Well, my parents get in tomorrow night, flying in from the UK. I made a mad dash around my house, cleaning clutter and dustng surfaces. I love my parents, but they really need to realize I am not as neat as they are, although we have gotten a lot better. I say we because M. is also a clutter bug. Our first apartment always had the doors to the ( Read more... )

We have freezing rain here today. It's going on for most of the night, too. I can hear the ticking of ice pellets off the windows in the back of my house, and the rear windows are all coated in a thick layer of ice. I've run in to so many people here who all exclaim over the fact that I am from Manitoba by saying, "Well, you must certainly enjoy ( Read more... )

Anyone who said pregnancy is a beautiful thing has not seen me trying to get off our low, soft couch.

Flailing turtle, anyone?

I had a terrifying dream this morning. I have very vivid dreams, and this pregnancy had given them a clarity that even I can't believe. So far they have been relatively harmless. I usually dream that I'm grocery shopping with Matthew McConahey (?) or some such dream. The most vivid so far has been the dream that M. cheated on me, I left him, ( Read more... )

Good christ, she's back again ( Read more... )

I'm baaack! It seems we have finally got a handle on our wayward computer. Expect a full update tomorrow!

I would write it now, but we are moving into our house on the 20th and I'm crazy with packing.

I haven't updated for awhile and I feel guilty. And I still have nothing much to say ( Read more... )

M. and I went to Kingston this past weekend. As he had to work on Saturday, I was anticipating a lovely day of window shopping, followed by buying some books, followed by a nice pub lunch ( Read more... )

zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I just had to fill up your friends page.

Why?

Because I am bored.

For god's sake, what is the big deal about Janet Jackson's boob? It's a boob, people. Every woman (and some men) have them. It's a little classless at a "family" affair, true, but I would much rather see one glimpse of a boob than war overseas portrayed as if it is a reality show.

What the hell are Americans trying to teach their children?