What a week…


WOW.

I can’t believe I made it through that week. It was hectic for sure, but man was it a blast.

I spent the whole week, every night until at least 2am, working on my essays, assignments, cases, quizzes, etc, and the marks were tremendous. Nothing lower that an 85. Actually scored 100% on a few of them. Nice.

My semester actually ended Friday at 3pm, which was the time I wanted to be at home to take Happy Boy to the park as the nanny was off all week and the amply-pregnant UrbanMummy was exhausted, hot and suffering from an achy back so she could not take him for the whole day. I submitted my final essay – all 19 pages of it, knowing it was not my best work, but received a note the next day from my Professor indicating that while not my best work, he found it worthy of a 91. Whew. Imagine if I started it earlier. LOL. I could have earned a 92… Or 85.

The week ended with us racing off to lovely Cambridge Ontario on the first leg of our Day out with Thomas, in St. Thomas for the Happy Boy. Needless to say it was HOT out there and when we travel it means no sleep or food for the Happy Boy, but man does he love running up and down the hallway of hotels. He even managed to open the hotel room door and run down the hall before either of us could believe he was able to do it. As I ran behind him, I could hear him giggling. I love that kid!!!

We raced to St. Thomas to get on the train before it left, and thanks to UrbanMummy for sitting in the backseat with Happy Boy so I could get us there on time (90KMs in less than an hour meant average speed of 150kms, sometimes 160, and oddly being passed every now and then. Whew did we fly.

The phenomon that is Thomas was quite fun, and I owe tons of thanks to UrbanMummy for planning the trip for all of us. She’s really good at that. Like she could do it for a living. So we got on the train, scorching hot, and only one cabin had windows, and sit down at the end near the open door. Happy Boy is pouting and hot, UrbanMummy is hot, I’m hoping this ride is going to be fun and then the music starts and in between Happy Boy’s cries of “No dadoo” (train) I see him making fists and dancing to the music, then as we get moving I see him waving to the people outside. I think he’s liking it.

After the 1/2 hour ride, we walked through Thomas-ville taking pictures with some guy named Sir Topham Hat, drinking jumbo lemonade, walking through the all-Thomas-all-the-time gift tent, and stopping to watch the Lionel trains exhibit – which caught Happy Boy’s fascination. We got the Happy boy a llama balloon animal and took pictures wherever we could. Then it was time to move on. Grabbed dinner and we to the park. Once at the park, Happy Boy wasted no time in taking off to the water play area. I steered him towards the jungle gym and he found his way at the top of the tallest, steepest slide I have ever seen for a child, and sure enough, he flew done it with screeching delight. “More”, he said as he made his way again for Mummy to see. He loved it.

After sliding and playing he made his way to the water area and we ran around there and got him wet. From there, the car, and from the park to home in 1 hour and 10 minutes (instead of the expected 2 hours plus). :)

Some highlights from the weekend:

Happy Boy running from bed to bed at 2am to see Mummy and Daddy.
The exceptional service at Kelsey’s in Cambridge. VERY child friendly and super-helpful.
The cries of “Thomassssss”
The cries of “Donkey” and “Llama” from the nursery that had some animals and butterflies. Hapy Boy actually touched a butterfly and loved how pretty they were.
The look on UrbanMummy’s face at the end of the trip as she gave us the “I survived” face in the extreme heat. She’s a trooper. Like when she was pregnant with the Happy Boy and led a group of us through a cave in Monaco, I believe. Whew. If it were me… I’d be home complaining.

But the weekend was a success! Fun had by all.

Monday began with an 8:30am appointment for a CT Scan, at the hospital, for my achy back. Cool machine. Quick test. Now it’s on to the Chiropractor.

Thoughts full of 1st birthday wishes going out to neighbour and fellow-blogger The Cheaty Monkey http://www.cheatymonkey.com on Monkey’s special day. With so many kiddies in attendance, I hope Haley-O made it out alive. Looking for a future ost from her marking this event. (adjusted)

Just under 11 weeks until the arrival of Baby 2. Getting nervous??? Yup.

And the backyard landscaping project is coming to an end. Got all the monster tree stumps out and removed most of the brances. Gardener coming to remove the stumps and slap up a fence. Yay! Putting more sod down, and making more room for the Happy Boy to play, and hopefully keeping the racoons out. All this wear and tear on the back and bruises and mosquito bites had better be worth it. I feel like we’ve gained an extra 6 feet on the side and back of the yard.

For a full rundown of the Day out with Thomas, may I recommend the blog of a fellow blogger, and number one spouse, the talented, good-looking UrbanMummy, http://www.urbanmummy.com/journal – who also seems to be on a free-stuff winning streak.

It’s only Monday a.k.a. Is he sleeping yet???


Whew.

Day one with the Nanny on holiday and I thought the Happy Boy was exhausted enough to sleep by his bedtime, 7:30pm, but boy was I wrong.

You see this morning the Happy Boy woke up at 7am. Of course. I had the opportunity to sleep in today. I arranged to have Baby Proofers, come by to see how safe, or un-safe our house is for the Happy Boy, and the kitten. The earliest appointment they have is 10:30am. I start work at 8am, so I arranged to have them here for 10am. Happy boy ruined my sleeping plans.

So today, he went to camp with UrbanMummy, then after a short nap, went to the park with the lovely and talented Haley-O and her irrestible Cheaty Monkey. More running around, so you think he’d be tired, eh? Nope.

The Happy Boy probably couldn’t sleep because he was having dreams of Monkey. You see the Momerazzi caught shocking picture of the Happy Boy kissing the Cheaty Monkey in the tunnel in the park. My little player. Then as Haley and Monkey were leaving, the Happy Boy started throwing kisses and saying “bye bye”. Cutie.

So after dinner, outside for more fresh air, we come in and give the Happy Boy a bath, afterwhich he got some milk, 4 books and bed… where he proceeded to wail. We tried more books… Nope. More milk… Nope. He didn’t eat dinner, so we offered him a lot of food, no dice. Since the UrbanMummy is suffering from a bad back, I took Happy Boy to the vet, grocery store, then to another grocery store, but as I left the driveway, I decided to drop him off at Gramma and Granpa’s. They played with him until 10pm when I picked him up. He was tired. Still whiny, he got more milk, then right to bed. He has not budged. I’m going to check on him. BRB.

Thursday Thirteen


Thirteen Things SpeakEasy is up to right now

1. Trying to finish a 8000-12000 word essay focussing on Knowledge Management and Confidentiality within the Canadian Tax System… bu tomorrow.

2. Building a better wife… By that I mean making th most of every second I get to spend with UrbanMummy and letting her know how great she is. Hanging out with her tonight would be a great start.

3. Taking down and out the remaining cedars in the backyard of my house so that the gardener can come and put up a fence.

4. Cleaning out the “Red Room” in our house, which is going to be the Happy Boy’s room once the new baby comes (in 3 months), but we need empty so we can get him used to it, slowly.

5. Organizing and taking inventory of our Scrapbook merchandise and Embellishments so we can bring the store back online or get the mready to be sold in another store

6. 9 Reports for management on my work files, due tomorrow.

7. Taking care of my sciatica, and that does not mean taking pills to make the pain less. I’m tired of not being able to put on my socks in pain. I’m only 35.

8. Cleaning out the garage. For a freezer coming soon, and to put the car in it. So much junk.

9. Getting ready to complete an exam this weekend

10. Looking at 2 businesses to begin in the spring, or next summer so I can leave my job and let UrbanMummy just worry about the kids and her video Ipod.

11. Get my bike tire fixed and actually use it so i can lose some unwanted baby-weight. If UrbanMummy can lose all, and more of her baby-weight, then so can I.

12. Socialize. It’s been way too long for old friends and hopefully some new ones. Once the week is over, it should be time to be social again. I miss talking to adults.

13. Sleep. I’d love to. Just say when, dear.

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Get your money back… Your tax dollars were wasted today.


I want a refund, and you might want to ask for one too.  You see currently working for the Canadian Federal government means my salary is paid for by you and me, the Canadian taxpayer, so as an organization we need to be accountable.

Check out what happened to me…

I’m writing this post to protest the complete waste of time and money spend on an all-day team offsite for work.  It was a major yawn-fest and a complete waste of time.

I actually knew this off-site was going to suck when the agenda was sent to us at 5pm last night. Loads of notice, eh?  Then I noticed that I was slotted in to present twice – 2 different topics and no time to prepare. So I grabbed the training manuals, took them home to review and then spent precious subway time, and morning cereal time reviewing them so I didn’t appear like an ass in front of my superiors and colleagues.

The actual offsite was actually set to begin at 9:15am this morning.   I arrived at 9:10am with my Tim Horton’s coffee in hand, and already the room was pretty full.  Impressive for the civil service, but for some unexplained reason the organizers still waited until 9:30 to begin, which set us back two agenda items from the get go.  The day went downhill from there.

By 2:45, the time for me to present my second topic (the first one was scrapped because the group manager discussed it by accident, and I used that oops to bring up my issues / concerns at that time)  and the day scheduled to end at 3:15pm you could tell no one was paying attention.

We ended at 3:45pm, basically ignoring all the rest of the actually important stuff.  What was even more odd to me, was that two people actually left this team-building offsite at morning break, and never came back!??! Yikes.  Bet they won’t be reprimanded…  Union.

The session never had the right momentum even though the two facilitators, quite unique in their own right, tried to keep it moving.  One of the facilitators, my team leader, was articulate, interesting and quite funny –  sure he goes off track a lot – but he makes his point and he makes it clearly. The other… yikes… He is the King of the false starts. He begins a sentence then pauses as if he is now picturing in his mind which word goes best next. They after taking a route, he realizes what he is talking about, so he switches the conversation another direction, finally ending it on a completely different track.  Its sad. I wants to smack him on the back and shout “spit it out!!!”.

For example, “I think that we need… ahhh, should be focusing, on taking a different… er… Another course, or plan of action to resolve and clear up this, problem, which he have to focus on go come up with another solution by taking a different course of action…”

So throughout the day him, and one of my peers, talked all over the map, and only wound up confusing everyone in the room.  If they had an agenda, or even something they wanted to get across to the staff, they failed miserably.

One funny thing did occur. If you see my previous “Stupid Sister” post, you will find this comment funny. One of the stupid sisters was in attendance and at one point during our lunch, she turned to the girl beside her, while chewing on a piece of celery and said, “I wonder how they make the celery so crunchy?”  Yikes.  Her comment was funny – expected – and was very thought-provoking as it made me wonder how in fact they get the carrots to be do damn crunchy, and the broccoli so damn green???

So this day ended without us having resolved anything.  I believe the purpose of this day was to unveil a new work structure, or new roles, new teams or something like that.  I suspected this offsite would be coming as management in the Federal government were singled out recently for being incompetent.  So maybe the hope was that we would be inspired by being out of the office and eating sandwiches, that we would work harder and better.   We all know that, sadly, nothing is going to change…  It’s the government.

I think this session pissed me off more than others because I was approached last week for my feedback on was could make this work, I am 2 years into my MBA after all, so I gave them my input on the agenda and the format.  I told them how I thought it would be effectively run and how to get the answers they needed while rolling everything out clearly and concisely to the staff and to no one’s surprise, they chose to take a completely opposite route.

At least my way would not have resulted in all the staff betting on which of their peers were going to fall asleep first. I was wrong. One guy head-bobbed throughout the first 3 hours. It was that dry.

So back to work I went as if the day had not happened, although I feel like I wasted a full day.

Thanks Mr/Mrs taxpayer…

 

What are you thinking Shea…


In effort to attract more guys to my blog, I present the following post about a now former Toronto Blue Jay player (bluejays.mlb.com), a DH no less, named Shea Hillenbrand.

Turns out Shea, a early season hitter who tails off after like April, took some time off from the team so he and his wife could adopt a child – yay, Shea!

Then upon returning to the team 2 days ago he was not in the lineup, nor was he in the line-up tonight, so he refused to come to the dugout and made the following statement,

“I love my teammates here, but I’m waiting to be traded,” Hillenbrand said during a profanity-filled tirade before the game. “I should have been traded two months ago.”… “They wonder why they are not winning,” Hillenbrand said. “It’s the atmosphere.”

So the Jays “designated him for assignment”, meaning they have 10 days to release him, trade him or send him outright to the minors. Considering the Jays could use a shortstop or pitcher, he might be marketable.

But for those who know me, and my love of playing sports and watching them, will know that there are a few things one can do in organized sports that REALLY pisses me off. Number 1, is quitting on a team. You just don’t do that. Successful players and teams never quit. The Jays might be a better team now that this whiner is gone. If you quit, you will never lose that tag and there is no coming back. One season while running my ball-hockey team, I brought on 3 friends, of which only one was semi-good enough to play. Of the other 2, one was eager to learn and the other, well he ran a lot and sometimes remembered he was playing hockey and use his stick. Them one game late in the season this player tells me if he doesn’t get more playing time he is going to run on the floor when we are winning a game and cause us to get a penalty for having too many players on the surface. Upon hearing that, I immediately asked him for his jersey and booted him off the team. Quitter. Was going to cause the penalty, then go home. No way.

So Shea, I know you a big reader of this blog, and I want to wish you and your wife a big hearty “Mazel Tov” on the adoption of your daughter and let you know that if you need help packing you shit up, I’ll call 1-800-got-junk and help you get the fuck out of town.

Quitter.