Monday, July 27, 2015

Lost and Found

It was a really quiet week.

With Zach at the cabin and Logan at Camp Arnes, it was crickets in the house.  Brad and I had a good time. Tuesday night we hung out with our friends Dave and Beth for a drink.  Wednesday night we hit Earls for dinner.

I am not sure what is wrong with me, but I can't get on the Earl's bandwagon.  I just don't really like their food that much.  Plus, they put chocolate syrup in a chocolate martini.  GAH!  The horror.


Zach came home Friday night from the cabin Friday night and he was so happy.  He'd had a great time at the cabin hanging out with his grandparents. Add to that my parents had some friends come visit, Ryan and Rhonda Galloway.  Ryan was one of my Dad's students and they have kept in touch over the years.  Ryan is really involved in hockey as  NHL linesman, so Zach was in pure awe.  He came home raving about meeting Ryan and Rhonda and how awesome their little dog Riley was.

Without his little brother around, Zach had a much easier time controlling his emotions from his ADHD.  That is not to say he doesn't have his moments, he does.  But my mum said that while we were taking a meds break over the summer, Zach did ask to go back on because he always feels so bad when he has an outburst.    I was proud of him for that, it shows a lot of maturity to be in tune with yourself and ask for help when you need it.

Friday night was the "Parents Party" at Deb's house.  A lot of us had sent our kids to Camp Arnes, so we weren't the only ones who were offspring free and we wanted to take advantage of it.  Zach came with us and took refuge in their basement to play xbox and avoid the well mannered frivolity upstairs.

Holy Mother, do my friends know how to tie one on.  The extremely funny thing was that we all had to get up early and drive out to Camp Arnes to pick up the ankle biters the next morning.

If you have never seen 10 parents completely hungover picking up their kids from a Bible camp (while trying to appear hungover and sweating vodka out their pores), I would highly advise it, it's awesome.  

We aren't religious and so it's odd to me that we send our kids to this camp.  It all started a few years ago when one of Zach's friends conviced him to go.  He had such a good time that we keep going back.

We picked up Logan and started the long drive home.  He was full of stories and just nattered away until his carcolepsy kicked in.  Carcolepsy is a completely made up word we have for the fact that Logan spontaneously falls asleep if he is in a car for more than 20 minutes.  

We got back to the city and Logan piped up from the back "Mum did you pick up my bag of laundry from camp?"


Yup.  In true Hargreaves  fashion, Logan had left behind and entire big bag of laundry.  When Brad had gone to his cabin to pick up his clothes, he asked Logan if that was all his stuff.   Logan probably wasn't even listening and just said yes.

A good portion of his summer wardrobe was in there including his runners because he had worn his rubber boots home.  I called the office, but of course they were closed.  Logan went into full blown sobs.

I had a feeling we would be able to get them back. First off, it wasn't just a random sock left on the beach.  It was an entire bag of clothes left in a cabin in which every single item was labeled (A big TOLD YOU SO to all that made fun of me for my excessive labeling).  I left a message and just hoped for the best.

Sunday Zach got picked up by my parents to head out to the cabin for another week.  I'm really happy he's getting this country time.  It's good for him.

I got a call this morning saying that they had found all of Logan's things and that they would send them on the next bus to the city.

Crisis Averted; The world can now revolve.

This week Logan is attending Mini U at the University of Manitoba with his friend Alex.  I think it's a sport camp.  I honestly registered so long ago that I can't even remember at this point.

I can't believe July is almost over. I remember as a kid the summer's went on forever, but as an adult they fly by.  

I miss being a kid.


Monday, July 20, 2015

Another week.... time is flying

I can't believe it has been another week.

Brian (Brad's brother) and his mum were staying with us last week so that they could go visit George every day at the Grace hospital.  Some days were good, but thursday was not a great day.

For someone who is having stomach issues, the fact that the food is so inedible does not help.  The Grace uses this food service, whereby food is made in Ontario somewhere and then shipped in.  that means the toast they serve at breakfast was made in Ontario, frozen and then shipped here and thawed.  Mmmmmm.  It's so bad that the nurses even suggested to my mother in law that if she wanted to bring in her own food for George that was ok.  Never heard that before.  You know the food is bad when...

We had to shuffle a few sleeping arrangements, but it all worked out in the end.  Friday night Brian went back home to North Battleford and Heather went back to Morden to take care of a few things.  Initially we thought that George was going to be transferred back to Boundary Trails (hospital outside Morden), but it doesn't look like that will happen... today at least.  I am optimistic he will at some point.  I truly hope so because I know he is much happier there.

We went out to the cabin this weekend.  I was excited to see Zach because he had been there since Sunday night.  My mum and dad headed back to the city to stock up on supplies and relax a bit.    There was a big 125th reunion at Stockton this weekend, but given all the stuff Brad was dealing with, he just wanted a low key weekend.

We hung out, did some fishing, go carting, bike rides (which are infinitely more challenging when not on pavement!)  Weather was perfect, not too hot, but still sunny and warm.

Mum and Dad came back out Sunday night.  Zach is staying there for another week.  We then took Logan to the bus this morning as he is headed off to camp with his friend Seth until Saturday morning.  Despite everything that is going on, I'm happy that the boys are still having a great summer.

We got a nice surprise this morning.  A big lump sum federal cheque.  HELLO!  I had totally forgotten about the new expanded UCCB program.  As of July, the government was doing retroactive payments back to January.  Nice! That would be money we would put towards all the camps/child care this summer, but since we have already paid for that stuff, we will keep it for hockey.

I am hopeful that this weekend we will start building our deck. I love a redneck pallet deck as much as the next person, but it's time to ditch it.  I would like to sit out on the deck and have a drink without having to lean to the right to keep from toppling over; it's the small things.

So this week we are kid free.  I hope we can take advantage of it at least a little and maybe go for a dinner date or something.  But that will all depend on how much I am working and how George is doing.  Crossing my fingers for good things for both.

Monday, July 13, 2015

Hectic, Frazzled, Tired... pick a word.

My poor neglected blog.











Trust me, it's not for lack of writing material, it's just I am beyond busy right now.  I've mentioned it before, but work is still insane. Our department is taking on a lot of new things and at the moment we don't have enough people, so everyone is working their tails off.

Add to that my Father in law is back in the hospital, he got transferred from Boundary Trails to the Grace.  Brad's brother Brian was coming in for a visit anyways, so both Brad's mum and brother are staying with us.  Initially, George was going to come with us to the game, but instead he was in the hospital but insisted that everyone still go.  Given that, we did a bit of ticket shuffling.  Brad took George's ticket and sat with his Mum and brother   Logan and I took our regular seats and Brad gave our two other seats to his friend John.

Logan was in a pissy mood.  He had just got home from the cabin and was in desperate need of some social interaction with his friends.  He had a great time at the cabin, but hanging out with your grandparents is admittedly a much slower pace.  My friend Debbie also goes to the Bomber games with her son (Logan's best friend).  So she texted me at half time and said there were two empty seats beside her and Seth, so Logan and I went and sat with them.

Instantly Logan's mood turned around, so I was pleased with that.

It was a good game but it was hot, stinking hot, sweat dripping down your back hot.  Gross.  In chatting with my mother in law, she mentioned that even if George had not been in the hospital there would have been no way he could have made it through the game in that heat.  Knowing George though, he would have tried and that wouldn't have been good for him.  Sometimes things work out for the best.

Saturday morning, Brad, Logan and I drove out to pick up Zach from Paintball camp.  He had so much fun.  I was concerned, because Zach had never played paintball and this camp played paintball 5 hours a day for a whole week.  Paintballs hurt when you get hit and I wasn't sure how Zach would react to that.  What if he hated it on day 1?

Thankfully my concerns were for naught.  He had a great time.  It was cute to see Logan and Zach see each other.  The Hargreaves boys fighting is almost legendary.  Get the two of them in a room and they will be fighting within minutes.  But being apart gave them some perspective and they had some love for each other.
Before leaving, Zach wanted us to see the paintball grounds, so we took a walk.  It was a field, with all sorts of wooden castles, and shelters to hide in.  Pretty cool.  As we were walking back to the truck I had to take a picture.  There is Zach, in full country boy splendor; jeans, camo shirt/hat and Logan walking beside him in board shorts.  Skater and Country.  
Paintball was not without some war wounds though.  It was hot at camp and to keep the paintballs from melting they have to keep them frozen. So not only are you getting hit with paintballs (which sting like a mother), they are frozen on top of that.Zach had a good cut across his nose.  He got it on day 1, so by the time we picked him up it was already starting to heal.    He had been wearing jeans at camp, so we didn't notice the bruises on his legs.  But after his shower at home, he came downstairs and our eyes bugged out.  He was COVERED in bruises.


I think he got a kick out of it though, almost like they were a mark of honor. 

Later that day, we stopped in at IKEA and bought a futon.  My mother in law had been sleeping on the air mattress she brought with her and it was not the most comfortable thing.  When we realised that she was going to be with us for 2 weeks, we decided to get her something more comfortable.
Nothing fancy, but it's actually pretty soft to sleep on (folds into a bed).  When she goes back home, Logan is going to keep it in his room under his loft bed.

Sunday Brad, Heather and Brian headed out to the hospital.  We all would have gone, but George had just come out of surgery, so we figured that three more people would have been overwhelming.  Plus, he's in a four-bed room, so there isn't a lot of space to begin with.

In the meantime, I wanted to get the boys out of the house.  It is summer and seeing them stay inside playing video game drives me nuts.  We got on our bikes and headed out.  We started down Aldgate to Dakota, up Dakota to Southglen, Southglen to Royalwood.  At Royalwood, we did a couple of loops around the Spirit trail and then headed up the Louis Riel Route.

At the end of Louis Riel, we turned right and headed up the Bishop Grandin Greenway to Lagimodiere and stopped for some water and granola bars.

It was a really hot and humid day.  We took a whole bunch of water with us, but when it's hot like that you can never have enough.  On the way home we stopped in at Extra foods and picked up some ingredients to make a banana cream pie for dinner.

At home, I made the pie and then went up for a shower, I was so hot that the water was ice cold, but to me it still felt warm.  I went downstairs and was relaxing and felt myself nodding off, so I went upstairs to take a nap.

What's I've noticed recently is that sometimes when I lie down I get vertigo, it's a symptom of the meds I'm on.  Usually if I open my eyes, it stops.  Sometimes I have to get up and walk around for a bit before lying back down.

This time, I was so tired, I just lay there and felt the spinning hoping it would stop.  I eventually fell asleep but when I woke up, I was really queasy. I couldn't even look at dinner.

I did feel better today though, so I am thinking it was a combination of mild heat stroke and the meds.  It didn't help matters that our air conditioner decided to freeze up again.  It's the 3rd or 4th time this has happened so they AC guy is coming out to fix it.  Hopefully they can get it working because I'm getting annoyed with it.

After supper my mum came to pick up Zach, he's spending some time at the cabin.  Logan is staying back for day camps.  Zach was super pumped to be going fishing with Grandpa, so I think it will work out well.

As it stands right now, George will be in the hospital for at least 2 weeks, maybe more.  Heather will stay with us during that time.  Brian will be with us for a least a week, after that, I'm not sure what his plans are, but he's welcome to stay of course.

Unfortunately, I am not exactly going to be the best host as I am going to be working overtime, so I told them to make themselves at home.  I hope it works out ok.

So there you have it, you're all caught up. 






Monday, July 6, 2015

Paintball

Weekend was a quiet one.  The boys were at the cabin. I had stayed home to mark papers.  Saturday though, I had some errands to run.

Ordinarily this wouldn't have been anything ground breaking, however, with our only vehicle at the cabin, I had to take my bike.

I rode up to the mall, I wanted to hit up Lush.  Lush is my new favorite place.  I'd been there before to gt bath bombs and soap, but I have just recently got into their face/hair stuff.  The solid shampps are AMAZING!  I initially shied away because I thought they were dry shampoos which completely turned me off - but they aren't.  They are these colorful hockey puck things that lather something crazy in the shower.   I also tried their masks that have to be kept in the fridge and some face creams.

After Lush, I went to Sport Check.  I needed a helmet and a good bike lock.  The helmet situation was brutal, the women's helmets all had flowers.  ALL OF THEM.  Ugh. Attention helmet manufacturers: Not all women are into florals, some women like skulls or maybe plaid...just saying.

I then stopped in at Co Op to pick up Zach's asthma puffer which he needed for Camp.  Then I set off on the long leg of the journey, up to Woodcock cycle.  With the wind at my back, I made amazing time.  Once there, I perused the selection of bike baskets.  I had plans of getting a natural wicker one, but the white ones matched my bike better. I also got a basket liner and a bell.  Yes. A bell.  Go ahead... judge me.

With my bike all tricked out (the guys installed everything for me) I headed home.  The slight difference from the ride to Woodcock, was that the wind was now squarely in my face.  What transpired over the 10K back home was a 45 minute sand facial.  It was so gross.  As I was riding on the road and not the sidewalk I got face fulls of grit from the cars.  Add to that the wind kicking up the dust and it was certifiably disgusting.

I stopped in the LC on the way home.  As I was standing in line, I got the unmistakable feeling of a seizure coming on.  But then, just as it started, it eased off and passed without incident.  I am really hoping that this was a direct result of the meds.  The doctor had told me that this could happen, you would start to have a seizure but then the meds stop it.  Whatever it was, it worked.  Awesome.

Sunday Brad and Zach came home, Logan is staying at the cabin for the week.  Monday morning we were up freakishly early to take Zach to the camp drop off.  He was bubbling with excitement.  He has been waiting for 3 years to be old enough to go to paintball camp.

Logan comes home Friday for the Bomber game.  Saturday we drive out to get Zach and then he goes to the cabin.  Logan  then goes to Paws for Adventure Day camp next week. 

Gotta love Summer.

Friday, July 3, 2015

Summer Begins.

I have been working so much lately, that it would be almost easy to realize that Summer has started.  So I was quite grateful for Canada Day.  A day off in the middle of the week...?

Logan was off and running with his friends the minute that breakfast ended.  There is no motivation necessary to get that kid outside playing.

Zach on the other hand is a Gamer.  Gamer kids by their very nature prefer being inside, which means if I want to get Zach outside, I have to go with him.

We set off for a long bike with the goal of hitting 20 km.  We cycled all through our regular route, Royalwood, Louis Riel trail and then crossed Bishop to do the Bishop Grandin Trail.  We ended up at St. Vital Park.  However, with it being Canada Day and all the park was insanely busy.  There were so many cars in the park that it was almost scary to be a cyclist, so we headed back home.

Once home, Zach, Logan, Brad and I headed the park across the street to play some football.  I was super impressed with how they can throw a perfect spiral!  While I enjoy watching football, I am clearly not talented enough to even remotely attempt playing it.

Seeing as the weather was so nice, we went back to our place and the boys played basketball.  We jut recently got a new bball hoop.  We bought it for both boys, but with the hidden agenda in that it would get Zach outside without requiring him to go far.

The remainder of the week has been a blur.  Truly.  I have been working nutso hours.  Thursday night I was at work until 10:30 pm.  

The amount of overtime I have been putting in is insane.  Part of the job I realise and it's a good thing that I like what I do because otherwise it would be intolerable.  But the sucky thing is that working so much means I miss things.  Case in point - last night was the Bomber game and I couldn't go because there were work deadlines that couldn't be pushed back.

On a positive note, I likely don't have to work this weekend, just my usual marking of CGA papers.  The boys are at the cabin with my parents, so that will make the house especially quiet.  Zach goes to Camp Arnes on Monday.  Logan will stay at the cabin for the week.

Once Zach is home from Camp, he will spend the rest of July at the cabin (his request).  Logan will be doing day camps and one week at Camp Arnes with his buddies.

I am taking holidays the last two weeks of August.  I am so looking forward to it!!


Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Well that was terrifying

Everyone has bad dreams.  Occasionally mine are of the standard nightmare fare... however, my worst ones are anything to do with academia.   The most common is either forgetting to study for an exam, missing an exam or not going to class and have nothing to study from.  I know these sound rather tame, but they will wake me up in a cold sweat.














Last night's was a new take on the above.  I dreamt that I realised that I forgot to finish my Bachelor of Commerce degree. In my dream, I took most of the courses, but somehow forgot to take the last six.

It felt very real. I woke up and actually had to think "I did finish it right?"  I remembered my Bachelor of Science degree because I have a very vivid memory I have of finishing my last exam. But for the life of me I couldn't remember graduating Commerce.

It completely freaked me out.  I was WIDE awake at 4:45 am.  In addition, there was this odd repetitive humming noise, which I think was the air conditioner that at 4:45 am was just deafening. It's probably always been there, but I just never noticed it.  In my highly freaked out state, I was aware of everything.

At some point, I drifted back to sleep.  I am guessing around 6 am or so.  Come 6:40 am when I usually get up,  I was a zombie.  A double espresso did nothing to remedy my situation.

Even though in my head I KNEW I had done all the courses and graduated, I still had to run down to the basement and find my certificate that was sitting in one of the boxes downstairs.  I know it's ridiculous, but it had to be done.

Standing there looking at the certificate I felt relief, but also like a colossal idiot.

Monday, June 29, 2015

You know what's fun?.... Alcohol.

The last time I went to see my Neuro, I forgot to ask him if it was okay to drink with the meds I am on.  So I figured I would ask him at my appointment last Wednesday.  However, I got so distracted with the great test results that I forgot.

I was at home after the appointment and was getting dinner ready.  I was standing in the pantry and it just dawned on me that I didn't ask.  CRAP!

There was no way I was going to wait until my October appointment for an answer, so I got on the phone and called the office.

Let me assure you that there is no way to call your Dr. asking about meds and alcohol without sounding like a raging alcoholic.  Add to that the sense of urgency in my voice on the phone and I really didn't come off well.

Regardless.... good news.  No interaction with moderate alcohol consumption. Suhweet.  I almost sprinted to the LC.

Friday night was the Paulet shindig.  Les and Nick host a costume party twice a year, summer and winter.  It is always a blast.  Leslie does it UP! There is prizes for the best costumes, a full on food spread, the whole house is decorated up.  The theme for this year was pirate, which is easy for guys, but not so much for girls, so instead I decided to go as a bar wench.

Leslie works at the LC in Steinbach and always has a huge selection of wine on hand.  She poured me a glass of my favorite Moscato.  It was a symphony of flavors and arguably the best glass of wine I'd had in a long time.











Saturday night we went to a football BBQ at our friend Dave and Beth's.  Dave is a Rider fan and so the rivalry and trash talk just flow all evening.    Always a good time and even more so since the Bombers won.

We left their place around 11 pm and headed home.  When we got home, our neighbours, Dave and Sophie were sitting out in their garage having a drink and called us over.  They are really great people and so we ended up hanging out with them until 2:30 am or so.

So... Sunday was a big sleep in that's for sure.  The goal for Sunday was to get the garage cleaned out.  We had lofty goals of parking the truck in the garage, but since the truck is so big, EVERYTHING has to be moved from one side of the garage and even with that we only have a foot or two clearance front and back.

Why is it that everything in a garage is always dusty and gross. Blech.  But we got it done.

After dinner, Zach and I decided to go on an epic bike ride around St. Vital.  We did a bunch of the trails in River Park South and then headed over to Royalwood to do their trails.  We finally ended up on what I think was called the Louis Riel trail before we headed home.  It was such a nice night.

All in all, a great weekend.
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