Damn Good Book

I am a little tired these days.

I am reading the latest book in Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series – An Echo In the Bone.

Although my cousin found this book slower than the six proceeding it, it has not been the case for me.

As soon as my son is down for the night, I do the minimal amount of things to get myself ready for work in the morning and then I sit on our bed and read – often much later than I should.

So not only am I tired, everything else is on hold.

Only a few more hundred more pages to go.

The Problem with Days Off

I was off Monday with my son.
We went to the doctor’s. We played. We went for a walk.
We had a great day.
And that’s the problem with days off – they make me want to have more of them.

Bring on the Chocolate

Chocolate.

I need chocolate. I want chocolate. Where is the chocolate?

I have wanted chocolate, followed by a baked good, preferably a brownie, followed by some type of bread product since Monday.

Every time someone mentions something, I find a way to slip in the need for chocolate.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, there is none at my house.

That’s a lie. I made some truffles at Christmas and I have been pulling one truffle out each night, nuking it in the microwave and eating it. But that’s not what I want and while chocolate-y, I am left with the urge to get in my car and find some way to satisfy my chocolate craving.

It’s grocery-shopping day and I have had a weeklong craving. This is not going to be good.

Dad and Daughter Dinner

Saturday marks the 16th annual Dad and Daughter Dinner.

The tradition of my Dad and I going out for dinner started in my first year of college.

I had won a gift certificate at local bar for the best Halloween costume (I was Darkwing Duck, one of Disney’s great cartoons) and I invited my Dad to join me for dinner.

We had a great time talking, just the two of us.

We decided to make it an annual event, a time once a year that Dad and Daughter could spend some quality time together.

The first year, I paid for dinner with my gift certificate and Dad paid the tip. The following year, Dad picked the restaurant, paid for dinner and I picked up the tip, switching each year after that.

I am sure most restaurants were good, some were probably not as great, but regardless of where we go the best thing about the Dad and Daughter Dinner is taking my Dad’s arm and enjoying the company of a man I love very much.

Curse the drivers

I was late getting into work this morning.

There wasn’t a snowstorm nor was there an accident. Instead there was a car and a truck at the side of the highway and then another car and a tractor-trailer on the side of the highway a little further along.

They didn’t hit each other. There was no broken glass or smashed vehicles. There were no flashing lights of a police car, tow truck or ambulance. There were no people trying to flag us down or dodge between cars.

There were just four vehicles at the side of the road.

But those vehicles had hundreds of people in their cars stopped on Hwy. 404, moving less than five kilometres per hour for several exits.

People, if you want to gawk become a passenger. Don’t waste my time.

Ouch

Our mattress sucks.

This is not news. I have been complaining about our mattress - and therefore my bad back - since I first started laying on it consistently more than 10 years ago.

We came close to getting a new mattress, but then I had to buy a new-to-me car and there went the possibility of a comfortable sleep.

For the past year or so I hadn’t noticed how bad our mattress was.

Then our son slept eight hours in a row, two days in a row, and I realized something.

It wasn’t that our mattress had miraculously fixed itself or I had finally gotten used to it.

Rather for the past 15 months, I really wasn’t sleeping in the bed. I was merely resting there for a couple of hours at a time. And for that type of sleep, our mattress is wonderful.

For a night’s rest, not so great.

Everyone needs goals

While actor Vince Vaughn’s character in Dodgeball made a valid point about goals: if you don’t have them, you can’t be disappointed if you don’t reach them, I prefer writing them down with the hopes they will come true.

And while I do this yearly, along with steps on how to reach this goal, it wasn’t until reading The Secret’s in the Sauce Blog Resolution, Saturday Sharefest that it occurred to me that I should be doing the same for my blog.

What are my goals for 2010 for This, That and the Other Thing?

• To receive more comments on my blog entries.
• To be honoured with more people following my blog.
• And ultimately, to make money off my blog.

I was at Sophia’s mom’s blog, a fellow SITSer, and noted she has the same goal as I do – to be a stay-at-home working mom.
Good luck to everyone who is reaching for a goal in 2010.