A couple weeks ago, the new owners of the house we live in moved in upstairs. We had been in a state of trepidation over this, since we weren't sure what to expect with a new family upstairs. It went from a lovely older couple with a grown son, to a young couple with a 6 month old baby.
Since we have had our own share of 6 month old babies, we knew what kind of risk we would be taking by staying here. The baby actually isn't really that loud, we don't often hear her down here, and if we do, it's never really bothersome. Of course, we still are concerned about the people upstairs hearing our own 6 month old baby screaming at night. Ok, so she is almost 6 years old now, but has a tendency to throw uncontrollable fits, right when everyone else in the entire neighborhood is sleeping.
Alas, I digress, as the point of my post has little to do with Eleanor and her neverending effort to rid our household of complete nights of sleep. The people upstairs maintain that they do not hear her, which is hard to believe with the amount of noise Eleanor puts into her effort to end sleep.
It has to do with the dilemma we are having right now with the removal of cablevision. The lovely folks at Shaw cable have decided that for us to have cable in the basement suite, they would charge us for it. Fine, whatever, if that is what they need to do to make money I will continue to charge $3.99 for ramped up Iced Tea with a fancy name at my work. The issue isn't so much that we are cheap and want free cable, but we are cheap and want free cable. When we moved in, cable was included as part of the rent. Now, since we have new owners, they too are cheap and don't want to pay for our cable. Standoff commences.
Option A: order cable for ourselves and pay for it
Option B: demand that the cost of cable be taken off our rent, since it was originally included and now that it isn't give me a discount
Option C: continue to pay the same amount, and get rid of the TV cause there are better things to do anyway.
Option D: move again
Let me know what you think is the best answer. And please don't say move again (unless you are going to help pack and transport).
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
my tired feet
After a long day at work, it is so nice to come home and be able to put my feet up. We had dinner tonight, a bit later than usual which is probably going to become the usual with the summertime fast approaching. After dinner, me & the kids set down on the couch to enjoy a book or three.
Eleanor picked a couple books, and then Thomas picked a book. As we cuddled on the couch, I had my feet up on the table, relaxing them. Reading the bedtime stories to the kids always seems to have the opposite effect on our family than it's intention. By the end of the stories, I am usually falling asleep, and the kids think it's hilarious and are no closer to sleeping than before the stories. I'm not really sure what the reason is for my heavy eyed fairy tales, but it never fails that I am on the edge of sleep by the end of the stories.
After three books tonight, once again I was close to napping, but was pulled from my gentle drift to dreamland by Eleanor asking if she could rub cream on my feet. OF COURSE! I don't even know how I could say no to that, even if I had some notion that it wouldn't be a good idea. So, Eleanor rubbed some cream on my feet, and although she hasn't really had any practice my feet enjoyed it immensely. It was especially cool that she wanted to do something kind for her dad without being asked.
I know that someday, sooner than I would like, I could beg, bribe and request all I want for her to rub my feet- and the only answer I will get is a benevolent shrug and eyeroll combination that says "dad, seriously?" before walking off to her room to listen to an ipod and talk on her cell phone to her friends about how lame her dad is.
Eleanor picked a couple books, and then Thomas picked a book. As we cuddled on the couch, I had my feet up on the table, relaxing them. Reading the bedtime stories to the kids always seems to have the opposite effect on our family than it's intention. By the end of the stories, I am usually falling asleep, and the kids think it's hilarious and are no closer to sleeping than before the stories. I'm not really sure what the reason is for my heavy eyed fairy tales, but it never fails that I am on the edge of sleep by the end of the stories.
After three books tonight, once again I was close to napping, but was pulled from my gentle drift to dreamland by Eleanor asking if she could rub cream on my feet. OF COURSE! I don't even know how I could say no to that, even if I had some notion that it wouldn't be a good idea. So, Eleanor rubbed some cream on my feet, and although she hasn't really had any practice my feet enjoyed it immensely. It was especially cool that she wanted to do something kind for her dad without being asked.
I know that someday, sooner than I would like, I could beg, bribe and request all I want for her to rub my feet- and the only answer I will get is a benevolent shrug and eyeroll combination that says "dad, seriously?" before walking off to her room to listen to an ipod and talk on her cell phone to her friends about how lame her dad is.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
rock paper scissors
This morning, after the kids came in to our room to wake us up, the four of us were once again just hanging out in bed. After a few minutes of just being together, Vanessa started asking which one of us was going to drive Thomas to school. Eleanor has a pro-d day, so it was a big deal on who gets to stay home and relax and who has to get ready for their day nice and early.
Thus began yet another Rock Paper Scissors war. Blindly I began, which may or may not have annoyed She Who Must Lose, because apparently you need to have your eyes open to play the game. After a quick lead by She Who Must Lose, I abruptly turned up the intensity (only a little, cause really, I'm still half asleep and would like to keep it that way) and pulled out a win in the best of 3 series.
In all fairness, while Vanessa was taking Thomas to school, I did get a few things done around the house. Laundry that had been backing up for far too long was put away, and some ironing which seems a never ending task when you manage a restaurant and have to constantly take care of dress shirts. Even Eleanor got in on the action and did some dusting (which is her favorite).
The best part: Having freshly brewed coffee, from Tim Horton's, delivered by She Who Must Lose, while still just lazing around the house in my Pajama's.
Thus began yet another Rock Paper Scissors war. Blindly I began, which may or may not have annoyed She Who Must Lose, because apparently you need to have your eyes open to play the game. After a quick lead by She Who Must Lose, I abruptly turned up the intensity (only a little, cause really, I'm still half asleep and would like to keep it that way) and pulled out a win in the best of 3 series.
In all fairness, while Vanessa was taking Thomas to school, I did get a few things done around the house. Laundry that had been backing up for far too long was put away, and some ironing which seems a never ending task when you manage a restaurant and have to constantly take care of dress shirts. Even Eleanor got in on the action and did some dusting (which is her favorite).
The best part: Having freshly brewed coffee, from Tim Horton's, delivered by She Who Must Lose, while still just lazing around the house in my Pajama's.
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