Oh, nesting instinct, where art thou?

So we are all moved out of the old house and into the new one. We are not however settled. The garage is a mess of boxes, bookcases and dressers. I have 7 days before this child's due date and the crib is in pieces in the room she will share with Saoirse. Saoirse needs a new bed, as does Liam. I can not find the box with all the newborn socks, though there are plenty of clothes. As long as she is willing to sweat alot. Saoirse was born in November and most of the clothes are her baby ones. I have bought very little for the new baby, with the exception of a few summery outfits just in case the heat lasts past August 3.

I have yet to unpack the majority of the kitchen. It seems I am constantly doing dishes as all we have are 4 dinner plates. Surely the rest must be near by.

I no longer have the scrapbooking/computer room I was dreaming about. Liam decided at the last moment not to take the basement and there went my little piece of heaven. So currently all boxes labelled scrapbooking or office are sitting in either the dining room or the living room. Since our living room is a good size I will have to talk to William about doing a bit of a divide and giving myself a craft area. We will see. Otherwise there will be no scrapping or stamping going on because there is no, absolutely zero, chance of me working from the basement. Way too many spiders.

Today we did nothing really. William has worked his ass off all week and I am claiming mental stress from a dilemma that has yet to be resolved. Starting tomorrow I am going to have to promise myself one room a day. At least then the main floor and bedrooms will be done by her arrival. I should hope.

William has his immigration medical and we were told to bring in Part A of the forms. Guess what? There is no part A, we have nothing at all. So first thing tomorrow I have to call the doctor's office and find out exactly what it is in the hopes that we have it somewhere. I think the girl at my MPs office gave us the wrong forms, I think they are meant for when you apply outside Canada. Bloody Conservatives!

Tagged by Tonya

I was tagged by Tonya over at A Mother's Journal to do this wee quiz. And you all should know of my love of quizzes and other personal things. So here goes.


Alone or with people? I would probably say I am a bit of a loner. There are times when I love being around being people, when we're scrapping or cardmaking or something, and I usually love being with William and the kids but I also love my time to myself...being alone with a good book and a clean house is something I absolutely adore. The ultimate Mother's Day gift.

Summer or Winter? Normally I would say winter. My birthday is in December and of course, there is Christmas. As a kid I wouldn't have even questioned this one...it would have been winter all the way. There were plenty of sledding days and lots of fort building. Somehow, it's not just the same when you are in your 30s. And let's face it, in Edmonton winter lasts an awfully long time. But when it's +35 and you feel like it's +50, a cold winters day seems like a blessing.

Black or White? For what exactly? Clothes? Black. Furniture? I'd choose black over white if I was forced to choose one, but normally I'd go with a nice beech. I won't even get into personality or anything.

Observe or get along with from first moment? I'm an observer. Very quiet, very shy. I need to know people well before I open up.

Clown or Drama Queen? Neither, really. Too shy to be either one.

Hummer or BMW convertible? Again, neither. I think people driving around in Hummers are eejits for the amount they must spend on gas (but I suppose if they are driving a Hummer they can afford the gas) and I think people in this city at least are eejits for driving a convertible when it is only any good for a few months.

Loyal or .....? I should hope I am loyal. However, if you turn on me I am just as quick to turn on you and then nothing is sacred. This is something that just happened, not with good friends, thank god, but believe me, I have enough information on one of these girls that should she choose to make my life difficult, I will make hers hell. Would I actually do it? I don't know...I always hope for the blow over. It's all very high school really and I should have thought these days were long over.

Something that made my day

I am not sure if you have been reading me long enough to know of my absolute adoration of James Blunt. He's the wallpaper on my computer, I think he's a sexy wee bugger. FOr an unattractive English man that is.

Anywho, I love, love, love James Blunt. And he is coming to Edmonton!!!!!!!!!!! Happy days for me. I think I am going to take Taylor who also quite likes him. He's here November 2, and I think I'm at the Dixie Chicks on either the 3rd or 4th, plus I am supposed to be taking both Taylor and Liam to see the play 'Hannah's Suitcase' sometime that week. Yikes. Busy times. I hope the baby is willing to take a bottle by then, otherwise it is going to be some miserable evenings for her poor father. Who, for some strange reason, says he will absolutely not go. Strange that, I would think one would jump at the chance to see Mr. Blunt live.

Life Experiences

I stole this of course. What, you think I might have the imagination to come up with any sort of list?

Highlight the ones you've done...

01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said 'I love you' and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Bungee jumped
11. Visited Paris
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea
13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise
14. Seen the Northern Lights I do live in Northern Alberta. Makes them hard to miss.
15. Gone to a huge sports game
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
18. Touched an iceberg
19. Slept under the stars
20. Changed a baby's diaper
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Gotten drunk on champagne
24. Given more than you can afford to charity
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment 27. Had a food fight
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
32. Held a lamb
33. Seen a total eclipse
34. Ridden a roller coaster
35. Hit a home run
36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day
38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
39. Had two hard drives for your computer
40. Visited all 50 states
41. Taken care of someone who was shit faced
42. Had amazing friends
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
44. Watched wild whales
45. Stolen a sign
46. Backpacked in Europe
47. Taken a road-trip
48. Gone rock climbing
49. Midnight walk on the beach
50. Gone sky diving
51. Visited Ireland
52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love
53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow
56. Alphabetized your CDs
57. Pretended to be a superhero
58. Sung karaoke
59. Lounged around in bed all day
60. Posed nude in front of strangers
61. Gone scuba diving
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain
65. Gone to a drive-in theater
66. Visited the Great Wall of China
67. Started a business
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
69. Toured ancient sites
70. Taken a martial arts class
71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
72. Gotten married
73. Been in a movie
74. Crashed a party
75. Gotten divorced (nope not highlighted..shame)
76. Gone without food for 5 days
77. Made cookies from scratch
78. Won first prize in a costume contest
79. Ridden a gondola in Venice
80. Gotten a tattoo
81. Rafted the Snake River
82. Been on television news programs as an "expert"
83. Got flowers for no reason
84. Performed on stage
85. Been to Las Vegas
86. Recorded music As long as Studio 86 counts.
87. Eaten shark
88. Had a one-night stand
89. Gone to Thailand
90. Bought a house
91. Been in a combat zone
92. Buried one/both of your parents
93. Been on a cruise ship
94. Spoken more than one language fluently
95. Performed in Rocky Horror
96. Raised children
97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
98. Created and named your own constellation of stars
99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking
103. Had plastic surgery
104. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived
105. Wrote articles for a large publication
106. Lost over 100 pounds
107. Held someone while they were having a flashback
108. Piloted an airplane
109. Petted a stingray
110. Broken someone's heart
111. Helped an animal give birth
112. Won money on a T.V. game show
113. Broken a bone
114. Gone on an African photo safari
115. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced
116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
118. Ridden a horse
119. Had major surgery
120. Had a snake as a pet
121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states Not sure how they meant that...I've visited more foreign countries than I have visited American states, but haven't been to 50 countries.
124. Visited all 7 continents
125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
126. Eaten kangaroo meat
127. Eaten sushi
128. Had your picture in the newspaper
129. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about
130. Gone back to school
131. Parasailed
132. Petted a cockroach
133. Eaten fried green tomatoes
134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey
135. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read
136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
137. Skipped all your school reunions
138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
139. Been elected to public office
140. Written your own computer language
141. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream
142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
143. Built your own PC from parts
144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you
145. Had a booth at a street fair
146: Dyed your hair
147: Been a DJ
148: Shaved your head
149: Caused a car accident
150: Saved someone's life

It may be a pleasure cruiser, but this ain't no pleasure cruise

Far be it for me to defend the Harper government on anything at all, but I do think they do not deserve the flak they are receiving from the media and the evacuees over the eveacuation of some 40,000 Canadians from Lebanon.

First off...40,000! Consider that Canada, a country with a population of just over 30 million, is in the process of evacuating 40,000 people while the U.S., with a population of 295 million, is evacuating 25,000. It is the largest evacuation ever in Canadian history.

So yes, it takes a while to get organized. We are not a country with a huge military presence in the Middle East so it is not as though military ships were standing by waiting for a disaster or war to happen, just on the off chance there might be a few thousand Canadians to shuttle back to Canada.

But a pleasure cruiser was borrowed from somewhere and 261 Canadians were taken to Cyprus. And what exactly were some of these people expecting? Apparently they were expecting a wee cruise, a bit of a good time. The ship was holding more than double its capacity and they expected a place to sleep. "Treated like animals" some of them claim. Well, unfortuantely when you are trying to save the lives of as many people as possible I guess it is not always possible to provide fun and games, and, yes, perhaps not even water or food. And while I am sure that grocery stores have not been well stocked this past week, if in fact the local shop is still standing, even someone like myself (slow on the uptake quite often) would have had the sense to grab a bit of food from the cupboard; if my house were still standing that is. I don't think we can entirely blame the Canadian government for a lack of food.

And I don't believe this government has provided the worst service of all the countries involved. They aren't being charged after all, as Americans are rumoured to be. And even those nationals who haven't lived in Canada for years will be taken care of. Stop your whinging I say, and be grateful you are still alive.

It's a good thing the Brits didn't complain like these folks have when they were evacuated from Dunkirk, with attitudes like that surely they would have lost the war very quickly.

Of course, it took until this evening for me to hear that some people actually did thank the Canadian government. It is always more enjoyable for the media to make everyone appear to be total arseholes.

Just in case you think I am actually starting to like Stephen Harper, you are so very wrong. I think he's a fucking eejit and I wish he would keep his mouth shut in regards to Israel and Lebanon, especially when there are 8 dead Canadians because of a country whose military offensive he is staunchly supporting.

There are two boys from Liam's soccer team currently in Lebanon with their families. I hope they make it home safely.

Bad moods and other stress related factors

Have I ever told you that I can be a bitch?

I know you don't want to believe it as I come across as so very sweet, but it is completely true.

Today will be a bitchy day, a very bitchy stay away from Emma day. Unless I get another hour of sleep. Which I might, as William is usually very understanding about my need to nap.

It is 7.15 in the morning. I have been up since 5, which is terrible as I didn't fall asleep until 1.30. That's because I had a nap from 9.30-10.30 when I fell asleep with Saoirse. And once you're up, you're up. William came to see if I was awake, my friend Candy had just rang. Foolishly, I rang her back and she needed me to go online to edit a page of the school yearbook. That took an hour. And hour! For one page. And my computer, a virus infected piece of shite, froze on me 3 times. Anyways, after I finished that I had a game of sudoku, to which I have quickly become addicted.

So far this morning I have washed dishes, swept and mopped. My burners are currently sitting in a sinkful of bleach, hoping and praying that they may become clean. My very lovely mother spent 2 hours cleaning my oven yesterday. The inside was black and now it is a very lovely shade of silver. I HATE cleaning ovens. I still have to do the livingroom, but will do that in a few minutes when Coronation Street comes on. Hopefully when it ends at 10 I will get a bit of a nap.

I have mentioned before that we are moving have I not? It has become the move from hell. Are we moving Sunday or Monday? We don't officially know. Monday is a terrible day for it as we will have no one at all to help and at 38 weeks pregnant, I will be slightly more than useless. We are going to pack up the truck on Sunday and hopefully be able to unload it into the garage of the new place and then just move everything into the house on Monday. It is doable, if not a total pain in the ass.

All the packing that remains to be done has me in panic mode, which will only get worse if the basement is not finished today. Hours I was down there yesterday. Tons of garbage and old toys were thrown out. If that gets done, I can spend the rest of the week concentrating on certain areas each day. There isn't much more to be done after that. Except for one very frightening corner of the garage.

Due to the fact that there is still alot to do, I won't be on much. I figure if I actually say it, then I might actually follow through. Computer obsession is not a pretty thing. I will post on the other blog on Tuesday after my doctor's appointment, but that may be it for a week or so as I will have to get the internet hooked up at the new house.

Why do I tell you all this? Because I am fully expecting you all to miss me some terrible. Plus I don't want anyone thinking I may actually have gone into labour early and delivered a child and am keeping it hush hush. Because we should all know that won't happen. My body is not for delivering prior to 40+ weeks. And even then it's by force.

20 months on....

Saoirse was 20 months old yesterday, which absolutely amazes me. Because you see, I never thought I would have a third child. With almost 9 years between Saoirse and Liam it really is like starting over. I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if I had not met William and had her, it seems as though it would be pretty empty.

This was the month that Saoirse learned her first swear word. You would think that she would have learned this certain word from her father, who swears like the Irishman he is, but no- this particular word was courtesy of her mother. As previously mentioned, I find it very difficult to get out of bed these days. As I maneuver my way over to the edge of the bed (which,really, is not that far to go as a certain little girl takes up an awful lot of space for such a tiny being.) and try to throw my legs over the edge of the bed I will inevitably utter a single word: "Fuck." A powerful word, fuck is. It conveys so many things- anger, happiness, desire, frustration... the list could go on. Anyway, I'm out of bed and we make our way down the stairs. I'm not sure what happened on that bottom stair- did she slip? step on a toy? just want everyone to hear the word she was about to say in all its glory? I really don't know but needless to say she said "fuck" exactly the way I had minutes earlier. The fuck that is said with an ounce of frustration. And what does one say upon hearing their toddler swear for the first time? My first reaction was a swear word, said in my head thankfully because I did not need her learning two bad words in one day. I chose to ignore the fact that she had sworn, after all she really has no clue that it is bad. I had ignored the health nurse's advice to ignore her nose picking as it is true that the more attention given the more she will do it. And believe me, that girl can pick her nose like a champ.

What else happened in the last month?

She had her first popsicle, as well as her first fudgicle. She loves freezies, but is not keen on vanilla ice cream. She is absolutely mad about slushes, which is a terrible thing for her to love at such an early age. Shame on her parents!

She has absolutely fallen in love with her older sister. "Where's Tay?" is what I hear all day long. She runs up the stairs to Taylor's room if I ask her to wake her up. She cries when Taylor leaves the house and even allows Taylor to give her a bath (one of the privileged few.) She's not as taken with Liam but that's probably because Liam is much more aloof with her. Typical boy.

Besides the new swear word, there are plenty of others. All sorts of animals, body parts and foods amongst others. My current favourite is dance. And she does love to dance. She seems to have no interest in colours, numbers or the alphabet though. Which is reminiscent of a toddler aged Liam, who from the age of three I knew would have some sort of learning disability. So that worries me. She loves to read though, so I am hoping the interest in other things comes along. She's not a big T.V. watcher, which is a huge plus.

She appears to have a reaction to mosquito bites and scratches until they go rock hard, bleed and scab over. Uck. She wants to be outdoors more than anything and since she can see the park from the kitchen window and the patio door she is always saying "Park...swing...slide...come, come...park."

She's trying to dump the afternoon nap, but will not dump the dummy! She's also gone back to favouring her bottle over cups. What to do?

I'm ending this unfinished as I have been working on this off and on for ages and I really should be packing, which is what I am going to do as soon as I see if she falls asleep.

One way to end your career and look like a total fuck

That was some World Cup final yesterday. It wasn't very exciting but that could be because I was very tired. And the highlight? The one thing that will be remembered years from now? Zinedine Zidane headbutting the Italian player.

I don't know what the Italian said to Zidane, apparently he was hurling racial insults. I am not sure what sort of racial insults an Italian would use on a Frenchman but I assume there must be one or two.

In a World Cup game however, in extra time with 10 minutes to go and a huge chance of the game being decided in a shootout with a 100% chance that you will be called upon to score for your team, you should have the ability to walk away from whatever it is that is said.

He should have been able to say "I fucked your wife last night and she was the best/worst fuck ever." and Zidane should have been able to say "Rightio...I know she's great/shite/whatever and we will deal with this after the game." and walk away.

I'm quite sure there was no reference to Mrs. Zidane, and there is nothing else worse that can be said.

So instead Zidane ends up with a red card, and is out of the game; unable to even come up to receive the silver medal France ended up with. I think they would have won had he not been sent off, but I could be wrong. After all, Barthez wasn't much good when it came to the shootout.

In good news from the world of soccer, Wayne Rooney has been suspened for 2 international matches. Happy days that I will not have to watch his ugly, whingy mug.

Feck, I forgot

I think I said yeasterday that I was going to cheer for Portugal to take the World Cup. But then last night as I was crawling into bed (yes, crawling! Getting in and out of bed is extremely hard work at my advanced stage of pregnancy/bad back/sciatica. Do you people not read the other blog? I know most of you do not, I have statcounter people.) I remembered that Ronaldo plays for Portugal and he plays for Man U, who is on my list of banned teams. (That would be Chelsea, Arsenal and Man U for those amongst you who care to know. What? None of you? Too bad, already told.)

And then as I was laying awake on my left side with a pillow stuck between my legs- which let me tell you is becoming highly uncomfortable as it is one of only 2 positions I can sleep in (the other being on the right side, pillow stuck between legs)- I realized that in reality I couldn't cheer for France either as they have Theirry who plays for Arsenal, my third most hated team.

And it could go on and on couldn't it? I do not know the teams well enough to know who plays where off the top of my head, I'll have to be watching today to be able to say "Man U fucker" or whatever.

I'll probably go for France due only to the fact that Zinedine Zidane is some sexy, even if he does have one of the most ridiculous names I've ever heard. No offense to any Zinedine's out there, or to your mothers or fathers, to each their own they tell me. In fact, I work with a girl who named her son Zinedine. He is the same age as my Saoirse and I wonder what beatings his school career holds. So says the mother of a child called Saoirse in Canada.

If I ran the World Cup...

After England managed to boot themselves out of World Cup contention I decided that I would cheer for Germany, never mind the German bastard from my teenage years. My ideal World Cup final would have been Germany and France. Why is this you may ask? My answer would be one that can be found in a previous post... that I am a girl and I find the French and German teams to be slightly better looking than the Italian and Portugese.

But it is not to be. It will be Italy vs. France or Portugal. And really, I don't care who of the three wins now. I will probably go for Portugal as they are the underdogs. Or France if they win tomorrow since I really, really hate Italy.

They dive way toooo much. It's like watching Man U or a much better version of a team full of Liam's. And the hair! Good god, what is it with soccer players and their hair?? Is it so wrong to cut it? Short like? When a man has more product in their hair than a girl there is a serious problem.

So here's what I would do if I ran the World Cup... when a player gets a yellow card that ponytail is automatically cut off (I am referring especially to the Italian fella with the Japanese samuri head of hair- I actually said he looked more First Nations like than Italian, it was William who said it was samuri style. It was native like though in that it looked very soft, not the pubic like coarseness of most of the Italian team. You see the things I focus on!? I don't know how William watches a game with me.) So yeah, back to topic, the ponytail is cut off, anything underneath those stupid headbands is gone. Shave your hair, boys, that would be my World Cup motto.

Same goes for if I ran the NHL during the playoffs. Get a penalty, shave off that stupid looking beard.

Do you get the sense that I like clean cut men? I so do.

Swimming and lemonade stands

Good God, my computer is slow to upload pictures. Here's a couple from swimming on Friday night, as I said Saoirse loved the slide and went down it a dozen plus times. She's about to be caught by Taylor. Taylor's also holding her in the pool, as well as the much loved noodle.













Here's some pictures from the lemonade stand. Saoirse wasn't keen about having sunblock put on, but insisted that her doll have some. The second pic includes Allie, Ashley and Taylor. They made over $30 so did very well.

The start of summer holidays

Today was our first official day of summer holidays. Although Taylor finished on Wednesday at noon, poor Liam was at school for the entire day on Thurday. I went to pick him up and had great feedback from his teacher and one of the T.A's on the clipboards I had made for them. I must post the pictures, as I am very lazy about crafting so it's always a shock when I finish a project so I had to take a picture.

Taylor's summer holiday started the way it does every year since Grade 1 (with the exception of last year, when she was in England) with a party at her friend Connor's. They have a new pool this year, which Saoirse loved. She also loved the slip and slide, which she would walk along and fall down every few feet. Slippy for a reason I suppose. The kids had a great time and the other mums and I had a good gossip. As you do of course.

Today was a good day...Liam's friend Josh slept over last night and they had a water fight with our new Super Soakers (2 for $9.99 at Canadian Tire...you can't go wrong!) and Taylor and a few of her friends had a lemonade stand. They sold everything but lemonade, there was gatorade and ice tea as well as some odd juice, they were even selling water for 10 cents. Some guy gave them $5 for a glass of water and told them to keep the change, a couple bought 2 drinks and 2 cupcakes for $1 and let them keep the change from $5 and some fella walking by just gave them a toonie. People can be pretty nice sometimes. Much better than 2 years ago when a teenager stole $5 off of Taylor and our neighbour. So it was a good day as the kids were outside for most of it, Taylor even took Saoirse out for a bit in the hopes that she would increase their sales with her very cuteness. I got a bit done today, a good 6 boxes packed in Taylor's room, along with a black bag of garbage (where the hell does it all come from?) but still plenty more to do on this long weekend.

Tonight we went swimming with Candy and her 3. We spent the first hour in the kiddie pool where Saoirse held onto a noodle and kicked her legs like a pro. I really need to put her in lessons...she loves the water. We went into the big pool where she loved the little slide, everytime I would swim away from it, she'd go "side, side" so back we'd go. She also learned how to say "pool" on Wednesday. The swim was supposed to go until 9.30 but they called everyone out at 8.50 because apparently some girl had fallen or been pushed and hit her head. Perhaps I'm a bit hard, but I don't quite understand why they had to clear the pool. When the fire and ambulance arrived it just meant they had to get through the crowd of people at the entrance. But whatever. It was still a very good time.

It's Canada Day tomorrow. We are not going to do anything though. Liam is going over to Josh's for a barbeque and sleepover as well as going downtown to watch the fireworks. Taylor may have a sleepover. Normally we would go down to the leg* to wade in the fountains and pools, but this year we have to pack.

Oh, and watch England hopefully beat Portugal. But I'm not holding out alot of hope.

*leg= Legislative building, where the government of Alberta is based. I briefly forgot that no one who reads this is from Edmonton. The pic's small, but sure if you're dying to see it you can click on it and enlarge it. I think. Anyway, all the front is fountains and funky-ish pools of water, and is absolutely packed during the summer. The steps are a very popular spot for wedding photos and grad photos, which is where the German bastard** and I had my grad photos done.

**German bastard- you would have had to have been reading me last July to read mention of him. First major boyfriend, went with him for 3 years, cheated on me more than times than I can mention. Example: the last time we slept together, he had already slept with TWO girls that day. Probably haven't thought about him since that long ago post, until today when Germany beat Argentina. I was going for Germany, only because they were a better looking team (oh, yes, I am such a girl!) and I thought 'hmmm...the German bastard wasn't so cute.' I didn't actually think German bastard of course, I thought his name, but it is unusual enough that if he happened to do a search on his own name (and believe me he's the type) then he could end up here. Plus it was 15 years ago and I am over it. Though it may not appear as such!

Go to sleep...

Have I said before that Saoirse does not go to sleep on her own? It is absolutely terrible and a mistake I will definitely not make with this new baby. Usually William puts her to bed but last night she fooled around for an hour so at 9.00 I had my turn. We were lying there and she was babbling away. I said to her "Go to sleep." And I swear to God, no word of a lie, she said to me "Go to sleep, close your eyes." Am I imagining things? I don't really think I am, I really do think she said it, but it was such a shock. And cute, it was said in a very sing song voice.

In new body part news, she now has a word for vagina, which is just va. I'm waiting for her to add jayjay to it.

I had better post some pics soon, she has been taking some lovely ones.

Seriously, England...wtf?

So I said I'm going for England in this World Cup, due to the fact there will never be a Canada and Ireland pulled a royal fuck up in the qualifiers. So why is it that last week I found myself cheering for Trinidad and Tobago? And why today did I cringe when Ecuador bounced a ball of the crossbar in the first half and why did I not get excited when David Beckham scored in the second half? Aside from the fact that it was Beckahm of course, which forced me to then watch Posh Spice jumping up and down. It's for the following reasons I think.

I'm still on a rant about Owen Hargreaves, who played the entire game today and who it was also said is not even the child of an English parent...one is from Wales and the other Ireland. Call me foolish, but I am quite sure that makes him of British and Irish descent, not English so why is he playing for England. I'm not sure of the rules for playing for teams within the U.K. so someone enlighten me if a Scot or a Welshman can play for England and vice versa. Still all that does not deviate from the fact that he is actually CANADIAN and was the only player aside from Wayne Rooney who didn't even lip sync the words to God Save the Queen. And we all know why Wayne Rooney didn't...

...'cause he's a wee fecker, that's why. There is not a whole lot that William and I agree on but we are quite united in our hatred of Wayne Rooney, as well as most everything else Man U related. It pissed William off that England was so dependant on Rooney, as though he is what all their hopes are hanging on. And it gets at us both the way he acts on the pitch, like a whingy 11 year old girl. Much like my Taylor really. He was the one who knocked into two players today and then fussed because there was not a penalty called. He hits, he gets hit and whinges. I won't just blame Rooney for this, soccer players are terrible for it altogether. There aren't many who would survive a night in the NHL, even with all that padding.

And totally getting away from England, who look to go out in the next round leaving me NO ONE to cheer for, but staying with the World Cup theme...what the fuck is up with those hideously ugly Roots shirts with the beaver saying Come on England or Argentina or whatever. $30 for crap, really.


This isn't the one I'm thinking off...the other one has a giant brown beaver on it.

Yet another stolen questionnaire

It took me a minute to realize this all in alphabetical order. As seen on Andrew's blog.

Accent: Canadian, dull flat Prairie Canadian is what I hear; though I'm often asked if I'm from the East Coast and the odd one who is very bad with accents has asked if I'm from Ireland. Only when I yell, baby.

Booze: Tequila. Yummy. Though not really a drinker. Unless I want to get drunk of course. But not while I'm up the stick, thanks.

Chore I hate: All of them, really. But washing the floor when it's on the hands and knees. Only twice a year a thank God, but the floor looks fantastic so is somewhat worth it. I do clean my floor the rest of the year, in case you're wondering, but with a mop.

Dogs/Cats: None at the moment. Might consider a dog in future.

Essential electronics: My computer and, call me old fashioned, but my VCR. To tape all the crap I watch. I need a new DVD player, a recordable one obviously. The kids steros, so that I am not forced to listen to Eminem and Guns'n'Roses (Liam) or Simple Plan and Kelly Clarkson (Taylor) all hours of the day. Though I actually quite like Simple Plan. I just don't want to hear them alot.

Favourite perfume: Call me a cheapie but I like Gap's body sprays. Rarely wear them though. It adds an extra 10 seconds to my day that I just don't have in the early morning.

Gold/Silver: Hmmm...At this very moment I have a gold claddagh ring on my left hand and the wedding version on my right. I have a silver chain on my neck that Taylor bought me last year when she was in England. I used to be allergic to silver, but do not seem to be anymore. I can only wear gold in my ears, and only one of 9 holes currently has anything in it. Pretty sure they are all closed.

Hometown: I say Birmingham, England but I suppose most would say the lovely city of Edmonton, Alberta. Not so lovely that Chris Pronger wants to remain here as an Oiler though. Pussy whipped fucker. 'Scuse my language.

Insomnia: No, but you try sleeping with any great comfort when you are pregnant. Ain't gonna happen.

Job title: Currently awaiting maternity benefits, so no job title to speak of for a year. Other than the most important one of MOTHER. I won't claim the domestic engineer one though.

Kids: Taylor, 11; Liam, 10; Saoirse, 19 months; baby who may or may not have decided its sex in 6 weeks.

Living arrangements: Come August it will be with the 4 children and the very lovely William in a 4 bedroom house instead of only 3. I say he's lovely because although he really doesn't want to move he's doing it for me. And my sanity, which affects him greatly.

Most admired trait: Not so sure I have one. What I like about me, certain people don't.

Number of sexual partners: Too many, but not so many I don't know how many. Could I name them all? If I chose to think about it, which I don't.

Overnight Hospital Stays: 5...D&C, baby, dehydration during pregnancy, baby. Due another night or two shortly.

Phobia: Spiders. And basements in the dark.

Quote: "He'll be a great man. One day he'll do great things for Ireland." Michael Collins Senior speaking about his son. I hope that's the exact quote, I'm going off the top of my head and at 1am it's not at its best.

Religion:Catholic, with alot of doubt thrown in for good measure.

Siblings: Just my brother, Thom, 13 months younger and a whole lot taller. And thinner.

Time I usually wake up: 7ish during the week, later on the weekends. William is usually much better about getting up with the kids than I am.

Unusual talent: Ummm...has to do with sex, so scroll quickly if you don't want to know. I am (at least I used to be able to; it's been a long time) able to bring myself to orgasm without touching myself. Too much information? Sorry, but I told you to scroll. People never listen.

Vegetable I refuse to eat: Most of them. Peas, beans, corn...I could go on and on.

Worst habit: Procrastinator.

X-rays: A chipped elbow at 10. Chest Xrays may have been a possibility but I don't really recall.

Yummy foods I make: Chicken enchiladas. I hate to cook, so that's it.

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius.


Alot of these have been discussed on Tonya's blog under her 'Endless Questions' post so if you've been following that you may have seen some of these answers. And if you aren't reading her blog, you should be.