Trying not to be a slacker, but some days it's hard not to be.
Went to Ikea yesterday...Disneyland for mommy, but most certainly not for daddy. One of the MANY times it's great to have girlfriends around because I'm that gal who has to look at E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. I am very giving, extremely  compulsive (especially when I'm sad), and I'm what they call "borderline hoarder!" The worst mix EVER when going to Ikea aka Disneyland. For some reason once July or August hit I'm thinking ahead. Birthdays, Christmas, etc. I'd like to think I'm on my "A" game, but some may just say I like to spend lol. In my defense I rarely get things for myself. (SIDE TRACKED much) Any who, I did find some great little trinkets. One of which was an extremely red shelf that was still marked down from a previous sale (which I didn't know ended). Lucky for me I noticed it rang up full price and the cashier was so kind to honor the sales price for me! yipeeeee! (Hands down my favorite pick).Seeing that we are currently renting I may need to slow my roll a bit and wait until we have a house of our own, again. Saying that makes me sad. Our house in Las Vegas was beautiful. Can't find a house that low here in British Columbia. Speaking of which...the houses we pass each and everyday look as though they have come straight out of a Disney story. A house pictured in "Lady and the Tramp" or "Peter Pan." Cute, eh? That's what these Canadians say instead of "ya" like us islanders do. =.) Millions of dollars later and you're broke. That's the price of living in one of the most beautiful countries in the world, right?
To my confusion and surprise Ayden was switched to what is called a "blended class." That's a class where two grades are put into one classroom. That's eh-hem different? Ayden is in a 2nd/3rd grade class. Which to me is a thumbs up since he's in the lower grade, but what if he was the one in 3rd grade? Would that hold him back? Education wise? After getting the deets about how this works from the vice principal, the pros to a "blended class." I felt much better. There is a lot of little things they do differently here. Seems strange to me, but I seem to be the only one who thinks so lol. Some things make perfect sense...some seem like too much work. Who am I to judge? I'm sure many things I do and say seem...well...strange? In addition to our talk about the curriculum I asked to be involved in the "pta-ish" program. Whatever shindig they have here. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing? What do I have to lose anyways? In Las Vegas a lot of other parents have their nose a little too high in the sky...if you know what I mean? I like to think I'm pretty easy to get along with, but than again, I could be wrong. Lets see!
It's another gloomy day. Now I can see why people get emotional when it rains. I guess I didn't appreciate Vegas sunshine like I should of, but dang it, I want to see some SNOW. Ask me in a few months when it comes.
One thumb up and one down to a semi eventful entry for those of you reading this blog. Sending hugs through the computer to my family and friends...Until next time. XOXO

I feel as though my first entry should be jaw dropping and mind numbingly amazing, but really...I got nothing lol.
Today was my sweetie's first day of 2nd grade and for a parent that is a HUGE mile stone. Of course today of all days it was pouring out and are moving truck is full of...yup, our closed toe shoes. Looking pretty cute and island chic our son arrives to school in his hip little outfit and havi-batman flip flops. What those other moms must have thought of me. In my defense it was still warm out...just a bit damp. I always tell my husband my son and I are the same person. Whose to say we aren't? I carried his little butt around in my belly for 9 whole months! At 7 years old you can adapt pretty fast, but it's still a scary thing. New country, new people, new school, new everything! I could tell from his face that he was nervous and scared. Who wouldn't be though!? I spotted a group of desks where 3 other little boys were sitting. 3 little boys who probably love Ironman and Superman as much as my little superhero does. I sat him down and told him we would be waiting for him when class was up. Mind you...class is only an hour the first day lol. I snuck away so he wouldn't see me cry, shoved my favorite Starbucks coffee in my face until 45 minutes went by. Walking back in to the school I see all the other moms chit chatting and I think to myself how I could bring some pretty nifty ideas to the  mommy PTA gang, but that will be a whole other blog entry in the future. I plant my butt right in front of his classroom door. In plain view of course because we all know that our kids won't stop looking until they see us. AND I was right. As soon as he saw me...up went his little arm in the air, waving at me and smiling the biggest smile he had. Gosh, how he melts my heart. 
I'll leave you all with this little entry and maybe I'll have more interesting things to write about tomorrow. Maybe a sword fight or how I came across 50 ninjas in an alley. Something of that sort. Signing off.