Time passes so quickly!

I've had so much on my plate lately that it has left little time for anything extra. And when I do have the extra time, sorry to say blog, by Mason gets it.

My baby turned 2.
Can you friggen believe it?! He's two already. Wasn't it just yesterday that I posted his birth announcement? He's growing up right before my eyes.

We had a birthday party for him on the 12th. Lots of people came out and we all had a blast! At one point the kids were all up dancing and soon some of the adults were too. I can't even begin to tell you how much fun we all had, but Mason especially. He got an outdoor playhouse, which is now occupying the living room until the nicer weather. Out with the dining room table, in with the "ding dong house" (it has a door bell so thus he calls it the ding dong house)! The things I don't do for this little monkey!

As you can see in both pictures, Lion (aka "yion" or "yi-yee") is still Mason's best bud. He comes with us everywhere! Thus the Safari theme party we had. I made his cake :) I wasn't too sure what or how I was going to do it, but I wanted to do one without using a cake pan. I was pretty proud of my effort.

A present? Not if you are Mason. This was a springboard for jumping off of. He was having so much fun jumping off of it and crawling all over it that it was almost a shame to open it!

So..that is a very brief update on what has been going on around here!
I'll be back soon...

Happy Birthday My Love

You have given me the best 2 years of my life. I'm so blessed to have you. I'm so thankful that you are my son. You brighten my day every day. I see things differently because I'm experiencing them again through your eyes. You are such a happy, bright little man. I'm so proud of you. I love you with all my heart little goofy. No words can even come close to describing how much I love you.
Happy Birthday Mason.

Thank you.

Sometimes a 6 year old knows best.

I've been testing the reading levels of my grade 1 and 2 students.
I had one little grade 1 girl with me and she was reading a story called "Wake up Father Bear!" The jist of the story is that the mother and baby bear are trying to wake up the father bear, but he won't budge. They finally manage to wake him up.
I know. Thrilling plot line.
Stick with me here.
The students have to answer some questions after and one of them for this particular story was "Why do you think Father bear was teasing mother and baby bear and staying in bed?"
My little gem of a student piped up right away, "Because that lazy bum doesn't want to get out of bed and make breakfast!"

Smart beyond her years I tell ya.

Tea for one...one for tea

Sometimes MOST times a hot tea will fix things. I'm simple like that.
No, not simple in that short bus, window licking kinda way.
I think that a hot cup of tea softens the mood, opens the heart and the mouth and things get accomplished.
A tea mends the heart.
It's my security blanket.
This time, I don't think tea is going to work it's magic. Maybe it's just not knowing what the hell happened. Maybe it's that part of me really doesn't give a damn. Maybe part of me is just so hurt.
I don't know.
So if tea offers comfort then what pray tell offers closure?

Last night Mr. Sass and I are driving into the city for a hot night out with some girlfriends of mine. We are listening to the radio and he's singing along to every song. He suddenly pipes up,

"You know, I don't feel old because they still play all these songs on the radio!"

"Honey, it's a way back play back hour....you old fart."

Lesson learned today: Mr. Sass is old. I AM not.

Change is in the air...

So I've changed things up around here.
What do you think?
I'm not 100% on the name change, but I'm at a loss. I guess all my creative juices have been sucked dry today (oo-er). I'll sleep on it and see how I feel in the morning. Any suggestions are appreciated.
Be honest. Be brutally honest.
I can handle it.

I have a problem...

Seriously.

Any of you who have been hanging around for the last few years know that I have a thing for panties and bras. I know now that it's a borderline addiction.

I cleaned out my drawer of panties and I promise you I'm not exaggerating in the least: I threw out 77 pairs of knickers. Thongs, boy cut, french cut, full backs, lacey, cotton, sequin (don't ask), frilly, fringy, velvet (again - don't ask)...all of them. I must have kept at least double that.

Then it was on to my bras. I'll admit that there aren't quite as many bras as panties, but the gap isn't that big. I tossed over 30 bras and then put a few of my favourites aside. I just can't part with them yet, even though some of them are nothing more then nipple covers.

I accomplished some more space in my drawer, but I can only imagine that it won't be long until I fill it again. The only difference is that my friend S turned me on (oo-er) to proper fitting bras from specialty shops. The girls are much happier since we went for a proper fitting and got some new bras (what can I say? They just aren't the same since having been suckled on, and they much prefer being up where they started as opposed to drooping down to my belly button). The downside is that my drawer will be hosting some quite pricey bras now, so perhaps there won't be quite as many...just more room for panties I guess....or socks. Socks aren't as sexy so I'm open to donations for my new bras...and I'll be happy to post pictures of my sexy new finds ;)

In the meantime, if you are rooting through my garbage looking for something to eat, you'll be sadly disappointed, unless your a knicker sniffer.

Heavy Heart

My heart is heavy.

It hurts to know that a friend is hurting and I can't be there to offer my help and my love. I just hope she knows I'm truly there in spirit with her and her family during this difficult time. My nana used to tell me, that the soul does not perish like the body, but like a flower that withers, the seed remains.

Dearest HippyChic,
No words can take away the pain you are in. There aren't enough hugs to make the hurt go away. Know that I am thinking of you and praying for you and your family. My deepest and most sincere condolences.
All my love.
Sass

A few pictures...

It's been awhile since I have posted pictures of Mason. Feast your eyes on this little turkey.
(See how I'm keeping with a Thanksgiving weekend themed entry?? I'm so bloody clever.)

Mason and I chilling out on the beach a couple weekends ago...now it's bloody cold. What happened?!

Mason riding the train at a local "ribfest"...and being silly.

After a haircut.

Again, this is after a haircut. They cut all my baby's hair off.

My big boy running around at the fall fair.

Mason and his daddy at the fair.

Happy Thanksgiving!

To my Canadian friends that is!

I'm thankful for so many things right now, but let's leave it at I'm thankful that one of my best friends still has her father. He had a sudden heart attack and surgery as a result but seems to be doing well.
So thankful, for so many things.

You won't be thankful for these though:

• Why do turkeys go "gobble, gobble"?
  Because they haven't learned good table manners.

• What do turkeys like to eat on Thanksgiving?
  Nothing, they're already stuffed.

• Why did the turkey eat his meal so quickly?
  Because he was a gobbler.

• How do you make a turkey float?
  Get two scoops of ice cream,
  add some rootbeer and a turkey.

Ha Ha Ha.

"Look Mom I can Read!!"

So teaching first grade has been different in terms of the children being just at the beginning of their reading career. I encourage them to read anything and see if they can recognize any of the words. They think it's great that I tell them to read cereal boxes, and milk cartons, comic books, and just about whatever comes across their path.

Well that bit me in the ass today.

We were walking to the house of worship (aka church...common people stop snickering. I teach at a Catholic school) for our year's first mass (I know I should be thankful for the simple miracle that I don't combust into flames each time I enter). We have to pass a mini plaza. There is a sign at one of the drive ways that says "ENTER".
Some brilliant soul with a marker wrote underneath "If you lick pussy". I noticed it and snickered.

And then it happened.

I heard one of my kids point out the sign. "That says ENTER"....pause..."If you like pus-y"
I couldn't even turn around. I was snickering uncontrollably. I just let it be. I don't think they realized what they had read.

So there you have it folks..out of the mouth of a first grader "Enter if you like pus-y"

My son blames me for his nipples...

It's true.
He likes to play with the medicine dropper in the bathtub. He pops the soft plastic "squeezer" part of and has one of us stick it to his tummy, his arm, his forehead, etc. Really quite amusing. One day I went for gold and stuck in over one of his nipples. He looked down, popped it off and started rubbing his nipples. Yes, it usually leave a little pink circle for a moment, but this time, I think it actually pulled his nipple a bit (bad mommy..but man was it funny). He was rubbing and he looked up at me with a "how could you" look that broke my heart (okay it didn't break my heart, but it made me quiet down my laughing a tad). Now every time he lifts his shirt he plays with his nipples and says "mommy".
Wow. That's wrong on more then one level isn't it?
I wonder how many more ways I'll warp my child?

Again...yippee..woot...woot...insert concern...

I'm going to be an aunt again! This time, it's my older brother and his fiance.
I'm not going to lie: it was a bit of a shock. They are planning a wedding and BOOM next I know it she's pregnant (the wedding is suppose to be 10-10-10). They called right away (I swear they just put down the stick and called everyone they knew) to share the news. Then a few days later she was scheduled for her first ultrasound and I get another call:
"Sass, call me back as soon as possible. I'm freaking out. I'm a bit further long then they thought."
Last time I talked to her they thought 3-4 weeks.
Ultrasound? 18 weeks.
18 fucking weeks. Brilliant. 4 and a half months along. At least she made it through her first trimester right?
I'm genuinely thrilled. I really am. I can't wait to be an aunt again. It's just hard not to be judgmental. I love my brother and his fiance, but he works odd jobs, she's on "disability" (soaking the system if you ask me). They live in a basement apartment (not idea for a baby!) and blah blah blah..I could go on.
But it won't change anything. The baby is coming. Sooner rather then later.
The biggest thing is that they are partiers. She smokes and drinks like a champ and when she's not drinking alcohol, she's drinking like 6 cans of pop a day. Not healthy. Now given that since she's found out she's pregnant, she's stopped drinking pop (and booze obviously) and cut smoking down, trying to quit and is eating really healthy. That's great. She is so excited to be a mom. I don't blame her. It's the best.
But what about the last 4 months? I was at the cottage with them and we had at least a drink every night. I'm so worried for my niece or nephew. I just hope everything is okay.
Please God, please let my darling niece or nephew be okay. I just want him/her to have the best possible life. It's not going to be easy at it is...so who needs added problems?
I'll do anything.
I'll even stop masturbating.
Now you know I'm serious ;)

I fell in love again today...

Sometimes you wonder if the love has faded in your relationship. Then your significant other says something that just proves how your love has grown and matured with time.

Today, Mr. Sass leaned over and said, "I want to stick my tongue deep in your birth canal"

And I complain he doesn't treat me like a real lady. Pffft.

I don't garden.

BUT if I did, I'd for sure grow these babies!!

These are real peppers. They are called Peter Peppers. If you ask me they should be called Peter Peckers. They can grow to be 18" long. WHOA BABY!! I'd like to see you eat it all in one shot.

This is one spicy hot pepper baby!

Jesus. H. Christ.
As Mackey said, it's a little dusty around here. Better pop in eh? I guess I respond to peer pressure too ;)
It's been quiet in Blogland eh? Or is it just me? I really need to change that.
Anyhoo....

Life.
It has been going on. Mason grows like a weed, talks up a storm, runs around like a little mad man, cracking me up everyday. School started on Tuesday and I didn't think it was possible to have my soul sucked from me that quickly. I kid. But wow. I have gone from grade 3, to a 2/3 and now a 1/2 class, but for all intense and purpose, it's a grade one class since I have only 4 grade 2's and 2 of them are on an alternative program so that they can be taught grade 1. I feel sorry for those other 2 kids. Fuck, I feel sorry for myself for having to plan and teach a whole grade 2 program for 2 kids. Oh well. Such is the life of a teacher these days. The grade one is a huge change for me. They are so little and I was SO not used to having to teach them about everything. A simple concept like recess and snack was like a big ordeal and don't even get me started on the whole concept of a desk, sitting at it and what we can put inside it. But man are they cute. I think I'm really going to love it! I was beyond exhausted yesterday night, but my loving husband brought home dinner to save me the trouble :)
Today I got a laugh from one of my little boys. I was greeting them at the door and he stopped and was pouting in front of me. He asked, "But where is Mrs. S...today?" (umm for the dumbasses out there..Mrs. S. would be ME). I realized that I must look pretty different. Yesterday I had my hair bone straight and my contacts in, today it was uber curly and I had my contacts in. I smiled and said, "M, it's me. I'm just wearing glasses today." He wasn't convinced so I took my glasses off and his face lit up and he said "ohhh!!! Hi Mrs. S!!" So fucking cute I could eat him. But I'd loose my job.
I also have one student who I'd like to throw through the wall. No, I'd like to throw his parents through the wall and then toss him and his shit head brother who my friend teaches through after them. They need to lay the smack down and control their kids. He's a pain in the ass. A pain in the ass with a speech impediment too. That makes it a little funny, because a lot of words sounds like "tit"...but really, I feel sorry for the kid, because it's really not ALL his fault that he's a pain in the arse. Oh yeah..and HE was the one last year who was pooing all over the boys bathroom and then smearing it on the walls. Brilliant. He's a poo-artist.
Maybe he thought he as Pablo Poo-casso.
Or that he'd Vincent Van-Gogh-and-then-smear-it-on-the-wall.

What else can I say?
Eat dolphin friendly tuna.

Dear Dad,
It's been 21 years today. 21 long years since you became an angel. My angel. It feels like forever, yet it doesn't feel like that long at all. I was just a kid, but oh how losing you hurt. It still hurts. I feel like I missed out on so much, but also that I was given so much in the 9 years I had you as my dad. We were a team. I knew how special I was to you, and I cherish all those special daddy-daughter times you spent with me. You always made me feel special. You taught me how to be a good parent by always taking the time. You always had time for us. You would have been an awesome papa to Mason, but I know he has a special guardian angel. I know one day we will meet again and I'll feel your strong arms around me and hear you call me "Dolly."
I miss you.
I miss you so much it hurts.
I think of you often and love you always.

You need me? You really need me?

Thatgirl, you are too much, but you inspired me to post none the less!
I've had this picture sitting in my files for a few months now. I came across these little gems in Dollarama (the best place on earth). I did a double take.
Yup.
I saw what I saw.



So I bought one. Okay...I may have bought a few and passed them out at work. Now, ask me where Baby Sass' little wash cloth hangs?
Ohhh it hangs on a rod of sorts....

I've been away at the cottage, but just wanted to say "Happy Anniversary" (6 years!) to Mr. Sass on July 19th. :) Love you babe.

I'm an Aunt!

She's here!
Actually she was born last Thursday, but better late then never!

My beautiful niece: Alison Amy

Mason loved her. I was actually shocked at how interested he is in her. He wants to kiss her and stroke her face. He comes over and just stared at her in such a loving way. He's such a sweetheart, that I'm not going to lie: it brought tears to my eyes.

Here he is: their first meeting. He was so gentle and wanting to kiss her. They are going to have so much fun growing up together.

Just when I need something to perk this place up...Sage shows me this on his blog:

Rules for Isabella Snow's July blog makeover contest! Entering is easy! Just copy and paste this (entire) blurb to your blog (make sure the links still work!) and then email Isabella a link to your blog post. The contest deadline is at midnight GMT July 31. One winner will be selected the following day by a drawing of names; the name will be posted here; and the winner will be emailed, as well. A new, totally original blog will be completed within two weeks of winning. One entry per blog. *Blogger.com customization only*, see the Blogbunnie Blog Design portfolio for layout options.

The ever sexy Autumn won once too! Hers looks excellent as well. Isabella really rocks so you should enter! Or if you don't wanna enter it her up and she will fix you up without the wait!!!


So I may try to do a few changes myself, but you all know that apparently this is one area that I am so fricken limited in...so why not enter and hope that my name is drawn?! Toss this bitch a bone! Have you seen her blog templates? Holy frig. Like Holy fuckity fuck fuck frig! Check them out.
Thanks to everyone who gave me suggestions...save links, change a colour or 2, more boobs...got it. All noted.
On that note, my offspring has decided that napping is for chumps so I am off. Behave.

Fuck - Maybe if I changed things up around this here blog, I'd feel better. It's been like this for years now. You know when you get sick of looking at something, even know you love being there? Then you change the furniture around, hang up a few pictures, maybe slap some paint up, and it's 100% new and exciting again? That's what I need around here.
Any suggestions?

School's Out!

Yippee!! Time to have a life!
More time for Mason.
Yup, even more time for Blogging!

I'm excited. Lots of great things have been happening in this little ol' world of mine. Great new friends, a new niece who is almost here (counting down the days!), and my brother is getting married! I'm so excited. I'm their official wedding planner (God help them..but they value my ideas and creativity...not to mention my stellar planning and organization skills). You may have to put up with endless pictures of my niece, and wedding plan ideas and input..but at least it's something right?

I'm just going to say that sometimes people come into your life for reasons and they impact you in some way, help you grow and learn who you are, etc etc etc (all the gobbly goop). Sometimes they stay and sometimes they leave. I firmly believe that if for some reason someone leaves your life in some manner, another person enters when you need them most, even if it's on a completely different level or relationship. It's hard to explain, but I feel connected to this "new" friend and we've been having a blast for the last 7 months...Mr. Sass and I are trying to convince her to be our wife (my first, his second..lol). Anyway, my guts have never hurt so much from laughing. I just wanted to give a good ol' shout out to her and say that I appreciate her friendship. Bring on the unicycle!

What would be a blog without a picture or two of my little man? Growing like a weed...

Pre-haircut. His hair wasn't as cool as his buddy Braeden's, but he's still a cutie!

At the park on the "weee" (the slide).

What can I say?
My heart hasn't been in it. Besides, how does one top "suck my jiz hole fag?"

School is almost out. 10 more teaching days and then I can be home all summer with my precious boy. I can't wait. July 9th I'll be an Auntie when my new niece is born. I'm looking forward to that. Going away to the cottage...lots of good things.

So yeah..just thought I'd actually post something. Didn't say it would be useful now did I?

ALTHOUGH..come to think of it, I saw the best license plate the other day (okay...like a month ago) and wished beyond anything that I had my camera, but alas I did not. I'm hoping that because I live in a small town, I'll see it again and have my camera.

It read: tih2200 (at least I think those were the letters/numbers) The point is I thought nothing of it until I was backing up and looked in my mirror and saw very clearly what looked like "OOSSHIT!"
Brilliant. Fucking brilliant.

Fun with Phonics returns....

Holy crap.
Time just flies by.
I'm awaiting the end of the school year here...27 more teaching days!! Woot woot!! Then it's the summer.
Right now we are awaiting the birth of one of my best friend's baby. Any day now. I can't wait to have another little baby to cuddle and spoil!

So yeah...here's another attempt at our fridge phonics...hehe

No disrespect meant.

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day to all the mommies out there :)

My little man slept in this morning, which was a nice little surprise! However, by 9:00, I was laughing to myself. I had Baby Sass on my hip, the laundry in full swing, and was vacuuming up a storm as Mr. Sass slept. Brilliant eh? Meh..just another day in the Sass household. I didn't mind at all. I've gotten spoiled already and I love my "job" as mommy around here. I wish I could have at least 3 more running around.
I hope all you mommy bloggers out there have a wonderful day. I'm off to read outside!

Baby Sass all spiffed up!
Being a mom is the best isn't it?!?!

Blame the Government

That's my new line around here. That and "fucking government".
Why you ask?
I owe. A lot.
It seems that while I was on maternity leave last year some douche in the EI office didn't take enough taxes off and so now I have to pay them back. Don't get me wrong though. I know how lucky I am to have 1 year of paid mat leave. BUT what I earned had us living below the poverty line and had us dipping in to our savings quite often, to make ends meet. Combine that with Mr. Sass' rough go at work and we are thankful that we came out and are on the up and up. It wasn't MY mistake. Why doesn't this chimp pay for his/her mistake?
We had plans. Now I have payment plans.
We wanted to get a new shed for all Baby Sass' outdoor toys and our patio furniture. That has to wait. "why honey?" Blame the government.
Dog needs a "dog run"...can't afford it now. Blame the government.
Was going to go to Ireland. Fucking Government.
We need to think about getting another newer car. Now this one will have to last a little longer and we pray it holds up. Why? Fucking government.
I was going to save a whole shitload of money by not paying for childcare this summer. Now it all has to go to the government. Fucking Government.

Everything that goes wrong is now the government's fault. It may be juvenile, but it makes me feel better to cuss them out regularly. So join me: FUCKING GOVERNMENT.

I needed some change...

So I bit the bullet.
I cut it all off.
No big deal.
It's only hair.
But I really liked my long hair.
The thing is, it's always been the same. So with a little convincing, I chopped it off. I don't know what it is though: I equate long hair with sexiness. I feel like a kid with short hair. Yet, I love shorter hair on other women, and think they look sexy, just not me. I feel like I'm 12. I won't deny that it's much, much easier now, especially since my hair is naturally very curly. Anyhoo, you be the judge:


You can't really tell in the picture but it's more of a graduated bob. Now I need to get my son a haircut!!

If this isn't foul...I don't know what is

Dude.
Sick, foul, nasty, insane...I don't know what the hell you want to call this, but it's just plain ol' DISGUSTING.

I had Baby Sass running around nude this evening because he has a pretty nasty diaper rash and I wanted him to air out. Sure, he's peed on a few things (stairs, my nightstand, the carpet...) but all is good. He loves being nude. The other day he actually let out a huge fart and when we looked down, he had left a good ol' pile of crap on the tile (thank god it was the tile!). Anyhoo...

He's nudin' around this evening, and I'm snapping a picture or two (his bum is beyond cute!) and I come around the table and notice there is a loaf on the floor. A loaf and a half to be exact. He crapped on the floor (again, thank god it was the tile). That isn't the nasty part though.
You know what is?!
The dog came by and ate the fucking turd.
Oh yes he did. He gobbled up that piece and a half of shit like we never feed the poor buggar and then licked the floor clean after.
Fuck me!
Really?! Yes. This is my reality. My dog ate my son's shit.
What is a girl to do?
....well I told Cooper to go give Mr. Sass a big ol' kiss when he came in from work for one thing...
That's a start.

If your stomach is turning like mine was, then here's a little picture to put a smile on your face:



P.S. You see the dog's snout in the bottom right corner? He's still licking his chops from his fecal feast.....I guess those of you who saw this post before I cropped it can attest to it being there. Thatgirl is right..too many perverts out there ;)

Sugar and Spice and All Things Nice

It's a girl!!!

I'm going to be an auntie in July and it's a girl!!
Alison Amy (or "Alisyn"...spelling to be determined later!).

I can't wait to meet her and hold her and sniff that new baby smell again!
Woot woot!!

It's not so bad...

Thank you to everyone for coming by to wish me a happy 30th birthday. It was so nice to keep getting messages from you wishing me well!!
Thanks for the birthday shout-outs from Mackey and Sage. I quite like the "29 and tax" and the "second anniversary of 29"...not to mention my spanks and big squishy boobie hugs!!

I've been partying it up quite hard. In fact I have woke up in different homes a couple nights, a ditch one night and fucked if I can remember what the hell happened. I haven't been to work in days and am nursing one hell of a hangover.

Right.

Truth? I've been passed out on the couch every night by 9. HA! Living the high life eh? It's been crazy busy at work. I've got a new partner in crime there and man..I though I was wacked?!?! I think I'm in love. Mr. Sass and I are trying to convince her to be our second wife (well my first wife, his second). I have even more of a blast at school...
Anyhoo..thanks for the well wishes.

Oh..did you know that a swan is the only bird with a penis??? Neither did I! I am kind of wondering how the unfortunate ones mate though.

PSSST!!!!!!!!

Only 3 more sleeps until I turn the big 3-0.
*gulp*

hehehehehe

P-A-R-T-Y!!!

Last night Mr. Sass and I were watching a documentary on whales. I know, I know, we live a wild life folks. Not everyone can be just like us. You'll have to be content with being jealous.
Anyhoo...they were talking about the songs of humpback whales. Out of nowhere he starts talking "whale" to me (think Dory in Finding Nemo). It cracked me up. Thus started a whole evening of talking whale. Do you know how long it takes to say "will you make some tea?". Jesus H. Christ I think one simple conversation lasted 2 hours. Dedication or insanity?
Like I said, wild life people. Wild life.

P.S. For anyone interested, they didn't show any large whale pene, which is why I was really watching....

Friday.
Hmmm.....
Time for a change I think.

P.S. Where is my last post? There is a cookie thief out there!

Sad

My grandfather passed away this morning at about 5 am. Mom called this morning to let me know. I'm so sad, but at least I got a chance to see him before he passed, and tell him I love him. There is comfort in that.
My heart aches and it's been a week from hell. My computer is fucked up so I'm MIA for a bit. Just wanted to let you know that I appreciate all the prayers and emails and such.

Rest in Peace Grandfather.

Sometimes we just don't need the details....

One of the students in the other class was heard saying the following at lunch today:

"I saw my mommy laying on her back and my daddy was on top of her. He was doing push-ups. My mommy kept saying 'oh mamasita!' I took a picture."

I really hope you didn't kid. But if you did....I think it would make great show and tell.

One of my students (grade 2) asked me, "do you want to know a secret?"
I hate questions like that..but of course I said "sure"

"I'm wearing a bra today (she grabs her not-even-close-to-being-developed chest) and it itches like mad!!"

That's the price of being a woman my friend.

Grand Pappy Update

We went to see my grandfather on the weekend. Thank you for all your kind words, happy thoughts and prayers. He is doing a little better, but not entirely well. He was at least sitting up when we came in, but really wanted to be in bed. He hadn't eaten lunch nor dinner. He's really loosing weight (that he doesn't have to loose) these days. Skin and bones. He smiled at Mason and remembered Mr. Sass but wasn't interested in talking. He kept muttering "what am I suppose to do?" I'm not really sure what that was about. Then he told me I needed to take Mason for a walk...which we decided it meant all three of us, so he could talk to my mom alone. He won't complain or be nasty in front of us. Not that he was nasty to my mom, but he was irritated for sure. He was also very confused. He asked my mom if she had seen Ted Kennedy lately and what he was wearing. When we were leaving I gave him a kiss and he said "Happy New Year!". It's hard not to giggle, but at the same time, it breaks my heart. We just go along with what he says. All the research says to do that :)
So that is where we are right now.
Thanks again.

I know I haven't been around a lot lately, and I really have no good excuse. Yet, here I am, and I'm going to ask you for something...if anyone is still around that is.
My grandfather is not well at all. He has pneumonia. He's on oxygen. The family has been called and although the nurses and doctors say he's not dieing, his sisters think he is. He is unable to get up and walk around, and is breathing very shallow. He keeps mumbling that he wants to go home. He has someone with him 24/7 whether it be a nurse of family, so he's not alone, but I am just sick to my stomach. I hate this. I really hope my great aunts are wrong.
Mason and I are going tomorrow afternoon to see him and bring him Mason's latest pictures.
Prayers please?

A sea of snot...

It's almost pointless to post I think. I don't really have anything great to say. Maybe it's because work has been busy, Mr. Sass is working his ass off and that leaves me with extra housework and less time to do things that I enjoy. We all do what we can and I love that he's willing to do anything for his family (no, he's not stripping). Mason is growing so quickly and learning so many new things it's remarkable. He's talking more and more and does the sweetest little things. I'm going to put this out on the table now though: I want another. Realllly badly. If you know our story, then I ask for your prayers or positive thoughts, heck..even a little baby dust. That said, we are also starting the journey to adopt. We're just at the educating ourselves about the whole process part and taking baby steps...but you have to start somewhere. I know it will be a slow and long process, but heck we can still try in the mean time right? We just love Mason so much and really want to give him a brother or sister :)
We've also been battling colds. Mr. Sass and Mason being the hardest hit. I swear Mason handles it better than Mr. Sass though. Just when the damn cold seems to be letting up and the sea of snot is drying up, it hits again, this time with a cough to boot. Heaven help me.
So that's it. I really must try to post more. I've been trying to catch up and follow along...if I havn't been by, then I will be soon.
Hugs and kisses to all the pink parts...

Fun with Phonics Part 2

Things have been a little hectic around here. With business a little slow (that's a complete understatement) for Mr. Sass, he's had to go out and get a second job so that we can continue to make ends meet. I stress large about money. I can't help it.
With Mr. Sass gone a lot of the time, it leaves me to take care of everything around the house and spend as much time with Mason as possible. Sadly, that doesn't leave a lot of time for the computer or anything else for that matter.
That said, we continue to leave little messages for each other with the fridge phonics. The other morning I came in to the kitchen to see this:

I don't even want to know....

6th Picture

Ms. Mackey tagged me.

Here are the rules:

6th Picture Meme!

1.Go to your Picture Folder on your computer or wherever you store your pictures.

2.Go to the 6th Folder, then pick the 6th picture in that folder.

3.Post that picture on your blog and the story that goes along with the picture.

4.Tag 6 other peoples that you know or don’t know to do the same thing and leave a comment on their blog or an e-mail letting them know you chose them.

This picture was taken at the end of August in the Calgary airport. We were moving on to BC to spent some time with Mr. Sass' family. We were in Alberta visiting my brother and sister in law. I also got to meet Mackey! It was such an awesome trip, but I'm still kicking myself for not spending more time there. I really loved AB. A LOT. Maybe a little too much! Anyway, I do love this picture because it has my two men in it. My two favourite men. My husband, who clearly loves his boy and is so in awe of him. It's written all over his face. He loves being a daddy and is one hell of a daddy! He'd do anything for Mason. He beams whenever he sees him. Mason beams at the sight of his daddy! Mason was exhausted and teething, but was in great spirits as usual. He was charming the people in the airport. I look at this picture and it feels like yesterday that it was taken. He's grown so much!

So...as for tagging, I will tag the first 6 people who want to play. Mainly because I'm too lazy to name people and go and tell them. Forgive me!

Do I let the day go by without mentioning something? Probably not.
It's a monumental day for our friends south of us. Monumental for people around the world to witness. We had the tv on all day for the older classes to watch the Presidential inauguration. My grade 2's are really too young, but I brought them down to see the actual swearing in of President Obama. It was pretty amazing. I had chills at some points in his speech. It's uplifting to see people so motivated and eager to be involved. It's uplifting to think that perhaps this is the man that can ispire change. Change that will impact all of us.
I'm not naive though. I'm worried people are too carried away at the "Romanticism" of this election and all the hoopla. Do they really understand politics? I'm no expert but I do understand one thing. Change takes time. I think President Obama WILL make amazing changes, but I think we'll see many of these changes in a second term in office. I think some people misunderstand process and think that it can happen "overnight" and that because the "President says so," it will happen. Sadly, there are committees and sub-committees to deal with....
You know, maybe I'll stop rambling. Enjoy the moment. I'm proud of President Obama, I'm optimistic even, however I don't want to get carried away in the romanticism of it all.

Fun with Fridge Phonics...

Mason got some fridge phonics for his birthday. I'll spare you the details of how it works, because the point is we've found a new way to have fun with it.

You only get one of each letter, so we've taken to finding new "messages" to leave one another (Mr. Sass and I that is...the phonics is good, but Mason isn't up to writing yet!). I'm totally loosing. This is something I should be good at, but I'm sucking large.

The other day, I come home to this:

I need suggestions people. Help a girl out would ya?

Gotcha in the tenders!

So I'm really back into the swing of things at work. I guess it's real now. Before Christmas, it was all fun and games and art and all that jazz...now it's real work and I'm facing reality. This working is for chumps! Mason continues to do great at his daycare and I'm coping well. I'm SO exhausted by the time the evening comes around though. Bleh.

However, Now that I'm back, I'm loving all the things kids say!
Here are a few gems from this week:

1. "Bobby hit me in my tenders!" This is a first. I've never heard nuts called "tenders" It has since spread like wildfire amongst staff.

2.Taunting another kid: "Simon-Semon, Simon Semon!"..."Hey I know what Semen is!....Something you eat!" Yeah kid. You go ahead and eat it then.

3. We were having the grade 2's make their first reconciliation and each child was waiting their turn. One precious angel pipes up, loud enough to echo around the church and reach the ears of this poor kids parents: "WOW! Jeffery must have a lot of sins, he's been in there for a LONG time!"

4. One student (who lucky for me sits close to my desk...) apparently had gas. EVERY time he farted, he'd pipe up "Ooops! I farted!"...he must have farted at least 30 times. Thanks for the memo kid. Go take a shit.

Gotta love kids.

Last Night....

And I wasn't even drinking. Not one sip.

I swear.

I'm waiting for the men with the white jackets to come and get me. While I wait, I wanted to wish everyone a very happy, healthy and prosperous 2009.