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.

Introducing...

...the Chip off the Mossy Stone...the Sprog of Shagwell...

Our baby.

Go Team!

I have to start watching Rugby again.

Dayum.

Just found me a new favourite team.

Think they do private parties? Like parties of one?

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.

Some People Just Don't Know When to Shut the Fuck Up

For those in the States, the murder of this young man made horrible headlines here last week.

It just didn't seem real that something like this could happen to an innocent man.

Then I read about P.ETA's desire to post this fucked up ad and these bible-thumping assholes threatening to picket this poor man's funeral.

What the hell is wrong with people?

You don't want to eat meat and live a vegan lifestyle? Fine, go ahead. Just don't shove your shit down my throat. I like meat. I LOVE meat. I am a carnivore. We didn't crawl our way to the top of the food chain to eat salads all day long.

You believe God is punishing Canada? Then go back to JesusLand and STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY COUNTRY.

How is it humane to cause even more pain and grief to the family of Mr. McLean than they've already suffered?

I hope that someone meets those picketers at the border and turns their asses back to Kansas. If they manage to show up at the funeral, I hope they're met with hunting rifles and baseball bats. God knows, I'd be first in line to greet them.

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!