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This is my adopted goth fetus named "Cringe". Hooray fetus!
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| These people get scarier every time I see the news. |
| 03.28.06 (8:06 pm) [edit] |
Now you can't even blog about islamic states, Muslim religion or anything that might piss off the middle East because they're watching and filtering worldwide blogs. Using US software (Does anyone but me see the IRONY there?), they catalog you and if you visit their country, they will arrest you.
What the fuck??
It's bad enough that:
A) you are born into a religion you don't choose.
B) You live under the oppressive laws that are governed by that religion.
C) If you don't, they simply kill you.
I can't understand how these people can breed and nourish and justify so much hate and torture and inhumanity toward others.
I have NEVER been so glad to be born Canadian.
Check it out:
http://apnews.excite.com/arti...
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| Oh Glorious day!! |
| 03.23.06 (9:30 pm) [edit] |
Hey all!
Well today was the big day!! Yesterday, LG earned her tenth marble and bought her DoodleBops ticket! And today was the big concert. Oh it was so exciting!! I can honestly say that it really was a lot of fun..for both of us. They sure put on a good show and kept the sea of children happy and hoppin'.
I think my favourite character is Moe. He's dreamy! And orange...but orange in a good way. And he plays the drums, and drummers are sexy.
As soon as we got home, LG made me sit down and color with her in her new Doodlebops coloring book. We colored our favorite characters. She did Didi and of course I got to color the hot, sexy Moe!
Well, I just had to have a bubble bath after LG went to bed...just thinking about all that Moe. It made me feel a little Moe clean afterward. Then I colored a bit Moe before bed.
It was magical!
Well, see ya all toMOErrow
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| Sometimes I wonder.... |
| 03.22.06 (8:05 pm) [edit] |
Today, I sat there watching my six-year old daughter sift through my university chemistry textbook and assemble molecular models out of marshmallows and pretzel sticks.
She did this for about two hours while watching dvd episodes of Invader Zim.
Wow!
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| Uuuuuuhhhh....Go ask your father. |
| 03.20.06 (7:35 pm) [edit] |
Well, it finally happened. I always knew it would, just not quite this soon. My 6yr old and I were driving to the drug store when she asks me, "Mom, where do babies come from anyhow?"
:shock
Well...I cleared my throat and began. "Well, when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much...".
"I know that part, mom. I just don't understand how the baby gets in there."
Trying my hardest not to stammer over my words, I made a rather clumbsy attempt to explain it to her. I decided I needed visual aids.
So, when we got home, we looked it up on the computer. We found a nice little cartoon meant for children and took a look at the different stages of embryonic development. She was quite amused to see that she used to look like a little alien fish.
I don't know how well I did at explaining it to her, but she seemed to understand. I asked if she had any more questions and answered them all as honestly and openly as I could...heh.
Geez...you wouldn't think that explaining something as natural and beautiful as human reproduction would cause a person to break out in a sweat. That was harder than I thought it was going to be.
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| Ah...the tooth |
| 03.17.06 (1:37 pm) [edit] |
Well, I finally got in to see the dentist after two initial visits and a week of antibiotics.
The root canal went about as well as a root canal can go, yesterday. Now I'm just healing. A bit sore, but not too bad today.
It's a race to Thursday. I bought tickts for Leah and I to our first big show together. THE DOODLE BOPS!!!
Anyone who has kids might know what I'm talking about. They're a musical trio of characters who have their own band and go on tour and play concerts and stuff. They're actually pretty cool, and I kinda like 'em (by cool, I mean by kids entertainment standards).
Anyhow, the tickets were pretty expensive. I paid about as much to see Ministry...heh...but I figure it's an experience that we'll both remember and appreciate. It's also incentive to get her to earn marbles...MUHAHAHAHA!!!
I really hope she can earn enough. It's worth 10. I'm still going,regardless of whether or not she makes the quota (I know, I'm a hardass aren't I?). But I'll have to find a new companion, and I just don't know if Carrie is free that evening...hehehe.
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| Feelin' like hell |
| 03.07.06 (6:26 am) [edit] |
My kid and I had a fight this morning.
I'm starting to have a really rough time with her. Sometimes I just don't know what to do. It was over the fact that she had taken candle wax and smeared it over the lizard's aquarium. I told her that she'd have to clean it up, and that resulted in an immediate temper tantrum. She believes that because I'm the mom, I should have to clean it up. That it isn't fair, but that's the way it is.
I've tried to rationalize this with her, but all I get is, "Daddy helps me clean my messes." I do too, but she chooses to ignore that part.
So, I guess I'm feeling as though I'm competing with her father as well. Daddy does and says all these things to her, and that automatically makes them right and since I'm obviously as dumb as a post, I'm always wrong of course. Either that or I must be lying to her.
There is this wall of frustration building between us already...and she's only six. Sometimes, I just don't know what to do or say anymore. There's no one to help, or even to ask for advice. I sometimes even really doubt whether I'm doing her any good at all.
Mornings like these are pretty infrequent. But the outright defiance, tantrums and the like are becoming a problem that I don't really know how to deal with.
Sometimes being a single parent feels pretty damned single.
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| I see stars!! |
| 03.03.06 (10:20 pm) [edit] |
So I wake up this morning feeling extremely tired and my tooth aches. I figure...maybe I got some popcorn caught in it last night and didn't get it out with the brush. So I go to work with my floss. No popcorn made it's presence known.
I make my way to school, as I do every day. In my nutrition class, I take note of how my jaw is throbbing. Not good...not comfortable. I continue to hold out hope that it is just a passing tooth ache and all will be well in a couple of hours.
No such luck. I head on down to the insurance place in lower place and pick up a brochure of "affordable dentists". So I start making some calls. The ONLY place I could get an emergency appointment was at the dental college. I thought about this for quite a while before deciding that the pain was great enough that I was unwilling to suffer with it for the entire weekend. So I made the appointment.
Nothing worked out for me. According to the 4th year who was working on me, I have two bad teeth and they both need root canals. However, he thinks he knows which one is bothering me. Granted, he could have just asked me, but he decided to piss the bulk of the appointment away doing all kinds of tests...which HURT LIKE HELL!!! At the end of it all, he said, "I think we'll have to wait until Monday, since it's already 4:30. When you see -insert name here- then, he'll probably do more tests, because I'm just seeing the emergency patients today.
Great. So I pay an extra $18.00 for an emergency appointment and get exactly what I would have gotten if I'd waited until Monday.
On top of it all...I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL MONDAY!!! I could have actually attended my chemistry class, not dragged my kid all over the city, and not had to pay an extra $18.00 for nothing. I hate it when I get ripped off!!!
Ooooooh...the pain. THE PAIN!!! It's like a chinese water torture! GAAAAAAHHH!!!
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| On the verge |
| 03.03.06 (7:31 am) [edit] |
I'm under considerable stress right now.
It seems as though I've once again dug myself a pretty deep hole and am having a hard time getting out of it. I always seem to get myself into the most precarious situations. I guess I could attribute it to my tendancey to just jump into things with both feet and see if I can swim. When it turns out that I can't, there are consequences. My problem is that I don't think about things enough. Well, I guess I don't think about the right things enough...heh.
So now I'm in a very delicate situation that is totally playing with my head, and I don't like it. I feel as though I've lost control of the direction my life is taking. Like being swept away in a rainstorm. I've tried to regain control, but I guess I didn't do it in a big enough way, and the situation is as though I did nothing at all. It's just a huge emotional jumble of stuff that is really hard to sort out...but I think I know what I need to do. I'm ashamed to say that fear is playing its part in a real big way, though.
It's not like me to feel this way...scared. But the reprecussions could potentially hit us in a really devistating way. Leah and I both. Regardless, I guess I will do what I need to in order to regain control of the situation. Wish me luck.
On top of it all, I have a bum tooth, and I've been achy and grouchy all morning. I guess it's a trip to the dentist for me.
*sigh*
This sucks.
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| It's underway |
| 03.02.06 (11:16 am) [edit] |
So, I need to pick 20 ads for analysis for my social psych term paper.
This is NOT EASY for me. Mostly because I hate commercialism and it's stupid and I feel like they think I'm an idiot or something...like I'm gonna buy a Toyota because the model on hood is more naked than the one on the Dodge ads...and I hate it. And it's out of control.
Anyhow, I've decided that the only type of magazine that I've ever willingly paid money for was two years of "Parents", I would choose something from them.
Vehicle ads in parenting magazines is what I settled on. Well, I've been thumbing through some of the old issues I have kept ('cause you never stop learning how to parent your child), and I've made some interesting observatons. I've only been able to find 11 ads so far...but did you realize that ten of them are aimed directly at fathers??
Interesting, no?
This was not expected, though when you think about it, it makes sense.
Of course, the medicines, hygene products, cleaning and beauty products are aimed at mothers. One would think that automobile ads would be as well.
I actually only found one ad that even has a woman's picture in it. I should note that this particular ad had nothing to do with safety features or any other "technical" aspects of the vehicle. Of course!! Women would never understand something like that! No, instead it displayed an LCD tv for the kids with the Loony Toons on it. It catered to the mother's apparant need for help to keep her kids entertained and under control.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, the majority of the ads aimed at fathers deal with SAFETY features and technical specs. "Look at our wonderful vehicle...it has all this stuff and your children will be safe." It attempts to intimately familiarize the vehicle with the masculine figure. "We'll always be there for him (child), just like you." Like in the father's absence, the vehicle will protect his child. It emphasises protection, the traditional role of the father. The whole thing is just freaky, when you really take a good look at it.
Likewise, I've only found one ad for a hygene product that targets fathers. "Soft as a father's touch", in fact. This seems very strange...out of place. Father figures are historically regarded as the protectors, providers, the pillars of strength! They aren't supposed to have a soft touch!! That's what mothers are for! Unless...they're making the mothers out to be hard-ass parents and the fathers to be the "go-to" guys for help and gentle guidance. What does it all mean??? WHAT DOES IT MEAN!!!!???
GAH!!!! I've only just picked my topic and already I'm a blubbering idiot!!! I hate advertising so much!!
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| Here's my day |
| 03.01.06 (3:44 pm) [edit] |
Well, today actually went pretty well.
It started off with Leah and I sleeping in. A nice change. We got up and got ready for our day without problems.
Then I opened the front door and stepped out into the world. Not looking, I didn't realize that I no longer had front steps until I found myself sitting on my butt at the bottom of them. Tomorrow I'm going to try it with a crazy carpet.
So, we embark on our "short walk" to the daycare. It took us twice as long to navigate around our usual shortcuts because they were totally snowed in. We finally got there, and I had time to see my daughter inside before stepping back out into the cold and making my way to the bus stop.
The bus was late, of course, but it's all good. I got to the campus on time and attended some pretty empty classes.
Leaving school, I took the bus directly to work so that I could pick up a paycheque. The whole thing was uneventful, but I was sure glad I wasn't driving today. It's actually a blessing, not having insurance on my car...heh.
I stood there waiting for the bus to take me downtown for about 20 minutes before it finally showed up. It isn't really that cold out, but when you're exposed to the elements, mired in mid-calf deep snow, you get pretty chilled. While standing there, I was amused to see a tow truck towing another tow truck.
IRONY!!!
On the bus ride downtown, I was again amused to see that one of the city transit buses had hit a light pole. At this point, I was pretty confident that if I had been driving my car, I would have probably been in a similar situation as that poor bus driver.
The next bus I caught was very very late. And packed to capacity. I found myself at the end of the line to board, and wouldn't you know it?...The bus was just packed enough to prevent the last two people from getting on. So..I had to wait for the next one. Public transit, eh? Convenient.
On the plus side...I didn't get into an accident today.
I finally got my kid and got home without any further incident. Now...we wait for two hours for the pizza delivery guy.
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