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Well, I have to say I'm glad Christmas is over. I'm feeling a little bah-humbug about everything right now to tell the truth. Christmas morning was actually pretty cool. Jordan was so excited by her new Disney Princesses kitchen that we had to pester her to finish opening her gifts, and make her leave the house for the gathering. The whole time she's whining "no, wanna make a cup of tea!" It's the cutest thing. Tennyson crawled overtop, under and around all the presents while munching on paper and grinning and gibbering in his cute baby way. That kid is just so happy as long as we're all lounging about within his sight. My kids are great, I wouldn't trade them for anything. Then we went off for Christmas dinner where I learned that my cooking is crap and our parenting is (as always) sub-par. Then Jordan jumped against a chair and spilled hot tea all over her Oma and herself. I was just hoping everything could go smoothly and everyone would have a good

The other day we had our gathering at my dad's parents house. It was pretty good. Always so much food, and the kids had lots of fun. Jordan ran around like a crazy person with Marilyn all night. She's always so mad when we have to go. Tonight was the Quiring gathering (Mom's side). No offense to any of the others, but it's always my favorite gathering. I think it's because I'm surrounded by people I grew up with, and it's very nostalgic. We always eat way too much food, open gifts, and then play games into the evening. Jordan has so much fun there too! There is getting to be quite the little group of little kids too: Jordan (2.5), Jamin (3), Stephie (2), Tennyson (8 months) and Aaron (7 months). And there are lots of older kids who help entertain these little ones so they have a pretty awesome day. It's neat to see the cousins whose diapers I used to change, and what they're like now as teenagers. It's hard sometimes to treat them like young adu

I got my new eye. That’s right, I’m all patched up and ready to go. Actually, the patch is gone, but you know what I mean. This last Wednesday (Dec 19 th ) we arrived at the ocularist at 9 o’clock. The day was broken into three chunks with two breaks in between. The chunks were as follows: Kathleen (the ocularist , we’re so first name) made a mould of my eye with some sort of oozy clay. It stung a little, but I’ ve had worse. Ask Tennyson. Then she sent that off somewhere and came back to work on the iris. She had a little container with different sizes of iris-shaped plastic circles, from which she chose the one that matched the size of my real iris. Then she mixed up her little paints and studied me and painted me a new iris. Pretty funky. Then we left. Upon return, the wax mould of the eye was done. She put the iris on it where she thought the center was and fitted it under my eyelid. She then readjusted the iris and tried again, as well as shaving off and reshaping the mould as n

Yesterday we had a conversation that went something like this: Setting: Kids are running wild, tearing at the Christmas tree, getting wedged in behind the speakers, making lots of noise. Steven is on the couch, Tiffany is sitting on the floor. Tiffany: I changed my mind about having more kids. Now I just want one. You pick. [steven and tiffany laugh because they are really funny] Steven: [pauses, deep in thought] Okay, the next one.

Last night was the Santa Clause parade here in Portage. Mom and I decided to go to Walmart and then park in front of KFC to watch. It's amazing, this small community really gets excited for this. We were driving back down the avenue at 7 and there were cars lined up the entire way down. I was sure we wouldn't find a place to park but amazingly enough there were spots right in front of KFC. Good thing too, because Steven and Angela were both supposed to meet us there. It was terribly cold, but the kids just couldn't get enough! Jordan was so excited, she had a permasmile on her face the entire time and her little arm didn't stop waving for a second. She loves big mascots, you should have seen her at the Portage Ex, she was hugging the RCMP mascot and then we had to catch her because she wanted to follow him around. Last night the excitement was the same. Her little nose was cherry red, and her cheeks were rosy, but boy was she happy. Even when we hopped back in the vehic

Yes, it appears to be. I have a list of the blogs I read on the right side of this page. Some are people I know, some are people that people I know know (it made sense in my head, trust me), and some are strangers who happen to have interesting blogs. Thank goodness for the strangers because it would seem that my friends have more to do with their free time than blog purely for my enjoyment. That's fine, no hard feelings :) This will be random topics, sorry for those of you who like more straight forward stuff. My poor husband has worked his butt off this last week. He works 12 hour shifts, and he's picking up a few extra. This has pretty much killed any days off he may have had. His last shift is on Saturday night, the ninth one in a row. Of course, on top of feeling sorry for him I also feel sorry for myself! It's bloody lonely! I do have my kids to keep me entertained (or crazy, depending), but after a while it would be nice to have a conversation that doesn't have t

Today I worked for Verna and catered a wedding. It was delicious - the food, not the wedding. I admit, I wrote it that way intentionally. I'll refrain from lame wordplay humor. Maybe. The best part was that when I got there, my grandma was there too! I haven't worked with Grandma since 1999 when she owned the restaurant, before I quit. I always liked working with her. Hopefully we can do more of it! The cool thing about small towns and knowing people is that resumes and interviews are unnecessary. I left a message on Verna's answering machine that went something like this: "Hi Verna, I moved back to Portage and was wondering if you ever need any extra help with catering events. Let me know." She called me back and gave me some dates and times, and thus began our professional relationship. Funny employee/supervisor story: I was at MacDonald's yesterday during a night out on the town with Deanne. We were watching as this lady moved about the store trying to swee

I bumped into a teacher that I subbed for in the past. Of course I didn't recognize her, since I rarely ever actually see these teachers. We were in the gym for an addictions awareness booth-type thing where the students can walk around and get information on a number of things. I started talking to one of the teachers about the kids, and she was going on about how she had such rude students this year. Turns out, the class was the one where the kid ate the pin . I asked (with concern of course), how the boy was doing, and what became of that. He'll be fine, he just has to poop it out. Ouch. Anyway, the final chapter of this story is thus: He accidentally swallowed the pin while making an effort to shoot it out of a straw and impale another kid with it. Little bugger. Needless to say, nobody feels too sorry for him anymore.

Have I ever been bad lately. Eat eat eat, that's all I do. Last night Deanne and Travis came over for supper and games. The spoils of the night were thus: an entire pan of oatmeal cake, three bags of chips, pop, sugary tea. Not that I didn't have help with this stuff, but I was definitely not good. Not to mention that I gained back half the weight I lost lately. This is so frustrating! I want to snack, I love snacking! I love rootbeer and chips and dessert. I also want to run, but my treadmill is so not working. It's a little cold to take the baby for walks. Jordan I'd walk with, but not Tennyson. My husband works an average of 50 hours a week, and I've actually been working a fair bit also. It's hard to find time for me! I know these are all excuses, blah blah blah. I know I could do aerobics, but that's kind of frustrating when I've got two kids. I have a tape that's 70 minutes long. Last time I tried to do it it took me over two hours because I ha

There are some serious discrepancies in this blogging thing. For instance, I blog somewhat regularly. On the other hand, Lyla is a big slacker. BIG!! And Sonya has this whole "my computer broke down" excuse. Ha. Excuses. I'm having withdrawal. It's bad enough that I am so delighted to come on here everyday and blog, never mind having nobody's blog to read! You know what I do? I read the blogs of total strangers because my friends don't feel the need to provide me with intellectual sustenance. Guilt trip enough for you? I hope so! Seriously though, love you guys and keep them coming!

I'm working on a cover letter right now. I never really know what to say in a cover letter. I tend to be a pretty modest person, and I never know how to write down my strengths without sounding like I'm bragging. That's probably what they expect though. Do you ever feel like even though you build yourself up on paper and write a fantastic resume, that they'll see right through you during the interview? Perhaps we should give more credit to the person we've described on paper. This is so tough, and I really really want this job, so I'd rather not botch the first impression (even if it is on paper). It's for a Grade 10 English and Geography teacher. It would be perfect. I'd love nothing more than to teach English, and with a bit of polishing I could do pretty well at geography too. Wish me luck. Or better yet I'll wish myself luck, hope I get an interview, and then try my darnedest to show them that I didn't invent some fictitious resume character!

Surgery is done. You know, you'd think surgery would be all flowers and candy, but in real life, it really isn't. Okay, so nobody really thinks it's all flowers and candy. I had surgery on my eye eight years ago, and I think I have forgotten what a real bummer it is. Funny story: the first night home, my conformer came out. A conformer is a little thing that goes just under the eyelids to sort of keep room in there for my soon-to-come eyepiece. It is not the ball that is implanted. That never comes out. I told my Grandma that the conformer had come out, and because of the swelling I couldn't get it back in for the life of me. Steven tried too, no luck. She tells my mom this. Remember in school when you'd play telephone, and the kid at the front of the row would whisper a message to the kid behind him, and back the message would travel until it hit the back of the row and then you'd compare the starting message and the ending message, and see how different they w

Today was Halloween. It was actually a lot of fun. Steven and I took Jordan trick or treating from 4-6 to our relatives houses, and then Steven went to work and Jordan and I joined Angela and Jamin , and Heather, Keegan and Shelby and went out a little longer. Jordan was a purple dragon again this year. I love when I can reuse stuff. Tennyson was a white bunny with pink ears and a pink belly. Poor kid, so not masculine. Not to mention the leotards . . . As I was saying, I really enjoyed the day with my daughter. This afternoon as Steven was napping I got her busy coloring, which then evolved into a lesson in colors (she pretty much knows them anyway, but I want her to not have to try so hard to remember them). From there we did some shapes. This was kind of new, she knows what a heart is, and she recognizes a circle as a "round." This is from running around and around in circles in the living room, or her bedroom, or the basement, or around the island. She likes to run in c

I'm having surgery in two days. Friday to be exact. It's been in the works for months, I think I had my first consultation while I was still pregnant, and Tennyson is now 6 months old. I decided not to tell anyone, probably because it's something of a sore spot and I absolutely HATE talking about my eye. Even as I'm writing this it sort of makes me uncomfortable and I procrastinate by going online and looking up scary picture of doctors and stuff. Yep, I'm sure that'll help my frame of mind. Time for the back story. In September of 1999 I went paintballing with a group of friends from Austin. I think it may have been the first round, or the second one, not too sure. Anyway, the round had just started and the two teams were at opposite ends of the field and we were supposed to capture the flag of the opposing team on the other end of the field and bring it back to our end. As we were just starting the round, I figured I'd take off the ever-annoying goggles un

I have been so bad lately. It seems that we have had gathering after birthday party after miscellaneous event. Each time there is dessert, and lately I have either been making desserts to bring or hosting these things at my house. The end result is the same - I have lots of leftover dessert in my fridge. It would help if it was stuff I didn't like, but nooooo, everything is delicious! Mere days ago, the fridge tally was as such: 4 big pieces of carrot cake with cream cheese icing almost 3 pumpkin pies 4 slices of apple pie 2 pieces of cherry cheesecake We are now down to one pumpkin pie. If you do the math, these means I ate A LOT of dessert in the last few days. Not that Steven didn't have a share in it, but I'm no lightweight when it comes to matching people bite for bite. I admit, I really like to get the big piece when a dessert is cut up! The madness must end. When I was nursing, I was losing weight like crazy, without really trying. I have since stopped nursing an

8:34 AM - It's so early. Normally I wouldn't complain about being up at 8:30, if I had only gotten up now. As it stands, I've been up over an hour already! I don't know what to do about these monstrous children. Jordan absolutely refuses to nap. There is no way. I know some might read this and say "jeez, just make her." Those of you who actually know Jordan are going "jeez, that's tough." If she would just lay down for a few minutes, she'd fall asleep. It's not like she's not tired! But there is no forcing her to lay down. I miss her crib! Tennyson too - equally monstrous today. He was whining and moaning at 7 already this morning. Steven and I laid in bed for a little while, not sure if we were waiting each other out or hoping that Tennyson would go back to sleep but in the end we all ended up getting up for the day. Remember the days when we used to sleep until noon? What happened to that?

This is pretty cool. Today I was messing around on facebook, and I realized that you can set facebook up to import your blog posts into your facebook notes! Now my blog will show up on facebook. Not that I expect more people will read it. I'm pretty sure it's just Sonya and Lyla. But that's okay, as long as all you cool people keep checking in! It's amazing how the world has changed really. Technology is so fast! Little kids in school now go on the internet and all have email accounts. Speaking of little kids, I'm subbing in kindergarten next week. I may be nuts.

Ever have one of those days that seems like more than one day? When you look back at the day before bed, and the morning seems like yesterday? For those of you to whom this makes no sense, please disregard. For the rest of you, carry on! It was an interesting day. I subbed this morning in grade 9. Have I mentioned that grade 9 kids are on my list of things that are the bane of my existence? Today this was confirmed. If I told you that I was going to work 2 hours and 20 minutes and make $50, you'd think "wow, slack job." Well, today I had the worst kids ever! I spent a large portion of the time trying to get the kids to be quiet and actually do something. I don't even care if they're slacking, as long as it looks like they're working so that if someone important comes in (as in the principal or the prime minister or someone equally important) it looks like productive things are going on. After a while, I kind of gave up on having a lot completed and just shut

Some days I get so much done. Yesterday I made my bed (i usually do), picked up all the stuff on the floor all over the house, vacuumed everything, scrubbed all three bathrooms, did a bunch of dishes, hung some pictures, wiped things, gathered lots of garbage from all our various garbage cans, made supper, etc. It was a very productive day. Today, not so much. It is a very useless day. I haven't made my bed, showered, changed out of my slacker clothes, cleared the table from lunch, taken out meat for supper, nothing. Nada. Zip. I know what I should be working on, and believe me, it's quite a list! Instead, I check facebook for the 94th time, upload some pictures, check my wall again. There's nothing there, so I play some solitaire and try to think of something to blog about. Drawing a blank. Now I'm blogging about my slacker day. Hope everyone else is getting more done than I am!

As I read my blogs, I realize that I don't have a consistent voice. I go from sappy to funny to informative to rambling. You know what? Maybe that is my voice. I'm the schizophrenic blogger. That's what I should have called this site.

Human beings are funny creatures. Take Tennyson. I adore him, and it's funny because I know he adores me too. He sits on the knees of other people and if he can hear my voice he cranes his little head to the max to get a look at me. It's quite flattering. And when he does finally scope me out I get a big bright winning smile. I'm his absolute favorite person. You can almost hear his internal monologue "Okay, I just saw her a little while ago . . . I hear her voice . . . she must be here somewhere . . . ooh, little mermaid . . . wait, that sounded like mommy again . . . look on the couch - no . . . look over there . . . turn my head upside down and backwards . . . there's mommy! i love mommy, look at me mommy, smiling at you mommy, yay mommy!" Cheesy as it sounds, if you saw him you'd know I was right. All I have to do is look at the little prince and he glows with joy. It's very sweet. Then I sub at a high school. Today they had their "lits."

It's Friday! I haven't been able to be excited about Friday in a really long time. I've been unemployed since April, and Steven hasn't had weekends off with any regularity since he's been in the workforce. But today, it's Friday! I know now that I don't have to get up and work in the next two days so I can shut my phones off and sleep. Oh blessed blessed sleep . . . but wait, there's still that baby. And that toddler. Okay, well I don't have to work anyway. Work hasn't been too bad. My preference is for high school but I've had junior high the three out of four days that I've worked so far. They've been pretty good. The first group I had this morning was apparently rotten for the last sub, so they were warned and threatened like crazy by all their teachers in the last couple of days that they had better be nice to me today. Usually when this happens they're perfect until they're alone with the sub and then they go for the jug

It's amazing really. I used to be embarrassed when my mom would pull out m y photo albums. I was always convinced I was the ugliest baby ever! Yet now when I l ook at the old album with picture after picture of a perfectly posed baby on the couch, and in the jolly-jumper, and in fancy clothes and in the arms of all the people who I love so much it just makes me happy! Weird how becoming a mom changes your perspective on things. Not that I was cute. lol. And check out the hottie mama!

NAME: Tiffany 1. DIAMONDS OR PEARLS? Diamonds 2. WHAT WAS THE LAST FILM YOU SAW AT A THEATER? No Reservations 3. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE T. V. SHOW? Grey’s Anatomy 4. WHAT DID YOU HAVE FOR BREAKFAST? A slice of Greek Pizza 5. WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME? Lynnette 6. WHAT FOOD DO YOU DISLIKE? Peas and Beans 7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? Blue 8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CD AT THE MOMENT? “Goodbye Alice in Wonderland” - Jewel 9. WHAT KIND OF CAR DO YOU DRIVE? A Cavalier 10. FAVORITE LUNCH? Anything I don’t have to prepare myself! 11. WHAT CHARACTERISTICS IN PEOPLE DO YOU DISLIKE? Being too hard on yourself. 12. MY FAVORITE PAST-TIME IS: Reading or watching movies 13. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD ON VACATION, WHERE WOULD YOU GO? Anywhere with Steven 14. TO WHERE WOULD YOU RETIRE? Anywhere between Austin and Portage, in the country in a big bright farmhouse. 15. WHAT WAS YOUR MOST MEMORABLE BIRTHDAY? My 18 th , that was a fun birthday year, right Leigh Ann and Phil? 16. FAVORITE SPORT TO

This is a picture of Lyla, me, Angela and Lorelie. Last night they came to my house along with their husbands and many babies, for pizza, cake (thanks lyla!) and games. I love spending time in my home surrounded by friends, and these three are some of the best friends I've ever had. Good friends are hard to come by, and now that I have such wonderful ones I'm sure not going to let them go, even if I have to drive an hour an a half for a good visit! These are our kids. From left to right is Jamin (angela's), Jordan (mine) and Oliver (Lorelie's). They played so well together yesterday, nobody was bitten, smacked or squashed too badly - anybody with kids this age will know what I'm talking about. It's awesome watching Jordan grow up and suddenly really wanting to play with other kids her age, it's friendships blossoming, and it's neat to watch as they start to interact with each other. Our wonderful husbands; Andrew (Lorelie's), Steven (mine) and Jeff (

I'm so bad. Steven and Jordan just left to do some errands, and I stayed home to clean and tidy before our company comes tonight for pizza and games. Let's just say I have done nothing . Nope. Nada, zip, zilch. Well, I did put Tennyson in his swing, and read the paper and blow dry my hair. There are still bathrooms to clean, and toys to put away, and pizza toppings to prepare, maybe some dusting. Yet here I sit and blog. Maybe it's because nobody ever takes Jordan away, and when it happens I want to just veg. She's quite a bustle of activity! Not everything I've done lately has been slack-oriented. I called a lady yesterday who caters out of MacGregor and offered my services on a casual basis. I have two days coming up already! I also (finally) have my application complete at the school division, and I have a bunch of days lined up to substitute. Not that I've done any of this yet, but the intent is there! Until then, I think I may just sit here. hehe. p.s. Th

I was reading a blog on babycenter.com today, talking about how facebook deleted pictures of mothers nursing their babies because breasts were exposed. It seems they have policies against photos of exposed breasts regardless of the context. Of course, following something like this, breastfeeding groups are quite offended. I'm not entirely sure where I stand on this subject. Personally, it doesn't bother me at all when women breastfeed. I breastfed both my kids. It surprises me when people are so outgoing about it that they don't cover up at all, but I'm not necessarily offended by it. I wouldn't really consider it "nudity" or anything, but I guess if you have a policy against breasts then the pictures would have to go. Then I went online to look at pictures, because the babycenter blog was talking about all the art over time that depicted breastfeeding mothers as something beautiful and natural. That's where I found this picture, and I loved it instan

I seriously need my friends to start blogging, or do more stuff on facebook or something. I'm getting all addicted to this stuff, and now I've caught up on everyone's facebooks and blogs! It's getting a little boring on this thing. You can tell, since this is my 3rd blog today. It is very appreciated when people write stuff, so please do! If by chance you are reading this for the first time, and you have a blog, let me know! I'll stick it in my links so fast it'll make your head spin! I added a picture of my mom and Jordan, because it's cute and I haven't posted any pictures in a while. It really has nothing to do with trying to guilt everybody into keeping me entertained.

I finally got the phone call from the school division office, and am now on the sub list! Pretty exciting! I even have jobs lined up already. Okay, so they're all for junior high, which is sort of the bane of my existence, but work is work! I even went yesterday and bought some new clothes, so I should be all set. The sales lady was crazy and I ended up buying way too much stuff, but Steven figures it's fine so who am I to argue my husband? Steven's still looking for a job. Thanks to his wonderful sister Jan who helped him out in a pinch and let him work at Boston Pizza for her. He really likes it, but needs something a little more financially viable for our family. Okay, really haven't got much to say here. This is probably my most boring blog, so I apologize to those of you who have to read it!

We said goodbye to our house yesterday. I know it's silly, being sad about a house. After all, home is where your family is and what's left in Winnipeg is only a house. Still, I felt a little teary as I walked around in the rooms one last time. The kids' rooms especially. We spent so much time making those rooms special just for them. Jordan's little fence that was used to cover up the hole in the wall ended up being so cute. As I stood in there, I can still see her jumping on her bed as we flipped through the story books on the shelf to pick out a bedtime story (or three). I love Tennyson's room too; how it transformed before our eyes from something entirely purple and drab to a cozy blue and green baby room. We were so excited to see the difference when we were done. I remember the first time we laid our new baby in the crib in that room, so freshly painted, anticipating his arrival. We spent so much time crafting that house into a place we could call our own. Lon

My little princess is having one of her days. Yep, emotional meltdowns all around. The last one was because I wouldn't let her throw a Boston Pizza hairnet into the summer borscht. I like the help and all, but I think Mommy should get to decide on the ingredients BEFORE Jordan adds them. It's so cute the way she wants to help with stuff, and someday it might actually be helpful (note the last blog where I was squirted with tilex). This morning I was cutting potatoes by my sink and Jordan was grabbing the potatoes and running across the bench and tossing them into the pot. Last night she tried to get herself a piece of cake. We had family over the other night for cake and coffee, and all the leftover cakes were in one container, probably about 2/3 of a cake worth. There is now NO cake left, as it ended up all over my kitchen floor. This stuff is frustrating. But then there is lots of stuff that she actually does pretty well; she can dress and undress herself entirely, she puts o

It's my birthday today. I am officially old. Ok, so I'm still in my 20's and haven't got much to complain about. And it's not like I haven't accomplished anything - a university education, a wedding, two houses, and a couple of wonderful children. I really think we should celebrate ourselves. All too often we talk about the things we haven't done, or don't have. We complain about a little extra weight or our stretch marks. I read something once that suggested to choose a person that you really admired, someone you know, not someone famous or anything. Pick a friend or someone you're really close to. Then, figure out what it is you like about that person. I'll say Ange because I've been friends with her the longest. I love Ange for so many reasons - she's been there for me my whole life. We played barbies together, and camped together, and built blanket forts together. She gets my odd sense of humor and always laughs at my lame jokes. She&

I've now been living in Portage for a month! It's funny how badly I wanted to move here, and now that I'm here I'm really torn. I miss my home in Winnipeg. Steven and I were so excited when we bought it, and finally were able to move our little daughter into a room of her own. We picked out colors, had our floors done, changed light fixtures, and much more. We were even there for the entire pregnancy with Tennyson, and he was born in that house! After a year of being there it really really felt like home. This place doesn't yet. I don't even know why really. It's funny how we change over time. The biggest change in me is how my wants have changed regarding working and family. I was so excited to get my degree and become a teacher, to make a difference, and "be somebody," if that makes any sense. I have always said that women should work and contribute financially to the home so they wouldn't have to ask for money or feel subservient to their h

I went from 31 days to 4 days really quickly! Probably because the seller of our new house wanted to change the possession date from August 15 to August 3rd. And of course, being all excited to get into our new house we jumped at the chance. Yep. Real smart. Especially having no buyer for the house we live in now, and having no jobs. But hey, lets move two weeks early! There's also our annual week at Delta beach with the husband's family. That happens to be this week so there's really been no holiday there. Packing is so fun. Okay, I really have nothing to write about. I just wanted to put something on this page. I'll add a picture of Jordan, that makes it all worthwhile.

Our 31 days to moving day just took a huge trim. Our agent called today to let us know that the sellers of our new house would like us to take possession as early as August 3rd. Being young and insane, we said "what the heck" and decided to go for it. We'll probably move on the 4th, being a Saturday. It's obvious we don't have much of a social life, having decided to move on August long weekend. What a treat though, moving at the beginning of the month, instead of the middle or end. Now I'll have a whole month to enjoy my new house and proximity to friends and family of yore, instead of just a couple of weeks. After all, I am planning to work in September. Only 18 days then, until we move! Now all we have to do is sell our house. We had a meeting with our comfree representative tonight. Now I'm slightly more confident in our ability to do this thing, but a little worried about the tactics of the wily real estate agents who are waiting in the shadows to cat

I've begun the countdown. It's the type of thing that those of us with no social life do. Although looking at my calendar, it would seem that my social life isn't so bad this month. I'm going to see Bonjovi next Saturday, should have a lot of company on Sunday, and then the following Tuesday I'll be traveling in another country. Not so bad at all. Back to moving. 31 days to go. In the meantime, we have to ready our house, show it, find a buyer, pack up house and enlist the help of various friends and relatives to come and assist us with our move. I am very tired of working on this house. I was so excited when I bought it, but I have begun to resent all the extra work it's been. We knew we'd have to peel wall-paper and paint the whole place, but there were hidden jobs that only came up after. For instance, when we pulled out the fireplace we discovered a big burned hole in the wall behind it. This meant having to pull down the wall, insulate, and then build a

I clicked on "random question" from the blogger. I guess it's for people who really can't think of anything to write. The question was "if your whole body were a hot air balloon, would you stop eating spicy food?" Even as I was reading the question, I thought how stupid is that? It is a stupid question! So stupid in fact that it's really funny! Who comes up with this stuff? I guess my answer is this: If my whole body were a hot air balloon, I don't think I'd be all that hungry. I don't recall ever seeing anybody flinging food into a hot air balloon before. But I suppose that if I were a hot air balloon, and I was able to eat spicy food, then hell yeah! How fun would that be? Get all those poor suckers miles into the air and then let the effects of the spicy food be known. mwahahahahahahah!!

I've finally become one of those cool people who have a Facebook page and a blog. Doesn't get any better than this! "Join facebook" everyone says, so I do. It's a lot of fun at the beginning when all your new friends are writing on your wall and checking out your pictures, then the novelty of your presence wears off, and everyone goes back to their much cooler friends. Of course you convince yourself that they must all be at work, or that your computer hasn't refreshed itself, so you click refresh and wait eagerly for all the new posts to pop up, so that you have a wonderful way to spend two hours in the afternoon while the kids are napping and the housework is piling up. Still nothing. Okay, well it is silly to expect stuff to just continue to come, so you go upstairs, make a snack, drink some ice-tea, throw some discarded kiddie pants onto the stairs for the next time you go up. It's now been a good 15 minutes, there MUST be something new on facebook! B