It's Monday Mumbers time and today was hard to think of things. I really did nothing but try to sleep since I'm going on five days with very very, did I mention VERY little shut-eye at all. I look like the walk of living dead, except I did not walking today.

I don't watch the news very often. Mostly due to stories like these that cause my skin to crawl and jump off my body, worries to creep into my dreams at night as I lay restless thinking about how on earth I can keep my boys safe in such a surrounding mess of violence and hate.

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My arm is healing now. To update, I woke up last week and couldn't move it. It was bloody awful. I mean I couldn't even wipe my own A^& if you know what I mean.

We take for grated the things we have, like a second arm or hand we don't use. I never realized how little I use my left hand and how useless it actually is.

The pain medication I'm on is working at least, so far. I can now reach above my head, not that it matters since everything is above my head and I need a chair to stand on to get anything anyhow. But I can move it.

I think the hardest part suffering with the tear to my rota-tor cuff in my shoulder was not being able to hold pickle-boy. He didn't understand why I couldn't pick him up or hold him. That was really hard.

I just hope the doctor sends me for ex-rays tomorrow when I see him. Lately he's done nothing to help me when I go and see him and it's been very frustrating.

Oh well--we will see how it all goes.

I sat down on the sofa, shoulder still aching, feeling kinda crappy because of it.

But all of that was going to change the moment I heard the sound of the whistle blow and the puck dropped at noon to start what I hoped would be a game that would give our boys the western conference division championship.

The first period was good, Canucks came out hard and played well defensively.


Roberto I Love Him Luongo was great in net and appeared to be on his game. My excitement and anticipation was building. Somebody was going to score from our team; I could taste it!

I was wrong - lol.

The next two periods were like watching paint dry. Slow and easy; the Canucks sat back to protect themselves from getting scored on. Our defense played well the second and third period. So they fracken should because playoffs are coming and lately they've been a bunch of shits nuckleheads screwing the pooch instead of making those key plays that would ohhh - I don't know Keep the fracken puck out of Louie's crease.

Tonight though the boys did well in front of him.

The boys outshot Colorado something like 33 to 22 but just couldn't put the puck in the net which really ticks me off when they don't play with some balls.

This game was important. We only needed one point though to clinch first place in our division. Still I was expecting to see a bit more of an exciting game.

I'll be Calgary was chomping at the bit as the seconds wound down and they realized NANANANABOOBOO we took the championship from them. Here Flames let me hand you a lighter as someone obviously oooh we did we did doused your fire.

So on to overtime we strolled (crawled) and within the first 30 seconds Henrick Sedine passed a slower than a turtle with crazy glue on it's feet, puck behind him and what do you know? He scored.

CANUCKS WIN! CANUCKS WIN! CANUCKS...

I'm soooooooo glad this game is over. I can't take all that excitement. I don't know how I'm going to handle the playoff.

Wait I know. Watch below because it's my honey, I mean Louie whose going to rock. At least he better if we are going to make it past the first round playing a team that has seems to know every shot we don't take toward the net.

I can't wait for it to start... White towel mama is gonna dig you out of the dumpster and show everyone what a true fan I am.

I've always wondered where on earth the bloody socks go after you put them in the dryer. Pickle-boy watched me poke my head inside the dryer tube on a man hunt for the one red missing foot warmer that he just had to wear. I mean my headache like there are no other colors in the dang rainbow; he has to have the one red sock.

"What u doing mama?" he asked to which I explained about how when things are wet we put them in the dryer to dry off.

Several moments later I heard a horrible sound. It was like a small animal being plucked to death without consent, and I jumped up and ran into the laundry room.

Pickle-boy was trying to shove Sir Thomas (our kitty of nearly 16 years) into the dryer.

"What on God's green earth yes I talk that way because swearing is morally wrong if you are a parent... WTF (ever) but let's assume that's what I said.

"What are you doing to the cat?" I asked him.

It was then with a straight poker face my young little adventure explained... while he was still searching for the one missing red sock I had given up finding; he noticed the cat was wet.

"When something is wet we put it in the dryer," he said using my very own words back at me.

Now who can argue with that?

Apparently the cat!
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I went to my parents tonight to watch the Canucks play. It's always fun listening to them argue over the game. Mom got upset because dad put the Canucks down for not playing well. I had to laugh really. Dad was upset the boys didn't play defensively and mom got defensive!
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The kids were here today. By kids I mean A & S my niece and nephew, and they were playing upstairs in Pickle-boy's room. All of sudden I hear them yelling at one another.

"It's my turn! Hurry up you go! Now me!"

Great, I thought. They are arguing over who gets to go down the slide again that's attached to the outside of Pickle-boy's small loft bed.

Ready to smack heads talk nicely to the kids; I go up the stairs. I get up there there they are lined up in a row, all three taking turns on who gets to not go down the slide but walk up the slide and then who gets to climb down the ladder.

Kids are funny sometimes.
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I love the neighborhood we live in. Okay yes it's filled with crackheads and whores and dealers, but mom always taught me to share the world and even crackheads need a corner to sleep on.

No I love this area because of the local businesses. In the past several months we've seen a few go under which is kinda depressing and hard to see happen.

But across the street there is still our pizza guy, the small cafe we go to for coffee, Fields and Pharmasave and the market. When we walk with the kids it's nice they call us by our first name and wave hello. Gives me warm fuzzies inside.

The weather here in Abbey has been crap lately. So it was no surprise when we reached a high of 21 degrees that the kids all decided summer was here.

YEAHHHH LET'S STRIP!

I swear they THE KIDS are all crazy.

I have to admit, despite declaring pajama day today and lounging in my flannels. It was warm outside.

It was also fun watching all the kids run around chasing each other with the garden hoses yelling CAR!

whenever a vehicle entered the co-op, and then FIGHT ON! when it left. For us parents it was the beginning of things to come as we know the next two months are going to fly by before school is out, and then I'm going to be up to my eyeballs in rascals, and oh don't you worry there will be rants as well as they will be home all day on summer vacation.

Ahhh joy!

Hockey-dude decided it would be LITTLE KIDS against the BIG KIDS. Okay not the fairest of situations but alright, we'll go with that. The little ones might be little but pickle-boy held his own running up against his MUCH older brother and friends.

This is my first Monday Mumbers, so here goes...

73 = number of times my blackberry alarm went off before I finally threw it in the microwave. (Okay I didn't really).

3,249= times I actually did think about throwing it in the microwave.

3= how many times I thought about going pee before actually dragging my ass out of bed to do it.

12= number of times I explained to DH and pickle-boy I was declaring it a pajama day. Yes that means I'm not getting dressed! Good thing hockey-dude understands and all he said was nice jammies mom. I love him.

800= articles of clothing I found strewn across my bedroom floor.

30,976= nasty, rude and vile ways I thought of dismembering talking to DH for not putting the bloody clothes away properly and where they belong. Men...

30,977 = times DH forgot I had told him that.

11 = times I opened the front door letting Sir Thomas out.

11 = times I went to the damn back door to let him back in. WTF is that?

4 = number of times the same number called me and hung up.

400 = number of swear words that came into my mind preparing myself if they called that fifth time to send me over the edge.

1= number of times I've done this Monday Mumbers and it's fun.

Have you ever wanted to pee in the bush but didn't want to squat or pull down your pants for fear of someone seeing you?

I know it's a personal question but answer me dammit honestly--you have, haven't you?

I came across this site while stumbling my way through SU (Stumbled Upon) and I laughed my ass off.

I was also kicking myself for not thinking it.

It's called the P-mate and it's a device made specifically for women who find themselves in bathrooms that are dirty.

I don't know about you but I refuse to use public washrooms gross it's bad enough I have to use my own with three boys and pee on every corner of the wall surrounding the toilet because none of them are NBA players if you catch my drift.

Hockey-dude has about as much aim as drunk dart thrower at a Frisbee contest.

When I saw this thing I nearly fell off my sofa.

Why on earth didn't they have these when I was a kid?

I remember camping with my parents and having to pee in the bush, using leaves as toilet paper which scratched the shit irritated my ass in the most annoying fashion.

My dad would pull over and how pissed off jealous I felt watching as my brothers grinned because they could whip out their peter and piddle where ever they wanted, and I had to find some dark, small and secluded spot to drizzle.

And yes I said drizzle because that is what happens when a girl goes pee, half of it ends up running down your leg. It's hard to aim while squatting.

With the P-mate women can now enjoy the same advantages that men can by peeing standing up.

So boys tell me... now whose got the bigger d@*k????

Okay so I'm posting this late. I'm always late it's something you will learn about me as you go. It's not that I don't know what time it is or that I don't care, because I really do.

It's that it's been a very busy week emotionally around here at the Shaw house, between blogging and the kids, trying to sleep, getting pickle-boy to sleep in his own damn bed. Finding time to blog is really difficult.

So I will start by saying (there was NO JOY) lost by me on Wednesday night when Ryan announced Megan would be going home. In fact, I could barely contain myself when her name was announced.

I will admit though it was awful when Simon was really (really) mean about not saving Megan. Okay moment over, now I'm glad the bitch is gone.

Again it's something I lost no joy over. Which is a good thing considering how little I've liked Megan throughout the competition.

Megan sang "turn the lights down low" by Bob Marley. Let me tell you... oh Christ please let me tell it was like listening to a cat caught in a drain hole clinging for its life! Okay actually worse than that but my descriptive brain is frizzled and that's all I could come up with, live with it.

I don't know what is it to tell you honestly. I just don't like her voice. I don't know her as a person enough to say she isn't decent, kind, a good mother and caring. So I will steer clear of all those things. But seeing as how this is a singing competition and based on that. Megan should have gone home sooner.

Sorry Meg. Your voice just isn't great.

As for the rest of the them. I thought (personally) since my opinion is the only one being expressed here, that Adam, Kris and Danny had the best performances of the night.

Adam sang "play that funky music" in such a unique way; it caused tingles to race down my spine. And Danny hit the notes with "what hurts the most" by Rascal Flatts whom are one of my favorite country artists.

He was awesome.

But it was Kris who kicked ass I think and stole the show this Tuesday. Playing the piano, sitting comfortably in a pair of jeans and t-shirt, singing his heart out. I absolutely loved him! Kris sang "ain't no sunshine" taking the old classic to new levels with his soul filled voice that sent goosebumps running all over me. If he cut that single I would buy it, that's how much I loved it.

This week will be interesting. It's the second time Allison has been in the dreaded chair and ended up safe, but I'm sure her days are slowing going to be numbered. And that guy, don't remember his name but he keeps trying to be like Kris, Adam and Danny instead of himself and the judges don't like him. Yeah him, he will see his days numbered soon as well.

Till next week.