Mortimer's Mom

Sucks to be Me!

I love Avenue Q. When I saw it in New York in February, it totally spoke to me. Everybody IS a little bit racist. And sometimes, no matter what it may seem like on the outside, it does suck to be me. Today is one of those days.

Don't get me wrong, I have a *charmed* life. We own a beautiful house, we are the parents of a fabulous Dumpling, and not having regular jobs is GREAT!  But there are some days when being your own boss just SUCKS, and today is one of those days....

Balancing full time motherhood with part time work is very hard. I end up procrastinating with things I don't like to do, which makes my list of things to do grown longer and longer everyday. Some days, I just end up doing nothing because I just don't know where to start, so it becomes easier not to start at all.

A few months back, we decided to launch the on-line side of the store. The idea was to increase sales and revenue with minimal effort. Except of course for the minimal effort part. I did have the site done by someone else, but listing all the products, translating all the listings to French, taking pics, nobody else can do that for me. And it sucks. I need to get my butt in gear and do it, but I just get so overwhelmed by the size of the task, I end up doing very little.

But if I want this to succeed, I need to act. So last night, after a big heart-to-heart with my husband/business partner, I light a fire under my own ass. This morning I gathered all our personal tax documents, I prepared our adoption file to be deposited at the social services office and I did some Internet research on something we had discussed. And just now, after a short Internet surfing break, I just downloaded 58 product pictures, which I now need to transform into the right size an format, write a product description for, translate into French and upload to our site..... Well, at least the pics are in my computer now.... let's see how much I do manage to get done.

But today, it sucks to be me.

Sucks to be Me!

I love Avenue Q. When I saw it in New York in February, it totally spoke to me. Everybody IS a little bit racist. And sometimes, no matter what it may seem like on the outside, it does suck to be me. Today is one of those days.

Don't get me wrong, I have a *charmed* life. We own a beautiful house, we are the parents of a fabulous Dumpling, and not having regular jobs is GREAT!  But there are some days when being your own boss just SUCKS, and today is one of those days....

Balancing full time motherhood with part time work is very hard. I end up procrastinating with things I don't like to do, which makes my list of things to do grown longer and longer everyday. Some days, I just end up doing nothing because I just don't know where to start, so it becomes easier not to start at all.

A few months back, we decided to launch the on-line side of the store. The idea was to increase sales and revenue with minimal effort. Except of course for the minimal effort part. I did have the site done by someone else, but listing all the products, translating all the listings to French, taking pics, nobody else can do that for me. And it sucks. I need to get my butt in gear and do it, but I just get so overwhelmed by the size of the task, I end up doing very little.

But if I want this to succeed, I need to act. So last night, after a big heart-to-heart with my husband/business partner, I light a fire under my own ass. This morning I gathered all our personal tax documents, I prepared our adoption file to be deposited at the social services office and I did some Internet research on something we had discussed. And just now, after a short Internet surfing break, I just downloaded 58 product pictures, which I now need to transform into the right size an format, write a product description for, translate into French and upload to our site..... Well, at least the pics are in my computer now.... let's see how much I do manage to get done.

But today, it sucks to be me.

Sucks to be Me!

I love Avenue Q. When I saw it in New York in February, it totally spoke to me. Everybody IS a little bit racist. And sometimes, no matter what it may seem like on the outside, it does suck to be me. Today is one of those days.

Don't get me wrong, I have a *charmed* life. We own a beautiful house, we are the parents of a fabulous Dumpling, and not having regular jobs is GREAT!  But there are some days when being your own boss just SUCKS, and today is one of those days....

Balancing full time motherhood with part time work is very hard. I end up procrastinating with things I don't like to do, which makes my list of things to do grown longer and longer everyday. Some days, I just end up doing nothing because I just don't know where to start, so it becomes easier not to start at all.

A few months back, we decided to launch the on-line side of the store. The idea was to increase sales and revenue with minimal effort. Except of course for the minimal effort part. I did have the site done by someone else, but listing all the products, translating all the listings to French, taking pics, nobody else can do that for me. And it sucks. I need to get my butt in gear and do it, but I just get so overwhelmed by the size of the task, I end up doing very little.

But if I want this to succeed, I need to act. So last night, after a big heart-to-heart with my husband/business partner, I light a fire under my own ass. This morning I gathered all our personal tax documents, I prepared our adoption file to be deposited at the social services office and I did some Internet research on something we had discussed. And just now, after a short Internet surfing break, I just downloaded 58 product pictures, which I now need to transform into the right size an format, write a product description for, translate into French and upload to our site..... Well, at least the pics are in my computer now.... let's see how much I do manage to get done.

But today, it sucks to be me.

Mortimer's mom gets the blues

Dumpling party came and went. comments and photos to follow later, must first find camera to transfer pics....

have you ever seen a movie preview that looked SOOOO promiseing, only to be disapointed by the movie? Of course you have. But it doesn't usually happen with foreign movies. usually, a trailer for a foreign movie is just enough to give you a taste, and then, you relly enjoy the movie. So when we saw Hotel Rwanda a while back and saw the trailer for Shultze Gets the Blues, I made my husband promise that we would take the time to go see this movie.

It had a ton of elements I was bound to love: a retired salt-mine worker (my year in Austria was spent living in a salt-mine town, where everyone was connected to the mine somehow) accidentally falls in love with Zydeco music and travels to Louisiana to find his musical roots. As a French Canadian, I was going to feel connected to the french-louisiana aspect, and the fish out of water theme is one of my all time favorites.

I was going to go to a chick movie this afternoon by myself as a treat follwing the birthday party, but when I noiticed that the German movie was ending tomorrow, we packed up Dumpling and dropped her off at my parents so hubby and I could go to a movie this afternoon. Enter disapointment. Now, don't get me wrong, it's an intersting movie, filled with wind-mill symbolism and lots of digs at small town life in rural Germany, but all in all, it was disappointing. Too slow, not enough music, just blah....

The Dumpling's Day Out

Dumpling's REAL birthday party is comping up on Sunday. The *theme* (shoot me now, I'm having a theme....) is Fake Picnic.  I'm a big fan of the Surreal Gourmet, so I'm making a Shamburger Cake, Mini Hotdogs, pound cake French Fries.... you get it.... All this needed to be mostely prepared today so I can just touch things up on Sunday morning (I'm back on the Shabbat wagon, so no baking tomorrow)

My fabulous friend D., she of the previous post fame, offered to watch Dumpling this morning while I got all my stuff done. But since today was Purim and her equally fabulous husband had the day off, they went way overboard and decided to take Dumpling the the butterfly exhibit at the Botanical Gardens. The Dumpling has never gone anywhere without us or my parents, but D. is a child psychologist and sees Dumpling at least once a week druing our scrapbooking dates, so I knew if anyone was going to take Dumpling anywhere, she was the person to do it.

So early this morning, they picked up a very happy and excited Dumpling, grabbed all the baby trappings (stroller, diaper bag, car seat) and headed out on their adventure. While I had the best hopes, I was fully prepared for an early return with a crying child. Except, it went very well. They had a blast, she had a blast (especially drinking from a water fountain), and were gone long enough for me to do all the baking AND start setting up the table and decorations. And take a shower! And since they got back just before my nursing apointment for my finger, they even stayed over an extra half-hour so I could run to the clinic without waking up a napping Dumpling (she fell asleep on the way home).

Now, how fabulous are these people? They WILLINGLY took a two year-old for a half day, OUTSIDE the house..... And, Dumpling loved it! all afternoon, she kept looking at the pictures on the computer and saying their names over and over.

And they took fabulous pictures to boot! I LOVE these people!

a good friend is hard to find

not so long ago, Amber posted about her laziness regarding friendships and I totally understood her. I too, fall in the not pro-active category when it comes to keeping in touch. I've always been a little lax in that department, but with the Dumpling's arrival, I became a downright bad friend.

But last year, I was on a quest. A quest to widen my circle of friends. So I joined the cookbook committee (the book is ready by the way, I can sell you a copy!) and lo and behold, I made a friend! At first, we just met to discuss soups. Then we started having Shabbat dinners together, and lately, we've been scrap-booking (shut up! don't laugh!). She comes over once or twice a week, we lock ourselves in the craft-cave, put on reality TV in the background and scrap to our hearts content while dishing the dirt.

She's an amazing person and I really love hanging out with her. So of course, she'll be moving away this summer, back to her hometown down the 401. Obviously, we'll keep in touch (thankfully for me, she's the kind of person who'll get on my case if she doesn't hear from me), but how much does it suck that I finally find someone who likes to come over in her pajamas, drink tea and watch bad TV, and she has to move away.....

You know who you are, I know you might be reading this, thanks. for being my friend. and for not complaining about the mess in that room!!!!

PS: how much do I love typepad?!?!? With the built in links and photos and SPELL CHECK! Holy mother of all things easy! Why was I wasting my time at the other place???

Dumpling B-Day in Review

Before I get to the b-day, let me remind you that we went to Toronto for the weekend and had a great time, stories and pictures to follow when typing is easier....

Now, for the birthday.... this was only a small dinner for my parents and brother, with the big party coming next Sunday, when all cousins are available to celebrate.

As mentioned, part of my finger was chopped off during the kitchen assembly. I went to the clinic this morning and came home looking like this:

Turns out, I should have gotten stitches, but since I wanted to finish assembling the play-kitchen and make dinner, I waited til this morning to get medical attention. Should all work out, must get dressing changed in a dew days.

Meanwhile, in case you didn't know, she turned Doo, her Fren-glish attempt at combining Deux and Two!

And to mark the occasion, mommy attempted to make the M.S.Kids Monkey cake.... and a pretty party hat!

Welcome to my new home!

I've been toying with the idea of moving for a while, but the last few days at Diaryland have done me in, so here I am.....

It will take a while to get set up and make it pretty, but in the mean time, I'm here.