Getting through the day, one cup at a time.


Do you know what’s greater than a park with big plastic dinosaurs to climb on?

Finding two new parks in one week!

What did the world ever do before Google? I used the satellite images near my neighbourhood to try to identify some possible parks, and whaddya know, I found some 😀 The…’Zipline Park’ is about a 15 minute walk from the house, and the ‘Dinosaur Park’ is at least 20 (today it took us 45 minutes because the kids wanted to walk the whole way (say that in a whiney and mocking voice…yepp, that’s my voice)). This is a slight increase from our normal 10 minute-away park, let’s call it ‘First Park’ but these are better because they’re new.


New means that the kids are more excited and involved and THAT means that they leave me alone for a longer period of time.

There is nothing better than relaxing on a bench with my travel-mug of coffee, while my kids entertain themselves. Nothing!

We have to walk up a nature-y trail type thing to get to Dinosaur Park and there are these lovely gardens by the business at the entrance of this trail. They have awesome tulips, and I love tulips but I have a black thumb. And I’m lazy. Soooooo lazy. Imagine my surprise when we were heading home and some of the tulips had been ripped out of the ground! Shock! Dismay! And then: opportunity.

I would never, never, never, never, NEVER take flowers from someone’s garden – business or personal – without their permission, but these flowers…well they had been torn out of the ground by an animal of some sort. My money is on a dog who likes to dig. The stems had been broken and severed, and many flowers had been crushed. As I gazed at the destitute pile of pink and green it dawned on me: these flowers were going to be thrown in the trash.

So I took some.

And they sat proudly on my dining room table for more than a week.

PS! Today is the last day for the Spring Beauty Photo Challenge! Take your picture and submit it by midnight EST tonight!


Hammer Time

Parents! Does your child (children) have a toy that you hate? I mean hate with a dark burning fury. That toy for me was this phone/keyboard combo, the entire toy was vibrant colours with see-through plastic mixed in with solid plastic. One side was a phone with a 12-button keypad, (Odd that I feel the need to specify that the toy wasn’t QWERTY or touch screen…ooh, or rotary. Not a rotary phone.) while the other side was the keyboard the contained approximately 12 keys. This toy played music for every button that was pressed, and would randomly ring loudly. Why did I hate this toy so much, you ask? Because there was no off button. No button, no switch, no battery door to remove those S.O.B.s and the batteries never died.

If we could implement that battery technology elsewhere…can you imagine if your wall clock never died? That would be awesome.

But I digress! I hid the toy for a long time, and then one AMAZING day, Phil need to take apart a child’s toy for a project.

“Do I have a toy for you!”

In order to access all of the happy bits inside the toy it needed to be broken open. What? There were no visible screws, that toy was locked up tighter than a bank vault.

So I beat it with a hammer.

It was amazing, let me tell you. An all-empowering sense of justice and karma.

Last week the kids went to bed without tidying their toys, (I had decided that I would just rather do it myself and have them in bed just then) and I thought I had picked them all up before retiring for the night. Apparently I missed one, and this silly little rattle-ball-thing was elected to be Edie’s chew toy. She’s our dog, by the way.

Once the toy was chewed on, one of the ‘hubs’ broke off and released two of the…cord-thingies. The toy was automatically deemed unfit for play and was about to be recycled when I looked at the shiny beads inside and remembered the joy of beating that phone/keyboard with a hammer.

I opened my toolbox and pried open the Pandora’s Box at the center of this toy. This separated the three sets of plastic cylinders and all of the plastic shapes.

Notice the green flower on the orange cord still? I didn’t. Not until hammer time.

I then wrapped each cylinder in a cloth bag and brought them outside to beat them with a hammer on the concrete step. I like to use a cloth bag because it helps prevent plastic shards from flying all over the place and ending up in my eye.

The cylinder with Pandora’s Box still attached to it was the hardest one to crack open, but in the end I was victorious.

Now, not only do I feel super-powerful, “Judge of Toys”, but I’ve also salvaged several awesome beads for future crafts! My plan is to let Ally make a bracelet out of these beads.

Three of the plastic shapes had to be thrown away as well, due to chew marks, but five out of eight isn’t bad for salvaging…and I got at least 95% of the beads!

Do you try to reuse parts of broken items? Or am I the only one?