Different opinions of what Holiday is...

Snow machine flying over ungroomed fluffy trails vs. Sea doo smashing into waves on a warm body of water.

Our cottage vs. a cabana on a white sandy(WARM) beach, mmmm.........

Hubby is talking vacation, my ears perked(for a split second)with anticipation and excitement. I should of known better, his idea of a vacation is our cottage up north in Quebec in a tiny remote place called Hunter's Point. It takes us 9 hours to get there, a day to pack up the monkeys and another day to unpack us when we get there.

In the summer it is not too(insert snarky voice here)bad, with the exception of packing, the dreaded drive, unpacking, packing up again, driving home, unpacking again and doing mega loads of laundry.

Did I mention I have to cook and clean the cottage too?? I know we are fortunate to have a place to get away but it is just so darn far away and is pretty remote, did I mention no hydro(okay we have lights, propane powered)so I know I shouldn't or have little rights to whine.

Okay, back to Superman mentioning vacation, I am thinking hot, warm waters, tropical breezes and fruity little drinks. No Superman wants to go the cottage, nine hour drive and snowmobiling into the cottage another hour???? What?? Insanity has struck him, hit him really hard!!

He will be going on vacation with the boys sometime in March or early April, the girls and I are thinking motel, pool and room service.....

A week has come and gone.

Lookin' for a new home.

Today hubby went back to work after having one week off, the question your all wondering, did he get my kitchen finished??
The only thing he did in my kitchen was eat and make a frickin mess, not from construction I might add.
There was some action on the man room front, he managed to rip out bushes and hedges to make sure the excavation could start immediately, growl!!!
So from the ice palace, a cold front has moved in and a warming trend is nowhere in sight, is it
cold on your side of the bed hon??
gggrrrrrrr......

Big raspberry to you ..

While in a a dollar store this morning (shopping for birthday grab bags) my little Jilly bean wanted some bubbles, we had purchased some yesterday (by the gallon)so I told her no and continued shopping. A horrendous fit ensued and she threw herself around in the shopping cart like the Tasmanian devil she can be, I continued to shop and ignored her. She ultimately got very cross that I wasn't giving into her demands. Her temper was flaring and she was screaming at the top of her lungs, again I ignored her because I was almost done shopping and I'll be damned if I was leaving and driving home only to return later that night on my own(gas being$1.10 litre, I'm cheap and the drive back and home is 15 minute one way).When out of the screams someone tapped my shoulder and said "Why the hell don't you take that kid outside?

My temper was not in a good place, my reply was "Excuse me but why don't you mind your own business. Again like an idiot he must be, he repeated his question again.

I am so angry that I replied in a curt manner, "If I was beating her butt, fine intervene, but she is only have a temper tantrum , she is a baby, babies cry." He walked away muttering to himself.

The saleswoman apologized for his comments, I said "I paid no attention."

I go into the van and I was spent, dealing with Jilly's tantrum and then the clown and his stupid comments, I was angry and shaky, how dare someone tell me how to discipline my child.

I had let him WIN, I was affected by his actions, some people suck ,so here's to you .. a big, no HUGE, fat raspberry. My world was so LUCKY to have you in it today.. thanks for nothin'.