Okay so yeah, it's Wed...nes...day which means it's picture time! Nothing fancy this week sorry guys and gals. Just a complete circle with the world sex inside and a cross through it (meaning NO SEX) which is exactly what I got yesterday.

Explain right?

Well okay I was in the mood. I mean yes I'm a mommy but I'm also a woman and human and mood to bump uglies struck me at around 4am this morning.

So there DH I and I were, exhausted from the day and trying to fester up some early morning romance.

And things were going great! There was kissing, heavy petty and excitement filled the air. And then it happened...

"MOMMMMMMMMMMMMIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

Yep you got it. Pickle boy screeched at the top of his lungs. So into the bedroom I went to console my dreaming (nightmares I think) child and put him back to sleep.

"Mommy is trying to get some action buddy so closed your damn eyes and find your dream land okay?" Yeah okay I didn't say that lol. I wanted him (Trashy Thursday) moment I know but I didn't.

Instead I snuggled him and put him back to sleep and then rushed back to DH whose eyes were shut but body waiting. I immediately went back to work (you know ahem) to help rev his engines again and mine.

"Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!"

"You have to be shitting me?" I stared at DH who couldn't stop laughing.

Yeah okay this went on four times. All four times I put PB back to sleep and got myself all hot and bothered again only to hear my name being called and not by DH.

Finally the last time PB entered the bedroom. "I sleep with you," he said whiny and climbed into our bed with two fully clothed parents who stared up at the ceiling in a huff of disappointment as to what could have been.

Oh well there's always next month!

Here is what Forgetful Dad had to say on the matter.

Like everyone else suffering with the economic crunch, so are my parents. My dad lost his job after working his ass off for several years (like forever) and when it happened it was one of the worst things to ever happen to them.

My pop is 57 or 58 years old, I stopped counting because he will always be 25 to me, young and my daddy. Yes I am a daddy's girl and I grew up watching my father work like a horse day in and day out, sometimes straight where we wouldn't see him, just to make ends meet and keep my mother and us three kids going.

Medically now at his age he should be in great shape but isn't. He suffered a heart attack a year or so ago, and has rheumatoid arthritis running through his body. My mother also suffered a heart attack (very young) over ten years ago and has already had triple bypass surgery among the other ailing diseases (diabetes, cataracts, lung disease, broken arteries, polymyalga) you name it she most likely suffers from it.

Yet these are supposed to be their golden years.

Us kids are all grown up. We have kids of our own and are all trying to survive financially. This is the time they are supposed to be going on vacation and loving life, not groveling for help. Yet that is exactly what they are being forced to do.

Dad applied for EI (employment insurance) since he got laid off due to cut backs. I mean he paid into it for years, so it only makes sense he apply for help for the daily necessities in life like rent, hydro, food, medications in order to survive.

Now dad got severance of course. So EI made him use it. God forbid they allow someone a chance to get a little ahead after they've had the rug pulled out from under them. Nawww our government doesn't like to that, keep em poor is our motto up in here in the sticks.

Three months salary means three months of severance. My parents lost their vehicle because they couldn't of course afford to pay the monthly amount now that pop wasn't working. And mom hasn't worked in years due to her disabilities. So they gave it back (whole other story which is just ugly if you ask me) dealing with Carfinco the company that financed them (the basasturds!) treated them like crap.

Dad won't get any money until August and food is running short, and they still have meds to buy. So EI informs them (now) not when he applied to go to Income Assistance (another government) agency to get financial aid until his EI comes in.

Mom is totally upset about all this. She's depressed and I can understand why; however I've been through it (having been an assistance) leech myself. That's what they call us, people who apparently milk the government for money when they should be working.

It doesn't matter if you left a spouse who beat you and need to get back on your feet, or lost a job. It doesn't matter if you are a senior and can't afford to live on a pension that pays less than half the cost of our actual living here in BC. It doesn't matter if you need medications and can't afford to buy them (so the only choice) is to die because without these meds you're basically screwed.

Going to welfare is about as fun as having a root canal done while waiting a bus stop crowded with obscene gesturing teenagers...

It royally sucks!

But that is the reality. It sucks and you have to suck it up if you want help, become a beggar and force yourself down the social scale in life to a notch above a person living on the street who most likely eats better because the quantity of dumpsters is more plentiful than the amount of money they give you to buy real food.

Milk cost = $4.00 or more
Bread cost = $2.00 or more
Can of Soup = #2.00 or more
Peanut Butter cost = $4.00 or more

4 items = $12.00 multiply that a couple of times and there is $100 worth of milk, soup and peanut butter sandwiches to live on for the month.

It's fucking stupid!

Humbling experiences in life come when you least expect them and are least prepared. They change the foundation of what you know not only about yourself but the world you live in.

Yeah that's true but at almost 60 years old who the feck wants to envelop that philosophy? I certainly do not want to see my parents having to go to the food bank or beg for help to pay their rent or end up on the street, especially not after they clothed, fed and sheltered me a good portion of my life.

It hurts so badly and I wish more than anything something would change for them. But it seems for them when it rains it pours and right now they are caught in a storm teetering on the edge of sanity and trying to keep their heads above the water that threatens to drown them.

Me, I get to sit back and watch helplessly. The most I can do is this -- blog it and only to make myself feel a tad better in getting out the emotions that cloud my heart with regret for them because I cannot help them monetary wise.

Every day there are more and more stories being shown about our seniors survival or lack of. Many seniors are now living on the street because the government wishes to help the young and seemingly forgets about our older generation (the ones who got us) here.

I guess I just don't want my parents to be another story.

Head over to conversations with moms and post your Friday Frustrations.

So Shoeless Mommy who else of course is sitting with me on my camp out mattress, drinking coffee while she makes some friend time with one of her ex shoes (head guy) to go see a movie.
So we search the database of google, best place to go in search of what is playing and we come across this movie called MY SISTER'S KEEPER a book by Jodi Picoult.
I saw a brief trailer for this movie, starring Cameron Diaz and Jason Patrick (Lost Boys) yummy vamp. Mmmmm I love that movie.
The story revolves around betrayal and love about a little girl named Anna who discovers she was genetically engineered to save her sister.




Okay I have not had a movie trailer make me cry since the Notebook and wouldn't you know that is who this movie is from. So of course watching this Trailer I immediately start leaking, with SM crying right along side of me, her chin on my shoulder.

"Okay I am going to see that"

she says and she immediately texts Big Head shoes to arrange the time for her birthday movie.


I am of course going to watch her rascals tonight while she ventures off to the reel to watch what looks like is going to be an amazing movie.
I will give you all a full recap after she gets back as I'm sure she will blog it as well. But for the rest of you, here is a trailer clip from YOUTube. Hope you enjoy!

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So yeah it's always nice knowing what the residents of Abbey are up to. Shoelessmommy came over for coffee this (afternoon) lol (our morning) and told me a guy she went to high school with was dead.

Alex Paul who in the past year was the only suspect in the murder of an Abbotsford woman Angela Crossman, a tenant in his building was now a murder victim himself.

Apparently there was a dispute at Paul's home, a gun went off and as it's only customary when a gun goes off (someone got killed) and yep you guessed it, the only suspect in another murder investigation gets the axe himself.

Mmmmm the plot thickens as we continue to watch this unfold. And of course the Abbey police aren't saying anything.

"It's an ongoing investigation"

is all they will say, which only makes sense. They are working hard on solving the case. I know they are because you can't go down to the police station after nine - nobody is there!

You get to talk to a nice English (or other accented) lady via wall phone who gives you a number to call if you have a crime to reports. Then when you call the number guess what??? It's her who answers the phone... mmmm CLEVER! And oh so much fun feeling so protected by our city's finest.

Robert Kenneth Hogan has been charged with 32 year old Paul's murder. Apparently the police were called saying a dispute was happening at Paul's residence and by the time they arrived Paul was dead from gunshots wounds. The gun had discharged several times. Suspects were arrested at the time.

(IHIT) The Integrated Homicide Investigation team have not linked Paul to Crossman's murder, nor confirmed him as a suspect. Hogan was arrested immediately and two witnesses were detained for questioning.

Hogan will appear in court July 24th at the Abbey courthouse.

Apparently Hogan and Paul were associates and the police do not believe gangs, drugs or other illegal activities were the cause of the shooting.

Police are asking anyone with information into Paul's death to please call IHIT Tip Line at 1-877-551-IHIT or make an anonymous please call to Crime Stoppers at 1-800-222-TIPS.

Oh I love Tuesday's because it's time to let the randomness out of the closet and blog whatever which I love doing. So does Keely at UNMOM so if you blog random Tuesdays head over to her and make sure to post your link and read other random posts. Don't forget to send me some comment luv!

So it's been pretty fecking hot here for a bit. I don't just mean hot like wearing shorts kinda hot, but that sticky and icky, sweating your ass off, muggy with perspiration pooling in the cracks and crevices you never knew existed kinda hot.

It's been gross!


When it gets this hot I cannot sleep upstairs. Not unless I want to suffocate to death, which yeah isn't really a goal for me. Not this week anyhow. So I decided to sleep downstairs and called for CAMP OUT WEEK.

DH brought down Hockeydude's bed. Oh by the way he's not going to be called Hockeydude anymore. His new name is GB : Gamerboy because that is the name he chose for the new blog I set up for him. Go and check it out. I know sorry for the sudden and random shameless blog plug, but he wants peeps to follow him.

He's only ten.

Anyhow DH brought down the mattress and the boys and I have been sleeping (uncomfortably) I might add - downstairs. It has been cooler and wouldn't you know after the first night of bringin
the bed down the rain suddenly decided to grace us.


Yet in the living room the mattress remains as I continue my camp out.

I like it. Being with the boys for some one on one snuggle time. We cuddle and watch movies before hitting the sack. Pickleboy sleeps on the sofa up top because he's a body flinger and you will find a foot or elbow in your eye in the middle of the night. Kinda hurts.

So last night GB (Gamerboy) and I laid down to watch a movie. Scary Movie 4 and yes maybe not the most appropriate film to allow my 10 year old to watch but well shit that can go into Trashy Thursday bad parenting moments.

He knows a lot stuff GB and knows the sex stuff and knows to ask questions which he does. He's not really your typical ten year old because he's lived a hard life. Something about watching your parenting fight all the time does something to a kid.

(Long story for another time).

So there we were watching the movie, snuggling and laughing. DH was in bed snoozing quietly and PB was fast asleep as well. When the movie was over we turned out all the light and in the dark we began our conversation...

GB: Can you remove your rings. It feels better on my back?

I always give him a massage. He enjoyed this so much as a baby to help him fall asleep and I hadn't done it in a long time. So yes of course I removed my rings. Rings hurt.

GB: I feel so tense in my back mom.


ME: Well that is because of what? What do you do a lot GB?


GB: Think negatively. (He says this with a bit of a whine)


ME: Listen kiddo I know you don't want to hear it but if you surround yourself with negativity and think only about the bad things, what you aren't getting from people, what people do you don't like, instead of thinking about what you can do for others. This tension you feel is never going to go away.


GB: What do you mean?


ME: Well I used to think all the time about what I didn't have. Raising you alone made me sad, we had no money, no friends, no help. It always made me sad and scared and mostly angry. Then one day I started thinking about other people, what they don't have, what they might need and suddenly our lives turned out. Surround yourself with negativity and it follows you and sticks to you like a magnet. Do you understand?


GB: (Nods) You are a good mom you know. You and FD (forgetful dad) are good to me and Pickleboy.


ME: You're only saying that because I am rubbing your back. (I giggle).


GB: No it's true. You are a great mom. You always listen to me when I'm upset. You still cuddle me but don't make fun of me.


ME: Why would I make fun of you? (I say this with a shocked voice) trying to hide stifle my laughs.


GB: Ummmm because you like teasing me.

Okay this is true. I love teasing my kids and letting them know I love them but I will make fun of them if the situation calls for it. It's the part of parenting I waited for my whole life. I'm still scarred from my mother taking me to buy my first bra and putting it on over top of my shirt and shouting out to my father across the ladies department.... "Does this look like it fits right?"

So having my own kids you bet your ass I couldn't wait for my turn (parental accolades) are well worth the pain I went through to have these little rascals. It's only fair I get to torture them on occasion.

So I continued to massage GB's back until I sensed he was falling asleep. Then he said something out of the ordinary.

GB: You are my best friend.

Okay now is where the lump in my throat surfaces as I brush the hair back from his eyes. The words held so much meaning for me.

You wait and wait for it : those moments of precious acknowledgment that you are a good parent, that your children love you and respect you and still NEED you. And when they finally come ( for me at least) so does the flood gates with tears of joy!

ME: You are my best friend, too. (I replied)

It was true too. When I left my (BAD) relationship with GB's father and became a single mother. It was GB who at the tiny age of two who kept me going through those dark nights while I tried to figure out who I was and where my life was going.

He saved me. He's been the one constant in my life I could count on that goes back before I had Pickleboy and before I met FD and married him. It was always just GB and me. The two of us against the world.

Now here he was ten years old and still NEEDED me. It felt great I won't lie. He might not be my baby anymore but will always be my baby (if that makes sense). I will always be here to rub his back, brush the hair back from his eyes and cuddle him no matter how old he gets.

And not because it's my job. But because love forces you to do things forever for those in your heart.

Happy Tuesday Everyone!

Okay so today is one of my BFF's and current mommy blogger SHOELESS Mommy's birthday!

I met SM (shoeless mommy) about a year ago now I believe. We met on Abbey Freecycle.

She showed up at my house to get a bed we were giving away for free and we instantly hit it off.

Now I'm not one to make friends that easily (NOT ANYMORE) as usually I can't stand to be alone with other people for longer than I have to due to my depression, quirky nature and OCD tendencies for things that otherwise drive others crazier than I feel.

But SM was different.

She was just as crazy as I felt. She also made me laugh extremely long and hard with the way she spoke about things in life. We got each other right away. I also could see she had suffered extremely in her life. She'd lost a child, gone through some bad Shoe experiences (read her blog to know more) and you'll understand. And she had children close to my kids ages. Her son Mister is same age as Hockeydude and her daughter Lil Miss is a year older than Pickleboy.

Right away I knew we were going to become friends and so I told her she should apply for a spot in our co-op. She was looking to move from the basement suit she was living in and our co-op had lots to offer children and good people lived here.

She applied and six months later she moved in. Guess where? Yep that's right, two doors away from me. And now she's not only become my BFF but my Kramer to my Seinfeld, always coming over to tell me the whop la of her life, her shoe stories and rants about her very own rascals.

And I love it!

I love her!

This past year having her in my life has been totally great for me. She always cheers me up. She's so generous with money (lending me some if I need it) or buying me a surprise top she just had to get for me because it had my name written all over it (NOT SURE SHE'S THE FASHION DIVA WHAT THAT MEANS) but she's very kind.

So anyhow it's her birthday today and I wanted to tell her thank you. Thank you for being my friend.

Thank you for being there for me and loving me (all the weird and crazy) ways I am and for not judging me in any way.

Thank you for still talking to me even when I do piss you off (which hopefully isn't often.) and thank you for introducing both DH and I to Wil, your friends and Sparkee, some amazing people we just are lucky enough to know and for sharing your world with me.

Okay enough sap or I'm gonna cry. Yes I'm that sensitive so shut up! Have a great day SM and I hope you get everything you wish for.

Love
JP

For the past week or so, DH and I have been like two ships passing through the night. Corny I know (the saying) but sooooooo true and very annoying. I don't know what it is lately but it seems we
never seem to get a moment alone and it's frustrating.

When GB (gamerboy) was little, before Pickleboy came it seemed so much easier for us to find some time to ourselves to do things together.

We used to go for a walk and hold hands. We used to sit and have coffee for an hour or so and just talk, about the world and life and laugh together.




We used to make love after he went to sleep and hold each other while talking into the wee hours of the morning.

Now with two boys, Pickleboy who is three. We are lucky if we even see one another for longer than five minutes before something happens to split us apart. And I just don't get it.

What is it? What is the difference? I mean it's only an extra child, right? How difficult can it really be for us to find some time for one another?

Well let me tell you it's nearly IMPOSSIBLE.

So this afternoon (early) I woke up to someone scratching my "tummy". Now okay you don't know this but that is what DH and I do when we are horny ahem in the MOOD so to speak. We give each other a little tummy scratch as a hint.

So yeah I woke to him scratching me lightly. I opened up one eye and then the other and he was smiling down at me.

"Hey beautiful!" he said.

Alrighty then... yep he's swirling with IN-THE-MOOD madness because he never calls me beautiful unless:

A.) He's in trouble
B.) To avoid trouble or
C.) Wants sex

So I gathered it was the latter due to the big cheese eating grin upon that slanted every so sexy on his mouth. His blue eyes were literally glittering with excitement.

"What time is it?" I asked him. I couldn't hear any sounds coming from upstairs which meant the boys were outside playing.

He informed me it was eleven and I'd been asleep for only an hour after being up since quarter to seven because SPARKEE knocked on my door to use my phone to call SHOELESS MOMMY because she had to take her to school. (My blog friends eh?)

The boys woke up with me and so we had been playing and snuggling and having fun all morning until DH rolled out of bed at ten. Then I fell asleep on the mattress downstairs. It was too hot to sleep upstairs last night, so that is where we were at that moment.

On the bed.

"We can't." I said in protest. "The boys are outside."

I mean seriously they could come in at any moment.

We then spent the next few minutes while DH tried to convince me it was okay. The boys were safe with our neighbor Dee, playing outside with the kids, front door was locked, back door also locked.

And ohhh you know the convincing I'm talking about ladies, right? He does this thing where he holds my face and kisses me deeply and then whispers into my ear and kisses my neck and ohhhh okay I'm stopping now - FLASHBACKS!

So yeah we decided to AHEM you know have NOOKIE, BUMP UGLIES, GET IT ON, FOOL AROUND, COPULATE, pick a word we did it!


Okay I know you are looking maybe for more than that. But really that is what it was. Quick and nice. Yes quick because as a parent you are always pressed for time to do ANYTHING including bumping uglies with your beloved. So you don't have time to take your time to enjoy the time.

Does that make sense?

Maybe that is why I was so against it at first. I mean what type of parent has sex with their partner in the middle of the early morning/afternoon while the kids are outside playing?

Me I guess LOL...

But is it bad parenting?

Tell me what your thoughts are on the topic?

Oh and don't be shy to tell me you think it is. Trust me the guilt I feel is worse than anything you can say to me. Well...okay maybe not since I'm sensitive and will most likely cry if you say I'm a bad mother and should be shot and have my darlings escorted out of my home for acting like a tramp addict.

Speak your peace. I will listen.

It's time for small talk six.

Every week a topic is posted. This weeks topic is The best patriotic films.

You don't have to post the same items I do. Post your own. Six words, six phrases, six videos, six pictures.

Whatever you choose just make sure you post them and then head over to Momdot.com and make sure you link there.

Don't forget to grab a button to post on your site for this weekly meme.


Now I realize that July 4th is a big American Holiday which is why this is the theme this week. But being Canadian we just celebrated Canada Day and I'm listing my six favorite CANADIAN patriotic films of all time.

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Strange Brew

Starring Rick Morranis and Dave Thomas which showcases the adventures of Bob and Doug Mackenzie, two very unorthodox Canadian hosers who get a job at a brewery to only discover there is something very wrong in the work place.

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Men with Brooms

Starring by the director himself Paul Gross who became famous for his portrayal as a Royal Canadian Mountie in
Due South

The story revolves around a group of unlikely heroes, friends once part of an elite curling team who come back together after their coach dies and mysteriously asks them to work together to go for the golden broom, a high reward in this great Canadian Sport.

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Maurice "The Rocket" Richard

One of the best movies I've ever seen, made in 2005. It's the story of Quebec's most famous hockey player. Maurice "The Rocket" Richard who changed the face of hockey as we know it. The movie shows the struggles of a french Canadian in the league dominated by Anglophones. Roy Dupuis stars along side a great cast. He's also starred in some other great films like Emotional Asthmatic and That beautiful somewhere.

Cover of Cube

Cube

A great Canadian Horror film which not many people know is Canadian, but it is.

A fantastic story that keeps you engaged about a group of individuals who find themselves trapped inside a giant cube and with no way out. And together these 7 strangers with no memory must help one another if they are going to get out alive.

A must see in my book!

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Ginger Snaps

Outstanding movie! Canadian movie! You didn't know did you? Well it is eh... and it's a horror as well but so well done for being a hometown film.

The film uses werewolfism as a form of puberty when a young girl (Ginger) gets bitten on the night of a full moon, also the night she gets her first period. Her sister tries to find a cure for the girl as they race against the clock to beat the next full moon.

Image by JP @ Rants n' Rascals via Flickr

Kissed

Starring, Molly Parker one of the best actresses I know and love.

This film is a very dark film that is not for the faint of heart, only because the subject matter surrounds necrophilia (sex with dead people)

This film is very tastefully done, despite the subject matter as it dives into the story of a young girl who is working at a funeral parlor and her desires begin to grow for the dead over time.

Hey Hey Hey, it's TGIF time! My fav day of the week because it's the furthest away from Monday which I hate.

So this weeks topic is web designing or rather blog designing. DH wanted a blog and I thought it would be a good idea for him, maybe help his memory out, his feelings on parenting with a brain injury which there isn't much info online on for that. I mean there is tons of stuff on TBI's but not on what it's like to parent as a survivor.

My BFF JF also asked for a blog. She really needed one, let me tell you. We sit here and chat, sometimes for hours on end about parenting and the kids and of course we laugh. We LAUGH hard! She has so much material to blog about she doesn't need to search for stuff like some of us (ahem) me.


So over this past week I took it upon myself to build both of their blogs for them. DH's blog is called The Forgetful Dad and he's quite happy with the turn out. He was looking for a nice, classic header and some dynamic stuff to make his site stand out and I think I hit the nail on the head for him. It's clean and very elegant to look at. At least I think so.

JF's blog is called The Shoeless Mommy and it has a fashion theme which I used to impliment for parenting stuff. Lil Miss and Mister are her kids. She has labels like accessories (friends & family) shoes (for being a single parent and dating) don't ask she'll explain it, and tons of other fun stuff.

It's now Friday and after a week of no sleep, late late nights coding and tweaking and making sure everything was set up right. I'm done finally. Both of them have twitter accounts so make sure you stop by their blogs and grab their buttons and give them a visit. I'm sure they will begin posting soon now that they can lol.

I love designing blogs on blogger because of the freedom it allows with HTML and templates and other stuff. And I really love designing banners and buttons, but it's time consuming and a bit hard on the eye muscles lol.

Still all in all it turned out good I think. Let me know what you think.

Happy Friday!

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This is Tawnie, another BFF of mine. I met her through the Shoeless Mommy who is also a new mommy blogger. Tawnie came over and she had an oven mit and she was holding a mouse.

"Awwww cute!" I said, no stranger to mice or crawling little fur creatures. I love them. "Does it bite?" I asked, because she was holding it with the blue mit and I thought perhaps it wasn't safe.

"No it's not a pet. The cat brought it inside Shoeless Mommies house and wouldn't take it back out. Took us forever to catch it and I had to show you."

OMG! It was a mouse from outside!

Well no wonder she was holding it with oven mits lol. It was cute though, still. It's amazing the crap that goes on in the co-op. There is alwasy something happening somewhere.

I asked Tawnie to pose with her find and she pretended that she was going to eat the poor little bastard mouse who was having a heart attack I'm sure.