The Twofer

12 12 2011

I know what the heck is a Twofer? You know two for. Two things for the price of one. When you listen to people talk it ends up sounding more like twofer.

I’ve spent hours and hours looking at vending machines. Offices, hospitals and even the lunchroom at work. I am a tad of an expert at being able to predict what will get stuck and am
able to pick out which choices have a higher chance of dropping two items.

Well yesterday when I went for lunch the vending machine caught my eye. There was a Snickers bar teetering in the machine and even from across the room I could tell it was a twofer.

I sat down beside my sister who I never get to work with and whispered my plan as to not give it away to the other employees having lunch. I opened my wallet and pulled out a $1.35 and walked over to the machine.

It wasn’t giving up the candy without a fight because it kept rejecting my loonie and asked me for exact change. I became even more determined now to get two items.

Years of experience told me that if you put a loonie in a machine then pressed the change button it almost always gives you quarters back. So I slid over to the pop machine and did that. Low and behold the machine gave me quarters! I collected my change to discover the machine only gave me 3 quarters back. It was on to me – well played pop machine. I’ll consider that a service fee.

So that left me scrambling to dig up another 25 cents which with the help
of Robin we did. Another employee was on to what we were doing and we began discussing how it could be a gamble and both chocolate bars could get stuck.

I had gotten this far – I was willing to gamble my $1.35.

I walked over to the vending machine and put in my exact change.

I pressed D7 – hitting the 7 button a little harder because it doesn’t always work on the machine.

The coil started spinning, one Snickers fell and as I watched the second Snickers fell too.

I collected my items and sat down beside Robin gladly handing over my second bar.

Victory never tasted so good.





The Horror of Christmas

11 12 2011

Maybe it was the fact that Adam had a cold, had not napped and had to wait for an hour for Santa to come back from lunch which was clearly not marked on the shopping mall website.

Perhaps Christmas is just plain old scary for him, however his first trip to see Santa ended up being a little something like this:

The fact that I had to pay for this picture and that the white balance is off to the point that it could take me a few hours to edit it to make it right is the real horror of Christmas.





In Search of Christmas Spirit

10 12 2011

In a previous post Christmas Spirit or Lack Thereof, I went into the rantings of not having Christmas Spirit. I started by popping in The Grinch Who Stole Christmas and I had to turn if off halfway though. I couldn’t handle the optimistic outlook about Christmas. The memo about the real meaning of Christmas is always lost to the masses.

The following day I put in Love Actually, which has a bit of a stronger message that gets lost that love actually is all around. In the few days to follow instead of turning on the TV while Adam and I were playing I turned on Christmas and Holiday music and with my Christmas shopping done I was feeling a little less stressed.

Friday morning I decided to put up the tree so we could decorate it as a family that night. I pulled the box up from the basement, cut the tape and waited to see what Adam did.

OH NO! I’m sure that is what many of us feel at the moment. Christmas is coming, it’s funny that Adam has picked up on those feelings, but I don’t want him to hate Christmas.

As I put up the tree Adam kept touching it and hated how it felt. When I pulled out the lights though he was more than happy to help.

“Don’t worry Mom – I’ll find the burnt out one.”

Surprisingly enough he left the tree alone for the whole afternoon. He really didn’t have any interest in it. When we pulled out the tote of decorations though he was very excited. I couldn’t let him go to town because there are some very valuable and very old decorations in there. I pulled out the child friendly ones and with Gramma and Daddy’s help we decorated the tree. Well really it was mostly Gramma.

I purchased special ornamental balls that are plastic. They aren’t shatter proof, they are 100% plastic. They bounce when they hit the hardwood floors so if Adam or the cats knock them off the tree and decide to play with them.

“Um – this spot here needs some more decorations.”

So the tree is up and it’s not as pretty as other years because I usually have it decked out in glass stuff however it is more special this year. Adam loves pulling off the decorations and examining them or bouncing the balls across the room.

I’m slowly finding the Christmas Spirit, there is that small bubbly feeling in my belly. I’m really excited to see Adam on Christmas day opening his gifts and emptying his stocking.





Supermom Verses the Feelings of Guilt

9 12 2011

Lately the biggest fight that Supermom has encountered has been the fight with guilt.

So far guilt always seems to win and I need to personally get over that.

Today I called in sick to work and I felt so horrible over it. I am actually sick. Monday night I came down with what I thought was strep throat. Adam had been sick all weekend and a combination of working, not sleeping and not eating properly had finally taken me down.

First I felt guilty about asking Brian to take a half day so I could go to the doctor’s office and possibly get some rest. I ended up passing out while trying to write a blog. I was exhausted, and luckily Adam slept through the night. The following day I felt like a Mack truck hit me, however I dragged my butt into work anyways. This was probably a bad idea because the next day I felt just as bad. Of course that night I forced myself into work again and this morning immediately regretted it.

For the first half of the day I spent the time laying on the couch, watching Adam play happily while I tried to decide what to do. I could drag my butt into work tonight however that would almost guarantee a sick call on Saturday with a close tonight until 10:30pm then returning at 8am. Then I pondered the pros and cons. If I called in sick tonight, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. Tomorrow I know for a fact that there is not a single soul who would be able to cover my shift for me and that would have put the place in a tight spot.

So I opted to call in sick tonight so I can work my shift tomorrow. The manager I spoke to was more than understanding. I was sounding like death anyways. However I still felt guilty about doing it.

Honestly I’m not the center of the world there. I can be replaced and I shouldn’t feel guilty about taking care of myself. Many people call in sick all the time. So why can’t I? When I go in tomorrow I’m hoping to be back to 80-90% which is better than what I could have given them tonight.

I don’t know why I continue to hold myself to such a high standard when those around me don’t.

Why can’t I just not care like so many other people around me?

Maybe it’s because someone has to care.

There are many other issues of guilt I have however those can wait for a different blog.

With the help of some powerful cold medicine, maybe for a little bit tonight I’ll stop caring and focus on getting better.





(Snotty) Wordless Wednesday

7 12 2011

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