Thank You! American neighbours

Wednesday, my parts of the world are expecting a major snowstorm.

According to news reports, we can thank our American neighbours, particularly Texas, for this latest snowstorm.

So thank you, neighbours, for the likely really crappy commute Wednesday morning.

But on a non-sarcastic note, if the snowstorm pushes out this incredibly cold weather, I really do thank you. I will take a three-hour one-way commute over this bitter cold any day.

Thank you, SITS
Thank you SITS for featuring me Friday and thank you to everyone who popped by. I have responded via email to everyone who commented and plan to visit each of your blogs soon.

LisaDay

They Just Don’t Get It

People are funny.

I was talking to a woman a few weeks back. We were chatting about a hairdresser she found who offers a great cut at a reasonable price. I mentioned I needed to go to that hairdresser but it wouldn’t work as the hairdresser – and the haircut – would cut into the limited amount of time I had with my son.

The woman gave me a seriously look and in a serious voice told me I had the right to have some me time.

I smiled and tried to explain to her that I do have ‘me time’ but gave it up for a lost cause.

Some people just don’t get it.

I have lots of me time.

I have me time in the hour it takes to get to the office and the hour it takes to get back to my little guy. I have the hours between when he goes to bed at 7 p.m. and I go to bed around 9ish.

I am not one of those people who feel they have lost themselves in becoming a mother.

In fact, a mom is what I have been waiting to become for a long time.

And since I have to go to work, and allow some other woman to raise my child, I will not lose what precious little time I have with my son doing anything other than be his ‘mumm-eee’.

Friday Rambles

• It took me just more than two hours to get to work this morning. It wasn’t the snow that was falling that was the problem, rather the snow that was already on the ground making it impossible to see what side of the road you are on.
Someone needs to invent a heated middle line so you know you where you are.

• At about 7 a.m. this morning, someone from the City of Toronto came on the radio to tell us that in a few hours the snowploughs should be starting their routes. What! Shouldn’t they already be out? What are they waiting for?

• I followed an older man driving a newer model Mercedes Benz the other morning and his license plate was RICH IQ.
What does that mean? Is he suggesting because he is rich he has a higher IQ? Perhaps it isn’t right for me to be annoyed but arrogance is a trait that really annoys me.

• Friday is here. Happy weekend everyone.

Almost Over

This has felt like an exceptionally long week. I woke up today thinking it was Friday.

Unfortunately, I was wrong and Thursday dragged by as much as the three days that preceded it. All day long I thought my work week was almost done and all day long I had to keep reminding myself that I do indeed have to get up tomorrow and face another day.

The lengthy week likely felt even longer because of yesterday’s three-hour morning commute. By the time Wednesday was done, I had spent more than four hours in the car.

Today’s weather, while much improved, caused a bit of stress because the radio announcers kept saying the roads were covered in black ice and snow squalls were likely.

I never hit either, thankfully, but people were like we were so while we were all safe, it was another long, stressful drive.

But if my week felt lengthy, I couldn’t imagine how it felt to be my friend CM, who had to return to work after being off for a year’s maternity leave.

It has been more than a month since my own return but I remember that week well.

Our long week is almost over. Thank goodness.

Getting To Know Strangers

I love personalized license plates.

I should state here that I do not want to one for Christmas. However, I do like the fact that other people seem willing to spend more than $200 on a personal message for their car.

While I see no point in having one’s name on one’s license plate, I do like the plates that are a puzzle. I like following these people until I have figured out what they are trying to say. I am always impressed by people’s cleverness.

My favourite aspect of personalized license plates is feeling of familiarity you get.

For example, on the way down Hwy. 404 this morning, I saw Baby Dol. I haven’t seen Baby Dol since before my maternity leave and as I was passing her, I smiled and said good morning.

Also prior to my maternity leave, I would follow IM Woodsy down Warden Avenue. We obviously had to be at work at the same time and it always pleased me to see him each day. He was like my morning routine. So you can imagine how excited I was when I ended up following IM Woodsy home. We obviously left work at the same time as well. And we obviously both rushed out of the city so we could spend time in the country.

And then there is 8 Legs.

I am not sure what 8 Legs does, but I have also followed him north on the 404. Then, while on maternity leave, I discovered 8 Legs is a neighbour. What a small world.

I also have a neighbour who is a Diamond.

Now Diamond, and other people who have personal license plates, should be a little more cautious. I know who Diamond is. I know his vehicle. I know where he lives. So when you pass me at high speeds or tailgate me, it makes me want to knock on your door and tell you to smarten up. You don’t treat your neighbours that way.