Today is the last day for a long time in which I've got to get up, shower, find underwear and socks, coiff up, co-ordinate my outfit, have breakfast, catch the train and go to work at a set time.
For the next year I will be on-call 24/7 but at least I don't have to shower. Or get dressed. Or eat. Or do anything on a set schedule. Am I kind of excited about that? I think so.
Also, I'll be able to eat whatever I want, whenever I want. Now that's exciting! I may have just peed a little bit but that may be from the baby squishing my bladder...
September 25, 2009
September 14, 2009
Collision Course Set!
Mr. Stinky and I went grocery shopping. We were in the produce section. While he was selecting several apples of choice for later consumption I pushed the cart. Very mundane, not at all interesting. Until the bumper cart rolled along.
A woman with a toddler in her cart decided to leave her little side street aisle to rejoin the main aisle, which was where I waited for Mr. Stinky. I had my cart pushed to the side so as not to block traffic. She wasn't paying absolute attention to her surroundings but didn't seem completely oblivious at the same time so let's just call her careless. As she swung her cart into the main aisle she took the corner way too sharply and smashed into the front corner of my cart. Hard enough to jettison my cart backwards and into my ever expanding belly.
I was a little bemused by this woman and it probably showed on my face. She flicked her eyes up at me with a harried expression and uttered a quick "sorry" to which I responded with a bland smile and "OK". To allow her safe passage I pulled my cart back a few inches so we wouldn't be wedged together any longer.
Instead of correcting the position of her cart she pushed her cart forward and therefore staying the course of her previous ramming path, abused my cart and belly some more. The carts were locked and screaming at each other and still she pushed. Remember I said I was in the main aisle, right? That means there was plenty of space in which to maneuver, but I suppose she decided the quickest way out of there was to scrape her cart all along the corner of mine violently before finally becoming free of entanglement. In terms of being in actual cars, my front corner would've been quite smashed up while her car would have been smashed and scraped up all down the side. And still she kept going.
After this incident Mr. Stinky returned with a bag of apples and made a comment about female Asian drivers and I laughed loudly. In the parking lot, we gave her plenty of time to load up and drive away before we dared tread on the same roadways. I still can't believe how poorly she handled her cart but has a driver's licence.
A woman with a toddler in her cart decided to leave her little side street aisle to rejoin the main aisle, which was where I waited for Mr. Stinky. I had my cart pushed to the side so as not to block traffic. She wasn't paying absolute attention to her surroundings but didn't seem completely oblivious at the same time so let's just call her careless. As she swung her cart into the main aisle she took the corner way too sharply and smashed into the front corner of my cart. Hard enough to jettison my cart backwards and into my ever expanding belly.
I was a little bemused by this woman and it probably showed on my face. She flicked her eyes up at me with a harried expression and uttered a quick "sorry" to which I responded with a bland smile and "OK". To allow her safe passage I pulled my cart back a few inches so we wouldn't be wedged together any longer.
Instead of correcting the position of her cart she pushed her cart forward and therefore staying the course of her previous ramming path, abused my cart and belly some more. The carts were locked and screaming at each other and still she pushed. Remember I said I was in the main aisle, right? That means there was plenty of space in which to maneuver, but I suppose she decided the quickest way out of there was to scrape her cart all along the corner of mine violently before finally becoming free of entanglement. In terms of being in actual cars, my front corner would've been quite smashed up while her car would have been smashed and scraped up all down the side. And still she kept going.
After this incident Mr. Stinky returned with a bag of apples and made a comment about female Asian drivers and I laughed loudly. In the parking lot, we gave her plenty of time to load up and drive away before we dared tread on the same roadways. I still can't believe how poorly she handled her cart but has a driver's licence.
September 04, 2009
Slow Friday
I don't think this baby subscribes to the same newsletters that I do on fetal development. For the past couple of weeks I've been told that I should be feeling fewer movement than before because there's less room in my belly for baby to move around. Let me tell you how strongly baby disagrees as he seems incredibly determined to make more space in there. I am keenly aware of baby's every waking moment, especially in the middle of the night when I sometimes think of rolling on top of my belly to stop the in utero break dancing. If I thought that Bugbug was crazy active - which she totally is, this next one will run circles around her. I am worried.
Also had a run-in with a co-worker who annoys me muchly. I've probably written about her before but I don't remember if I ever gave her a name. When I see her approaching I will usually turn around and walk the other way regardless of how not subtle and super rude it looks. When she does manage to corner me to interrogate my personal life I will be polite but give very minimal answers so as to discourage friendship.
Today she followed me straight into the washroom and there was no way for me to escape. I took a deep breath and put on a smile.
Woman I Do Not Like: Oh! You're still here! (referencing my pregnant belly)
Stinky T: Yes I am. (No shit, Sherlock is what I really wanted to say. Unoriginal yes, but nobody asked you.)
WIDNL: But your baby is coming soon. How much longer?
Stinky T: Oh, end of the month.
WIDNL: One more month??
Stinky T: No, end of the month.
Pause
WIDNL: One more week?
At this point I just ignored her, finished up and left.
Also had a run-in with a co-worker who annoys me muchly. I've probably written about her before but I don't remember if I ever gave her a name. When I see her approaching I will usually turn around and walk the other way regardless of how not subtle and super rude it looks. When she does manage to corner me to interrogate my personal life I will be polite but give very minimal answers so as to discourage friendship.
Today she followed me straight into the washroom and there was no way for me to escape. I took a deep breath and put on a smile.
Woman I Do Not Like: Oh! You're still here! (referencing my pregnant belly)
Stinky T: Yes I am. (No shit, Sherlock is what I really wanted to say. Unoriginal yes, but nobody asked you.)
WIDNL: But your baby is coming soon. How much longer?
Stinky T: Oh, end of the month.
WIDNL: One more month??
Stinky T: No, end of the month.
Pause
WIDNL: One more week?
At this point I just ignored her, finished up and left.
August 26, 2009
Hockey Fight
I was pretty excited for Jim Balsillie in the beginning when he put in a bid to buy the Phoenix Coyotes with plans to move them to Hamilton, Ontario coz wow, a Canadian bringing the Canadian game back to Canada! But as the hockey opera drags on and he's resorted to mudslinging and petulance I'm wondering what exactly he's trying to achieve.
I may not be an international business magnate so perhaps he knows better but it seems to make sense to me that when trying to enter an extremely exclusive boys' club run by a teeny tiny little bobble headed person that you try to get as many allies as you can instead of smearing their names in the mud. I don't think that's part of any initiation process so at this point it seems to me that even Mr. Balsillie knows that he's not going to be allowed to buy the team. For payback, he's going to take down the league?
I don't know if what he's doing will ultimately clear up and improve the league or not. Right now he's looking pretty immature, at least from what the media reports. Call me a lightweight but I don't think I can support him and his cause any longer.
I may not be an international business magnate so perhaps he knows better but it seems to make sense to me that when trying to enter an extremely exclusive boys' club run by a teeny tiny little bobble headed person that you try to get as many allies as you can instead of smearing their names in the mud. I don't think that's part of any initiation process so at this point it seems to me that even Mr. Balsillie knows that he's not going to be allowed to buy the team. For payback, he's going to take down the league?
I don't know if what he's doing will ultimately clear up and improve the league or not. Right now he's looking pretty immature, at least from what the media reports. Call me a lightweight but I don't think I can support him and his cause any longer.
August 04, 2009
Status Quo
It's puzzling to me when a person I haven't seen in awhile but knew I was pregnant exclaims with surprise, "Hi Stinky T, wow, you've gotten big!" Was I supposed to stay the same size until we met up again? Surely they knew that I'm supposed to get all big and unwieldy as the months crawl by..
I realize a lot of times it's due to people feeling the need to say something for the sake of being friendly, starting up a conversation, something.. it's probably along the same lines as "How 'bout them Leafs?" and "Can you believe the weather lately?" but yah. It's boring.
I think I may have heaved and rolled off the wrong side of the bed this morning if comments like that bug me. I want to be comforted by heaping mounds of junk food, none of which I'm allowed to have. That makes me even more grumpy. This post got angrier the more I typed. I'm just going to pout.
I realize a lot of times it's due to people feeling the need to say something for the sake of being friendly, starting up a conversation, something.. it's probably along the same lines as "How 'bout them Leafs?" and "Can you believe the weather lately?" but yah. It's boring.
I think I may have heaved and rolled off the wrong side of the bed this morning if comments like that bug me. I want to be comforted by heaping mounds of junk food, none of which I'm allowed to have. That makes me even more grumpy. This post got angrier the more I typed. I'm just going to pout.
June 19, 2009
Bug-bug Says Melo-melon
I've been eating on average one watermelon per week for the past month or so. We're talking about those 15lb suckers, mind you so that's a lot of watermelon. At first Mr. Stinky expressed dismay over how much space the cut up fruit was taking up in the fridge and thought that most of it would probably be dumped when I'd either gotten sick of watermelon or just couldn't finish it all before it went bad. He doesn't complain anymore.
Being pregnant with Bug-bug I ate a lot of fruit too, I'd sit down and polish off a platter from Costco within a few days but there wasn't a constant need for fruit. And there wasn't a particular thing that I had to had to eat.
This time, yes boys and girls, the Stinky one has been sperminated again, I feel a void if I haven't stuffed my face with watermelon every single day. On the plus side it's mostly water but packed with good nutrients so I'm not putting on unnecessary weight because all my other binging foods already fill that requirement nicely. Another pleasant side effect is that it actually makes me feel better when my stomach is unsettled. Who knew watermelon was the new anti nauseant/antacid?
I'm due early October. Here's hoping I don't deliver a watermelon.
Being pregnant with Bug-bug I ate a lot of fruit too, I'd sit down and polish off a platter from Costco within a few days but there wasn't a constant need for fruit. And there wasn't a particular thing that I had to had to eat.
This time, yes boys and girls, the Stinky one has been sperminated again, I feel a void if I haven't stuffed my face with watermelon every single day. On the plus side it's mostly water but packed with good nutrients so I'm not putting on unnecessary weight because all my other binging foods already fill that requirement nicely. Another pleasant side effect is that it actually makes me feel better when my stomach is unsettled. Who knew watermelon was the new anti nauseant/antacid?
I'm due early October. Here's hoping I don't deliver a watermelon.
June 15, 2009
Chop Chop!
OK, I sort of fibbed. The month of May came to a close and I didn't do it. Only because I neglected to look at the calendar when I first told you I'd cut my hair and see that it was already end of the month. But anyway, I did it. Last Friday I took the plunge and had a big rat tail's length of hair chopped off. Well, longer than a regular rat at least. I keep wanting to make some metaphor about foot-long hotdogs for some strange reason, but it just doesn't work that way so I'll have to show you the results.
My hair is now, on average about 16 inches shorter. It's really kind of crazy considering how different it looks and feels. I was really very apprehensive about it because I'm a wash and go kind of person, how would I manage short hair that might need styling products, blow dryers, nifty techniques and such? As it turns out, my stylist did such an amazing job I don't have to do much at all. It sits as nicely as it did the day she did me (hee!) and I only have to rub in a dab of mousse to keep the a few stray strands of bangs out of my eyes.
So without further ado, my before and after plus the casualty that will be sent to some wig making charity. In the after picture, one side of my head looks a little flat. That's because after I left the salon I couldn't stop touching and fussing with my crazy new 'do and thus wrecked the symmetry of the stylist's magical creation. Rest assured that I have since stopped touching myself (double hee!) and everything is once again very much unflat-looking.
My hair is now, on average about 16 inches shorter. It's really kind of crazy considering how different it looks and feels. I was really very apprehensive about it because I'm a wash and go kind of person, how would I manage short hair that might need styling products, blow dryers, nifty techniques and such? As it turns out, my stylist did such an amazing job I don't have to do much at all. It sits as nicely as it did the day she did me (hee!) and I only have to rub in a dab of mousse to keep the a few stray strands of bangs out of my eyes.
So without further ado, my before and after plus the casualty that will be sent to some wig making charity. In the after picture, one side of my head looks a little flat. That's because after I left the salon I couldn't stop touching and fussing with my crazy new 'do and thus wrecked the symmetry of the stylist's magical creation. Rest assured that I have since stopped touching myself (double hee!) and everything is once again very much unflat-looking.
May 26, 2009
Big Cut
I plan on getting a hair cut soon. And then I plan on donating that hair so that it can be made into a wig for a someone whose lost his/her hair due to a medical condition (eg. cancer, burns, alopecia, etc.). One of the requirements is 8-12 inches of hair, depending on the charity. I have just enough for 12 inches so that qualifies me for all of the causes out there.
I keep stalling for several reasons:
> I like having really long hair right now
> I can't find a short style I like and want to maintain... currently it's just wash and go
> It's going to be a drastic change
The big cut will take place sometime within the next couple of weeks, I promised Mr. Stinky that I would do it in May when it gets warm. I may post some pictures, I hope the end result doesn't cause me to cry profusely and wear a hat for several months thereafter.
I keep stalling for several reasons:
> I like having really long hair right now
> I can't find a short style I like and want to maintain... currently it's just wash and go
> It's going to be a drastic change
The big cut will take place sometime within the next couple of weeks, I promised Mr. Stinky that I would do it in May when it gets warm. I may post some pictures, I hope the end result doesn't cause me to cry profusely and wear a hat for several months thereafter.
April 30, 2009
April 27, 2009
Watching Boobs and Hockey
A few weeks ago I went to one of Mr. Stinky's hockey games to watch his team lose horribly to the underdog. That's not the point. I was in the restaurant/lounge/viewing area above the rinks and it was full of spectators and families. Little kids running around, babies squalling, mommies playing referree and everyone else. Luckily for me, H was watching Bug Bug at home so I didn't have to spend the hour running after anybody. Yah, my kid's a crazy non-stop ball of energy but you already knew that.
As my eyes wandered around (which was pretty often seeing's how it was obvious Mr. Stinky's team would not be mounting any comeback campaigns of the year), I caught sight of a random guy checking me out. Flattery fluttered about until I turned to look behind me and spotted two very pink and blonde baby Britneys with heaving cleavages and bosoms practically laid out on platters o' silver. Seriously, their chests were prepared for those shots of alcoholic beverages everyone does at rowdy drinking parties.
Yah, there really isn't a point to this story other than how perfectly round and pushed out those boobies were. It makes me worry what I'm going to do when Bug Bug hits puberty and wants to leave the house dressed in strands of spider webs and little else because that's what the trend is and no it's not cold and I don't need a jacket and mooooom, if I don't wear this all the other kids will think I'm uncool. My parents didn't have to worry about me in that respect, I was pretty butch until I hit my 20s and friends were surprised to discover there were boobs underneath all the layers when I finally came out wearing just a tank top.
What is that saying about having kids? "When you have a boy there's only one dick, when you have a girl you gotta worry about all the other dicks." Shit.
As my eyes wandered around (which was pretty often seeing's how it was obvious Mr. Stinky's team would not be mounting any comeback campaigns of the year), I caught sight of a random guy checking me out. Flattery fluttered about until I turned to look behind me and spotted two very pink and blonde baby Britneys with heaving cleavages and bosoms practically laid out on platters o' silver. Seriously, their chests were prepared for those shots of alcoholic beverages everyone does at rowdy drinking parties.
Yah, there really isn't a point to this story other than how perfectly round and pushed out those boobies were. It makes me worry what I'm going to do when Bug Bug hits puberty and wants to leave the house dressed in strands of spider webs and little else because that's what the trend is and no it's not cold and I don't need a jacket and mooooom, if I don't wear this all the other kids will think I'm uncool. My parents didn't have to worry about me in that respect, I was pretty butch until I hit my 20s and friends were surprised to discover there were boobs underneath all the layers when I finally came out wearing just a tank top.
What is that saying about having kids? "When you have a boy there's only one dick, when you have a girl you gotta worry about all the other dicks." Shit.
April 22, 2009
Meaningless Musing
It's interesting that all the players the Maple Leafs got rid of are now on teams in the playoffs. Or, they were as of yesterday. I don't think any of them ended up in St. Louis...
Anyway, so better to get booted than stay in Toronto huh? Not like the Leafs are going anywhere even though every year we predict the return of Lord Stanley's cup to this Original Six. Just my thought of the day.
I'm starving.
Anyway, so better to get booted than stay in Toronto huh? Not like the Leafs are going anywhere even though every year we predict the return of Lord Stanley's cup to this Original Six. Just my thought of the day.
I'm starving.
April 21, 2009
Maternity Tax
When I went on maternity leave we thought it was going to be great in terms of finances. Not only would I be saving on transportation, shopping, eating out and general spending but I'd still be getting paid, even if on a reduced scale. Everyone around me said the same thing as well. What a great thing to be on maternity leave; a year off from "work", a year to spend with my baby and a year to enjoy saving money.
No, kids are not cheap at all but if you're a smart shopper and stock up on the basics like clothes, food and diapers ($9.97/Pamper megapak, reg. $17.99) (!!) when they go on sale plus clip coupons, then the potential to save a ton of money is there for the taking.
Imagine my shock and horror when tax time rolls along and the government wants like, all that money back and scrapes it violently from my colon walls without the courtesy of using any lube to make the pain easier to bear. This is my warning to all new and expecting parents: the government doesn't care about you staying at home to raise a family. They'll let you keep the baby but your money belongs to them.
No, kids are not cheap at all but if you're a smart shopper and stock up on the basics like clothes, food and diapers ($9.97/Pamper megapak, reg. $17.99) (!!) when they go on sale plus clip coupons, then the potential to save a ton of money is there for the taking.
Imagine my shock and horror when tax time rolls along and the government wants like, all that money back and scrapes it violently from my colon walls without the courtesy of using any lube to make the pain easier to bear. This is my warning to all new and expecting parents: the government doesn't care about you staying at home to raise a family. They'll let you keep the baby but your money belongs to them.
April 16, 2009
Happy Welcoming Back to the Prodigal Me
I'm back, sort of.
I think.
We'll see.
I sort of feel like writing again but I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue this page or start another, make a fresh start. For now I think I'll stay here and see how I like it.
Wow, I didn't say anything of value at all. Guess I am back.
I think.
We'll see.
I sort of feel like writing again but I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue this page or start another, make a fresh start. For now I think I'll stay here and see how I like it.
Wow, I didn't say anything of value at all. Guess I am back.
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