Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Take it down to the paint

For as long as I can remember we have cut the boys hair.  They always seemed to want brush cuts like their Dad.  It was great because with one set of high quality clippers we have saved years of having to pay for haircuts.

Not Zach
Recently Logan has wanted hairstyles that there is no way that I could attempt with clippers alone, so we have started taking him into the salon.  Zach on the other hand truly does not care and the simpler the better.  Brush cut it is.

This weekend I was sitting across from Zach at dinner and noticed that his hair was looking a little unkempt.  His hair is poker straight and super thick, so as it grows it basically goes straight up, extremely similar to the photo here (Zach wouldn't let me take the "before" photo).

Since Logan has started going to the salon, I wanted to give Zach the opportunity to go.  But Zach is really shy and doesn't like crowds, so the idea of going to the mall during the busy Black Friday weekend was not something he wanted to do.  Cue clippers.

I asked Z how long he wanted it, to which he replied that he wanted it the same length as Brad's.

Since Brad was the last one to use the clippers, I left the guard that was already there on and started to give Z a haircut.  The first strip and I panicked. It was short.  REALLY SHORT. I can see your scalp perfectly kind of short.

The problem with clippers is that there is no going back.  One super short strip and you are committed.  So I had no other choice but to keep going.

At first Zach and I were laughing as I was working on the back of his head.  Once I made my way to the front he started freaking out and he had every right to!  OMG.  I haven't felt that bad about something in a really really long time.

So we finished and Zach stormed off to have a shower and rinse off all of the leftover little snippets of hair.  I was near tears.  Zach is such a sensitive kid and if the other kids at school made a comment, it would be devastating.

But once Zach got out of the shower, he seemed fine.  We played a bit of Clash Royale (I have yet to win a game) and then it was time for bed.

The boys got off to school the next morning and I was on the edge of my seat for Zach to call me when he got home from school (both boys call me around 3:30 pm each day).  Thankfully, Zach had a good day.  He said that they started using his old nickname (Sargent Buzzcut), which he likes, so it was all good.  It was funny, Zach said that it was ok because his hair had grown a bit overnight and it wasn't as short the next day.  I was not about to correct him.

I was still trying to figure out what happened.  Why the h*ll was the super short guard on the clippers?  Brad couldn't figure it out either and he absolutely was the last one to use them.  After a short amount of investigative work, we realized that Brad had left the "eyebrow" guard on.  Basically I had cut Zach's hair to eyebrow length. Awesome.  Once again clinching my sport as Mother of the year.






Sunday, November 27, 2016

8 Inches

I am not one for crazy hairstyles.  Actually, no.  I should rephrase. I love offbeat, unique hairstyles, but I have neither the skill nor the patience to carry it off.

Working in a corporate environment, there is a huge amount of leeway, especially when it comes to color.  Honestly I would love to have lilac unicorn hair, but it really wouldn't fit in with where I work.

I had really long hair before Brad and I got married.  Kept it long so that I could have an elaborate updo.  After the wedding, I chopped it off.  But I had a stylist dip dye my hair rainbow colors.  It was glorious.  It's a beautiful thing when your outside matches your inside.

Currently, I have been rocking some beyond mundane nut brown Rapunzel locks.  Since I blow dry my hair everyday, the ends were totally fried.  It was a sh*t show.

I kept meaning to make an appointment to get it cut, but something always came up and forced me to either cancel the appointment or not make one at all.

Finally I was able to carve out some time on Saturday to go.  I figured it would be a surprise for Brad to come to my hair being so short.  I went to the salon and was greeted by a lovely chipper young woman.

Despite the fact that I love to talk, I really hate small talk.  It is just so superficial and blah.  Hairstylist/client chat (unless you have been going to the same person forever) is the pinnacle of small talk.

Generally speaking I hate lulls in the conversation.  They are really awkward. I tend to fill the void with random nattering, not my best quality.  But in a salon chair, I got nothing and sit there in stony silence.

This also comes back to bite me when they ask if I like it.  I can never seem to spit out the words if I genuinely don't.  You know what would be fun though?  To make up a completely different identity.  For that 30 minutes in the chair, be a pediatrician, a firefighter, an author... the sky is the limit.  A little 30 minute fantasy.

Fantasy or note, bottom line is that I did a big chop.  8 inches.  It really doesn't matter what medium you are working in, 8 inches is significant (*wink*).

When a woman gets a haircut, you want someone to notice.  Yes, yes of course, we got the haircut for ourselves and we don't need anyone else's approval....blah blah blah.  We want someone to notice.

Yeah, well, no one did.  I am not sure what is more horrifying, the fact that no one noticed or the idea that no one mentioned it because it was bad.  Either way... confidence is in the sh*tter at this point.

My two best friends noticed, so there is that I suppose. I guess I would have thought that big of a cut would warrant at least a comment or two, but nothing. Nada.

Meh. Whatever.

What is more tragic however is the fact that I have had to send my hairdryer into that salon in the sky.   It took me a good couple days to finally admit that it had died.  I kept trying to convince myself that if I held it a certain way, or twisted the cord just right it would work.  Nope.

So now I have been relinquished to my emergency hairdryer.  A dusty old relic whose role purpose is to fill in when the soldiers on the front line are out.    This thing, while filling a crucial purpose has all of the dryer power of someone trying to cool off a hot bite of lasagna.  Pitiful.

My new haircut, which has the potential to look really good, now looks brutal because I am dealing with inferior equipment.  Since it is so close to Christmas I refuse to buy myself one and instead have done the practical thing and added it to my list.  Fingers crossed it shows up under the tree or I will be first in line on Boxing day.


Friday, November 18, 2016

Deer Lord

Two more days....

Brad has been gone hunting for the past 10 days, which means I have been left behind to hold down the fort.

Whenever Brad leaves, it makes me appreciate all he does for our family.

Working downtown and getting home in time to make dinner and get to the boys to a 6 pm hockey practice is nearly an act of God.  HOW do other parents do this?  Seriously... HOW?

But since I usually work much later than 5 pm and I generally take the bus, I've had to make some adjustments to say the least.  Thankfully Brad found a ride out to the cabin, so at least I have the truck.  Otherwise what were we going to do... take the hockey bags on the bus?

Add to all of this we have recently implemented a no video game during the week rule.  Which is great and all, but it frees up the boys to get on each others nerves after school until I get home.  Surprisingly though, they have gotten along, or at least agreed to a cease fire by the time I arrive.

One of the good things that came out of this whole thing is that the boys have had to learn how to step up.  When Brad is in the city, he gets off work around 2:45 pm because he goes into work so early.  This means he is always home when the boys get home from school.  Although it sucks that he has to make dinner every night during the week, at least he gets to do so at a leisurely pace before having to ship them off to hockey.

I do not have that luxury, so rather than throw hot dogs at them from a safe distance, I  have had to coach Zach and Logan how to make meals over the phone.  Tuesday I walked him through Cabbage rolls (albeit it was just frozen and had to be warmed up) but he did have to make veggies and rice.  Wednesday it was lasagna and Caesar salad (dressing made from scratch!). He was pretty pleased with himself and rightly so.  Logan prefers to make breakfasts and has become somewhat of an omelette chef!

In between all the dinner prep and hockey this week, I had to work from home in the evenings to make up for the fact I was leaving early.  Which sounds like it is the best of both worlds except that the remote connections are painstakingly slow and we have a new puppy.  Stella just wants your attention and when she doesn't you are immediately suspicious that she has found some random corner to pee in.  So I can barely get 15 minutes of solid work done before having to hop up and check where she is.  I would have had the boys watch her, but I had to make sure that they were getting all of their homework done.  Zach especially since he had to study for a big math test this week.

It may have been messy, but we have managed.  That being said, I'm a complete zombie because I am not getting any sleep as my sweet fur baby Stella still gets up once a night.  Usually around 3 am she lets you know by licking your face, which means without fail, there I am in the wee hours of the morning, standing outside waiting for her to have a bathroom break.  If there are no distractions, it's a 2 minute pit stop.  But lord help us if there is a car driving by or geese flying overhead, then bladder be d*mned you better settle in as it's going to be awhile.

Today is Friday and I have to leave early to get Zach to a 6:30 pm game.  Games are more stringent than practices.  For a practice, you can show up 5 minutes before it starts and as long as you can get dressed fast, you're good to go.  With games, you have to be there at least 45-50 minutes ahead to listen to the Coach's game plan.  Plus all players are required to be dressed and ready early because games can start up to 15 minutes before their scheduled time and if all players are not ready you could forfeit the game.

Doing the "hockey math" as I call it, I have to have Zach at the rink for 5:45 pm.  It takes 10 minutes to get to this rink from home, so we have to leave at 5:30.  I have to feed the boys dinner first, allowing 30 minutes for that and be home early enough to cook it.  My best guess that in order
to hit all of these milestones I need to be home by 4:45 pm.

For added fun, Logan has a game tonight too, but at 7:10 pm, so he has to be his rink by 6:30 and the rink is about 15 minutes from Zach's rink.  The trouble is that both boys really want me to watch their games and I don't want to hurt either of their feeling, so I am making my best attempt to watch a bit of both.  Thankfully the rinks are close together.  So here is my game plan:

1. Leave work at 4:00 pm
2.  4:30 (ish) Arrive home and make dinner
3. Feed boys and leave the house by 5:30.
4. Drop Zach off at the rink around 5:45

5. Go get a much need coffee at Starbucks which should hold me until I can have some wine.

6.  Drive Logan to his rink and drop him off by 6:00 (ish).
7.  Drive back to Zach's game and watch the first period and half of the second, leaving around 6:45.
8.  Drive back to Logan's rink to catch puck drop.
9. Watch the watch the first period and half of the second, leaving around 7:40.
10.  Drive back to Zach's rink and pick him up.  Zach usually takes about 20 minutes to get changed after a game, so I would arrive when he is done, approx 7:50pm.
11. Drive back to Logan's game, arriving approx 8:05pm just as his game is ending.
12. Drive back home

If all of this comes to pass, I will award myself with a holiday pour of wine once I get home and binge watch "The Crown".  Hockey Mom life is no joke.

This weekend isn't much better as Saturday and Sunday are carpet bombed with a bunch more games/practices. But eyes on the prize, Brad should be home mid Sunday afternoon.

During all this, Brad has been out hunting.  I wouldn't say it's easy, but there are a lot of deer at the cabin.  However, since you can't shoot does now, it makes things more challenging.  Brad was out since last Thursday and hadn't got anything.  I resisted the urge to text him each day asking if her got one.  I figured if he did, I would know and radio silence  was probably the best thing to keep his stress level down.

They usually hunt at dawn/dusk, but after a whole weekend of that and no buck bounty despite seeing a lot of does, Brad started to log 8 hours each day in the tree stand and blinds.

It finally paid off and he bagged a buck on Thursday after a week of work.  I am relieved as I know he was feeling quite a bit of pressure to fill the freezer.  His brother is coming out again this weekend (he was there last weekend as well), so Brad can relax a bit and play hunting guide.

I'll be glad to have him home.  I know that the boys missed having him home after school and honestly it's easier to cope with everything when there is two of us.




Monday, November 7, 2016

Friends are Family

This past weekend was amazing.

It was full of my friends which made it incredible.

On Friday night, Sean, Erin, Brad and I (along with their son Evan) went to the Florida Georgia line concert.  I haven't been to a concert in ages and was really looking forward to it because FGL is one of my favorite groups.

There were two openers, Chris Lane and Granger Smith.  Chris Lane kind of gives off a Ricki Martin vibe.  He only has 1 hit in his repertoire, so after that one song, his set basically consisted of covers, but for an opener he was pretty good.   Granger Smith was much worse.  This guy focused less on singing and more on dancing around.  He sang his one hit wonder while waving a " Yee Yee" flag around the stage, after which he changed into jean overalls and a white undershirt.  Apparently Yee Yee is the name of his alter ego. At the very end of his set he went to the front of the stage and smashed two beer cans together covering the stage and the fans in the mock mosh pit.   Ok... a few comments;

1. You are not Ziggy Stardust or Sasha Fierce.  You have been on the music scene for all of 5 minutes and barely have enough of a catalog to just be you, let alone a ridiculously ill named "Yee Yee" character.

2. In a half hour set of an opener, there is absolutely no reason to keep the audience waiting while you do a completely unnecessary costume change.  Take your ego down a level.

3. Ending your set with a Steve Austin beer smash is d*chebaggery at its finest.  You don't have enough street cred to pull that off.  By the end of this tour, I am quite confident that you will earn a well deserved punch to the face from the roadie who has to clean up after you each night.

Whatever.  When FGL hit the stage though.. it was gold.  Erin and I stood up the second they started playing and didn't sit down the whole time.  It was awesome.  It could just be part of their overall act, but man.. that country boy charm is something else and the boys turned it all the way up.

After a nice sleep in Saturday morning, I did a bunch of running around and then it was off to my friend Kat's 30th birthday.   Kat is currently expecting, so she had to watch all of us drink on her behalf.  What a trooper.  They set up a poutine bar on the deck and we had a blast with our core group like we always do.

Mine is far left
Sunday was a lazy day.  Around 5:30 Debbie picked Erin and I up and we headed out to the Beachcomber at the Forks for dinner and paint nite.

Paint nite has become really popular.  While it seems like a fairly new idea, apparently Winnipeg is a little late to the party as it is quite well established in other cities.

Out painting for the night was  a rainbow Eiffel tower.  Painting the color background was the easy part.  What was terrifying was reaching for the black paint of the tower.


After you painted the tower (a static drawing) you were supposed to highlight it with white paint.  My highlight left a lot to be desired so I went rogue and stopped trying to make it look the way it was supposed to.  Instead of the static Eiffel tower, mine was a more *ahem* abstract version.  Well that's putting it mildly.  If you look closer, you can see a faceless bearded dude wearing an overly ornate hat.

The steeple of my Eiffel tower is far to short and the top section is too big.  It looks like the Calgary Tower and Eiffel tower had a baby.  But regardless I had fun.

Both Erin and Debbie have a lot going on in their lives and are under so much stress, so it was nice to be able to get them out and think about something else, if even for only an hour or two.

So that was my weekend; filled with friends, laughter and wine.  The best ones always are.

Friday, November 4, 2016

Ring around the rosie...

I love cats.

I've had cats as pets my whole life.  I was heart broken when we had to give up Aristotle and Newton because of Zach's asthma at the time.

We recently got Stella, who I adore.  She's the sweetest little thing, but man... puppies are high maintenance. I've had small children and I can say that having a brand new puppy is not so unlike having a toddler..."What are you doing?".... "Don't put that in your mouth!" ..."Don't sh*t on that!"..

Well, maybe not the last one, but you get the idea.

As much as I love her, I will always have a soft for kittens.  Out at the cabin, they have TONS of kittens.  The farm kittens are not indoor cats, but rather they live in the barn.  So sweet.

Every time we go out, Logan and Zach are instantly drawn to the littles.  Logan also loves Tyson ( a pitbull/bulldog cross) and Caesar (German Shepard), but Zach is a bit intimidated by them and the kittens are more his speed.

Since the kittens live outdoors, there is no need to trim their claws, quite the opposite.  But that means when the boys play with them, they get scratched from time to time.  No biggie.

Brad and Zach came home from the cabin a few weeks ago and Zach had gotten a decent scratch on his stomach.  Whatever... didn't think anything of it.

Fast forward a week or so and Zach was getting ready for school, just about to head out the door and he said "Mum... I have thing thing growing on my stomach, can you come see?"... Uh... what's that now?


 I noticed a red patch the size of a toonie on his stomach.  It was a little odd, but Zach said it didn't bother him. We washed it up, put a little  hydro cortisone on it and did the thing that a lot of people do and said "Let's keep an eye on it". 

After a few days, the slight red patch became raised, bumpy and just plain icky looking, so we decided to take him in.  I didn't think it was poison ivy because it was such a small patch and it's a little late for Lyme disease since the mosquitos are all but gone at this point.

Regardless, I wasn't prepared for what it was.... ringworm.

Ew Ew Ew Ew Ew

OK.  I admittedly lost my sh*t and was ready to burn every article of clothing in the entire house and bleach it all.  Ringworm? Are you kidding me?  I have a crazy clean house (kind of OCD about it) and my boys have showers every single day, so it's not like they are unhygienic or anything.  That's the one tough ( well not one..) thing about being a mum.  Even if you are completely and utterly disgusted, you can't just walk away cause someone had to deal with this sh*t.


After the Dr. said it was ringworm, he then asked if Zach had been around cats.  We initially said no, since we don't have a pet cat, but then Zach piped up..."What about the ones at the cabin?".

Oh. Right. Farm Kittens.

Google can be a good or bad thing and in this case, it calmed me down.  Before you read anything else, read this.... RINGWORM is NOT a WORM.

That immediately lessened the panic.  The idea of worms wriggling around in my house sent me in to an anxiety spiral. So learning it wasn't a worm was really comforting.  The most common kind of ringworm is athlete's foot.  Ok, I've heard of that before, blood pressure starting to come back down to a normal level.

While it's not fantastic, it's super treatable and you just need a prescription cream.  We've only been using it for a few days and the rash is already going away.  Whew.

Not sure how to avoid it going forward because it's not like the boys won't want to pick up the kittens anymore. Maybe it's just a matter of when they get scratched make sure we disinfect it no matter how trivial the scratch.

Lessened learn there.
Yuck.


Friday, October 28, 2016

Carpet Bomb

When we built the house we didn't finish the basement.

One because it was ridiculously expensive and the other was that for the first couple years we wanted to have the ability to see what was going on.. if there was any leaks etc.

We do intend to finish it at some point, but it is way down the list of priorities.

Our basement isn't bare, we have a sort of rec room set up for the boys to play video games and on the other side is our pantry/.  Or basement is kind of divided into two because the stairs come down into the middle of the basement rather than the side).

Which is all well and good, but it's still a cement floor.  I had put down some area rugs, but it was pretty ghetto.

Cue to last weekend.  Brad's friend is does construction (he's also a financial planner) and he did some reno to the old Target store.  For those not in the know, Target set up in Canada.  Everyone thought it was going to hugely popular since Canadians flock to Target when they head south.

Trouble is, we expect good deals.  Well, Winnipeggers do at least and the prices in Target Canada weren't what people were expecting, so after the initial novelty wore off, things went in the sh*tter.  Not sure how our neighbour got the construction job, but they were tasked with ripping up all of the nearly brand new industrial carpet.

 It was all set to go to the dump, but since it was perfectly good, our buddy asked if he could have it. They took a bunch and laid some carpet down in their basement but had tons left over and asked Brad if he wanted it.

Now if you recall the ghetto basement from earlier, we were pretty jazzed at the idea.

Brad picks up the slack when I work long hours during quarter end. I think he was one dinner away from buying a fruit stand in Guatemala.  After such a long week to ask him to spend his weekend laying carpet, seemed a bit much.  I think it might have pushed him over the edge.

However, I have proven to be at least marginally capable (see here...) and so I decided to do it myself.

Well, technically myself and Zach.  He may only be 13, but he's really strong (thank you hockey!) Some kids would jump at the chance to do some construction work, but my ankle biters do not fall into that group.  So while he was reluctant, he said yes and we set to work in the basement.

Arguably the biggest part of the job was moving the furniture because you had to move it twice.  We couldn't exactly move it upstairs, well I guess we could, but that seemed like far to much work.  So instead we moved the furniture out of the way and moved it back as we laid certain pieces down.

It took us awhile to figure out which way would be better to lay it... length wise or width wise, but we opted for width.  We rolled it out and back up a few times before we got it right because since I said I was going to do it all myself I couldn't very well go upstairs and ask Brad for help could I?

Since it was industrial carpet, seams don't exactly line up as it is meant to be laid in one enormous piece and cut to size.

As a result we had to figure out a way to join the seams.  Sewing it was not an option despite the fact it sounds sort of reasonable.  Since this carpet is an interim solution and not nearly meant to be permanent I didn't want to glue it to the floor.  In the end we option to duct tape the seams.  Have to keep a little ghetto in there.... it's important to know where you came from.

I had a shelf thing on the boys side of the basement. A huge lumbering buffet/hutch sort of deal which looked wildly out of place in our new fancy schmancy rec room.  Zach and I made an executive decision and lugged it to the other side of the basement by the other pantry shelves and freezer.  Looks great!

We were both pretty sore on Sunday.  My hands ached from using the exacto knife for 5 hours and my knees were bruised from crawling around, but it was worth it.  Makes a big difference and it feels so much warmer down there because you have something under your feet!  The picture at left is when were were almost finished putting everything back together.

GO Girl Power!!! (with some offspring power thrown in for good measure. Hey... everyone needs a sidekick).


Monday, October 17, 2016

Candyland

This past weekend Brad was at the cabin hunting with Zach (Zach got two ducks!).  Logan was supposed to go given that he passed his hunter safety, but he didn't want to go.

Brad really wanted Logan to get his Hunter safety and I'm glad that Logan did.  Honestly though, I don't think it's his thing.  We wanted him to get it so that if he does take an interest, he will be all set.  Also, given your entire family is into hunting, it's likely a good idea that you know what you're doing anyways.

I knew that I was going to be working all weekend, so I was kind of hoping that Logan would go.  I explained to him that if he stayed home, we would be going downtown on the weekend.  Logan likes coming to the office, so that was fine with him.

Friday night after Brad and Zach left, Logan decided that he wanted a hair cut and wanted to dye his bangs red.  I called a few salons.  The hair cut was super cheap given that he's only 11.  But if we were to add in the bang color it would be $70.

Listen kid, I love you.  But I don't even spend that much on my hair.  Plus we didn't even know if he was going to like it.  We came up with a solid compromise.  I would take him to get his hipster haircut  (shaved all around but with one slide long on top) and then I would dye his bangs.  Logan wanted them bright red.  I had gone online and looked and one of the products with the better review was called Mani Panic.  It chemical free and has a bunch of really bright colors.  Trouble was I couldn't find it.  I looked online at walmart and they had some colors, but not the red Logan was looking for.  London drugs didn't have it either, but they did have something that looked like it could work.

Since Brad took the truck to the cabin Logan and I jumped on the big rolling turd and headed to the mall.    Our plan was to get the haircut, pick up the dye from Logan drugs and head home.  But as flukes would have it, we actually stumbled (quite literally) onto manic panic!

I don't usually take the bus to the mall, so we entered in a set of doors I wouldn't ordinarily go in.  St. Vital has all these hallways in it and this particular one is not one I usually go down.

 Anyways, we were walking by some kiosks on our way to the salon.  But as we were walking I dropped my phone.  I bent down to grab it and when I stood up, a glass display case with manic panic was staring me in the face.    I can't remember the name of the kiosk, but it sold a lot of hippy-esque things.  Girl working the counter was super great, gave us some tips and tricks.

Arrived at the salon riding high off the dye find  and Logan went straight in.  The place was packed there wasn't any place to sit in the waiting room so I randomly wandered around the place looking at all of the ridiculously expensive shampoos.  After looking at two bottles I began to feel quite ghetto with my Pantene laced locks.

Amidst the racks was a delightful find.  A brush phone.  It's a regular bristle brush on one side, but a phone case/mirror on the other specifically designed for taking selfies. Seriously.

We have peaked as a species.


Logan came out looking spiffy.  From there we made our way back to the big rolling turd and headed home.  I rooted around my drawers and found a craft brush.  Since the color was so bright I wanted to make sure it only went where it was supposed to.  The directions said to saturate the hair and leave on for as long as you like, but at least 20 minutes.  There are no chemicals (it's vegan) and so doesn't pose any risks to burning your hair off.  After painting on the color you were supposed to wrap it up in a shower cap.  Since we were only doing his bangs, we opted for saran wrap.  Behold the beauty.
I told him to smile....sigh.

We left it on quite a long time and I was beyond nervous with how it was going to turn out.  My back up plan was that if it went sideways, we would just go back and dye it all brown.

Luckily though, it turned out well and Logan loved it.

Saturday morning we got up and left for work.  Logan packed a feed bag, some math homework and his ipad.  There wasn't anyone here, so we got him set up at an empty desk.  He thought it was pretty cool.  Oh sweetie.  The novelty wears off.

Logan had been invited over to his friends place that night and if we took a bus we would have been really late, so I opted to take a cab home.

Logan's buddy Seth lives close by car, but it takes about a half hour to walk or a 15 minute bike.  With it getting dark early now, I didn't want him going by himself, so when we got home, we dumped our stuff and cycled over.

Since Stella had been in her room all day, I took her with us to Seth's place.  I have a bike basket, so she snuggled in there quite nicely and came along for the ride.

I dropped Logan off and started to cycle home.  Stella was more comfortable this time and started leaning out of the basket.  I made it home without her jumping out, but she made my heart stop a few times. A few hours later, I went and picked up Logan.  He had insisted on wearing shorts and just a hoodie on the way over and I knew he was going to freeze on the way home, which he did... but hey that's how you learn.

Sunday Logan had a bright idea that he wanted to do a candy challenge with his friends Hudson and Dana.  As I have been informed, I candy challenge consists of obtaining a bunch of obscure candy (that you have never tried before) and do a taste testing of sorts.

Of course we didn't have any obscure candy in the house, so we jumped on the bikes and went to Sobey's.  He picked up:

 - Wine Gums
 - Big Turk (turkish delight or something?)
 - Black licorice
 - Eat more
 - Seasame snaps
 - Yogurt Gummies

They then proceed to video tape the whole taste testing extravaganza.  I watched the video on Logan's channel and it made me laugh... although I got on him about his excessive use of the work "Cr*p".  It's hard thought since I have a potty mouth myself.  Cursing is a privilege of adulthood is how I attempted to sell it.

I have seen wine gums and big turk bars for my entire life and never tried them, nor have I seen anyone else try them.  Someone must be buying them or they would have stopped producing them. I do like those sesame snap things though.

Licorice all sorts technically fall into the candy category, but since I used to watch my Grandmother eat them to keep her bowels regular, they aren't something that I seek out if looking for a treat.

You can watch their video here : Candy Challenge

Brad and Zach got home a few hours after the taste testing.  As he was just about to sit down and relax for the night, Brad got two emails.  Both boys had hockey practice that night.

I took one for the team and offered to take both boys.  It took a bit of coordinating, take Logan to one place, drop Zach off at his, go back and watch a bit of Logan's, head back and watch a bit of Zach's, pick him up and then head back to Logan's rink to get him.

Well coordinated flight of the bumblebee.

It wasn't necessarily the most relaxing of weekends, but it was a good one.




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