sassy_red_head

 I moved to Ottawa between grades 10 and 11.   I went from going to French Catholic school to English public school.  The differences in the social interactions were vast.

Shortly after starting school I met this guy and he was very friendly.  We hung out a fair amount, mostly with his friends as well and it was all very fun and such.  I liked him but also felt awkward about being in a new city and not really feeling like I fit anywhere.   A few weeks later I remember having lunch outside the school and a couple of his friends were there and they asked me if I liked him and wanted to date him.

Of course I did! But what did I say to them?  Something along the lines of "No not really".  Obviously he stopped calling me and we lost touch until a couple of years later he came into the store where I was working to try on shoes.  Half way through he did the whole "Do I know you from somewhere?" thing.  UGH

Anyways I guess the whole point was that at that time in my life, I was so guarded about my feeling for fear of being judged by them.  Like "OMG you LIKE him??? Well HE doesn't like YOU HAHAHAHA!"  Not that these people would have done that but that was pretty much my entire internal monologue until I was about 23 years old.  So I played all my cards close to the chest.

I wonder what my life would have turned out to be had I not been so socially inept as a teenager (although all teenagers are socially inept to varying degrees I'm certain).  Not that I wish for a different life by any means.  I know that I am where I am today because of every single moment of my past.

On this day:

In 2008 - it was a perfect swimming day, just like today but today I have no car and no one to go with.
In 2007 - I still use the same shampoo but I switched to the honey hair conditioner because it smells so awesome
In 2006 - hahaha I love comics!
In 2005 - the door thing still happens all too often

 Here's a little shopping tip:

Not every item is gendered, but for some reason, stored will divide things like umbrellas into men's and women's.  Who the fuck knows why, it's not like some are vagina operated and some are penis operated but WHATEVER.  The tip is here, when you are buying an umbrella from a department store, check the ones in the men's section because they will be of better quality and be half the price.

On another umbrella note, when you come in from the rain, it's really not necessary to leave your open umbrella on the floor to air dry.  It's really not, so please stop.

On this day:

In 2008 - 
In 2007 - mouth noises
In 2006 - not because it's full of tacos
In 2005 - oxymoronic

 I'll start this off by saying that I don't have any cold hard proof but I'll tell you the things I know for sure and let you decide for yourself.

The breakup with my ex was long and complicated. It took forever to be over and done with it because we broke up the last week of the month and not wanting to stay living in the same house (let alone the same room) I had to find a new place to live really fucking fast.  I ended up 'settling' on a 200 square foot bachelor apartment downtown for which I was paying $600 per month.

It was really tiny and I had a house full of stuff (appliances furniture etc) that I cut my losses on to get out of my situation.  Given that my move-in time was so short and my ex was trying to win me back, he said I could get stuff out of the house as I could find space for it etc.  I decided to forget about most of the big stuff and only brought:

-drafting table
-dresser
-one chair
-old trunk
-a tv 
-dvd player
-'boom box'
-dishes
-clothes

With all this stuff my place was totally packed but I still had lots of personal items that I wanted that I forgot about in my rush because they weren't necessary for every day life.  Lots of this included stuff that was my dad's or were other types of family relics (the pitiful fake x-mas tree from the 70's, old hi-8 tapes etc).  So every so often the ex and I would meet up and he'd give me some of my stuff and 'forget' some of my other stuff so that we'd have to meet up again.  

Brent and I had started dating by this point and I was putting up with the ex less and less but he was good at dangling things I wanted back in front of me.  Sometime in August he was over at my place.  I forget why exactly.  He wanted a cigarette so we went out on my 'balcony'.  My balcony was big enough for 2 people to stand on and that's it.  It was between my window and the fire escape so basically you could climb up the fire escape to my balcony.  He noticed that my screen was a little popped out and I explained that Percy had seen one of my neighbour's cats and smashed into the screen popping it out a little.  At that point I just pushed it back from the outside and he said

"You should get Brent to put a nail in that or else you'll lose Percy down the fire escape."

I wasn't too worried about it since I saw her hit it full force and it didn't come out enough for her to fit out.

Maybe one week later, Brent was spending the night and the next morning the screen was popped out a lot and Percy was nowhere to be found (really the place was miniscule, I didn't even have to look for her for more than 30 seconds).  I went out on my balcony and looked down and didn't see her (I was only 1 floor up so she wouldn't have died from jumping but still...)  My neighbour 'the cat lady' was out on her balcony and I asked her if she saw Percy and described her.  The lady looked very worried and said she hadn't seen her but if she did she would take her in and let me know.  She took care of the strays in the area in addition to her own cats.

I put up flyers and started to go to the humane society twice a week to look for her.

I saw the ex maybe a week after that and he asked me how Percy was so I had to tell him the story.  Then HE started going to the humane society too which was annoying to me as it was completely un-necessary.

Brent and I were moving in together the first week of September and I was worrying that I wouldn't find her before then.  We had a trip to Halifax planned for right after our move as well.  The time came and no sign of her.  I was sad and the whole trip was talking to Brent about how I wanted to get a new kitten when we got back but on the other hand how it wouldn't be the same as having Percy.

The trip was a week long and by the time we got back Percy had been missing one month.

There was a message on my answering machine (we kept the same number as at my apartment to save fees) from the ex about how he found Percy at the humane society while we were on vacation.  Oh what fortune!  I mean, if he wasn't going there she would just have been adopted out to someone else right? Well, I did register with them to get a call if any cat matching her description arrived, I never got a call but I digress...  We made arrangements for me to pick her up and he made all kinds of stipulations and basically held her hostage for a couple of days until he realized I wasn't playing his stupid game.

Brent drove me to the ex's and waited in the car while I went in to get her.  The ex led me up to his (our old) room and had to move the bed to get her out from under it.  She was SO SKINNY, like she hadn't eaten the entire time and she looked totally terrified and miserable even though it was the same place and same people she had lived with for the past few years.  

He told me that when he found her at the humane society, they gave him the full contact information of the person who brought her in and it turned out it was the cat lady.  He said he went to thank her and that she told him that she had seen Brent open the balcony door early in the morning and throw Percy out of it.  I asked him to explain why she didn't say that to me when I first spoke to her and he could not.

Also, my apartment was literally one room and the bed was on stilts so there's no fucking way Brent could have done that without me noticing, not to mention that he WOULDN'T do that.

Anyways that's my story now you tell me, did he cat-nap her?

On this day:

In 2008 - 
In 2007 - 
In 2006 - 
In 2005 - The Grudge is a fucking scary movie

 So my best friend is moving back to town/the country this month.  It's blowing my fucking mind.  I'm so used to seeing her for a week here or there in a year and communicating via blogging and email and somewhat over the phone.  I can't imagine what it will be like for he to actually be here.  Maybe we'll just email each other for the first month to ease into it...

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Work has been ok so far.  I feel fine about being there but the second I walk out the door to go home I'm all "GET OUT OF MY WAY I HAVE A BABY TO PICK UP" and I will the bus driver to speed the whole way home and ignore red lights. SO GOOD that I don't drive to work!

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Ok so here's a funny story.  I have these gorgeous cut glass double flared plugs and I put them in... I dunno, over a month ago anyways.  They were a little hard to get in but my ears are stretchy so with a little lube I got them in.  Then when I tried to take them out I couldn't!  My ears had lost their stretch and the flares were just that touch too big.  So I just left them in.  Luckily they go with every outfit. I could move them around enough to keep everything clean so that wasn't an issue but yesterday I had visions of wanting to take them out and having to have my lobes cut.  So I decided to just slowly work them out over the whole evening and all of today and first thing this morning they popped out.

I have vowed never to put them in again.

You know what? That story isn't very interesting.  

I actually have a few excellent post ideas right now but I do not have the energy to dedicate to them that they require to be truly excellent.  But I will post the topics:

-the time my ex-boyfriend kidnapped my cat Percy and tried to blame Brent for her disappearance
-when my mom signed me up for acting lessons 
-when my mom signed me up for skating lessons
-when I really liked this guy but told his friends I didn't and he never called me again

On this day:

In 2008 - I talk about things that come out of my bagingo (actually, just a little dude)
In 2007 - 
In 2006 - 
In 2005 - 

 As has been pointed out here and on facebook, I've already made a huge error in my independent study.  Somewhere between thinking about it, doing preliminary research and actually writing a post, I went from thinking Metis to thinking Mi'kmaq.  

My entire post SHOULD be about Metis, except for the part about how to spell Mi'kmaq, that part is still accurate.

More to come as my research continues...

On this day:

in 2008 - 
In 2007 - appreciative or perverted?
In 2006 - my mom really loves me, she just doesn't know how to show it
In 2005 - Norman the pigeon

 You are redundant.  Sometimes you sound like S and sometimes you sound like K but you never have a sound of your own.

As far as I can tell, your only use is to denote the pronunciation of O and that could easily be done with an accent.  You're lucky English is anti-accent or else you would have been fired by now.

 I went to French Catholic school in the outskirts of Toronto for the majority of my education.  I'd say 99% of the history taught to me was Canadian and most of that had to do with European settlers and the establishment of Catholicism within Ontario and Quebec with respect to the native population.

I know that I was taught a lot about the first nations for many years but I also know that I've forgotten most of it.  I remember random things like longhouses and small children being bribed with pulled taffy to go to catholic school.  I decided to take it upon myself to relearn the basics and to hopefully go more in-depth.  

When I was finished contemplating which tribe to start with, I announced my decision to Brent - The Micmacs.  And then he told me they were not a 'real' tribe and I was very stunned.

Turns out, the Micmacs are born of the union of a First Nations individual and a European individual and Louis Riel is the most famous of them all.  I know of him as we spent a great deal of time learning about his greatness however, I was always left with the impressions that he was half Micmac and half French.  Either my teacher wasn't so clear or the concept just went over my head I guess.

The second thing I learnt was that the people themselves spell is Mi'kmaq, so that's the way I will do it from now on.

It's late now so I'll continue the learning another day and I'll share the parts I find the most compelling.  

How much do you know about the Mi'kmaq?  Where would you suggest I turn to teach myself about them?

On this day:

In 2008 - I officially become a mommy blogger
In 2007 - I had to remove Bernie's butt licking photo because some guy who was obviously into beastiality added it as a favorite on flickr. I'll email it to you if you MUST see it
In 2006 - Tyrone made a photo post
In 2005 - ...

 favorite place to buy purses online? (or IRL I guess but if there isn't a store in my area that won't help me much)

I really hate SLOPPY looking bags and I need one or two bags to update my accessory wardrobe.

 Yesterday I was giving Bobby a bath and he started making the face.  I figured, rather than clean out a tub to poopy water and re-bathe him, I'd plop him on the potty and see what happens.

I pulled him out of the tub, wrapped a blanket around him and immediately started reading him a bath book.  4 short pages later I picked him up was was impressed that he dropped a deuce in there along with some pee.  (I don't think I've ever NOT peed when pooping was involved, how about you?)  I obviously took a photo (next months update will be spectacular) and called people to brag.

So I mentioned it at work today and one coworker seemed a little horrified.  She then said something along the lines of (obviously paraphrasing) "You don't want to start that this early! It will make him hate the toilet!!!"  Doesn't that seem a little insane?  It's not like I put him on there and proclaim he must sit there until he poops!  

Moving on to tonight.  It was bath time and I got Bobby all nekkid.  I decided to sit him on the potty before putting him in the tub just to see how he'd react.  I sat him down and started reading the same book.   One page in and he peed in the potty!  I cheered him on but I don't think he even knew he peed so he probably figured I was cheering myself for having read a sentence.

I figure, I'm not forcing anything and the more he gets used to sitting there and getting positive reactions when he eliminates into the potty (whether he knows that's what he's doing or not) the better.  He loves books and I practically read him 50 stories a day (now that I work all day, before it was closer to a billion) so I now plan on reading him a book on the potty right before his bath on a daily basis.  I'll take him off as soon as he seems unhappy and just plop him in the tub that will be ready and waiting.

CHANGE OF TOPIC

I have a PC at work and I need a cool wallpaper for it.  I TEND not to like photographs because I feel bad putting stuff on them (icons) so I like to use images that look like workspaces. work surfaces.  I used to have a great site for this bookmarked on my work computer but they upgraded my hardware while I was away and I lost all my bookmarks SO, what wallpaper or wallpaper site do YOU suggest.

{If graph paper were a person, I would totally have relations with it, so obviously right now I'm going to google-fu some graph paper inspire desktops}

EDIT:  I CAN NOT FIND A GRAPH PAPER DESKTOP!!!!  I don't have the patience to make one now. I would LOVE one that is the green grid on white where there are big squares at a thicker line weight with 5 rows and columns of thinner line weight squares within ... you know, if you aren't busy.

On this day:

In 2008 - 
In 2007 - and that was when I decided to stop eating meat (also, this year's strawberries still aren't out and I've decided to go with moss)
In 2006 - 
In 2005 - 

So Bobby is a year old today and we had a super fun birthday party for him. Unfortunately, that means that tomorrow I drag my ass back to work. Booourns!

On to the new cute stuff he does!

• tries to turn my head to show me something
• puts his food in my mouth
• takes all the paper out of Brent’s recycling bin
• has favorite things (prefers one book to another and wants me to read it over and over for example)
• hands things to me when he wants me to do something with it (ring a bell, blow a whistle, read a book, etc)
• turns the pages of his board books
• had rubella
• started day care part time
• we’re pretty sure he said “noodle”
• follows simple instructions (sit down, don’t touch that, wait etc)
• completed his first set of swimming lessons. The last class was wave pool day and he floated on his back in a life jacket as the waves came on and he was as happy as can be.
• took one whole step all on his own
• Official first word “No” Other words: “Yeah” “Don’t” - said as Donn
• walks along furniture
• goes up the stairs standing up (while holding someone’s hands)
• Can point to the things you tell him to find (Where’s Percy? etc)
• got his 7th tooth

Cleaning up around the house



Doing his taxes


Red on top and blonde on the sides




Reflection


Morning hair


Oh yeah, I got a hair cut


START OF BIRTHDAY PHOTOS

The cake (really it was banana oat molasses bread with ganache on top)... and a filthy stove


Baby owl


First car - it's a lease


Singing the birthday song


Playing peekaboo with the innards of the baby owl


Sooo messy!


Boppin up and down in my little red wagon - and a change of clothes


Tyrone tests it out


Standing


First beer


Peek...


a Boo!


Ahoy!





On this day:

In 2008 - I gave birth!
In 2007 - I wore shoes with dog poo on them
In 2006 - Registry boring stuff
In 2005 - Oh poo pills how I miss you!

 I find the BEST deal on my favorite cloth diapers and they don't ship to Canada.

Free trade my ass!

On this day:

In 2008 - it was hot out and the grass police were out in full force (it's not hot here yet... wtf???)
In 2007 - 
In 2006 - Ethan was born and I took a photo of myself
In 2005 - I got REALLY angry about a 'bank'  I got really angry today too, but not about a bank.  

 So it turns out Bobby's major case of teething is actually rubella, which, by the way, he's supposed to be vaccinated against in 2 weeks.  WAY TO GO TIMING.

I still think that he's teething though since it looks like there are some chompers coming.  I'm relieved that this is not how bad he'll get every time he gets new teeth though.

So I only found this out after picking him up from day care today (which went fine., he went for 2 hours, he'll be there longer next time and so on until he goes a full day) and he had a rash!  

Turns out, rubella seems like a bad cold or something and then the day after they seem to be all better BAM a rash.  Apparently once it gets to that stage it's not really contagious though so that's good and all the times I took him out before he got the rash and was contagious he just wanted to be attached to me anyways so he probably didn't infect anyone.  The only people at risk are babies under one or pregnant women and I don't think he came into contact with any so I don't feel too worried about that.

But if you are a pregnant woman or a baby under 1 in Ottawa watch out! Because apparently, rubella is making the rounds.

also: there is no treatment and you basically only get diagnosed with a blood test which no one is like going to give for cold symptoms.

So now Bobby is immune for life.  It wasn't THAT bad really so why we vaccinate against it is a little puzzling to me.  It's not generally life threatening unless you have an immune deficiency.

On this day:

In 2008 - decapitated baby cake
In 2007 - the sens were still in the play offs
In 2006 - we got new stuff for our house
In 2005 - ...

 Today was supposed to be Bobby's first day of daycare

Today I was supposed to make a billion batches of ravioli from scratch

Today I was supposed to take a shower

None of those things happened.

Bobby has been MAJORLY teething since Sunday mid-morning.  He's been nursing non-stop, no solids and up until today, I have had NO TIME where he was not physically on me because otherwise, all hell would break loose.  Although he was feeling somewhat better, he still wasn't at 100% and I thought that would be a shitty way to spend you first day at daycare.  And since they don't have a wet-nurse, he'd be starving (let me just mention here that he'll only sip a few sipe of milk out of anything other than my boob).

So he stayed home.  Luckily, I was able to put him in his crib for two naps and in that time I managed to make 24 burritos and froze 22.

Did I also mention that Brent is out of town?

Bobby is now sleeping in the middle of my bed surrounded by a pillow fortress because I don't give a shit about taking the effort to get him into his crib. For some reason, it takes a few tries to get him to sleep there  but you could throw him on our bed and he will stay asleep so that's what I did because....

*EXHALE*

fuuuuuuuuuck

I smell

With any luck, he'll make it to day care on Thursday and I can take a shower then.

My armpits smell like a fresh box of wax crayons... that's strange isn't it?

ok sleep time for me. Pray for a sunny day tomorrow so I'm not house bound. Thank you and good-night.

On this day:

In 2008 - I ate a candy bar.  I actually still remember that it was a coffee crisp
In 2007 - I miss parties where stupid shit happens
In 2006 - go figure...
In 2005 - university sea gulls

 Let me tell you something.

Boxer briefs are fucking comfortable!  I steal Brent's to sleep/lounge in on a regular basis.  I would wear them all the time but for the problem of the crotch. They are obviously made to hold a cock and some balls and since I have none there's some extra fabric bunching up the front if I try to wear them under say.... pants.

You might say "But Sassy Red Head, there are boy-cut short underwear made for women!" and you would be correct, but they do not come near to matching the glory of the boxer brief.  Firstly, the fabric is all wrong.  They are not made of the soft and forgiving cotton blend of the boxer brief.  They have some lycra or spandex or some other space age material that makes them cute and resilient, yes, but not very breathable.  Secondly, they are too short.  They cut straight across the leg at the crotch. but a boxer brief cuts and inch or two below the crotch.  Much more comfortable!

So basically, a boxer brief sans junk-pocket needs to be made for me.  Thanks!





On this day:

In 2008 - gymnast fetus
In 2007 - 
In 2006 - Brent sat in dog poop
In 2005 - the f-locked post is the better of the two

sassy-red-head.livejournal.com/2006/05/28/I guess this is day two of just reposting other peoples' posts but he specifically requested people do so!

A snippet:

Last week I blogged about how a number of weeks ago I wrote a letter to the editor of the Citizen asking that the Citizen publish nutritional information for its Food Section recipes. I included in my letter the calorie, sodium, fat and sugar counts for that week's recipes and pointed out that it took me all of 5 minutes to make the calculations. The letter never got published and so last week I calculated all the calories and asked readers to contact Ron Eade, the Citizen's Food Editor.

Ron kindly wrote me back and here's what he had to say,

"Dear Dr. Freedhoff,

We have in the past received requests for nutritional information in the Food section recipes, but we do not have the software to input the ingredient list to obtain this data. While we have in the past included nutritional information in recipes where it is provided by the originating source, sadly, most of our recipes from chefs, from the wire service(s), and books we consult do not include this. If it is a matter of buying the software, that is a decision for management at the Citizen who have budgetary authority.

Kind regards to you and your readers,

Ron Eade, Food editor."

The post then goes on to explain how the budget for this would be $0.00 to $20.00 and no more than 3 minutes of work per recipe. Then he gives you the nutritional info for this weeks recipes and some are quite shocking. CLICK HERE to go through to the original post and to find out more about what you can do to help get nutritional info given to the public.

On this day:

In 2008 - 
In 2007 - Sexist or funny?
In 2006 - One of my most honest entries ever (f-locked) and a foiled zip-tie plan
In 2005 - 

A White Bear has a really great post up right here asking some pretty interesting questions. I'm re-posting them here but you should really go over there to check out the comments. Let me know what you think too though! I'll put my own answers at the bottom.

When you get through a day, a week, or a year, and you evaluate it, what are the first terms by which you decide whether it was “good” or not?

1. Is your evaluation based primarily on:
(a) things that happened to you through little credit or blame of your own?
(b) things that you did that you were proud or ashamed of, regardless of their outcome?
(c) reactions from others to things you did, or things that happened to you?
(d) [other]

2. When you consider how you have changed over a specific period of time, what aspects of yourself are important? (Rank those that apply to you.)
(a) temperament/psychological stability
(b) achievements in education, career, or hobbies
(c) relationships with family and/or friends
(d) romantic/sexual successes or failures
(e) spiritual awareness or religious practice
(f) moral/ethical development
(g) change in financial stability
(h) fun
(i) engagement in culture and the arts
(j) physical health and well-being
(k) travel/purchases made
(l) [other]

3. How do you know if you’re using the time you have while you are alive in a satisfactory manner? (Rank those that apply to you.)
(a) I get happier
(b) I am better-liked
(c) I am more successful
(d) I feel more attractive
(e) I become wiser
(f) I am calmer
(g) I am kinder to others
(h) I get smarter
(i) I get physically healthier
(j) I have a better relationship with God/gods/the spiritual
(k) I am more careful with the environment
(l) I am more involved in political causes
(m) [other]

4. How have your priorities regarding the above questions changed from your expectations of life when you were a child?

My answers:

1- b
2- f, j, c, d, e
3- e, g, i, k – I was tempted to choose a as well but I think, looking back on it, that’s I’m generally consistently happy, or at least as happy as I can be given my life situation at the moment.
4- I think my expectations of life as a child were pretty much the same as they are now. Maybe as a child they were a little more idyllic. As a child I thought racism and sexism no longer existed and I’ve really only started to recognize it in my life in the past 5 years. I think though, that I’m more let down by the world I’ve grown into then what has become of me as I age.

As a child my idea of a good life was to be financially and emotionally independant. I’ve relaxed on that to the point where I want to share my life with others and that I’ve taken a year off to raise my child (going back to work next month) but it’s very important to be to be my own best support system and advocate.

On this day:

In 2008 - about my nudity
In 2007 - awww I REALLY want some drums.  I haven't played in over a year.
In 2006 - a voice post I made.
In 2005 - I feel bad for that fish now :( I threw it back... with a hole in it's face.

 My head feels like it's in a fucking vice.  It has for hours.

I took some Tylenol about an hour and a half ago because it's the only thing I can take while breastfeeding and it's doing nothing.  I've had gallons of water, also has done nothing.

I'm just gonna go to bed I guess and try to sleep it off.

Oh also, while I was pregnant my body allowed me to eat processed sugar like crazy with no ill effects and I've completely forgotten that before I was pregnant, it would regularly put my HOHAA out of commission.  ANYWAYS, yesterday was the last straw. As of today, I'm quitting he white devil.

And another thing, I would KILL for a decaf sweet iced tea.  Do you think it exists? I don't.

On this day:

In 2008 - my boobs were huge (as was the rest of me)
In 2007 - 
In 2006 - sex research
In 2005 - a typo forces me to water some pants

 Up until about a month ago, I really hated spending time in our back yard.  The gardens were a mess, the deck was over run with rogue bush and tree branches.  There were lots of unsightly weeds. Tyrone would poop on the deck.

I think you see where I'm going with this.

But this year Brent and I have really gotten on the ball.

First Brent built a small fence around my vegetable garden, to keep the dogs out.  It's about 2 feet tall and is made of lattice. It's very cute.

Then I dug out all the irises and hostas and moved them to the front yard, into two separate gardens.  They are filling in nicely and look great.

Then Brent tore out some weed patches.  There was one sort of in the middle of the yard and instead of trying to get grass to grow there (grass is such a pain in the ass) Brent dug in some edging and I planted 2 different perennials that have purple flowers.  I also found us a little gnome friend named Dwight who holds a solar charged light.  Add a little mulch and it looks great.

The other weed patch wasn't too far from where I tore out all the other plants so I plotted out a big organically shaped garden and Brent dug in the edging, turned the soil, covered it with mulch and to finish off he surrounded the two new gardens with black rocks so they really pop.  Oh and there's solar lights in the big garden too.

On mother's day we went to get some plants.  I picked out a few things (blueberry bush, peonies, japanese blood grass, white hydrangias - which seem to be dying now - and something with a red flower but I forget what it's called) and Bobby picked one for me as a gift (by pointing and grunting)

This weekend my mom got us an "outdoor room" patio set.  Her and I made a deal so this is our Christmas and Birthday presents. Brent and I both have non-summer birthdays so we never get gifted with summer stuff even though we need more of it than winter stuff.  So yay for us.  Here's an stock photo, it doesn't come with the end table, rug or planter.



We set it up today and I'm so excited!

We still have more we need to do, like put a railing up around the deck so that Bobby doesn't nosedive off of it.  I also want to find some kind of nice lighting for on the deck but that will wait until the railing is up.  

Needless to say I've already spent a lot of time out back today!

On this day:

In 2008 - 
In 2007 - doing things the hard way
In 2006 - cartoons about pregnancy
In 2005 - WOW!  I got really upset about that didn't I?

I can't believe he's this old already!

New stuff (after next month, I won't be listing the new foods... maybe even after this month, I'm sick of tracking it)

• watermelon
• cayenne
• chick peas
• chipotle
• plays chasing games
• first trip to the playground - loves to play with/eat sand and to climb and the slide, baby swings are touch and go but he fell asleep on me in the big swing SECRET NAP WEAPON!!!!
• button mushrooms
• green olives
• babaganouj
• falafel
• feta
• veggie dog
• dill pickle
• blueberries
• 3rd haircut
• dunked during swimming lessons
• home made mack and cheese (new foods to him: edam gruyere and whole grain mustard)
• walks when you hold his hands and also kicks balls while doing this SOCCER STAR
• claps his own hands (he previously would grab other people’s hands and clap those)
• first trip to the National Art Gallery. He REALLY loved the lights!
• cream cheese
• give high fives!
• lime - I let him bite in to one to see how he would react and he ate about 1.4 of a lime and loved it!

Admittedly I didn't take many photos this month because my batteries were dead and I kept forgetting to charge them. But there are still many cute ones!





I don't remember what he was upset about


Swim Lessons


Pretending to be a puppy


Climbing the play structure


Discovering Sand


Out to lunch (excuse my pool-hair)


All full


Waiting his turn at the salon


Look at those mullet-curls!


Snip snip


All done!


Even more heart-melting in full size


Clapping


Voging


Yummy Lime!


Did I mention that he points at everything?


Swishy swisha in the grass


Where's my soccer ball?


Mid day nap


Sorta walking - he was very sleepy, he normally does a better job than this




On this day:

In 2008 - I'm officially a year late on my international food challenge
In 2007 - I still have the same opinion, in case the "you'll see when you have kids of your own" crowd was wondering
In 2006 - Some friends on TV
In 2005 - a shitty movie

 Everywhere I look, some guy is cheating on his lady.  It's all over tv shows and treated like it's no big deal.  The gossip magazines are all about this Jon and Kate Plus 8 'scandal' and everyone is saying she deserves it.

It just makes me want to barf.

First off, nobody deserves to be treated like that. If there are problems in a relationship, the answer is not to put your dick into someone else without your partner's knowledge.  If you have sexual problems and you NEED to put your dick into someone else, I think it's the right thing to tell your spouse. You may get a free pass, you may get a divorce, but at least you aren't being an amoral ass hole.

Second off, is everybody secretly cheating on each other and I didn't get the memo?  I know I'm just working off of the media here but it seems like it's a plot line in about every tv show or movie or book and it's always treated like "Well OF COURSE he put his dick into someone he wasn't supposed to put his dick into... all people with dicks do that!"  o_0  I guess it works the other way too but it's just not that often that the plot line is a woman putting her vagina on a dick she wasn't supposed to use.

You know, I really don't believe monogamy is for everybody but I do think that honesty is for everybody. If you don't want to be monogamous that's just fine but you'd better make sure your partner feels the same way.  I would think this is one of those major things that a couple has to agree on and if non-monogamists can just take their heads out of their asses and be honest about it, a lot less people would get hurt.

Although, according to tv, no one gets hurt by being cheated on.  They just gasp and then say "I want a divorce" and have a good life about 2 seconds later.