Christmas Time Is Here

Well, now that I have time...I seem to not have time to blog. I am getting on, in starting my new course, Taxation 1. Yeah, I know. I'm nuts.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. The gifts are wrapped, the house is slowly but surely getting tidy and, my brother is here. We are almost ready for Christmas to arrive.

The theme for Christmas is this year is: Spoil-a-Brandon. Well, we sure are. Everyone is. What a lucky little punk! And all he'll want to do is play with the empty toy boxes and wrapping paper. *sigh*

Hopefully, without jinxing anything, Brandon has been sleeping through the night. The move of his crib, into his own room, was the best damn choice we ever made. If his schedeule gets messed up, he might rise in the middle of the night, but otherwise he is down till sometime after 7am. Yes!

I want to say I am happy. I am happy right now. I am looking forward to Christmas Day. I want to see the joy on everyone's faces when the open their gifts. That is better than any gift I will receive. I am looking foward to Boxing Day too. Christmas time wouldn't mean as much if you couldn't share it with your friends as well your family. Cause friends are my extended family. I am so grateful for mine. They are awesome! I couldn't ask for a better one. Thank you! Merry Christmas! I love you all!

Wisdom is Not For Free

Just because one can eat a whole banana cream pie in one day, doesn't mean you should.

Dinner Party Success

Lee and I hosted a dinner party last night. It was a wonderful success. Success in the fact that everyone had a great time. Everyone enjoyed the food (despite having to eat it in unusual ways) and everyone had tremendous fun. I hope to do this again, sometime soon. Here are some highlights of last nights party.

Why Deleted?

I deleted the last post cause it was a post bitching about my exam on Monday night, which I believed I bombed by the way. I bad mouthed consolidation and mentioned by association by name. The post had already been published, so I thought it was best if there was a record of transaction. Gees! I'm still talking accounting. Fuck me!

Anyways, since my exam, I have dreamt about accounting twice. What the fuck does that mean? God only knows.

Right now I am reading a novel I have been waiting to read since I started this course. Hopefully, I should finish it sometime today. Pending on how needy Brandon is.

Now my current dilemna is (I am saying cause I need some suggestions or adivce) is where to put up the Christmas tree. I need lots of room for under the tree cause there will a huge amount of presents under the tree. Why? Cause we are hosting Christmas with my family this year. That and there will many presents for Brandon, no doubt. But with Brandon's ever increasing strength, he will be able to grab branches and possibly pull it down...on himself. I don't want that. And thirdly, what about extension cords? Brandon likes to grab extension cords and lick the prongs. That's a no no! Can't have that. So anyone who knows the layout of my upstairs living room, please suggest what I can do to keep it baby friendly as possible.

My idea on it: I really would love to have the tree in the middle of the window. (There is nothing quite as lovely as walking by a house and seeing a Christmas tree all lit up. *sigh*) Anyways, but that would involve the cord for the lights dangling to an electircal outlet. That's a no no! Maybe we could pin it up, below the window frame? I don't know. Any thoughts?

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A Quirky Sense of Humour

"I hate my imagination!"
- Franklin

Ha! I am amused.

Kind of Karmic

You know, there is nothing like hanging with your son groovin' and listening to some 54-40. I must say, he got really excited when I played 'Blame Your Parents'. Yeah, I should watch it with that one.

:)

Brandon is on the mend. He is still sick, but he is not coughing as much as yesterday. I, on the other hand, am worse. When I sneeze, it is so dramatic and loud, Brandon would jump if he could. It is so powerful, it takes my breathe from my lungs. Uh! I hate not being able to breathe. Uh!

:(

What the Fuck Does that Mean?

Well I found a few hours to study today. I did some reading and worked on a few problems regarding future income tax assets and liablities and some stuff regarding foreign exchange cash flow hedges. I must remember to reverse the OCI through the hedged item, at year end. In other words: Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah,Blah, Blah....Blah.

My household is sick. Very sick with colds. Even Lee is sick. And he hardly ever gets sick.

I found myself watching the origional Battlestar Gallactica yesterday. That show isn't too bad. I might check out some more.

Must go, my nose is plugged and Brandon is awake.

In other words

Mus go, my nobe is blugged ub and Bandun ib awaig.

Where Can I Find Study Time?

That is the question of the week. Almost. I have only got in small amounts of study time in since my course recently. Mostly cause Brandon is sick and needs some attention and Lee is wanting some time for himself. Well, I need to study. FUCK!

Anyways, just to update you all, I just received my last in class mark.

98%

Yeah, not bad.

And you know what? The mark means nothing. Well, not nothing. But I can't take it with me. My in class marks count as 0 toward my final grade. My final exam is 100% of my final grade. Talk about pressure. And a 4 four fucking exam! What if I have to pee? I can't hold it that long. Christ! I guess I am not going to be drinking as much water that day. A shame. I would prefer to remain hydrated.

Early Morning

Brandon slept through the night. I know, I know, what the fuck? Hey, I won't look a gift horse in the mouth. I'll take it.

I visited my work place yesterday. Man, that was a mistake. All these feelings have come up. I hate feeling all stressed and guilty. It made me feel so bad, I started to feel nauseaed. I am going to stop stressing out and make the right decission when the time comes. *SIGH* Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, breathe...

Before the Final

Ah...! Last assignment completed and submitted! Ah....! Now all I have to prepare for the final. My in class marks are as follows:

60%, 96%, 83%, 82%, 95%, 96%, 95% and I am waiting for the last one to be graded.

And you know what? That 60% is on the Available for Sale, Held to Maturity, Held for Trading investments. I guess I better brush up on that stuff before the final. Cause I will have to know it.

Anyways, Brandon is alseep, hence why I am updating. I will also be going over to my work place to visit today. I had a dream about it last night. I went back to work and all I wanted to do was goof off and surf the net. I wonder if this is a sign?

For those of you who know me, check this out, and tell me if you don't laugh out loud. Am I that humanitarian?

http://www.providence.org/alaska/facilities/mary_conrad/default.htm

Oh, and check out my husband's website.

www.leeconrad.com

This Seriously Did Happen

I was standing at the doorway to the bathroom describing to Lee what I was learning in my current Accounting modeule.

Me: There are two methods of translating foreign currency financial statements. The current mothod and temporal method. And depending if the parent and subsidiary have an integrated relationship depends on which method you use. You have to translate, line by line, using the correct exchange rate for that item. Then, you can use what was learned in the previous modueles and consolidate the financial statements.

(Lee turned towards me.)

Lee (singing): It's fun to charter an accountant. And sail the high accounting seas...

I was so mad. I thought he was making fun of me. Lee laughed and told me it was Monty Python. Apparently, they make fun of accountants regualarly in Python. Really? Sounds....interesting.

A Mother's Advice

I went over to see my mom today. She and dad just got back from their trip to Portland. Portland, Oregon that is. Among the many things we talked about, Brandon's sleeping issue came up. On how he wants to wake up and feed (at least once) every night. Not just feed, but play. I wouldn't mind if he just wanted to cuddle while he fed, but that's not what he wants. He wants to touch my face with his hand or kick at me with his feet. At 3am, I'm not having that. I push his arm away or try holding his arms down, so he gets the idea. He just squeals and squirms harder. Not only does he want to cuddle-feed, he wants to cuddle-feed for what feels like hours. He wants to feed till he falls asleep (which takes forever). If I pull away and he isn't asleep, he squeals and reaches for me. At this point, I am damn near frustrated and give him to Lee to deal with. Lee is the master of finding different ways to calm Brandon. Mostly cause he doesn't have boobs, he has had to learn to find diffferent ways.

To make a long story short, I asked my mom what she did with us (my brothers and I) when we got clingy at night. I specifically asked if she just let us cry it out in our crib until we fell asleep. She said, "Never." Like me, she thought it would be cruel. *I know where I get that from now* Mom just toughed out the nights with all of us. Night time was all business though. Changes and feeds, but not playtime. Eventually we all got the idea. I had to leave before I could get more details. I will talk to her more about what I can do tomorrow.

Why I am not at Londonderry Mall Today

I know what I should be doing right now. Studying. I just don't want to right now. Brandon is sleeping and I kind of want to do what I want. Can't I? Just this once? No, I should be studying. Damn it!

So, I opted out of going to hang with my Mom's group today. Because I really don't like hanging out with them. Some of them are okay people. Really. And I don't mind them. But, there are a few I think are absolutely useless. I don't despise them or wish them any ill will. I just don't care for them. I can't relate to these women. I got screwed. I was placed in a group I don't care to know. I didn't like going when we met at the health centre. I only continued to go to get info on stuff. That and I had paid for the sessions. Otherwise I would have stopped going and never returned. Now, I have a choice. I don't care to go. If Brandon is asleep (like now) I should take the time to study or get something done in the house.

I take that as my cue to leave and get something done.

Halloween Party Fun

"Everybody start the party! The Misfits are here!"

Last night, at the Creme de Menthe Halloween Party:

The last photo needs a caption. Comment with what you think should be said.

So far, so good...

I got 82% on my last assignment. Woot! I am on my way.

Right now I am learning about Hedging. Hedged Items, hedging items and accounting hedging. Believe it or not, these are all different things. Don't ask me what they are, I don't think I can explain them.

Do you believe it? I am an accountant who likes to spend money.

I was at Kingsway, visiting A and J, I was walking by The Childrens Place and was browsing the sales rack and found all these cute little outfits Brandon could wear. (Plus a shirt that goes great with him Halloween outfit.) I started to snatch them up and walked over to the till and realized, "Wait a minute! I can't afford this stuff. What the hell am I doing? I'm just going to put these on the VISA. (Who already owns my soul.)" So, I turned right around and put back the things I didn't need. (But I bought the Halloween shirt.) It's not as though Brandon doesn't have any clothes. He has quite a few things he can wear right now. So there.

Aside from the clothes I almost bought, I found the best honey in Canada at Kingsway. I bought some Snowkist Honey at Klondike Days one year and have never been able to find it anywhere since. But now I have. And now the bee in me is in love, once again. Yum!

Th Four B's

Bath, Book, Boob, Bed

So far, it works. Someimes.

Until it is fool-proof or unfool-proof, we'll do it till Brandon gets it right. Now, explain to me what I just said.

Well, I am certain I will get a minimum of 70% on the last assignment. That's a good feeling. The one I am doing now, I am sure I can do well on it, also. I just need time. Ha! Time? What's that?

You think being on Mat Leave....wait have I said this before? By George, I think I have. By George? Who's George? I don't know.

Lee is out picking up our deep freeze right now. Yay! Bulk meat!

Last night, I spent half an hour trying to convince my brother into coming back home for Christmas.

Me: It will be Brandon's first Christmas.

Brother: So, he won't remember if I am there.

Me: But wouldn't it be nice, when he looks back on the pictures and saw that you were there....from the beginning?

Brother: Oh, aren't you clever with the guilt trips.

Me: It comes with being a mother. *so true*

Whether he will come down or not is still in the air. I want him to know, whatever he decides, is okay with me. Just be comfortable with your decision. Also, be sure to call us on Christmas Day. You will be missed.

Crazy Thought: One day, maybe we will all do Christmas in New York! I think that would be lovely. And we will all bunk with my brother in his apartment. Right?

THE QOA! HOO-RAY!

I just found out I got 83% on my last assignment without even knowing the check figures!

BOO-YAH!

Enough Phlem to Choke A Horse

My God! I am sick again! What the fuck!

It crept up on me Saturday night. All of sudden I was intensely cold and extremely dizzy. Plus I had a sore throat. I did not have the strength nor care to attend to Brandon. And that was the moment he wanted my attention. Damn!

It continued Sunday. By Sunday night, I had extreme chills. I was wrapped in a blankee and coudn't move. I was still very cold and ached everywhere. My throat felt better, but the rest of me wished I died.

I had a crappy sleep throughout the night and felt a bit better this morning. I was strong enough to work on my assignment for a while. I have 1 question and a bit to go. And nothing balances. Fuck! Am I worried? A bit. Part of me also doesn't care. I know that's bad, but because I feel crappy, that's the way it is.

Now, the chills are returning. My head is dizzy again. And my temperature is worse now than is was this morning. I don't feel like eating much. My throat hurts worse than either of the passed two days, on top of that, I am coughing.

By and by, Brandon is fine. Lee is fine. I hope Brandon has inherited his father's strong constitution.

Updated Blog

I have updated my blog, finally. Take a look around and check out the new stuff added to Blogs I Read . And the new section, Sites I Visit. I like change. So I think this will be good.

Nothing But a Crying Baby

The title says it all.

Today, if I picked Brandon up, he was fine. If I put him down, cause I want to eat, cause I want to pee, if I want to change his bumn, he cried. And cried like I was causing him pain. He has not slept since around 1pm. If he fell asleep and I tried to move him to his crib, he woke up. And cried.

I love my son but...FUCK! I am at the swearing point. I know he is only cranky cause he is tired, but FUCK!

He is crying even now. I have given him boob. Plenty. I have even supplemented him with solids. Nothing is enough.

Daddy is dealing wtih him. Thank Fucking God! I just don't know how I would cope if I was a single mom. Kudos goes to them.

If I was not the best person to talk to today, I am sorry. Listening to Brandon cry all day was not fun and made me not sympathetic to anyone else's woes. Again, sorry.

I am listening to Chantal Kreviazuk's new album. Finally. I haven't had an oportunity to do so, since I picked it up. It's nice. Too many slow tracks. Will have to give it a few listens before I really can give a verdict.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Cross your fingers. And your toes.

Happy Endings

Well, I managed to finish my assignment late last night. I got the liabilities and equity to balance to the assets. Wahoo! Anybody who understands accounting, will understand the joy I felt.

Allow me for a moment. Today was a tough day for Brandon. And me too. It was Brandon's 6 month shots today. He braved them well. He also got a bonk on our coffee table downstairs. I swear, that boy seeks to get hurt. He's testing his boundries. I understand that. But my heart just leaps out of my chest when he comes tumbling down.

I did the oddest thing today. I was making shepherds pie and I didn't have any butter for the mashed potatoes. So I took a page from my mother's book. I went next door to my neighbor and asked to borrow some from her. She gave me a whole pound. That was awfully nice of her. I think I will bake some cookies with it and give her some of them.

On top of the shepherds pie, I made homemade turkey soup. From scratch. It isn't too bad. It fogged up the windows in my kitchen and made the house nice and warm all day. This was a good day to have a warm house. *smile*

And last but not least, I finally got the finish The Lake House. Lee let me pick it up on DVD. Back in June, Lee called me out of the theatre, to feed Brandon, so I never got to finish it. I must say, I like happy endings.

I Thought I Was So Smart

Well, the day began with some promise. I woke up early and was able to get some reading done. Not enough apparently.

Well the good thing is a heavy matter from the weekend was resolved thanks to a phonecall late this morning. In fact, I think that was the highlight of my day.

Then I had a pretty good day with my husband and son. It was nice. I was even able to keep up with my assignment. (The Online Discussion)

Then, Lee and I went out to play games with friends. We left Brandon in the care of his Grandma. Well, that didn't work. Brandon didn't want to be without his mommy. We got one hour. Had to come home. Brandon got boob and fell asleep. We left again. An hour later, Brandon is up and screaming and insists on having boob. Had to leave again. This time, we just stayed home. Then Brandon didn't go down for almost 2 hours. Fuck! I love my son, but...Fuckin' Fuck!

And last my online assignment. I made one of my last postings just over an hour ago. And I thought I was so clever I even finished with: "Remember, GAAP are more like guidelines rather than strict rules. There is room for professional judgement." It was all having to do with deeming with which senior team would be more dominant. Since there was nothing specifically saying that being dominant was about being greater in quanitity.

Well, I guess I was WRONG! Fucking Discussion Group!

That and I received my mark for Assignment 1:

60%

Fuckin Marker!

And I got this long 8 page comment back from the marker. I think the marker comments are generic and the same for everybody. At least they better Fuckin' Be! Cause it talked about plagerism and warnings and it broke down just about every fuckin' question. Even the ones I got right. Fuck! Fuckin'!

That it! I'm takin' this fuckin' course through NAIT!

Fuckin' Fuck! Fuck!

What the Crap!

Funny thing I read today:

I picked up the graphic novel Lee is reading currently, Marvel Team Up Vol.2, and I read a few pages. Spidey was fighting crime along side the Falcon. Okay. Don't know who that is. But okay. Flipped a few pages ahead and came to new story: Marvel Team up featuring: Spider-Man and Iron Fist. It was the cover page and what I read, made me laugh out loud. (Of course, I don't laugh out loud. This is meant for emphasis purposes only.)

"SPIDER-SKILL and KUNG FU FURY..together again for the FIRST time!"

What?

I know. Just don't think about it.

Heavy Head & Unhappy Urethra

I am tired. I can't sleep. I get up. Cause I have to pee. Problem is, after I pee, I still felt like I need to pee. I go back to bed. Still feeling like I need to pee. Can't sleep. Can't get comfortable. So I keep getting up. To pee. Not fun. Brandon is awake too. Wanting boob to sleep. I don't want to lie down. It is uncomfortable. I want to sleep. Can't. Want to help Brandon sleep. No, don't really want to. Trying. I do my best. Eventually, he gets what he wants. He gets comfortable. He sleeps. I am not sleeping. I am not comfortable. I get up. Need to relax. Need to not be thinking about peeing. Have a bath. Listen to some John Mayer. He relaxes me. There is this great track: "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room" Ah. Quite a bit later, I get out of the tub. Of course, I had to pee. And I feel a bit better. I'll call my Doc as soon as her office opens and see if I can get in today. Otherwise I am waiting. Probably should drink some cranberry juice. Don't have cranberry juice. Fuck! Want to go back to bed. I am tired. I am going.

Whew!

I have just finished my first online posting for my discussion. Some of the ifor was similar to what some of the others said. Some things were different. The info can be right, depending on how you look at it. I just wanted to get people thinking about it differently. There are always options.

Today was a fun day with I & G. We baked cookies! It was fun. I hope to do that again with them soon. Well, perhaps next time. I also hope G is feeling better.

The punk is asleep. I'll talk to C for a bit and then hit the books for a bit before going to sleep.

Early Morning

Well, this is my time now. First thing in the morning. Beside, in about 6 months, I am going to have to get used to being back up at 6am to go to work and get Brandon to daycare. *sigh* I do not look forward to that. I really do enjoy being hom with him. If I could afford to work part-time, I would. Just to be with my kid more. Yes, it is that good.

Here's a bit of a guilty pleasure. I enjoyed Canada's Next Top Model. I started watching it, in the beginning, because of Tricia Helfer. She's on Battlestar Gallactica and I wanted to see what she was like when not on the show. She seems pretty cool and down to earth. In fact, I enjoyed the show and found myself caring about who was going to win. Of course, I only had about 8 shows, in total, to go through. Now, I am watching America's Next Top Model. Not the same. A few differences I have noted are: the models are all a cookie-cutter body type. All that is different is the face and the skin colour. All the girls are required to nail each and every shot. It is either, Do or Die. They don't want to Mold anybody into being a model, you have to be It. And the girls are all Diva like. There seems to be confrontations and no one is afraid to step on anyone else. But then, no one is willing to get along with anyone else. It's just too crazy.

I just got an email from S in England. He and his wife just a baby girl! Congrats to the happy parents! He was telling me he was amazed at how many nappies she goes through. I smiled. HA! You just wait...till they are on solids. Ha! Ha!

Brandon's Own Blog

Brandon now has his own blog. I realized he was the everyday topic of my blog. That is going to stop. My blog is about me. Brandon's blog is about him. If you want to be updated on Brandon, go to:

http://brandonsdiary.blogspot.com/

I stole the name format from a friend. I hope you don't mind.

Enough About Mr. Handsom. More About Me.

Well, so far FA4 is going well. I am learning the calculations and methods behind the new stuff. I am not getting much of a chance to do the reading; therefore, I am not understanding the theory behind the new applications. Thankfully, most of the marks are allocated to the calculations. I better find some time to do some more studying, though.

Saw Corey yesterday. We we for a coffee and juice at Cafe Mosaics. We chatted and shopped. This time, he took the pictures. Nice change. I got to see his place. The kitchen definitly smells like Russ cooks in it. It is an older home on the south side, but it has character. Will take some pictures some time.

Found out my EX got married. The evil D is married. He married some yankee chick from Georgia. They live here in town on the west end. He still works out in Fort Mac. And I hope I NEVER see them. More him. I wouldn't know what she looks like. Apparently, he still looks like The Karate Kid.

Received some sad news, as well. J.B. passed away 3 years ago. Very sad. He had a massive heart attack. It has been about 5 years since I last stayed with him in Calgary. It was a very stressful time between him and his children. I just hope they are doing okay.

My mom is in the hospital. She had caught a pnemonia and couldn't breathe. The paramedics took her to the Royal Alec. She is receiving oxygen and medication to help clear the fluid in her lungs. She has Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease. She will have to have oxygen at home afterwards. She seems very willing to adapt to the change. I am glad she is not in denial about it. I wonder if this will affect her going to her college reunion in October.

Most of that wasn't really about me. But sorta. Not really. Oh nevermind. I'll come up with something better next time.

5 Pictures for 5 Months

"I've got my ducky! Who cares if he is updside down?""Today, I look like my new role model, Lee Majors!"
"Heh?"
*Sigh*"Yup, I did it. I pooped again." *Sigh*
"Get Back! Get Back! The tickle monster's coming! The Tickle monster's coming!"*He! He! He!*

Peek-A-Boo, I See You

Like Father, Like Son

Just too cute!

My New Doo

Just Because

"Look at me! I caught an angel!" "You'll never guess what I found under this blanket."
"Like I need more fiber in my diet."

Daddy's Boy (A Sleeping Angel)

Refreshed

Well, lets not take that last post too seriously. I just felt defeated cause I missed the point. I was headed in the right direction, but I start to skew and miss the mark. I just have to focus better. I should be able to do that. I will do that.

Lost and Hopeless

Well, I can kiss my dreams of a fancy-ass career goodbye. I did the first module of my course and took the self-test at the end. And for the most part, I am fucked! I really don't think I am going to do well at all. I missed the point completely. I am also getting no compensation on not having the CICA Handbook. I am pretty much told to lump it. The coffee table we got today is not the one we ordered. Lee picked out the wrong ice cream. And the hits just keep on coming.

The last two really are just trivial. But...maybe, just maybe, I don't have what it takes. Maybe I really should not be in this course. Maybe those feelings of inadequacy and fear that I have been feeling have been trying to tell me something. I have passed the point of dropping out, maybe I should just make my crash and burn a good one.

Play Time Discovery

Huh, what's that over there? It keeps flashing and staring at me. Woo, something I can put in my mouth.
Hey, now I want that block. That looks like way more fun.

Bath Time...Not So Fun

Brandon & Draya, happier times. (Post Bath)Brandon & Draya's not so fun bath time. Draya screamed while Brandon slipped in the tub and bonked his head. The entire experience lasted less than a minute.

Sorry, the pics uploaded in the wrong order. Just deal with it.

Some Fun Images

Daddy holding Brandon, after his bath. Peter, my brother, holding Brandon.

Sick Together

Well, my brother left my house about an hour ago. He is dropping the parents car off, then taking the shuttle to the airport. And back to New York he goes. I will miss him. Each visit with Pete doesn't seem long enough, somehow. At least, this time, it feels like we spent some good time together. Much 'Doctor Who' & 'Canada's Next Top Model' was watched & a few barbecues were enjoyed along the way. One with my friends, and one with Pete's friends. C & M are very charming people. I hope to meet them again, sometime. Now the visit is done. It feels like it was very short. Too short. In the future, I hope to spend more time with my brother, more than just a week.

Today was mom's group day, but I didn't go. Why? I am sick. And so is Brandon. It is his first cold. We caught the cold from I & G on Monday. Cause L has it too. *sigh* Everyone with babies just gets sick. Brandon is in a surprisingly good mood for someone who is sick. Yesterday, Brandon just didn't seem quite like himself. I can't explain it. I just knew, he wasn't feeling fine. In the morning, his enthusiasim just wasn't there and in the afternoon, he took a long nap. He hasn't napped like that since he was a few months old. Hopefully, we will both be well enough to go to the Baby Laptime tomorrow morning. Als

Tomorrow is my first afternoon to watch I & G. I am looking forward to it, surprisingly. I thought I would be dreading it. 3 children under 5, at once. But I think it will be okay.

Right now Brandon is trying to eat his way out of his swing, between coughs. I better go rescue the swing....I mean...him.

Wonderful Thought

There is nothing like it, when my son snuggles right into me when he is eating or sleeping. His feet touch and play with me. And when I hold him close in my arms, his hand rubs along my hand and arm. Nothing brings me greater joy and delight than these things. Except, hearing him giggle.

So, You Think You're So Cute!

Brandon has wanted nothing but 'boob' today. He whines if he doesn't have it. He whines if he lets go for a second or two. He does nothing but whine. He is now looking at me with a "Why did you make me stop, while you write about me?" look. Aw gees, I need a moment too!

These shots were taken on the bathroom floor. Yes, Brandon too, whines when he is not in my presnece. *sigh*

Sharp Dressed Baby

I swear, in this photo, my son looks like a baby Bruce Willis.

Finally New Pics Will Update

First, we started Brandon on solids yesterday. He ate 2/3 of the bowl. I am so proud of him. Well, the mixture was more milk than anything. I wouldn't even say it was really solid. It was very watery. I don't think I mixed it right. Right now, he is asleep. When he wakes, we will try again.
Second, my shiny new hair colours. My friend, R dyed it blonde then put in light blonde and brown highlights. It looks awesome!
I just got an email to attend a CGA orientation. Too bad I cannot go. Lee works Friday night and it is also the day before my sister-in-law's wedding. So, there would be no relative to babysit. And Saturday is the wedding. I feel very screwed. I would have liked to attend.

I had a dream, last night, more likely this morning, that I was back in high school. And art was on my scheduele. I can't even draw a stick man. I remember being in some kind of philasophical class then skipping my next class, amazingly was art, by staying in the current class I was in. Eventually, the teacher had to ask me to leave. I went upstairs to find my next class, but I was lost. Then I woke up.

Oh, we got new furniture yesterday. A swanky new solid oak table that seats 6, plus it extends further. It came with a buffet and hutch, so now I have a place to put my wine glasses and fancy china. Yay!

Crappy Day but Nice Surprises

The day started with promise but so far this.

I do not like my moms group. No one talked to me. I was the only one who was not talking in a little group durring socialize time. I felt very left out.

Well, since that was a bust, who knew where the rest of the day will lead.

But to my surprise, Brandon learned to llift his head up while he was on his front. What an awesome boy! He can even look around and smile. He even tried to crawl a bit. Way to go over-acheiver!

Then, I made something called cuttlefish for supper. It was disgusting. The texture was rubbery. I could not eat my dinner. Lee and I must go out for burgers while we shop for a dining room table. I'll let you know how that goes,

The Wrong Size Calapsable Sunglasses (with UV protection)

Let me tell you about my day.

First, I go out to find Brandon an outfit for Lee's sister's wedding next week. There are no formal outfits in Brandon's size other than Christining Outfits. Basic formal outfits start at 12months. So, I compromise and buy a 12month outfit that is clearly too big for my son. Mom, said she would be glad to hem it down to fir Brandon. Fine.

Next, I walk back to the car, I am about to put Brandon in his carseat and I notice, on the stroller, a pair of baby sunglasses I saw and put on Brandon to see how cute he would be with sunglasses. Well, I must've put them on the tray and forgot about them. I walked out of the store without paying for them. Dear God, I am now a thief! I kept them. They are cute and they are just a pair of plastic sunglasses (with UV protection). They probably were only $2 or $3 anyways. Besides, the alarm didn't go off cause there was no tag on them. Okay? Okay.

So far, so good. Wait for it.

Lastly, I come home this afternoon and find...my dining room table has calapsed. It caved in in the middle. Right now, it is being suspended by the two chairs that happened to be there, otherwise, I'm sure it would be on the floor. Yeah, not too thrilled about having to buy a dining room set right away. Can't really afford it right now. But I guess life doesn't care about, "Can't afford it right now."

Does anyone know where to buy a good, sturdy, reliable, wood dining room set that will seat 6 or more people? For cheapish? And not IKEA. I don't have a problem with IKEA, I just don't want IKEA for a my dining room.

Quick Update

I have been, well, rather lazy of late. I haven't had the urge to update my blog.

A quick note, this weekend, I started Brandon a babybook. Yes, I have become a Scrapbooker. And I enjoy it. I am rather good at it too. I started out with 12 pages for the book. That will have to do for now. While I am doing my course, I do not need a pleasant distraction. There are plently enough to go around.

Speaking of my course, I am quite nervous actually. I have major assignments to do each week, plus 2 discussions I must participate in for marks. Holy shit! And most of the material for FA4 is from the CICA handbook. Most of this course is theory. It's not supposed to be. What the hell! I thought it was going to be more...you know...accounting.

Anyways, another update to come soon.

Anyone who was nervous about school or being smart and getting good grades, I could use a pep talk.

Old Friends

My friend Corey.
Corey eating some gelato. Corey and I in Organic Roots.
Okay, okay, so I went trigger happy with the camera.

Tonight I got to see my friend Corey. I haven't seen Corey in over 5 years. We had quite a bit of catching up to do. (No kidding!) And you know what I realized? I missed Corey. I missed hanging with him. We used to hang in coffee shops everywhere, and we could talk about anything and nothing. It was comfortable. It still is. Being with him tonight, was like nothing had ever changed. I love friendships like that.