9 months later...

I was reading past blogs I wrote today and stumbled across one from last summer that mentioned something along the lines of being grateful for having a job where I can hang out with kids all day, playing games, making crafts and what not, and how I really couldn't see myself in the "real world", ya know, like in an office.

So, here I am, 9 months later, working in an office. And, no surprise, I can't stand it. I dread going to work everyday. I try to be positive, try to look at the bright side of it all, but in all honesty, I get paid to play spider solitaire and hearts all day. I know, you may be thinking, "Just quit...", and I would, BELIEVE ME, but if I want to collect EI come baby time, I'm stuck. So, the upside, there is an end in sight.

I wish that I could nanny again this summer. It would be such a nice change, and I think I would have a new found appreciation for it. Going to the park, swimming, Starbucks coffee dates; it'd be fun.

Come September, I'll get to hang out with my own kid...

Oh she's pms-ing alright...

So, I'm sitting in my home, faceblogging and the sort when all of a sudden, I hear some ridiculous yelling.
Me, being nosy, start peering (ever so cautiously) through my horizontal blinds, one strip at a time, trying to see where this "noise" is coming from. Turns out there is a crazy lady on the street. I don't know if she maybe thought she wasn't in a residential area, or perhaps wasn't aware of the actual volume her voice was reaching...but none the less, there she was, smoking, yelling and pacing the sidewalk in front of my house.
A man (seemingly calmer), was following her, speaking to her, I'm assuming trying to calm her down. I can assume that he was not helping the situation, because after he spoke (I couldn't hear him), she would turn around, start yelling again, just as he would reach up and start rubbing his temples. Poor guy.
Now in case the world hadn't already guessed it...from the crazy lady, and I quote:

"I'M (insert profanity) PMS-ING! DON'T YOU KNOW???"

I think we all know...

for mike...who seriously thinks it's time for a new post...

I've gotta say, I'm tired of winter and being cold. Maybe I'm realizing it more so this year, because my mom is in the Dominican Republic, and has been the past week and a half, and will be for another week and a half, my dad is heading there to be with her next week, my in-laws are somewhere in the south...Florida? My husband is going to Haiti next weekend...I was supposed to go, but apparently that is strongly discouraged if your prego-pops.

I long for summer...for hot days, for the smell of fresh cut grass, for laying on a deck by a pool, for long walks in the evening, for campfires, for fresh cut lilacs, for gelati and slurpees, for beach days, for driving with the windows down...

All I ever want to do in the winter is hibernate. My old neighbour used to tease me whenever he saw me outside in the winter...In all honesty, I think I have the right idea of staying inside with windchills of -45, and those who think it's possible to "enjoy" that nonsense...they are just trying to be heros. I don't need to be a hero. I need to be warm.

Maybe it would be a little better if the heat that the landlord paid for, was actually heat...not luke-warm air coming from one vent.

So this post kinda turned into a venting session about something that I have no control over, and can't do anything about...

I suppose it's a good thing I'm prego, extra pounds=extra warmth....

my trip to the dentist

so, i went to the dentist today, and i am proud to say that for the 3rd time, in my lengthy history of dentist visits, i don't have any cavities! now, i don't know how or even if people normally would celebrate this sort of thing, but not having a cavity is a very rare thing for me. so i celebrated...with a tall, vanilla, non-fat latte!

it was delicious.

they did however recommend more consistent flossing and the removal of my lower wisdom teeth.

Sewing...an Olympic sport?

Clearly, sewing is not an Olympic sport...I mean really, golf isn't even an Olympic sport yet. However, I had a dream....

Announcer 1:

Ladies and Gentlemen, these sewers are pushing the clock! They have 2 mintues left to pull of the perfect seam. Can they do it??? On the second machine we have Dana of Canada. So far, her seams look great. Nice, straight line, even stitching. It is probably one of the best seams I have seen in a long time!

Announcer 2:

Yes sir, these are some fine sewers here. It is important to mention that Dana is using the Singer 5000, an excellent machine. Quick threading time and quick pattern change over is very important in an event as competitive as this.

Announcer 1:

So true! This is the first round of five. These sewers have only just begun the final project. At the end of the 5 rounds, each sewer should have completed a twin sized quilt. It will be a tight race indeed.

Announcer 2:

Let's check back in with our sewers as they near the final minute of sewing. Yes, yes...Dana appears to be in the lead, with the most clean seams. It seems as though Bula of the USA has broken a needle. There is so much riding on this round of sewing, what an absolute horror to have to replace a needle. She seems to be handling it well. Bula is using the White 300, nice even sewing techniques with this machine, however not an easy machine to switch over. Threading and changing needles is not this machine's strong point! She seems to have pulled it off relatively quickly, but unfortunately, the time is up and her seam is incomplete.

Announcer 1:

It really is too bad to have worked so hard, to lose it on account of a broken needle in the first round. Because of this, Bula will be disqualified from the event, leaving 4 competitors to move on to round 2. Here are the standings:

1. Dana CANADA
2. Wanda ENGLAND
3. Marie FRANCE
4. Juanita MEXICO
5. Bula (Disqualified) USA

And then I woke up....

What now?

I admit, I have abandoned this whole "blog world". Here's an attempt, as weak or strong as it may be, to re-enter...

1. I am now 25.
2. I am unemployed.
3. I am considering purchasing a new mattress with wedding money.
4. I am planning on telling Cody that I am considering purchasing a new mattress with wedding money.
5. My grandma is here.
6. I haven't been home for the past 5 weekends.
7. I am tired.
8. I spent 5 days at a cabin. It was good times.
9. My sister is finding fake id's to play baseball. I think that's funny.
10. I am going to sleep in a tent tomorrow night.
11. I love hamburgers and corn on the cob. Perfect summer meal.
12. Summer is almost over and I am sad.
13. Then I think it's supposed to be hot and sunny this weekend and I am happy.
14. I still fit my grad dress from 7 years ago. (fist pump!)
15. I still fit my wedding dress from 3 months ago. (I would hope so!)
16. Hi, my name is Dana, I am 25 and I still play dress up with my sister.
17. God is whipping me into shape, slowly but surely.

So...yeah...an attempt? I don't know...

HAPPY 25TH BIRTHDAY DANA!
LOVE, ME.