130. Mother’s Day

Nine months of pregnancy. Hours of labour. Many hundreds of sleepless nights. Thousands of bo-bos. Thousands of dirty diapers. More than enough instances of “But mom…”. Sibling rivalry. Tortured pets. Frustrated neighbours. Friends by the hundreds. Birthday Parties, Christmases, Easters, and Gift-giving holidays. First teeth, lost teeth. First steps, first falls. First words, first dirty words. First day of elementary school, last day of High School. Going off to College. Leaving to find work. First “You’ll get over them”. Sports, music, extra curricular activities. Discipline. Teaching. Caring. Loving. A mother’s work never ends.

It’s a wonder how we start out so tiny, so cute, depending on you for everything, including (quite literally) life itself. I don’t think we stop often enough to say thank you. Thank you, Mom.

-Cheers folks! Go hug a mother, they’re amazing.

129. Truly Nova Scotia

We had a lobster feast today for supper. Considering that they were only $5.77/lbs it was a good deal. 5 lobsters for 5 people. I was very impressed that I got the meat out of the claw without breaking it. That was an achievement that I liked. I’m not a huge fan of lobster, but it’s okay.

How did it get to be almost 11:30? I don’t understand. Seriously. It makes no sense how often I loose hours and sometimes even days. I’m exhausted, I think I’ll call it an early night and sleep in until noon (again).

-Cheers folks!

128. Pick a Shoe, Any Shoe

We had a party on Friday night. There were a whole lot of people there. This is what the entryway looks like when there are too many people in Casa Del Windsor. It was a great night though. Drinking, food, good friends, what more could you ask for? Pop Tarts being thrown at ceiling fans? Ice cubes down the front of people’s shirts? That night had everything.

-Cheers folks!

127. No More Monsters

I cleared out my closet, so now the monsters don’t haunt me. All I need to do now is clean out the rest of my room so I have less crap. I feel the need to de-crappify my life. I also feel the need to look after myself better. This crappy weather isn’t doing anything for my energy level though. I come home from work and veg all night. I don’t even knit. I just veg doing nothing. It kind of makes me a little…um…stark raving mad.

The newest episode of Better off Ted contained some lovely geekdom. One of the main characters said “Where is the Fraking Asprin?” That can be added on to Toffer from Dollhouse saying Frak last week too. Battlestar has become common vernacular. Well, common to me at least. Once I hear someone on the news or on a prime time show say Frak, or So say we all, or My Gods, then it shall be common vernacular.

No knitting news. Working on the super secret projects. I’ve got 9 out of 21 done. I’ve got a month… I should be okay to finish them all. Maybe. Hopefully. A girl can dream right?

-Cheers folks!

126. I’m working as fast as I can, Captain

Just a quickie tonight. Gotta get up earlier than the usual 6am tomorrow because dad’s going to Halifax with mom and I because he has to go to the Dockyards with work, and they’re meeting there at 7:45. Ugh. I hate mornings with a passion.

That’s my alarm clock/radio/CD player. I’ve had it for a while, it does it’s job, but I want one that I can dock my ipod to so it charges and wakes me up to my music or an alarm. Radio just doesn’t do it for me and the spinning of a CD on this gizmo drives me insane.

It is now 11:59 on my clock (it’s 5 minutes fast).

-Cheers folks!