Sooo I guess it's been a while. Let me tell you some random thoughts/concerns/questions/anything that comes up as I type.
I guess I'll give a bit of an update since last Wednesday when I got paid in corn and potatoes. There are about 13 potatoes still left, sitting lonely in a box outside my office. You would think they would be more popular because they are now a rare commodity but no. They have now become the potato rejects and we try to give them away on a daily basis, all five days of them. On a better news topic: I got paid in COOKIES the next day!! And by "paid" I mean Thursday is our cookie day at work and they stored all the extra cookes (And smiley cookies from Tim Hortons no less) in my office. This ladies and gentlemen is what I call "trust".
What else, the confetti has seemed to disperse itself quite nicely all over the place and I still find many remnants of that great day one week ago. I'm pretty sure my scalp is multi-coloured a bit still(no spell check, go away, I spell colour the Canadian way!!). It appears that some of the confetti stuff had the dye come out and decorate my scalp. If I shaved my head it may look like an easter egg. Ok, an oddly shaped easter egg. Grand thought: imagine if I had to go to one of those lice check things last week (you know in elementary school where everyone had to go to those lice checks and everyone pretty much just saw it as a free head message but secretly we all had this secret panic that they might actually find lice... yes...no?? was that just me?) anyways, it would have been funny if they pulled back layers of my hair and just continually found chunks of coloured/metallicky paper. This doesn't make you feel uncomfortable does it? Doesn't make your head itch or anything? At the thought of tiny little bugs.... ok I'll stop.
hee hee....
And now I shall give you a childhood memory. We are just jumping all over the place here.
Childhood Memory: You know when you're a child and your mom is the #1 judge that solves all cases of sibling fights as long as you give her all the facts and she decides who is the worse sibling and punishes them accordingly? Ya, me either. Growing up I will say that my older sisters beat me up now and then, obviously because they were jealous of me... or because I may have been a touch annoying... hard to say. So anyways, whenever I would get smacked, punched, toys stolen from me, or anything else that involved my feelings being greatly damaged I would run to my mother to let her know that my sibling had wounded me. Here is how it would go:
Young, sweet, Sherylynn: "Mooooom, (sibling name) just punched me in the arm."
Confused Mother: "Did you say thank you?"
Young, sweet Sherylynn: "No, mom. They punched me."
Mean Mother: "Without you asking them to? Oh that was so nice, did you say thank you?"
Frustrated Young, sweet Sherylynn: Marches away vowing to never tell my mother anything again as she clearly doesn't understand what lifelong damage has come to my life.
All Parents out there, this is called "Genius Parenting Tip". Remember it, use it, remove the tattle tale reflex from your children. Your welcome.
In conclusion, does anyone want 13 potatoes, my hair is still a party and my mother is an amazing lady. Have a great day folks!
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