Thursday, March 22, 2007

What the?

Has anybody else noticed the marketing of adult cereals with "chocolatey" bits in them recently? Okay, first "chocolately" does not mean there is chocolate, so stop trying to convince us that this is chocolate we are eating 'cause it is not. Second, don't tell me how low in calories it is. If I want chocolate, I don't give a frack about how many calories is in the damn thing, I WANT CHOCOLATE. Third, if I want chocolate (which I think we have already established, your honour, that I do), what is going to make me think that I really want cereal instead? "I want a chocolate bar, hmmmmm-no I think I'll just have some cereal instead." Who has this conversation with themselves (or anyone else for that matter)? Jesus-H-Christ on a piece of toast, just get a frigging bag of M&Ms and get on with it already.

Anyhow, a big treat my my beloved for you all. He has gotten around to getting our video camera tape on the digital thingamie bob. This means (what, you didn't understand from my completely technical explanation?) that all of the video we have been taking of Nate will make it's way onto the computer!!!!! Prepare to be bored y'all. The first instalment is a lovely little bit of Nate and Snoopy having some fun.

S'all for now.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Kiss me

I'm Irish, well sorta. Ancestrally you know? Just kiss me anyhow dammit!

The world is chok a block with babies the past little bit. Two of my friends have recently had little girls, one in Australia and one just down the street. They are totally adorable! They make me think of when Nate was just a little 'un. I really miss it. He was so tiny. Not that I'd trade him or anything 'cause he's lots of fun. If you ask him now what a cow says, he consistently says something between "boo" and "moo." I think he's got sheep down as well, but we won't commit to that one yet. Oh, and he likes to wear food on his head. Noodles mostly, and the occasional bit of roast beef.

Just a little peek into the life. I'm going to get my hands on some chocolate.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

You ever just want to...

Jam your face into a pillow and scream until you just can't anymore?

Sit down and have a good cry for no really good reason at all?

Glower at everyone who even looks like they might not subscribe to your world view?

Visit horrible acts of violence on people who wouldn't make room for you on the skytrain this morning, or talk too loud about ridiculous things on their cellphones or just LITTER?

Laugh hysterically cause there isn't anything better you can think of to do except jam something in your eye?

Take all of those things and combine them with a bone-deep weariness that makes you feel defeated in all things and that's been my last week or so on the hormone express. It doesn't matter what you say Ms. or Mr. Reader, or even what you think cause that's how it is. Actually, that's how it is light. It is actually much worse in reality. Maybe, just maybe hormones didn't cause all those things to happen, but you tell the seething cauldron of hatred, despair, moroseness, and rage that is barely contained within the limits of me that they had nothing-to -do-with-it-all-thank-you-very-much.

I swear sometimes there is just the finest thinnest skin protecting the world from the inside of me.

Drama Queen.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Hey there!

Poor little Nate got his first year shots yesterday. Since then he's had a fever, which is normal. What isn't normal is that his nose is running, he's coughing (and crying every time he coughs cause his throat hurts) and he is very very unhappy. Is it possible that we are unlucky enough to have Nate get his shots just as he was coming down with a cold? Sure it is! He was miserable and clingy for most of the day. It's kind of terrible but I kind of liked the clingy-ness. He'd just snuggle down on me and watch Sesame Street, and except for the sick part I was in Mama heaven.

I forgot to post these video links for y'all of the not-sick Nate. One of Nate getting his first red packet at Chinese New Year, and the other of Nate in his fire engine hat, which except for this moment caught on film, he hates and won't wear.