And so it begins....

Our 1st preseason Oiler game is tonight.

We have season tickets & there are 45 games each year from mid September to early April. GJA & I go to 15 of the games together and we also have one other seat for 15 games and the final 15 games are attended by my parents. It's always nice to go to the games, but can be very frustrating when these over paid babies don't even try to play...why are we paying $90/seat/game to watch them do nothing while they are paid millions a year?! Well...maybe this year will be better (ha ha).

Today we have the return of Mike Comrie to the team - he was here from 2000 to 2003 and was born/raised in Edmonton by the family that started/own the Brick furniture store. For some reason, he wanted to be traded...and it pi$$ed everyone off...like he was too good to be in Edmonton. Some people thought that he was having an affair with the goalie's wife and needed to leave...but who really knows. Whenever his team would come to Edmonton, it would be "Boo Comrie Night" - so he's got balls to be coming back to play in the viper's den.

I even have my own locker space with them this year...see....my name on the locker!





What a hoot! I didn't even see the name on there when we got the tickets...because I'm not observant AND my bifocals just make reading annoying....Here are what the ticket books look like to my crappy eyesight.

GO OILERS GO!

More of my cards

Here are a few more 'jems' - Funny how they are all BLUE ?! I sure wish I was a little more creative.

2009 Roses

My rose bushes were just loaded this year...not sure why. They also didn't have the spider-mites that normally eat all the leaves..also, not sure why. I spent alot of time digging out weeds at the begining of the season (mainly so I could find the hoses that water them automatically while the grass is being watered.


This is a hostas - surrounded by the new rocks we purchased in August - looks so much better without the weeds and moss. THANKS to Mom & Dad for digging out the moss!

Good times are over

Seems like the easy time of preschool is over!

PJ must have decided that 2 days was enough...by the 3rd day, he started whimpering in the car on the way to school. He was good in the boot room waiting to go with the teacher. When she came to get him, the other kid she was taking at the same time was daudling so PJ was looking around...saw that I wasn't standing beside him anymore and started pointed at me and crying...great.

The 4th day, he started whimpering in the car again....and was good until the teacher was taking him in. This time, he was the only kid in the boot room (normally, there is alot of action in there, so he's distracted by the noise) and started trying to pull away from the teacher and pointing and crying out for GJA to get him and was crying quite a bit. Apparently he was upset and crying for around 1 hr...poor baby.

I guess his tolerance for going to the class was only 2 days long...I sure hope he gets over this quickly...mornings are hard enough to get him to eat his breakfast...I don't need him fighting me from getting in or out of the car.

Good times are in store for this week.

We survived !

Today was PJ's 1st day of preschool - which is also the 1st day he's been left without a family member around. Here he is as we are about to leave the house.


We had to park pretty far from his entrance door...so we were running late, so GJA carried him a wee bit. Then as we were approaching the door, I got him to walk the rest of the way. He wasn't worried or upset or in anyway thinking that we were leaving him.


Then you have to wait in the boot-room for the teacher to come and get you. There were several parents and kids in the room waiting. Just as one teacher was coming to one little boy, he started crying. This was about the time when I handed the teacher his backpack and GJA put PJ's hand in the teacher's hand. He started walking and never looked back at all. I was surprised....he just followed along where the teacher took him. He never looked back...so no tears or protests or anything. Hearing the other kid cry and the mother upset was hard. I teared up too, even though PJ was fine. She was quite upset outside. I went in to see what PJ was doing and I offered to see if her son was ok. PJ was leading an instructor around the room and was fine and oblivious to the fact that we were gone. I found the other little boy and he wasn't crying and was almost settled in....so the mother was pleased.

Three hours later, here he comes out with a teacher...totally oblivious to whether we had been standing there the entire time or not.

YAY...we lived through day 1!

Trial run

Today, PJ had a trial run at his new preschool. We had to be there at 8:45 (which is rude since neither of us are normally up until 8:30!) and will continue to have to be there at that time..aarrgh. The class was 90 minutes long, so 1/2 the length that it will be. There were 5 kids there in total, with their parents and the teachers and the room was very full. Not all of these kids will be in PJ's class. He seemed to enjoy himself running around aquainting himself with the surroundings. He didn't participate in any of the activities, nor did he sit down for more than a quarter of a second (as is normal for him).

Tuesday will be interesting...we take him to the boot-room and the teacher comes to get him and we leave and off he goes...poor little pumpkin...he's only 3 and 1/2 yrs old and never been away from family.

It'll be a trying experience for him and me.

BOO HOO!