See guys I'm still alive! Barely...
I see that it has been a month since I was on here. Part of that gets blamed on Canada, which I refer to as hell.
The other part gets separated into other categories.
1.) The ever presence of my little girl, which has required more attention since we got back. She acquired some not so endearing habits from her cousin while we were in Calgary that has needed to be broke.
They are all gone now for the most part.
2.) I have been working on the stained glass window for my bathroom, and I have had to start over several times because I haven’t liked the way it looks.
3.) I had to fix a broken water pipe by myself after a storm one day because I wasn’t going to be stuck in this house for 12 hours without water. Good thing I paid attention all those times my husband did it.
4.) My husband has been working over time since we got back, which means I have more junk to do as far as the yard upkeep goes.
5.) In his spare time home I have been helping him rebuild a car motor. I like getting my hands dirty as much as I like hot bubble bathes.
6.) We got a new kitten from a rescue that has needed a lot of medical treatment. So my second home has been the vet’s office.
7.) And other than that I have just been lazy!
So onto the trip to hell and back in a nutshell: I wore white the first day and had salsa on my eggs before going to the airport. I ended up with salsa all over my white clothes before getting to the airport.
The lines were long, security was horrible, I lost my wedding ring at some point going through security (never found it either), and we were at the airport for 8 hours!
The flight was ok. My ears never have adjusted to the change in air pressure, and my poor daughter suffered pretty badly too.
We arrived in Calgary very late, the airport had lost a piece of our luggage (my husbands bag to be exact), and it wouldn’t arrive until sometime the following day. But luckily we had our own room. So I left my husband to chat it up as much as he wanted and my daughter and I went to sleep.
The fun began the next day really. We woke up, ate breakfast, and found out my mother-in-law had arranged to drag us all to a church thing.
Ok, I’m fine with regular church things, but they are of a very different belief than I am. I don’t push my religion on them. I accept that they think the way they do, and try to stay away from religious conversations all together.
It never fails every time we are there they do something like this. So, we end up going. I put on my best “this is so boring you aren’t going to make me believe the things you believe” face, and endured it.
Half way through my husband bailed (to wait at the house for the missing piece of luggage) leaving my daughter and I there with my mother-in-law and niece. I really questioned at that moment why I married him!
So we got through that then had to wait at home with insane people for the luggage to arrive. I was going stir crazy by the time the bag arrived. Have I ever mentioned that I am Closter phobic? Well, I am.
But not really in the since that I can’t be in a small closet, or an elevator or something similar. It’s different. I grew up out in the country, and I like to shop in the city, or go to restaurants or bars in the city, but my comfort zone is out in a field, pasture, woods, or at least windows that show me nature.
I don’t know how many of you have been to Calgary or seen pictures, but its house then maybe 6ft and house again. You open a window, and you have the guy next door poking his head out the window into your room! Well, close enough anyway. Their idea of a backyard is maybe 15’ by 15’ with a fence around it. My idea is not that for sure.
Ok, so I was getting antsy. I wanted out and right then, and my husband knew it. So he asked his mother if she minded waiting for the bag and we left. A few hours of driving around and hiking in some parks did me good.
We got back and the bag was there finally. So we ate dinner, took our showers, (because the downstairs bathroom only has a shower, I missed my bathtub so BADD!) and went to bed.
Up until then I was thinking, ok maybe my niece had grown up and wasn’t the evil little thing she was before. HA!
She was just waiting for a few days to let the demon side of her come out. It’s not completely her fault.
She doesn’t have the best role models, and her grandparents let her get away with murder, at the moment not literally but give her time.
By day 6 we were staying away from the house as much as possible. By day 8 we gave our daughter permission to punch her if she was being mean, because nothing else was working, because we don’t want our daughter to grow up thinking she should be pushed around, and we were sick of it. Lets face it she’s going to get punched someday soon anyway.
My daughter did get the chance, because we supervised them after that instead of letting my husband’s parents do it. The thing that pisses me off the most is she knows she isn’t supposed to act that way.
My daughter is rough and she has a smart mouth, but she is not disrespectful.
The last Wednesday we were there my mothers-in-law bought us grandstand tickets for the Stampede. Half way through the day I got sick, and we missed the show!
Then my daughter got a cold after that so I was up all night every night until we came home.
So anyway, we made it back alive and all in one piece so I guess it wasn’t totally bad. The weather was beautiful, and we went and stayed in the mountains for a while.
All in all I am glad to be home!!!
Now tomorrow I leave to take care of a few things in my hometown. So I guess I will ya’ll when I get back.
The other part gets separated into other categories.
1.) The ever presence of my little girl, which has required more attention since we got back. She acquired some not so endearing habits from her cousin while we were in Calgary that has needed to be broke.
They are all gone now for the most part.
2.) I have been working on the stained glass window for my bathroom, and I have had to start over several times because I haven’t liked the way it looks.
3.) I had to fix a broken water pipe by myself after a storm one day because I wasn’t going to be stuck in this house for 12 hours without water. Good thing I paid attention all those times my husband did it.
4.) My husband has been working over time since we got back, which means I have more junk to do as far as the yard upkeep goes.
5.) In his spare time home I have been helping him rebuild a car motor. I like getting my hands dirty as much as I like hot bubble bathes.
6.) We got a new kitten from a rescue that has needed a lot of medical treatment. So my second home has been the vet’s office.
7.) And other than that I have just been lazy!
So onto the trip to hell and back in a nutshell: I wore white the first day and had salsa on my eggs before going to the airport. I ended up with salsa all over my white clothes before getting to the airport.
The lines were long, security was horrible, I lost my wedding ring at some point going through security (never found it either), and we were at the airport for 8 hours!
The flight was ok. My ears never have adjusted to the change in air pressure, and my poor daughter suffered pretty badly too.
We arrived in Calgary very late, the airport had lost a piece of our luggage (my husbands bag to be exact), and it wouldn’t arrive until sometime the following day. But luckily we had our own room. So I left my husband to chat it up as much as he wanted and my daughter and I went to sleep.
The fun began the next day really. We woke up, ate breakfast, and found out my mother-in-law had arranged to drag us all to a church thing.
Ok, I’m fine with regular church things, but they are of a very different belief than I am. I don’t push my religion on them. I accept that they think the way they do, and try to stay away from religious conversations all together.
It never fails every time we are there they do something like this. So, we end up going. I put on my best “this is so boring you aren’t going to make me believe the things you believe” face, and endured it.
Half way through my husband bailed (to wait at the house for the missing piece of luggage) leaving my daughter and I there with my mother-in-law and niece. I really questioned at that moment why I married him!
So we got through that then had to wait at home with insane people for the luggage to arrive. I was going stir crazy by the time the bag arrived. Have I ever mentioned that I am Closter phobic? Well, I am.
But not really in the since that I can’t be in a small closet, or an elevator or something similar. It’s different. I grew up out in the country, and I like to shop in the city, or go to restaurants or bars in the city, but my comfort zone is out in a field, pasture, woods, or at least windows that show me nature.
I don’t know how many of you have been to Calgary or seen pictures, but its house then maybe 6ft and house again. You open a window, and you have the guy next door poking his head out the window into your room! Well, close enough anyway. Their idea of a backyard is maybe 15’ by 15’ with a fence around it. My idea is not that for sure.
Ok, so I was getting antsy. I wanted out and right then, and my husband knew it. So he asked his mother if she minded waiting for the bag and we left. A few hours of driving around and hiking in some parks did me good.
We got back and the bag was there finally. So we ate dinner, took our showers, (because the downstairs bathroom only has a shower, I missed my bathtub so BADD!) and went to bed.
Up until then I was thinking, ok maybe my niece had grown up and wasn’t the evil little thing she was before. HA!
She was just waiting for a few days to let the demon side of her come out. It’s not completely her fault.
She doesn’t have the best role models, and her grandparents let her get away with murder, at the moment not literally but give her time.
By day 6 we were staying away from the house as much as possible. By day 8 we gave our daughter permission to punch her if she was being mean, because nothing else was working, because we don’t want our daughter to grow up thinking she should be pushed around, and we were sick of it. Lets face it she’s going to get punched someday soon anyway.
My daughter did get the chance, because we supervised them after that instead of letting my husband’s parents do it. The thing that pisses me off the most is she knows she isn’t supposed to act that way.
My daughter is rough and she has a smart mouth, but she is not disrespectful.
The last Wednesday we were there my mothers-in-law bought us grandstand tickets for the Stampede. Half way through the day I got sick, and we missed the show!
Then my daughter got a cold after that so I was up all night every night until we came home.
So anyway, we made it back alive and all in one piece so I guess it wasn’t totally bad. The weather was beautiful, and we went and stayed in the mountains for a while.
All in all I am glad to be home!!!
Now tomorrow I leave to take care of a few things in my hometown. So I guess I will ya’ll when I get back.