Heather Sandouga

I am a mother of 3 (soon to be 4), step-mom to 1, caretaker of husband and fish....daycare provider to 4....student, teacher and writer.  And I do it all with sarcasm.

Where I've Been

I know, I know, I've been slacking in the writing department.  Stress does two things to me - either I overflow with words, or I clam up.  This time, I was so wound up it hurt.  :(So - what caused all this stress?  Just a little renovation.  Studies show that renovation is the number 1 cause of divorce (I may or may not have made up that little statistic) - we learned the hard way 5 years ago when we did our bathroom reno that if we wanted our marriage to survive, we would hire other people to do what needed doing....more

Cancer, is back.

I've just hung up the phone - got the call from my dad.  His cancer is back.  The sounds of my daycare kiddies snoring, the soft whirring of the furnace - it's all stopped and all I can hear are remanents of that phone call. "Cancer....lymph nodes....terminal."He has been fighting cancer for the last 4 1/2 years. Before my dad's cancer - I'd only known cancer as my grandmothers had it - fast, ferocious and deadly.  They both discovered and lost their battle with it quickly.  So when Dad got it - I was sure it was the end for him....more
My heart goes out to you and your family.   Cancer took both my grandmothers and my FIL (to name ...more

Air

I'm going to do a little series of posts in which I take a stroll down memory lane...recalling some of the fun, scary, gross, and just plain jaw-dropping moments from my past. (nothing quite as stupidly scary as when I did the light-bulb test, but ... well...yeah, that's hard to top)...more

How to freak out Hethr

So, my husband was out of town a few weeks back – I’m a grown woman and have handled life with a travelling husband.  I’m no shrinking violet.  I don’t cry that he’s gone, I don’t get scared at the creaks and moans of a house settling in for the night.  I’m just not that kind of person.However, one particular night, I was that fraidy-cat woman, trembling behind the door, holding her rolling pin at the ready to smash would be evil-doers. (except that I used my broom)What brought me here?? Well, let me tell you....more

The Trees....they hate us!

So, I’ve thought this for a long, long while.  I’ve never mentioned it before to people, because…well, when I tell people some of the things that go through my mind…they get scared.Anyhow – These trees:...more

Exercising

So yeah, if you all have been on my facebook page lately, you’ll know that I’ve been exercising again.  I don’t know if you want to join me…but if you do, here’s what I’m going to be doing:...more

Sidewalk Chalk, I hate you.

So, I have a home daycare.  We do things like painting, coloring, and pasting.  Outside we do the same, often adding sidewalk chalk.  Sidewalk chalk is amazing – you can draw, write, create games with it – it’s uses are amazing, and it washes right off.Over the last week – someone (I’m guessing Adam) brought a piece of sidewalk chalk inside.  Not a big deal.  Then someone (I’m also guessing Adam) drew a picture on my pale cream berber carpet.  Again, not a big deal.  It was just chalk....more

Internet Gremlins Have EATEN MY BLOG!

Nasty Gremlins, always ruining things. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gremlins  What the hell, people.  What in the ACTUAL hell....more

I hate you, Cancer

Dear Cancer,You have ravaged my family.  You’ve stolen my grandparents, you’ve harassed my aunts, uncles, my father and  my friends – and you’re taking my Aunt. You’re like a thief, coming in and taking what you have no right to.  Taking away not just their health, but the qualities that made them who they were.  You have cast a shadow over our lives – we’ve learned to live in fear of you.  You silently creep in... continue reading at Delusional Mom...more

My Light Bulb Moment

The following story is true, and I take no responsibility for any of you who stupidly do as I did.  Also…mom and dad…not sure if I told you this story…brace yourselves. This all happened one day back in Jr. High…I’m guessing grade 8, but I really can’t recall.  I’m old.  Forgive me....more
Oh my. Well... at least you didn't use a fork. more