Sunday at Oldfeild Orchard

We spent Sunday at Oldfield Orchard (which is a not a hobby farm, but a full-blown money making establishment. It was a ton of fun.Quinn looking through the guillotine but laughing instead and pointing at me taking the photo.
The photo of us on the hay ride. Hayley was not with us this day, instead she was at her own Halloween party with the Sunday School.
Mr. and Mrs. John Deere. Driving the tractor. Well, actually just pretending, but don't tell Quinners that.

Quinn on the minature pony ride. All the proceeds went to Cops for Cancer, and by the time we were done, they drained all change from our wallets. She loved this. Apparently she did not find it too "dangerous" as she quoted riding horses at my Aunty Bonnie and Uncle Brian's farm this summer in Kamloops.

More photos to come on All Hallows Eve. Even one of me in my costume!

Just try not to relate to this!

OMG! so true it is scary!

The mom song.

Bring your sister to preschool day

Hayley and Quinn making a teddy bear mask.

Teacher Hayley helping out. Doesn't she look so big??

What else can I glue?

Oh, I know, I will glue the stick so when mommy picks it up her hand will stick to it!

Well, it is my first official Friday off of daycare, and it was a pro-d day. Quinn thought it was a blast that Hayley could come to "school" with her. She was so proud, telling everyone that her "seester" was here! We had a great day, after school we drove downtown and went to a vintage toy store, then looked at new high top runners and pillaged Value Village. Came home $4 less rich as there were no bargains to be found. Had a great time anyhow.

Hayley and I are watching all the Star Wars movies together. I was really never into them when I was a kid, but seeing them through her eyes is brilliant. They are true classic movies. They have left such an impression on her that she is even dressing up as Princess Leah for ol' Trick or Treat day. I made the costume...wait...don't applaud. The skirt is a pillow case with the bottom cut off and elastic for the waist. The top is a 99 cent deal from the Sally Ann that is a huge caftan beach shirt that we altered and her hair is a wig from San Fransisco's that we are in the midst of winding around ear muffs for the ear-bun look that made her famous. HA! Pictures will come in due time.

Quinn wants to be a princess. Just straight out of the dress up box. Go for it I say. She will probably accent the outfit with her rubber boots anyhow. My favorite part is the look of utter joy when they get candy in their bag, and how to hide it from Roger.

Happy Friday!

Stupid things I have seen

This week alone, I have seen:

**pouring rain, mom pushing stroller in $200 GAP jacket, UGG boots (another $200) and 7 of Mankind (I believe) jeans on. Kid was barefoot. Come on.

**co-op kids having a heydey in a Zeller's shopping cart. Full on *Jack*ass* moves - down hills, unleashed, yelling as if it was fun. Yet stupid people survive these ordeals and carry on to breed.

**van with ducktape and saran wrap on the passenger door window. Who am I kidding, probably was no-name brand cling wrap.

**socks and flip flops. Is that not a wee bit rubbing between your big toe and second toe? hello west coast gone wrong.

**my wallet stolen out of my front seat - then credit cards used. For what you ask? On line poker, QVC and a bag of chips/soft drink combo at the Oceanic market. Go big or go home I always say.

**dog wearing a rain hat. He had his head down. Probably knew how dumb he looked.

**and the stupid thing I have seen was....

Roger and two of our neighbours trying to get an already assembled 6X8 shed into our backyard, lifting it over their heads, over the fence, negotiating my flower garden....but I guess I was the stupid one.

I asked them to do it.

**

Be thankful

I have been thinking about what it means to be truly thankful. Thinking for me equates blogging. So as you can see, my faithful readers, I have not been doing a whole lot of thinking as of late.

I have come to the realization that being truly thankful means not wanting to change anything. I know that there are many things in my life that I am thankful for, as I could not function as me if I did not have them as a part. Then there are the others.......

I am thankful for my house, although I wish that we had ownership, a low mortgage and a load of property that my girls could run on. Instead I possess the biggest backyard in the co-op and the cul-de-sac on which they can ride their bikes.

I am thankful for my health, although I wish that I did not have the gene pool to pass my autoimmune disorder to my children, or I would have more.

I am thankful for a partner to spend my days with. I do wish, however, that he was more in tune to my feelings, brought me flowers everyday and showered me with love and undying attention. I guess I am very thankful that HE showers.

I am thankful for my mom and dad. I wish and pray that one day we will live closer together so that we can spend more time together. That or ruby red slippers that we can put on and tap together and presto....hugs from my mom.

I am thankful that we have food, water and shelter. Why does it have to come at a price of working lots, being frugal, and living in the co-op?

I am thankful for great friends. I wish that we had more time in our busy lives to have coffee together, look up new and exciting recipes, and exchange parenting tips.



Something that I am very thankful for, something that I would not change, who I am pleased with is me.

I like me. I think I have a wicked sense of humor, am a great friend, and am solid in my thoughts and feelings. I am happy with my life, in most aspects, and content with my choices. I love my two girls, get giddy thinking that I produced such unique lives. They are crazy, busy, thoughtful, charming, and although sometimes I feel that I am raising girls with the manners of trained monkeys...........I love them.

So this thanksgiving I challenge you to think of what you are truly thankful for. I bet it is more than you think.

Something, however, I am not thankful for is that now I must sign off and don my runners. It is the time for me to get out the door and run the 8K portion of the Garden City Marathon. In the rain. With 10,000 others. To be rewarded with muffins (hahaha,,insult to injury to a Celiac).

Happy thanksgiving my friends.