November 7, 2011


And a small yellow bird will save her...


I'm reading around in Salon.com, and there is a little yellow bird marching about at the bottom of the screen. I've seen him before, but I don't know where. I don't know if it's a Salon thing or a computer thing, but I am loving this little bird.

I should be working, but I'm off my mark this morning; it's like everything in my brain was placed an inch to the left while I slept, and I'm having a hard time getting everything back to rights. It's not just the time change, though I'm sure that's part of it. Maggie sleeps on me all night and sits on me all day. It must be winter.

Anyway. I was trolling through my usual reading this morning, and the little bird popped up. He has a wee broom and was sweeping for a while. I desperately wanted him to pop out and start sweeping in my home. Then he was just walking around whistling. I'm presuming this; I can't hear him. I'm also presuming he's a he, if only because my late wonderful Uncle Gale used to whistle, and I always associate whistling with him.

I'm sure Webgod will pile in and tell me the little yellow bird is an ad for something, and that I already know that, and maybe I do. But for now, I'm just happy with this little yellow guy perking up my Monday morning.

I just tried to post a pic here of the boys when they were 6 & 9. I think it's too big, and I don't know how to smallen it. The Star didn't run the pic with my column (someone tell me if the Spec did, wouldja?), but I love it. And it's one of my favourite columns so far, too. My relationship with my kids is in a big transition right now. I can feel it; they're growing up and we're talking more and it's pretty great. Well, Ari is talking more. Christer pretty much never shuts up. He's his mother's boy.

Ari flopped on my bed last night when I was watching TV. He immediately put on football. I do not like football, but I patiently stare at some rather cute rear ends while my kid demands I watch replays. I pretend to watch replays.

Christopher went to see something called Deadmau5 on Saturday night. It's pronounced 'deadmouse'. He then spent most of yesterday (after he finally got up at 4pm) showing me stuff he'd recorded on his phone. I nodded kindly, much like I used to when he was 3 and showed me his flag collection over and over again. Then he started calling me to see video on Youtube of the concert. I had no clue what I was seeing, only that it was loud and crazy. His girlfriend bought him 2 tickets for his birthday. He took his best friend Michael. He didn't know why I found this funny.

Kettle's on the stove again, cat's on my lap again, and it's time to put my brain in gear and keep it in my own lane.

Wish me luck.

Oh! I nearly forgot. The Poor Sod popped in on Christopher's birthday to stuff a hundred bucks in his hand. We broke up last summer, but he's awesome with the boys. Anyway. He came back a couple of days ago to give him another $500. For the smoking bet. He was here when I made it with the boys (same time as that picture was taken, actually) and he'd promised them he'd go 500 if they made it to 20. I hesitated and told him he was part of the $1000 I gave him. He firmly said nope. I said make it 400, you already gave him 100. Nope. The Bet isn't part of the birthday gift. Every time I told him it was too much, Christer told me to be quiet.

Edit: Webgod is a star. He made the pic work!

23 Comments:

Anonymous buzzwhack said...

$500 bucks NOT to smoke?Where do I sign up for that deal?

November 07, 2011 11:30 AM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Read the link in 'smoking bet'. The kid made $3500 last Monday.

November 07, 2011 11:32 AM  
Anonymous Allimack said...

I loved your column in the Star today. Still have a smile. They do grow up fast don't they! My twin sons just turned 17 this week and I have enjoyed relating (often) to your verbal snapshots.

November 07, 2011 11:43 AM  
Anonymous April said...

The Poor Sod sounds like a great guy. I love that he kept his promise.

November 07, 2011 1:25 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

No pic in the Spec. I went looking for it just to see the boys. Love the column today. I used First Base too, kids loved it so my guilt was lessened a bit but still never completely gone.

November 07, 2011 7:32 PM  
Blogger Chris Brown (not the felon) said...

It's a shame that adult emotion (read "heart") has to get in the way of a relationship with what is obviously a very, very good man.

The same can be said for music. Listened to Deadmau5. I soooooo wish I could like their music. It's amazing how great bad music can sound!

November 08, 2011 7:41 AM  
Anonymous jmd said...

Such handsome boys! No wonder you are proud of them. Looking at old pictures can be bittersweet,though. Makes me want to get into the Way Back machine and set it for 1980.

November 08, 2011 9:53 AM  
Anonymous Padraig said...

Good looking kids - it's only 10 years or so ago, but it might as well be another era. Bet they don't still have the same haircuts!

November 09, 2011 7:52 AM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Bet they do! Ari has had a number 2 buzz since he was about 3. Still does.

Christer's is nearly as short, like the pic!

November 09, 2011 8:52 AM  
Anonymous Padraig said...

OK. As long as you don't follow suit.I couldn't picture you with shorn locks:-)

November 09, 2011 1:22 PM  
Anonymous buzzwhack said...

Oh I can, Lorraine'd make a great
Wendy O Williams rocker. Fan that Mohawk two feet high AND you get to wear motorcycle boots, vests, arm pads, everything! (I think I hear Lorraine loading up her scope rifle as she sights me in her lens.)

November 09, 2011 5:17 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Picture Ripley in Aliens 3

November 09, 2011 6:09 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

This is so not fair.

(Linda Hamilton in Terminator....)

November 09, 2011 6:11 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

T1 or T2?

Regardless, my response was based upon height.

November 09, 2011 6:40 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

If it was even possible, I believe that I felt that pout up here in Barrie!

November 09, 2011 6:44 PM  
Anonymous Zena said...

Oy. Time for an eye exam. I'm reading buzz's comment and wondering: what the heck are "motorcycle boobs?"

(Mind, that might solve the mystery of what Lorraine had in her Victoria's Secret tote bag a few blog posts back...)

November 09, 2011 9:51 PM  
Anonymous buzzwhack said...

motorcycle boobs?....that'd be the one inch pieces of electrical tape Wendy O used to wear. Sort of punk rock pasties...Anyway I was joking around but I can see Lorraine as Linda Hamilton's Terminator babe. Never saw Aliens 3 but Sigourney Weaver was great in the first two as Ripley.

November 10, 2011 11:32 AM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

Ripley in Aliens 3 has her hair buzzed, hence the reference.

November 10, 2011 12:19 PM  
Anonymous Zena said...

Just as long as she doesn't pull a "Sinead" on us...

(ooh... ouch...)

November 10, 2011 12:36 PM  
Blogger Nursedude said...

My Mom's boyfriend made a similar bet with me when I got to Grade 9. Kept me from developing the habit as well.

November 10, 2011 2:44 PM  
Anonymous Zena said...

My parents' disincentive was to lecture us about the evils of that "filthy habit" whilst proceeding to light up themselves.

"Don't you ever let us catch you smoking..." Uh, yeah, okay - whatever you say, Ma...

I smoked throughout highschool (a "habit" that varied directly in proportion to the amount of money I had to spend on cigarettes in any given week...).

I promptly quit at age 19, when I started university - I just wasn't interested anymore. I guess I'd done my rebellion thing and didn't have anything more to prove. I'm not sure what I would have done had someone given me the $3500 challenge...

Incidentally, my parents both died of smoking-related illnesses. Filthy habit, indeed...

November 10, 2011 3:09 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

When I was a kid, both parents smoked - it was the UK, after all.

Growing up we were never told 'don't'. My parents were never hypocrites.

I 'started' when I was in my very early teens - it was the UK, after all.

I quit more than 20 years ago.

I used to steal ciggies (never did like calling them fags) from my Mum - Players non-filter - again, it was the UK, after all.

My Dad eventually quit about 30 years ago, although as he went through his quitting phase, he discovered those delightful stogies, White Owl. He is now completely smoke free.

My Mum? Well growing up in our house,cigarette ash was a condiment. Mum was thisclosetobeingachainsmoker. She sorta quit when she remarried and attempted to hide the fact that she still indulged. When her husband was killed, she became the big smoke all by herself.

She had two aortic aneurisms removed a couple of years ago and she stopped - for about 2 months.

Right now she's stopped again; why? By her reckoning when she can't make it up the stairs to her bedroom without sounding like the little engine that did not give a crap, she needs to stop. Not quit. It's delightful. Wonderful woman who has the tendency to sound like Darth Vader most of the time.

She's almost 80 and nothing, nothing will make her finally quite. Except death, we reckon.

November 10, 2011 3:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I went to visit a great aunt at the hospital when she was 85 and having her foot amputated becuase of gangrene due to almost no circulation, due to decades of smoking and the health problems it caused. She was sitting in the hospital bed having a cigarette.
Fiesty as she was, she told us, one of these days, they are going to tell you that something you have enjoyed all your life is going to kill you.
Looking at all the stuff in our food these days, I'm sure she was right.

November 12, 2011 11:15 AM  

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