Tired Mama.com

Take your Child to Work Day

Today was the day in my home town where you were supposed to take your Grade 9 (Freshman) child to work with you - only if you happen to have one kicking around the house, of course.

This is a provincially run program set up to give the kids a glimpse into different job opportunities and help them see a little of what the 'real' world looks like.

So, Tired Papa took our eldest daughter to work with him today.

She had a good time and seemed to enjoy herself. The only problem she had was everyone kept telling her all day that she looked like uh, me.

Um, people? Although I am not coyote ugly, no fourteen year old wants to be told all day that she looks like her forty-something year old Mom.

Just sayin'. 

And yes, I do find the whole thing funny - in an evil sort of way.

Bwaahaha. 

Happy Halloween!

I hate Halloween. I do.

I love most other holidays but I must admit I can't see the point of Halloween.

Yes, my kids are all going out to get candy. Yes, my house is decorated and yes, everyone is in costume. But to me it seems like a lot of bother for some candy.

I also hate the excessive amounts of candy that my kids get for Halloween. We get so much candy that we can't even eat it all. I usually end up chopping most of it up and making it into cookies. 

Mind you I like the cookies.

Maybe there's something good to be said about Halloween after all.

Boo Humbug. Enjoy.

Does anyone know?

How long can sandwich meat sit in the fridge before I shouldn't make sandwiches with it anymore?

If milk smells bad but tastes fine, is it okay?

Can Jello go bad?

Yes, I'm cleaning out my fridge.

Oh, and is salami really meat or is it something else?

And should I really be paying attention to the best-before-dates on salad dressing or are they just there to make me buy more?

Does anyone really know the answers to all this kinda stuff?

You know what? I think maybe this is why Google was invented.

I'd go and surf out the answers but I'm tired. I think I'll just go and find a big green garbage bag instead.

Oh, and who put Jello in my fridge anyway?

I hate Jello.

Sigh.

Ain't love grand?

So, if your husband came to you at about 9 pm and told you that you looked really tired and you should turn off your computer and go to bed, would you be glad that he noticed or would you wonder why your husband, your supposed sweetheart, was telling you that you looked like CRAP?

Yeah. That's what I'm thinking too.

I'm off to put on my jammie's.

Night all.

You only have two feet....

Can shoes breed?

I'm starting to think so.

They must.

It's the only reason I can come up with to explain why we have so many darn shoes in my house.

I've decided they must be genetically programmed to breed, multiple and then run around my house and plant themselves in the middle of hallways.

It's not just one breed either, the wayward shoes in my house are of different sizes, shapes, colours and many even have weird things attached to them - like uh, cleats.

Shoe racks don't seem to contain these pests. These vermin are taking over my house and I don't like it.

I'm thinking about setting traps.

Will that work? Oh, but if I set them free once I catch them, will they just scatter again?

Darn kids shoes.

Sigh.

It's Canadian Thanksgiving!

May your stuffing be tasty.
May your turkey be plump.
May your potatoes and gravy have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious,
and your pies take the prize.
And may your Thanksgiving dinner,
stay off your thighs!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

Author Unknown (and edited slightly by Tired Mama)