What keeps me sane...

..this is an excerpt from an email between one of my brothers (B2) and I:

Me: Did you hear that I've got a new job starting in January?

B2: If you have the job of interviewing strippers at dance clubs, could I be your apprentice?

Me: You know what's funny? While high as a kite on painkillers last night, Mom asked me if I was the 'lady' from the 'That's why the lady is a tramp' song and now you think I should be interviewing strippers... I clearly need to rethink how I present myself.

Actually, I've been asked to join the faculty at ********** College. You may now call me 'Professor'. ;o)

B2: What are you teaching at ***********? "How to stay sane with an ex-husband, husband, teenage twins, a newborn and a dying mother?"

Me: No, that's going to be the book that gets me on Oprah.

B2: When the book gets made into a movie, who's going to play you (Ju.lia Ro.berts is too old now). And, more importantly, who's going to play me?

Me: I'm shooting for C.harlize Thero.n (a girl can dream). maybe To.m Han.ks for you?

B2: Gee, he's getting old and a bit heavy*. Dani.el Craig would be great....
P.S. - I often dream about Charlize Theron too.

P.P.S. - we could get the chick who plays Penn.y** on Big Bang Th.eory to do you if it's a comedy.

Me: K.... D.aniel Craig it is. .. and I'm pretty sure we're not dreaming the same things about Charlize. Think I can ger Ge.orge Lucas*** to play B1? Suggestions for Sis?

B2: Actually, Juli.a Rob.erts would be ok for Sis. G Lu.cas would be great for B1.

Me: So it's settled then! I feel much better. Now I just need to write the book...(and maybe figure out how to survive first)!

So it's true - I am going to be teaching at an Ontario College starting in the winter semester... I am really looking forward to it as it's WAY better than working retail!

Now I just have to find a wonderful person to watch Chip while I'm at school. I'm already having nightmares about this, so you can imagine this is not going to be an easy exercise.

I won't trust a face like this to just anyone, you know:







*Note: B2 just turned 50.

** B2 swears that Penny from the Big Bang is exactly like me in personality. Being a fan of the show, I have to admit he's right...even Mark says it's so. I was Penny about 20 years ago.

***My eldest brother, B1, is a dead ringer for G.eorge Lucas!

Still here

...just really busy. Mom's in palliative care and I've been going almost everyday to visit with her. Chip comes with me and is the beau of the entire hospital. All of the nurses and most of the patients know him by name.

Life right now is kind of on hold as my family and I spend as much time as we can with my Mom.

I will be back, but it will be a while.

In the meantime, here's some gorgeous nom-nom baby for you...

Definition of Embarassing....

...when you surreptitiously slide a book of "explicit erotica for women" into the pile of books that you're purchasing for you kids and thinking that you've gotten away with it until you mistakenly hand said book to your daughter instead of the book you've purchased for her.

Good thing my kids are teens and have a sense of humour.

Though they are now sufficiently grossed out to need therapy for a good long while.

I'm not dead yet...

..though most days I feel mostly dead (but it's just exhaustion).

Chip is doing well. Growing quickly (he's 14, almost 15 weeks) and is smiling and happy and almost 14 lbs. He has big gorgeous blue eyes and is a great, well behaved baby.

Here's a picture that I took with my cell phone the other day as we were heading out to spend the day with my sister.

Tell me that's not the cutest picture ever!!

Anyway, we're all well and happy and busy. Mossy's not dead either, but I think he's given up blogging. Feel free to hit his blog and NAG HIS ASS to post SOMETHING.

As a final giggle... a condom ad that has, apparently, been banned in the USA. This ad just kills me everytime I watch it. Brilliant!!

Earworm

This has been stuck in my head for nigh on 3 days. These guys are great musicians and I find myself singing their latest release over and over again. :)

I'm pretty sure it has something to do with sleep deprivation and repetitive behaviour (feed baby, change baby, put baby down to sleep, hear baby cry, feed baby, change baby, rinse and repeat).

Edited: Larry brought to my attention that the video didn't run anymore because of copyright crap. So here's a link to the video on another site. Click here

Oh, and here's their latest release on their official You Tube channel: Gotta Be Somebody.

Up Yer Kilts!

For my real life hubby and my cyberguy, both of whom look awesome in kilts:

Guys' Top 15 Reasons to own a Kilt:>

1. Chicks I've never met before ask me about my underwear.
2. Kilt + Bathroom = Easy.
3. The freedom to scratch when and where it itches.
4. It itches a lot less in a kilt- it's the breeze
5. It makes people wonder.
6. You can call Punks conformists.
7. Almost as good as being naked.
8. Women love men in kilts.
9. When operating a zipper is too far beyond your capabilities.
10. Floor mounted AC vents on a hot day.
11. History has shown that men in kilts routinely kick the shit out of the trousered.
12. In the words of Mel Gibson in Braveheart ..."Freedom!"
13. Two Words. Beer Pockets.
14. Asshole Auto-Detect System: Anyone who snickers and says "nice skirt" is obviously a homophobe or just plain stodgy...
15. It's called a "kilt" 'cause we done kilt everyone who called it a skirt.

Reasons Why Women Love Men Who Wear Kilts:

1. Access
2. Air circulation = Virility
3. The way his pleats swing when he walks
4. It would be a shame to hide legs like that.
5. It takes confidence to wear a kilt, and confidence is sexy
6. I don't have to bother asking, "Boxers or briefs?"
7. When I'm with my man, the look of envy I get from others
8. Sitting across from him on the Subway.
9. Zero to naked in 2 seconds
10. Sean Connery, Mel Gibson... need I go on?

Happy Thanksgiving!

To all my American friends, I wish you the happiest of Thanksgivings today, and the best of whatever shopping deals you can find tomorrow!

Eat, drink and be merry!!

Highway of Heroes

We live very close to the stretch of highway to which they're referring (though we're not in Coburg, but a bit further west).

I've seen hundreds of people crammed onto the overpasses: old, young, families, firefighters, cops, ambulances..you name it. I've seen the motorcades go by.

And I've wept for the fallen every time.

Re-post?

This email has been out for a while, and I'm pretty sure I posted it on the old Penny blog. However, while it's a bit overblown and preachy, it's still a good read.


British news paper salutes Canada . . . this is a good read. It is funny how it took someone in England to put it into words... Sunday Telegraph Article From today's UK wires:
Salute to a brave and modest nation - Kevin Myers, 'The Sunday Telegraph' LONDON :

Until the deaths of Canadian soldiers killed in Afghanistan, probably almost no one outside their home country had been aware that Canadian troops are deployed in the region.

And as always, Canada will bury its dead, just as the rest of the world, as always will forget its sacrifice, just as it always forgets nearly everything Canada ever does.. It seems that Canada's historic mission is to come to the selfless aid both of its friends and of complete strangers, and then, once the crisis is over, to be well and truly ignored.

Canada is the perpetual wallflower that stands on the edge of the hall, waiting for someone to come and ask her for a dance. A fire breaks out, she risks life and limb to rescue her fellow dance-goers, and suffers serious injuries. But when the hall is repaired and the dancing resumes, there is Canada, the wallflower still, while those she once helped Glamorously cavort across the floor, blithely neglecting her yet again.

That is the price Canada pays for sharing the North American continent with the United States, and for being a selfless friend of Britain in two global conflicts.

For much of the 20th century, Canada was torn in two different directions: It seemed to be a part of the old world, yet had an address in the new one, and that divided identity ensured that it never fully got the gratitude it deserved.

Yet it's purely voluntary contribution to the cause of freedom in two world wars was perhaps the greatest of any democracy.

Almost 10% of Canada's entire population of seven million people served in the armed forces during the First World War, and nearly 60,000 died. The great Allied victories of 1918 were spearheaded by Canadian troops, perhaps the most capable soldiers in the entire British order of battle.

Canada was repaid for its enormous sacrifice by downright neglect, it's unique contribution to victory being absorbed into the popular memory as somehow or other the work of the 'British.'

The Second World War provided a re-run. The Canadian navy began the war with a half dozen vessels, and ended up policing nearly half of the Atlantic against U-boat attack. More than 120 Canadian warships participated in the Normandy landings, during which 15,000 Canadian soldiers went ashore on D-Day alone.

Canada finished the war with the third-largest navy and the fourth largest air force in the world. The world thanked Canada with the same sublime indifference as it had the previous time.

Canadian participation in the war was acknowledged in film only if it was necessary to give an American actor a part in a campaign in which the United States had clearly not participated - a touching scrupulousness which, of course, Hollywood has since abandoned, as it has any notion of a separate Canadian identity.

It is a general rule that actors and filmmakers arriving in Hollywood keep their nationality - unless, that is, they are Canadian. Thus Mary Pickford, Walter Huston, Donald Sutherland, [and Keifer Sutherland], Michael J. Fox, William Shatner, Norman Jewison, David Cronenberg, Alex Trebek, Art Linkletter and Dan Aykroyd have in the popular perception become American, and Christopher Plummer, British.

It is as if, in the very act of becoming famous, a Canadian ceases to be Canadian, unless she is Margaret Atwood, who is as unshakably Canadian as a moose, or Celine Dion, for whom Canada has proved quite unable to find any takers.

Moreover, Canada is every bit as querulously alert to the achievements of its sons and daughters as the rest of the world is completely unaware of them. The Canadians proudly say of themselves - and are unheard by anyone else - that 1% of the world's population has provided 10% of the world's peacekeeping forces.

Canadian soldiers in the past half century have been the greatest peacekeepers on Earth - in 39 missions on UN mandates, and six on non-UN peacekeeping duties, from Vietnam to East Timor, from Sinai to Bosnia. Yet the only foreign engagement that has entered the popular non-Canadian imagination was the sorry affair in Somalia, in which out-of-control paratroopers murdered two Somali infiltrators. Their regiment was then disbanded in disgrace - a uniquely Canadian act of self-abasement for which, naturally, the Canadians received no international credit.

So who today in the United States knows about the stoic and selfless friendship its northern neighbour has given it in Afghanistan ?

Rather like Cyrano de Bergerac, Canada repeatedly does honourable things for honourable motives, but instead of being thanked for it, it remains something of a figure of fun. It is the Canadian way, for which Canadians should be proud, yet such honour comes at a high cost. This past year more grieving Canadian families knew that cost all too tragically well.

Lest we forget.

Hey Larry!!

It's your birthday tomorrow, and I probably won't be online, so I'm wishing you a

SPOOKTACULAR BIRTHDAY

I hope you're painting the town red tonight for Hallowe'en and then tomorrow night for your birthday. I'm sure Steph is planning on getting you shit-faced drunk to celebrate.

Wish we could be there to celebrate with you.

In the meantime, I'm sending long, deep, hot, wet, toe-curling cyber kisses your way.

And, uh, Mossy says "Happy Birthday, dude."

This will make Mossy a very happy man

No, it doesn't have anything to do with sex (geeze, you people!).

It's this.

I swear, I can already see his grin.

(I married such a geek)

A Very Long Week, or, The In-Law Rescue, Part II

For those that have read Mossy's post on our week, this will, hopefully, fill in the blanks.

I'm sure most of you are wondering why it's Mossy's "In-Law Rescue, Part II". Well, I posted all about In-law Rescue, Part I on another blog but will copy it here for your reading enjoyment:

January 3, 2008

My Mom hasn't been feeling well for the past few months. The doctor has done a number of tests that insist she has a clean bill of health and yet, she is not doing well.

On her birthday (Dec. 28th) I called to send her my love. My Dad stopped me in my tracks with "Mom is not well at all." Now, my Mom is a house on fire. This lady at 77 years of age has more energy, vim and vigour than I ever did. She cannot sit still and she loves to clean and putter around the house (amazing the weird way genetics work... wish I had received that gene). Anyway, Dad said she was sleeping a lot, had no energy and was forgetting and mixing up things. She didn't want to do anything at all. That is NOT my Mom. Dad was quite worried and the more my siblings and I spoke to Mom, the more worried we became, too.

My parents decided to drive home so that Mom could see her family doctor. After much haranguing by one of my brothers, they decided to fly home -- much to the relief of all of us. So, first thing Sunday morning (the 30th), Mossy and I flew down to Ft. Myers. We arrived around noon, helped Mom and Dad pack up the house and their belongings and then were on the road by 6:45 the next morning, driving their van home.

Mom and Dad flew home and Mom saw her doctor right away. We're still not sure what's wrong and she's not getting much better, but she's not getting worse, either, so I guess that's a small blessing.

Mossy and I took 2 days to drive their van home. We made it to Wytheville, Virgina that first night (after 14 hours of driving)...had a crappy sleep in a nice hotel and then started off 2008 by driving another 12 hours and making it back to my parents' condo in Pickering by 6 pm. We were tired. We were punchy. But, we had fun on the drive.

Thank God Mossy and I enjoy each other's company enough to spend all that time together and still like each other enough to cuddle in bed that night."

Since that time, the news about my Mom's health hasn't been great. Mom contracted Hepatitis C from a blood transfusion about 30 years ago. Because of her active lifestyle and "clean" living (never smoked, doesn't drink, keeps her weight down, etc) the Hep C went into remission for an amazing 30 years.

However, now it's back, it's killing her liver...and killing her.

It could be 6 months, it could be 6 years, no one knows. All we do know is that she's not going to get better on her own and there's nothing they can do to cure her. So it's just a matter of time.

Mom and Dad have a home in Newfoundland and, with the doctor's blessings, they went to spend the summer there. Last, June, my Dad drove their van down by himself and once he was there, Mom flew down on her own to meet him.

My Mom had a great time. All their rellies (cousins, etc) are still there and everyone treated my Mom like precious cargo. They spoiled her rotten and made sure that she and Dad were well looked after. Even with that, though, Mom's healthy is still declining. Her cognitive abilities are slowing down. She becomes confused and forgets things. She has a nap every day and when she wakes up, you have to remind her of what day it is and that it's the afternoon, etc.

For the return to Ontario this fall, they had originally planned that Dad would put Mom on a plane, I would meet her at the airport in Toronto and Dad would drive home. Well because of Mom's decline, neither Dad nor Mom felt comfortable with Mom flying on her own. So we made plans that I would fly down on the 30th (again, the 30th... how weird is that?) and fly home with Mom on the 3rd, stay with her at the condo and my Dad would drive home. No problem.

Mossy made a comment on Friday the 26th that he wished he was coming with me. I told him that I wished he was going as well. I have to admit, I was a bit worried about flying to Newfie and being in a wee small town down there while 6 months pregnant - the closest hospital being just over an hour away. So, Mossy got the time off work and we booked him a flight as well.

Anyway, to make an already too long story a bit shorter - it ended up that my Mom and I flew home on the 3rd, and Mossy and my Dad drove their van home (and that, Larry, is why Mossy didn't fly home). Mom and I were both relieved that Dad would have company on the drive as it's a long one. I was more relieved, however, when I saw him back in Pickering, safe and sound.

Neither one of us had slept well. At my parents' place in Newfie, the bed we were sleeping on was slightly smaller than a double and the mattress had to be 30 years old. Not only did it have the saggy divot in the middle of the bed, but for some reason, our feet were higher than our heads.

For those in the know, sleeping while pregnant is a challenge in the best of times... sleeping in a bed like this was impossible for me. I spent most of both nights we were there either sleeping in the lazy boy or on the couch. Neither of which were comfortable. Oh, did I mention that because my Mom is always cold, my Dad had the heat quite high? I'm too warm right now period. Can't get cool unless the room is frigidly cold (will let Mossy tell you how cold our bedroom is most nights...ha ha ha take that as you will). So from the 30th to the 2nd, I was overheated, overtired and stressed. Fun!

The last night in Gander was spent in a hotel. Niiiiiice beds... lotsa pillows....frame construction and, we're pretty sure, a clogging convention going on in the room above us. Oh and the thermostat was locked, so I couldn't cool down the room. Scratch a third night's sleep.

Mom and I caught the plane and Dad and Mossy started the drive. My next 2 1/2 days were spent taking care of my Mom. Sounds pretty easy, but it was actually mentally exhausting. I won't go into detail but I have more respect for my Dad now than ever. Taking care of someone that gets confused and lost is hard work.

Poor Mossy wasn't sleeping well on the drive home, either.

By the time we met up with each other yesterday afternoon, we were both so exhausted - mentally and physically - that we could barely speak.

However, our mission was accomplished: Mom and Dad are home, safe and sound. Mossy and my Dad enjoyed each other's company (and how many father-in-laws and son-in-laws can say that?) and Mom and I had a nice time. When we went to leave, Mom put her arms around me and just kept saying, 'I love you, I love you, I love you. Thank you, my dear. I love you so much." I told her that it was fun and no big deal, however, I'm not sure I could do it again. Does that make me a bad daughter?

Mom sees her specialist next week and will find out if she can go to Florida for the winter. I won't be able to fly with her then (I'll be too pregnant to be allowed on planes) so we'll have to come up with another plan. Maybe one of my siblings will be able to go. At any rate, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

For now, we're home, Mossy's back at work and I'm still trying to recuperate while trying to get my house back in order.

That's the whole, long, drawn out story.

And yeah, Larry, it is actually 4 languages in 5 provinces: Newfie, Cape Breton-ish, French and English. And I can speak them all ;)

Can't believe I haven't posted since August 29th.

Eep! Sorry about that...

Things here are moving along. The Wondertwins started high school last week and so far, so good. I tried to put the fear of the Semestered system into their brains by telling them how different it is than a term system (what they're used to). I told them that you simply cannot skip a night's homework or your screwed. They cram way too much into a four month period for you to get behind, so you had better stay on top of things!

Apparently I did this a bit too well. The Girl had a bit of homework to do over the weekend and when she realized she had forgotten the required sheet of paper at school, she nearly cried.

Whoops, bad Momma, huh?

My babies turn 14 on Wednesday. I cannot believe it. They are growing up too fast and I miss them. I'm sure, come January, I'll be happy that they're so independent, but right now, it's kind of sad.

Work is work... I've discovered (the hard way) that I am just not capable of working a 40 hour week on my feet anymore. I tried last week and halfway through my shift on Friday, I was not doing so well. I'm pushing it now at 36 hours. Hell, some days I'm pushing it just trying to get out of bed!

Chip is doing well as far as I know. If the expansion of my stomach is any sign, the child is growing at a phenomenal rate. The little one is kicking me more and more each day and Mossy finally managed to feel two good ones a few nights ago. I have to remind myself that while I've been feeling movement since week 11, this is all brand new for Mossy. His excitement is infectious and soooooooooooooo adorable!

I have another busy week at work (scheduled for 40 hours, but trying to knock it down to 36) and with the kids' birthday, Mossy's early morning trips to the gym (seriously, the guy is up at 4:50 or some such sick hour to get to the gym) and regular stuff, I'm not sure when I'll be able to blog again.

Hopefully I will manage to get on again before September 30th. I'll be incommunicado then for about 10 days as I'm heading to Newfoundland for a couple of days, just to help my Mom and Dad get home. Dad is going to do the 3 day drive and Mom and I are going to fly home on October 3rd and then stay at her condo until Dad arrives from Newfoundland. While I'm kind of looking forward to it, I'm also dreading it as my Mom isn't well and has deteriorated over the summer. It breaks my heart everytime I see her.

Our Prime Minister has just called an election on October 14th. Isn't that neat? Just over a month away and then it's over. No endless year-long barrage of campaign ads and disparaging remarks. I don't know how you in the States do it!

Nevermind the fact that Sarah Palin is one of the scariest women I have ever read about. I think she'll have the rest of the country turned into Jesusland before you know it...and God help you all!

That's it for now. I'm off to try to have a nap before I head to work at 1 pm.

Happy Monday, everyone!

Nope, Not Dead

Just working a lot and coming home really, really tired.

Life is boring, which I guess is a good thing when you're pregnant.

Thanks for the nice comments about Chip/Sprog/Squirt. The baby is fairly active and Mossy has felt the baby move once, very faintly. I know there's more of that to come, and I'm excited for it. It'd be nice for him to be able to feel it the way that I do - I think it would completely freak him out.

Oh per Kal's question: there will be no birthing video or bare belly shots posted to this blog. I have too much respect for all of you (and myself) to force you to see something as hideous as my belly. Keep in mind: this is not the first child i've carried. I carried twins...and have suffered through four bouts abdominal surgery. No one needs to see the after-effects of that. Believe me, most days I don't even want to see it.

Mossy is crazy busy with work, I'm working a lot (see first paragraph) and we've done absolutely nothing on our basement renovation for the past 3 weeks . I fear that my goal of having the basement cleared out and ready for renos by Labour Day weekend has been shot to hell. Right now, I'm hoping that we'll have it done enough in October that my Dad can help us put the ensuite bathroom in for The Boy's room. Otherwise we're royally fucked.

My house looks like a bomb has gone off. There's stuff everywhere that doesn't belong where it's been laid down. I come home and I feel like I'm drowning in stuff, so I hide up in the bedroom. I keep hoping I'll get the energy to deal with it all, but I know that my energy levels are going to go further and further down instead of up. However, the mess is not new. We have four slobs living in this house, so you'd think I'd be use to the chaos. Apparently not so.

The Wondertwins start highschool next week. I'm sooo looking forward to the back to school thing. If for no other reason than the fact that house will be fairly quiet during the day and the kids should be in bed before 3 a.m. once they have to start getting up at 6 a.m.

At least, I hope so.

So as you can see, there's not much to blog about. Life is plugging along day-by-day and all is fairly good.

I will try to keep this more up to date and hopefully have something wonderfully exciting to tell you about someday soon. I could use the adrenaline rush.

Heh

I'm a Chevrolet Corvette!

You're a classic - powerful, athletic, and competitive. You're all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

We're Gonna Turn You On, We're Gonna Give You the Power...

The other day I asked Mossy if he remembered the Electric Company. He had a very vague memory of the name, but that was about it. As a side note, that's the price you pay for growing up so isolated that you had two TV channels.

Anyway, I loved The Electric Company. I don't think my sister and I missed a show. Does this tweak anyone's memory?


What do you think Morgan Freeman says when reminded that he started his incredible and admirable career singing songs like this:



I don't think any of us watching the show as children realized the incredible list of writers/guest stars/narrators that were on the show. Check it out, here.

I'm excited that they're bringing the show back for the 2009 season, but how can it possibly can it adapt things like Easy Reader for the new millenium?



Will he be Gangsta Reader now?

Bring on the Rain

It seems I'm the only person in the Greater Toronto Area that is not complaining about the weather.

I LOVE this rainy summer. The usual stifling humidity of late July/early August in Toronto has been kept pretty much at bay because of the almost daily rainshowers or thunderstorms. Being pregnant and overheated anyway, the last thing i need is to live in a sauna.

A lot of our American friends don't really understand the extremes in weather we can get here. Yeah, with windchill it can get to -40F in January...but this time of year, we're usually looking at 95F plus humidity of 80-110% which can bump it up to 111F.

For the first time since forever, we haven't had the air conditioning on non-stop since June. It's been on the past week, but I'm hoping to shut it off and open the windows after the weekend (when it's supposed to get warmer).

August is our grossest month for heat and humidity, so once we get past that, I will feel MUCH better. Until then, bring on the rain!

Glad it's Monday

What a weekend. Mossy's post just doesn't sum up exactly how much work the damn front walk was...and I didn't even do a lot of it. But watching him made me glad Monday was coming up and he could get a break at work.

The poor guy worked his ass off while I spent a lot of time sitting in a chaise lounge in the shade watching.

Sometimes this pregnancy thing is great - other times, not so much.

I love helping with projects around the house. I have no problem with getting my hands dirty (guess I'm just a dirty girl at heart) and pitching in to do my share. It's awful being stuck on teh sidelines against your will.

There have been a couple of...complications during this pregnant and they have sidelined me for the near future. Everything seems to be okay now: Chip is very happily making my belly bigger by the day and squirming up a storm in there (which I'm *just* beginning to feel), but I'm limited in my abilities until the midwife says otherwise.

Can't lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk, can't raise my arms above my head for two long, can't exert myself or exercise, can't really houseclean (though I'm planning on some tomorrow because I can't stand the floor anymore) unless I take it really easy. The list is long.

Yeah, yeah, I know that it's for the right reasons and I follow doctor's orders. This baby is too important to take any chances, but gah!!!! It's so FRUSTRATING not to help.

Anyway, to get back on track, poor Mossy did 98% of the work this weekend and it was a long, hot and dirty job.

Though as he said (and I agreed), I'm doing something a bit more important right now.


However, I'm not sure I'm the superpower type. I hate the secrets and the fact that so much goes on where no one can see or appreciate. If I had a superhero style superpower, I think I'd be more of an Ironman admitting that he is a superhero than a Batman hiding behind a suit. I'm not exactly the surreptitious kind.

But I think you knew that.

Starting Over

Okay, I have to admit, seeing as my DH is blogging again, I feel the compulsion to do the same. I have been blogging over the past couple of years (under a different name) but it was more of a "real life" blog than the Penny stuff. I've realized I missed Penny. Hell, I think I even missed Kal (but apparently he didn't miss me since he locked me out of his blog, the dirty bastard).

Bringing Penny back is very much akin to slipping back into a favourite pair of worn slippers.

I have absolutely bubkis to write about, but hey, that never stopped me before.

This blog should be a pretty good outlet for those pregnancy related rants and whines that are always bubbling under the surface.

Not sure how much I'll write, but I'll give it a try for a while and see how it goes.