The Mrs

In Conclusion

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Mon, 31 Dec 2012 16:18:00 +0000

I'm writing two letters today. The first is my official resignation letter to the bank, and the second - well, the second is this one. To you. I've put your letter off because I truly, sincerely didn't want to write it. At first, I couldn't, conventional wisdom being that you inform your employer before you inform the rest of the world (crazy, I know). Now that The Letter is out of the way, I...

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Lannis: Queen of Manipulation

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 15:19:00 +0000

So this is a cat blog now. Awesome. * * * I have long suspected that Hamster is a jerk. Loooooong suspected. He eats. He sleeps. He avoids everyone. When put in his roller ball, he sits in the middle of the floor and stares at us. He’s a jerk. Then recently he escaped his cage, and made me take all the books off the shelves (because his favourite spot is hiding underneath our...

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The Super-Fantastic, Mega-Amazing Advent Calendar of Awesomeness

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Tue, 04 Dec 2012 16:18:00 +0000

Everybody's doing it. Advent activity calendars, that is. Not for our children the crappy stamped plastic chocolate of yesteryear. Nope. Instead we (The Pinterest Generation) are planning elaborate activities for every day of the advent. I had a weak intention to sew an advent calendar this year, but realized (in time, thank goodness) that my sewing skills are not even mediocre, and that...

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Lannis: Missing

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Sat, 01 Dec 2012 10:00:00 +0000

Fine, keep your muddy feet. JUST STOP HAVING ADVENTURES ALREADY! That was Wednesday. Thursday morning, with the intention of printing and posting these signs around appointments, I take a round about way home from dropping kidlets off at school, and guess who’s crossing the street three blocks over? Screeching the van to a halt while simultaneously screeching, “MOGHEDIEN! YOU LITTLE...

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I'm Going To Look Up Like I'm Surprised You're Standing There

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Wed, 28 Nov 2012 00:20:00 +0000

Oh, hello, internet. I didn't see you come in. You see, I've been busy not wearing my girdle, making up an advent calendar that doesn't have twenty-four horrible chocolates in it, playing Hay Day, avoiding That Woman That Bosses My Kids Around While I'm With Them on the walk to school and back, reviewing our insurance, working (and working and working) on our budget, getting Pintesty, and...

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Lannis: This.

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Sat, 17 Nov 2012 10:00:00 +0000

No, seriously, THIS: I’ve never noticed muddy feet on our various (tabby) cats. Or it could be that Moghedien’s just exceptionally nervy... [Ed: No, cats are dirty and gross. The end.] Regular Saturday poster at The Mrs, I'm Lannis - or Leslie, depending on which circles you're swimming. A while ago I decided that I don't care anymore, hence my general standards for life...

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I Was A Bully, But Now I Have A Feather Pillow

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Fri, 16 Nov 2012 15:51:00 +0000

Uh, thanks for not telling me about feather pillows, you guys. Seriously, I've only been sleeping on a synthetic fill pillow with the (approximate) comfort level of a starving gerbil for the past 12,334 nights (give or take), so take your time filling me in. Or is this that karma thing all the teenagers are talking about these days? Have I had to suffer through thirty three years of...

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Lannis: The Marble Jars

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Sat, 10 Nov 2012 14:41:00 +0000

Okay, want to know what’s pretty freaking cool? Independent kids. No, I’m not talking about potty training—though no longer wrestling with diapers and being able to trust my kidlets are wiping themselves well okayish I think they wipe?... okay just being able to trust that my kids know where the toilet paper lives is enough right now... Anyhow. I’m talking about having kids who are...

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Thirty Two Things That Are Totally Related

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Thu, 08 Nov 2012 16:11:00 +0000

Hi there. Facebook just told me to "update The Mrs", and I think he (Facebook is a guy, right?) meant something else, but then I realized that even though he probably meant "do something something to Facebook because WE NEED MORE INFORMATION ABOUT YOU SO WE CAN SELL YOU WEIGHT LOSS PLANS", it probably won't hurt to update the real The Mrs while I'm sitting here playing Hay Day doing important...

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Lannis: No one has to know... unless you blog about it. (Whoops?)

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Sat, 27 Oct 2012 09:00:00 +0000

So this week, I pretended to be a Food Blogger. I say “pretended” because let’s face it, if one of either Sandi or I were going for the title of “Food Blogger,” it wouldn’t be me who wins... But let’s pretend, because this week I tried. I bought big ol’ hunks of pork loin centre at Costco, and decided I’d try my hand at some experimenting. I sprinkled some kosher salt on the pan. I...

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Life's Profound Questions

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Thu, 25 Oct 2012 14:12:00 +0000

So I've had a week and a bit to think very deeply about some profound questions I've been grappling with recently, and I think in at least one case I've found the answer: My kids have such delicious round chubby cheeks as babies because my shoulder is their head rest of choice and - physiologically speaking - most closely resembles a coat hanger with skin. Comfy. Related: Lucy is not a...

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Lannis: Enough is Enough...

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Sat, 20 Oct 2012 09:00:00 +0000

Okay. So. Today, while folding laundry, I had an epiphany... Sometimes you have to wave the white flag and call it quits. Really. I mean, look at this: While looking at the above monster, I thought, “geez, I need to get that grass stain out...” And then I realized it’s a freaking double knee-patched pair of play jeans! Does a grass stain really matter anymore?! I mean,...

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Weird Or Not Weird?

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Mon, 15 Oct 2012 09:00:00 +0000

In honour of the fact that I've just finished The Hunger Games (DIS-satisfied), I give you the "real or not real" game, except it's totally different and completely unrelated. If you looked out your window this afternoon and saw this or any possible variation of it would it be weird or not weird? And for you smartasses that are saying to yourselves (and those around you, because - let's...

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Lannis: Sanity in small squares

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Sat, 13 Oct 2012 14:15:00 +0000

You know what has saved my melty brain this week? This square: (Yes. Everyone marvel at my inability to figure out how to draw a circle in Picasa—I still am.) I sewed that square. Now the boys can no longer pull the ties out of their housecoats in order to strangle each other lose them, and it means a world of difference in the Lannis household. Suddenly there’s no more whining...

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There's Nothing Like Fall In Muskoka...

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Fri, 12 Oct 2012 15:34:00 +0000

This? This is an annual occurrence. Which I am commemorating in postcard form. You're welcome.

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This Boy...

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Thu, 11 Oct 2012 17:50:00 +0000

He's the first to wake up every morning. When we tell him to whisper so he doesn't wake up his sisters, he says "Okay!" in a clear, piping, little boy voice that is not a whisper. He climbs in with us (with much effort) and digs his way to the middle of the bed, where he lays still for about forty-five seconds. Then he starts playing with our ears. Sometimes our noses. His feet are always cold...

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Lannis: Our garden... grows...?

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Sat, 06 Oct 2012 09:00:00 +0000

Last fall we moved the playhouse inside, and we were left with this: So I put this in its place: Yep. I built it myself this past spring. Okay, Mr Lannis made a few cuts, but I used that deathtrap sorry excuse for a drill to put it together (I only screamed a little bit, I promise). I also screwed strapping to the fence in one corner of our yard to create another glorified dirt...

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Dear Man In The Red Shirt

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Fri, 05 Oct 2012 09:00:00 +0000

Dear man in the red shirt working out* at the Y tonight, What's with the jeans? Yours truly, Sandi *as in, running full out on the elliptical. So full out that I'm pretty sure you died on the way home.

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Can Canning

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Wed, 03 Oct 2012 09:00:00 +0000

I'm hip deep in produce here, people, and I'm canning like there's no such thing as supermarkets. This time of year makes me want to cut stuff up, season it, boil it, mush it into glass jars, boil it again, and then leave it on the counter to cool, coo over, and count like a Hoardy McMiserson. So far there's beet jam, tomato jam, roasted tomatoes, and tomato sauce. In the works are two...

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Y Not?

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Tue, 02 Oct 2012 09:00:00 +0000

Yeah, I exercise. (She said offhandedly. Like it's not the worst thing she could imagine to do with her time. Running? Blech.) Except: Some nights (or afternoons) I eat an entire wheel of Brie. Or three bowls of popcorn. Or a quarter of an apple pie. Some nights, I replace the "or" with "and". I'm also pretty sure we're done having kids, so the past four years of being either...

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M.I.F.C.

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Mon, 01 Oct 2012 09:00:00 +0000

Yes. Missing In A Food Coma. The new text acronym that all the cool kids are using these days. If you were observing me surreptitiously last week, the week following our weekend trip to Stratford (for those that missed the update: alone. As in: childless), you'd see me periodically stopping and moving my mouth a little. (Also: You'd be creepy.) I was remembering the food. The glorious...

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Lannis: Kitty Reincarnation

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Sat, 29 Sep 2012 09:00:00 +0000

So Thursday, like the responsible pet owner I am — Sandi’s the one bribing strangers with baked goods to take her cat, okay? Mine just dropped dead in our basement of natural causes, I swear — I bundled up two boys to drop off Amsodean at the vet for his neuter... Five months old. A touch young, but only a touch, and I’m an advocate of grabbing them quick before they (a) multiply into more...

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Lannis: Never!

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Sat, 22 Sep 2012 09:00:00 +0000

This week marked the 75th anniversary of the publication release date of J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit. By complete chance, I managed to discover our local library was hosting a Hobbit Second Breakfast to celebrate. In layman’s terms: it’s an excuse to have tea and goodies at the library, and for book geeks to get together with a smattering of obsessive book glee. It was Friday, but a Friday...

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Little Paper Delights

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Thu, 20 Sep 2012 00:05:00 +0000

There's a big orange rectangle over there to your right (um, unless the internet is actually a mirror, and you're sitting on the other side of my screen, in which case the rectangle is to your left and I creeped myself out) that means a lot to me. Besides being the only paid advertising spot (and by "paid", I mean "not paid for, because from the amount of work she's done for me she should...

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And Lo, Her Paradigm Did Shift

noreply@blogger.com (The Mrs) — Tue, 18 Sep 2012 09:00:00 +0000

...And I'm afraid. I lollygagged through the summer, trying my very best to get in all the sun, swimming, and bare toes I could before Norah headed off to kindergarten. My reasoning was sound (I thought): travel and have fun with everyone now, leave the laundry and bathrooms and floors unless they really, really have to be attended to , and save up all the stuff that needs to be done for when...

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