A mishmash of things

I am having some major blogging problems. I'd like to blame it on blogger, but it's my slow ass computer. Ah, income tax, where are you? When it arrives I hope to buy a new one, though William has informed me he thinks it is smarter to get new tires for the car and other assorted car realted things. And really? I'm fecking poor so it's one or the other.

So that's why I'm not commenting much in case you were wondering- Sure, I know you are all missing my witty and/or insightful comments, don't deny it- it takes ages for the comment section to load, even longer for my comments to go through and quite frankly I just don't have the patience. Fun Monday and cards posted on chrisb's blog -thanks Chris!- brought me a few new commenters and I can't even get on their sites. I don't think it's entirely my computer really, I do think blogger sorta sucks and last month I signed up to Wordpress, but it overwhelms me. I really don't like change. If I do get a new computer I will take the wordpress leap though.

I'm fine by the way, in regards to the lump. Just paranoid. And fat, as was so kindly pointed out to me. Duh. Like I didn't know. Like I haven't said that to my normal doctor a thousand times and every time he says cut out starches. I think it's more than a food issue, but seriously who am I to know what is up with my own body?

My friend Janine's mum died yesterday, 13 months after she was diagnosed with cancer. Janine's girls were 5 weeks yesterday, and still in the hospital. She had just arrived to feed them when her brother called to say she needed to go home to her mum and dad's. The funeral is this Friday evening and, oddly enough, the ICN had said that the girls would probably be released on Friday. This is quite possibly the worst time for them to be released, with everything going on, and I hear Janine has asked if they would allow the girls to stay if it is not busy until after the funeral. I really do think it is true that they arrived early for a reason, technically Janine wasn't even due until this Thursday and they would have been induced on the 15th, and by that time her mum was so sick she wouldn't have been able to be at the birth. Small blessings.

Today was the first unofficial day of summer. Victoria Day. When we Canadians show our loyalty to a long dead empire. I am totally not a monarchist, though I do like that Prince William supports my beloved Aston Villa (even as I question why) but I'll support any holiday that gives you a day off with pay. Not that I get paid unless I work it of course, being a crappy casual employee and all.

Speaking of work, I'd rather not. Work, that is. I'm back on Thursday and I am so down about it. It's blah. I don't want to leave my babies though William is totally excited about being home with them. I spent all day today cleaning, so that hopefully it will be in somewhat reasonable shape come Friday evening. Yesterday, I cleaned out my bedroom closet which still had unpacked boxes it it from when we moved last July. (I know! Atrocious!) I found all my 12X12 paper, which I was supposed to look for back in April when I went away. So now I have a crap ton of paper, because on Saturday I bought some from Michael's new line. It's perfect for all the box albums that I have signed myself up to make, as it solid on one side and patterned on the other. I have cut the paper for Alissa's two, Wendy's, Catwoman's and Ice Cream Mama's. Hopefully the rest will be done this weekend. If I'm not lying in bed, totally exhausted from my 2 days work. Yeah, I'm totally a lazy cow. Shutup.

And now that I have babbled enough I must go. I still have to vacuum my livingroom because I'm babysitting tomorrow and god knows what the poor kid would find in that carpet. Plus I've asked William to wake me up at 7.30. Uck. Much worse than the 10am I got up at this morning. And really I could have slept on, but I had to pee really badly. Damn my weak post baby bladder!