Friday, February 28, 2014


I hate being scared. I really do. I used to love it. I read a lot of murder mysteries, I watched scary movies, I liked to freak myself out. Since having kids, I've become a bit of a wuss, and it's comedies all the way. But even when I did enjoy that sort of thing, I hated being startled.

I remember for one birthday, my friends took me to "Screemers". Which, if you're not familiar, is apparently "Canada's #1 Indoor Haunted Scream Park".  Now, some people may enjoy this kind of thing but I am not, and never was, one of them. I remember stumbling through with my face buried in my boyfriend's shirt, yelling at the people who worked there that they should leave me alone because it was my birthday. When a snake dropped out of the ceiling, I screamed and fell on the floor and refused to get up until it was moved. I actually punched one of the people who jumped out at me. (I still feel bad about it.)

Anyway. If anything, it's gotten worse. I hate being startled. It doesn't help that I've got really poor peripheral vision, so it's really easy to do. I spend half my time jumping out of my skin. My husband thinks it's funny that I always position myself so that I can see the whole room, like I'm an old timey gunslinger or something. The truth is, it's so that I don't get startled and scream, and embarrass myself in public.

So it is unfortunate that Kee has decided that she is a ninja. And that ninjas need to sneak. It's what they do. And part of sneaking is that when it looks like someone is about to find you, you jump up and yell "BOO!" at them at the top of your lungs. Which makes me jump a foot and drop whatever I'm carrying. Which may actually be her goal now.

So now I have to find something for her to pretend to be that is still fun, but more highly visible. Any ideas?

And don't say "clown", because they are oddly terrifying too.

Monday, February 24, 2014

There's a Second Bathroom Too!

I just realised that I've let more than a week go by without posting. Again. Which sucks, because I've promised myself to make the time to write; but it's good because it means we've got stuff going on.

So. A few of things happening at our house right now. Kee is delighted to have been picked from her class to do a speech at her school's speech arts festival at the end of the month. She's practicing a lot, and it's super adorable. Beege is in the middle of auditions for a fancy schmancy arts school that she's really enjoying*. Husband is playing volleyball, very busy at work, and doing Husbandy kind of stuff.

Now back to me.

I mentioned we bought a house, right? We did. A real one. With walls, and a driveway and everything. I didn't say too much about it while it was happening because, as you may remember, we've been down this road before and ended up still in the basement. But this time, papers have been signed, we have a closing date, and banky/lawyery things are going on. As of April 2nd**, the house is officially ours!

It's across the street from the school, so that won't be too much different. There are parks all over the place, we're close to hiking and biking trails. My sister and adorable nephew are around the corner, and my parents are in the neighbourhood. The girls will each get their own room, which will make bedtime a lot easier to deal with. There is a partially finished basement, that'll be perfect for a rec room, so there will be NO TOYS in my living room***.

But the best part? If I'm really honest? I get my own room.

I have dreamed about this day, and resigned myself to the fact that it might never come. But now it's here, and I'm so, so, excited. If you've been here for a while, you've most likely heard me complain every now and again about how I have nowhere to work. Nowhere to leave anything out and come back to it. Nowhere to store my art/craft supplies. My "work table" has been a stack of cardboard boxes, and I sew with my machine on the floor.

Exhibit A: 
Note "work table", and piles of stuff. (Inevitably, what I need is at the bottom.)

Exhibit B:
Note large amount of open space, walls to place storage against, and window that looks out at a tree instead of a driveway and the neighbour's fence. You can't even see the closet in this picture. *Swoon*

Of course, this means several things. 1: I will indeed have somewhere to work and store things. 2: I'm going to have to get off my butt and actually do some work. 3: You're going to hear all about it - tell me if you get bored. 

*That, of course, it may not be feasible for her to attend, now that we'll be moving, but we'll deal with that when we come to it.
**April 1st was the proposed date, but that's just asking for something to go wrong, don't you think?
***Yeah, I know, but a girl can dream.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Can A Ghost Enjoy a Baguette?

I don't know if I believe in ghosts. I don't not believe in ghosts. But I'm not sure that even if there were ghosts they would want to hang around haunting live people. That seems pretty boring.

Although I guess I can understand the ones who swoop out of the dark yelling "GEEEEEEEEEET OUUUUUUUUUUT!" They probably just want a bit of peace and quiet. I get that.

I'd like to think that if there are ghosts, and that if I became one, I'd find something more interesting to do. Like travel. It would be awesome. No worries about finding a place to stay, or something to eat, you just go. Of course, I don't know the logistics of it; you know, whether you're tied to a certain place or person or something, or whether you just get to wander around. Do I get to decide what my unfinished business is? Because I'd like to see a sunset in Tuscany. And go back to Iceland one day. I'd really like to go for a long walk in the Irish country side. See some ancient ruins in Greece. Ooh, and lie on the ground and look up through the Eiffel Tower when it's lit up at night.

Anyway. The reason I'm wondering about all of this is because I'm kind of convinced that our apartment is haunted. The other night, I sent Beege to bed, and she came running back out of her room, looking stricken. "There was a white thing moving in my room! And the door closed by itself!" I tucked her in and reassured her that the white thing was just the poster that's come loose beside her bed, and that the hinges on the door aren't set properly so it swings sometimes. Because of gravity or something.

I mean, the things she was worried about were easily explained away, but what about all the other stuff? Kee came back out one night a few weeks ago and said she'd seen a white thing moving over by her bed.  And what about that weird halo of light that I saw in the kitchen last night, and couldn't find a source for? What about the way the kitchen cupboards keep opening when no one's in the room? Or that motion sensor nightlight that turns on sometimes, as though someone is passing in front of it, even thought nothing's moved and the room is brightly lit? The evidence is stacking up. I'm starting to feel like there's something else in here with us, and to tell you the truth, I'm a little spooked.

So it's just as well that we bought a house yesterday.

Didn't see that coming, didja?