It Takes a real Man...So he says

  OK I had to Blog this there was no way around it. I couldn't keep it to myself without sitting in the corner and giggling and every time I see the Carny I'd laugh out loud. I call him the Carny because the kids met him at a carnival and something about living with them, I don't know, I try to tune them out sometimes.

  So the other night I'm helping Choo make dinner we have teenagers all over the house inside, outside, and in Choo's kitchen there is Choo, Bean, the Carny, Shay and myself and Bean steps up ( we have a very open household ) and says mom did you get me tampons?

Uh Oh...

Mom (that's me): Oh crap I forgot!
Bean: Well can you go now?
Mom:  I don't wanna go now! I'm making dinner ask dad.

Choo behind me making washing dishes: I'm not going... I don't get those.
Mom: Ya... I know...
Bean: but mom I need them.
Mom: I'll give you money and you go get them.

Bean shakes her head emphatically: I'll get Al to go! ( Bean's boyfriend who's at home probably sleeping because he's borderline narcoleptic in my opinion )

Mom: You are not dragging him out here to go get you tampons!

As the bickering goes on back and forth for about a minute, Choo from the sink quietly says: It takes a real man to get tampons.

As I open my mouth to argue this point since he won't get ME tampons, now he's backtracking trying to stay out of trouble.

The Carny out of the corner puts his hand up: I'll go!

The silence is deafening as we all stare blankly at him and since we've only met this kid a couple of times...this seems really, really strange.

After I snapped out of my daze,

Mom: Choo give him money, Bean go get the box so he knows what to get you.
Choo: (snickering by the sink) Do you think he'll really get them?
Mom: Better him than us.

Bean comes back with the box,the Carny folds it to put in his back pocket.

Mom: Are you sure you want to do this?
Carny: Yup It's no big deal!
Mom: OK go to the drugstore they're cheaper there.

After the initial shock wore off when he left we couldn't believe this kid took off to get my daughter tampons...who knew!

He came back proud of himself and you know what I guess that makes him a real man.

Walking Dead or Dead Walking?

    After a fun filled Sunday of watching the marathon of the Walking Dead to get ready for the premier I found out that my youngest daughter knows absolutely NOTHING about surviving a Zombie Apocalypse! How is this possible? I know it sounds stupid but yes I have a Zombie phobia. Is there a name for that?

    The Zombie walk in Vancouver every summer? I stay home that day. Someone would get hurt if I walked on the skytrain or up Granville and it was loaded with zombie loving, fake rotting flesh, costume wearing people. I heard about the people that were filming Resident Evil 4 in Ontario ( I think it was there) the platform they were standing on fell, 16 or so people got injured and the paramedics couldn't sort out the injuries. Well that's really convincing make-up.

   Now B ( my youngest ) knows this and has paid no attention whatsoever to my fear of the undead.

   Zombies creep me out!

   I don't care if they are possible or not, they creep me right the out, yet I have to watch every Zombie movie, TV show or anything associated with them. So you'd think that she'd get it but... she really doesn't.

   My oldest Sese and I have gone to great lengths discussing the possible rate of survival if this was to happen. Even her father has had the 'what if' conversation with us, you know the escape routes, possible weapons etc. and as much as I know and have watched documentaries on infectious diseases and their rate of infecting subject A or subject B, ( why I do this to myself I have no idea ) that things wouldn't happen as quickly as portrayed in the movies. So what it will happen slower? What happens in my head is that someone somewhere could be messing with that same exact thing thinking 'hey maybe we really could reanimate the brain, so just for shits and giggles let's try!'

 WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!

I know! Just to freak us out or me the obvious target of the insanity!

   B asked me if she was a zombie if I'd kill her and I said " yes, yes I would! " With no hesitation. she said but don't you love me and I replied " yes I do that's why I'd shoot you " Now before some people I know get all hysterical about me shooting my daughter remember that for this she's a Zombie who is more than likely going to try and eat me.

I'm going to have to educate her and T some more because if I turned into a Zombie I'd sure as hell hope they shoots me...Sese will she's trained.

That was just a little something for Halloween, you know what's worse that Zombies?... Zombie Clowns them and their stupid shoes.

S