One of my most favourite things in the world is to lounge in bed with my boys. I love it. It was that kind of morning. It has been unusually cooler out. I love a day that does not have me whining about the lack of air condition. I love a day that I can read my book and just relax. I am little annoyed that the book I am reading right now is kind of boring. I am not sure I will waste my time finishing it.
Tomorrow is Canada Day. A Holiday! Wahoo! This usually means that Sanj wants to have a no plan day, take the lawnmower apart, work. Ugh. I am usually the one that want to go to Toronto and check out the action. I love days like this. We are so incompatible this way.
We have a funeral to go to this afternoon, the father of Sanj’s secretary died. I will be praying that the boys don’t beat each other up while I am gone!
I have bought to planters for the front porch. I stopped doing that because I simply kill them without trying. I am making a conscious effort to water them and baby them. One already looks droopy! They hate me!
It is so weird to watch my boys with lives of their own. Hanging out with friends, going to the movies… I love it. I love knowing that they seem to be kids… regular kids, maybe spoiled a bit but yet life is good. I love knowing that this blessing is one they don’t understand. Do you know what I mean? My teen years were typical… with self doubt and all those issues yet there was so much stress involved. Everyday was survival. Everyday I held my breath wondering what today would bring.
My aunt is determined that she should stay. It is all about the money. How frustrating. How scary. We can’t force her. We can only offer her options.
I have so many things to talk about yet… some of it doesn’t come out right on “paper.”
Today I was watching this person I know who is “friends” with everyone. A very likeable person yet what disturbs me so much is she really isn’t. She allows someone the fantasy of being their bestie and yet when that person needs their bestie… she talks about them. She mocks their relationship. I am so bothered by this. I want to slap them. Maybe call them ugly names. I feel so bad for people that believe they are her friend. It actually sickens me. I guess I am bothered because I care about some of those suckers that actually believe in the friendship.
Can I tell you I love my husband? He is so funny. He had to sing at a funeral today. He sounded so beautiful. We had just finished singing a hymn and he leans over to me and says, “Since we just sang that song, I forgot how my song I am suppose to sing goes!” He is so funny! He really didn’t know this song and learned it for the funeral… so I was a bit worried for him. Oh… and there is the time… at our wedding reception that he sung to me. He had wrote a song for me… romantic eh? Well, he lost the words. It was really sad. He made up some crazy song about driving to Ottawa to see me. It really was his worst performance.
Then there is his sweetness that never say no to me… I was saying how I would really like another baby… Please? He looks at me so sweetly and says, “Sure, we can definitely try!” (He is counting on the fact that his little procedure keeps working! Well, in all seriousness, so am I)!
It is 10:30 pm now… and I really need to go to bed!
Happy Canada Day, all!
Today I was watching this person I know who is “friends” with everyone. A very likeable person yet what disturbs me so much is she really isn’t. She allows someone the fantasy of being their bestie and yet when that person needs their bestie… she talks about them. She mocks their relationship. I am so bothered by this. I want to slap them. Maybe call them ugly names. I feel so bad for people that believe they are her friend. It actually sickens me. I guess I am bothered because I care about some of those suckers that actually believe in the friendship.
Can I tell you I love my husband? He is so funny. He had to sing at a funeral today. He sounded so beautiful. We had just finished singing a hymn and he leans over to me and says, “Since we just sang that song, I forgot how my song I am suppose to sing goes!” He is so funny! He really didn’t know this song and learned it for the funeral… so I was a bit worried for him. Oh… and there is the time… at our wedding reception that he sung to me. He had wrote a song for me… romantic eh? Well, he lost the words. It was really sad. He made up some crazy song about driving to Ottawa to see me. It really was his worst performance.
Then there is his sweetness that never say no to me… I was saying how I would really like another baby… Please? He looks at me so sweetly and says, “Sure, we can definitely try!” (He is counting on the fact that his little procedure keeps working! Well, in all seriousness, so am I)!
It is 10:30 pm now… and I really need to go to bed!
Happy Canada Day, all!