Monthly Archives: May 2010
I want to start out by wishing all of the moms out there a happy Mothers’ Day. Whether your kids are human or furry, I hope you had some special time with them yesterday. My dogs were very sweet – they got me a card and gave me some money to buy myself (or possibly them!) a treat. Such thoughtful dogs. I didn’t even know they got an allowance! I’m cutting off their treat and toy supply until they pony up some money.
But really, today I wanted to write about a couple of very funny things my 5 year old niece has said over the last little while. She really does have a wicked sense of humour. A few weeks ago she was up visiting us for my company’s Family Fun Day (around the time of the “And Police” post). She was walking around with my mom, sticking her belly out as much as possible. For those of you that haven’t seen my mom, she’s a bit overweight. Whatever, no big deal. Anyhow, when my mom asked my niece what she was doing, she replied that she was walking like Baba. OMG, I almost wet my pants when I heard that! And of course, you can’t laugh, because you don’t want her saying that kind of thing to just anybody. Anyhow, my mom just kind of laughed it off, and we forgot about it.
This past weekend my mom and I went to visit my brother, his girlfriend and my niece (and the dogs, let’s not forget the dogs!). My niece ended up staying overnight in the hotel room with my mom and I, as a special treat. She shared the bed with my mom (let’s face it – I’ve been single a LONG time, and I just can not share my bed with anybody other than a Cocker Spaniel). She was sprawled on the bed as my mom got ready, and my mom told her to move over. She looked at my mom (I was in another room – the hotel room was a suite) and said “Is that because you’re kind of big, Baba?” Again, I’m crying with laughter, but trying to be quiet. My mom just said “Yes, it’s because I’m kind of big.”
We want to discourage her from saying stuff like that, since the general population doesn’t appreciate comments about their weight or the size of their belly (although being a cute 5 year old takes a bit of the sting out). However, she’s not saying it meanly, just matter of factly, so how do we explain the nuances of social acceptability? It’s not easy.
Anyhow, my abs are still a bit sore from laughing (does that count as exercise?) so I wanted to share with my faithful readers. Enjoy!
I’ve always thought that I was a little bit OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve liked order, straight lines and geometric shapes. A picture hanging slightly crooked will drive me nuts – I have this need to straighten it. Similarly, I like things to be neat and tidy (those of you that have seen my room need not comment OR laugh out loud). My desk at work is tidied at the end of every day, and my most commonly used areas (other than the bedroom *sigh*) are tidied and neatened up regularly. That’s just how I work.
At my place of work, I think I’m going slightly crazy. We have a ladies’ bathroom on the first floor with four stalls and three sinks. There is always toilet paper on the floor – every time I go in there. I have yet to figure out why people can’t just pick it up? People throw their paper towel towards the garbage can and miss, but just leave it on the floor. Why? I seriously doubt that they’d leave the same mess at home.
In our little kitchen area, there are always dirty dishes in the sink. Now, if people want to wait to wash their dishes until the end of the day, I can deal with that. However, some of those mugs and bowls sit there for days, with cold, gross water in them. Ewwww! Again, I can’t imagine that these people would leave such a mess at home (although I could be wrong). I’ve been known to leave dishes overnight, but I rarely leave them more than that.
It’s gotten to the point that I now utter a small sigh of disgust when I enter the kitchen (which is also the printer/copier room) or the bathroom. Why oh why are people so messy at their place of work? These “small things” are driving me nuts!
Okay, rant over . . . enjoy your weekend folks