On Making Decisions and Stupid People

Sometimes, in ones life, there are just too many of both.

We have been trying to make a decision for a week now. We have gone back and forth, back and forth, pros and cons, back and forth, yes and no, maybe and we'll see, sleep on it and think about it, measure it and picture it and still, no real answer. I think a part of our answer lies in the answers we will be recieving from an outside party. Those will definitely help us to come to a conculsion. And until then we will imagine it, envision it, dream about it.

Why does one constantly find themselves surrounded by stupid people. And not stupid in the sense that they are not smart. Stupid in the sense that seriously, you just said that? kind of way. I think they should know better. I think they should do what they say they are going to do and not make me wait or have to keep asking or just go bloody well do it myself because I am tired of waiting and asking. I think they should know, at their age and place in life and our work structure, how to talk to people. Not yell or rant like a raving lunatic. But talk. Talk sternly, sure, be strong in what you are saying, absolutely. But when you start to holler like a pissed off junior high teacher trying to get the class in line you sound like a crazy mother. Oh, and all that respect people had for you. Quick! Look! Its walking out the door. And you are still there, all red faced and hopefully feeling stupid. Because you should. I just wish more people knew what they were doing, didn't generate enough bullshit to heat an entire Himalayan villiage, and just did their freakin jobs. Today I am now squeezing into my day a task that I assigned to someone else two weeks ago. Thats fun. I have a big event next weekend. So you can see that my calendar is wiiiiiide open. Like a beautiful blank dance card. Tons of free time. Endless really.

First Attempt

Here is our first attempt at a nearly completely bbq'd breakfast. The bacon was fab, the hashbrown potatoes were dynomite (and will be better with fresh green onion) but the eggs? Um. Not so good. I didn't take a picture of Pat's neon-yellow-heart-attack-on-a-plate eggs because, well, I couldn't stomach them in real life and thus decided they probably wouldn't photograph well. So the eggs in the picture are the delish and fluffy scrambled eggs I quickly made on the stove. All in all, a success. Pat swears that one day he will perfect the egg on a bbq. I will let him continue to be the guinea pig that taste tests them. A persons body will only let them spit bacon-greasy-cream-soaked-scramled egg bits into the sink so many times before it completely revolts.

My Favorite Subject

In sepia...

Less Honey, More Nut

Wishing Them Luck

We were at the park today and mck started playing with a little girl who showed up shortly after us. Her mother was chatty so we sat talking. Before we even started talking I was thinking about how could a woman who looked very strong and fit have such an overweight child? Then I found out that this woman was more than strong and fit, she was a firefighter and a paramedic. Which made it all make even less sense. I wondered if the mom ate well and got excercise and just let the child do whatever and eat whatever they wanted. As we spoke she made references to the fact that it was just the two of them in a neighbourhood condo and that she worked the usual paramedic thing of four days on four days off with shifts and how the little girl is in day care and with family and altogether living with a very hectic schedule. I started to see how it might have happened. Especially on the days where the mom had worked nights. But I could tell she was trying. Before coming to the park they had already played soccer and tag. They rode their bikes to the park. She made sure the child was drinking lots of water rather than juices. So perhaps the lifestyle they were "forced" to lead got them to the weight the child is now (long hours, odd shifts, giving in to whatever so you can have some peace) but as they settle into their routine she is finding ways to counter a continuing of it and maybe even reverse it. Tough gig.

The Farm

Mck's day at the farm started out timidly but she quickly overcame her fear of handling all creatures great and small...

Oink

So we were driving along the highway today when a semi pulled up alongside of us. This particular semi was hauling a trailer of livestock. Pigs to be exact. I started thinking about all of the people who would be apalled at the travelling conditions of these pigs, the same people who would be disgusted by the size of the pens, the temperature control or lack thereof, the amount of time they are forced to remain on their feet, standing in their own feces and that of their neighbours. I thought of all of the arguments gone public, the animal welfare folks, peta folks, the anti-farmers, the "pigs are people too" folks. And yet even with all of that running through my brain all I could really think was, "Mmmmmmmm, bacon...."

Tasty Taters

I bbq'd last night. Did homemade burgers melding two recipes as I did not have the ingredients of either one in its entirety. They were smashing but I forgot how much burgers shrink when they are que'd. Alot. I ended up with beef nuggets more than burgers but they were still great (the best he'd ever had apparently!) But my piece de resistance was the baked potatoes. Oh. My. Give me a medium well steak and some mood lighting and I would have thought I had died and gone to the Keg. Thats how good my taters were. Kegtastic.

We're on our way, We're on our way...

On our way to Grandpa's farm...ok, maybe not Grandpa's but we are heading to the farm today. McK and her class and all the accompanying parents are going country today. I have done this once before with a little boy I nannied and it was super fun. I am secretly hoping for the end-of-day hayride!!

One for the Big Girls

A so-called "full-figure" model won America's Next Top Model last night. Hoooooo-Rah! While she is hardly what I would call large or plus sized, it was nice to not have yet another bony toothpick win. Nearly each season has had a full figured gal, at least for a short period, but this time she took the whole shebang. Like Mika says, Big girl, you are beautiful!