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.