Apr 28

Hmm… surprisingly accurate. Especiallly about the ridgid and picky thing! But I’m not so sure about a square being a “power symbol”. Isn’t “square” usually a term used to make fun of people who are really uncool, not powerful?

Your Birthdate: July 22

You tend to be understated and under appreciated.
You have a hidden force to do amazing things, doing them your own way.
People may see you as strange and shy, but they know little.
Your unconventional ways have more power than they (and even you) know. 

Your strength: Standing up for what you know is true

Your weakness: You tend to be picky and rigid

Your power color: Silver

Your power symbol: Square

Your power month: April
Apr 26

We’re around five weeks from baby time here. I don’t have a date set for the c-section yet but I’m supposed to deliver by 38.5 weeks and that is five weeks from now. I am alternating between excitement and apathy. I am ready to not be pregnant anymore and, of course, am starting to be uncomfortable. On the other hand, I know what I am in for in terms of the work of a new baby (even a really easy one – PLEASE GOD LET IT BE AN EASY ONE) and I am kind of enjoying the peace and quiet.

I am trying to savour this time with my family as it is before it goes through the dramatic change of adding another person and another personality to the mix.

Admist the anticipation I think there is a tiny bit of sadness that our family will never be the same again after this. I know that we will love this baby and after he arrives we will wonder how we ever had a complete family without him, but I don’t know him yet and part of me is sad that our days as a family of three are numbered. But I am looking forward to meeting this little guy and there is something so precious about a newborn. It’s almost three years since Avery was born and it will be fun to have a little baby again. I am also really looking forward to seeing our two kids together and how Avery will react to the baby. Wow. Two kids. Amazing.

Apr 18

In Saskatoon and, I expect, much of Canada, we are currently experiencing a phenomenon which I have yet to see documented so I am devoting an entire blog entry to….The Reverse Pothole.

We are slowly emerging from what is affectionately known as “Pothole Season” (better known as the Holy Season of Shock-Absorber Replacement) and we all curse and swear to high heaven about the stupid potholes.

Isn’t there a better way? Why, if they can make materials that can withstand trips through space and nuclear holocaust, can they not pave our streets with something that will last more than a summer?

As road construction crews are out in full force right now attempting to repair the sinkholes and ashphalt vomit that is strewn all over Saskatoon I have noticed we have fewer potholes and, to take their place, we now have REVERSE POTHOLES. This is where a pothole has (apparently) been repaired, leaving a brand new little bump instead of a hole. So now, instead of brain-rattling bumps rin and out of potholes we have only slightly less annoying and jarring adventures over pavement that rivals Olympic Moguls. I don’t want to complain…but…well…yes, I do want to complain. I say again…there MUST BE A BETTER WAY!!!

Apr 7

Yesterday I had my first ever manicure/pedicure. I had never really thought that it was something I would enjoy, but I really did. Especially the pedicure, particularly because I am having an increasingly difficult time getting at my toes as my tummy gets bigger. I had never really given much thought to people who do pedicures before. It certainly wouldn’t have made my list of least desirable jobs and I’m sure I would have ranked it a lot higher than, for example, working at McDonalds. However, let’s be honest, this job is kind of gross. I don’t know if you realize this but FEET ARE KIND OF ICKY! I wouldn’t place myself in the foot phobia category at all, though I have known a couple of people who had strong feelings about feet. But the thought of spending an hour and a half of my attention on a person’s foot doesn’t sound like the best job in the world to me.

Historically, foot-washing has been a symbol of humility and submission. I know that the conditions were less than primitive and my feeet were reasonably clean and the girl who was working on my feet was getting paid to do it. BUT. You’d have to pay me A LOT to want to get up close and personal with another person’s smelly feet. And I have warts on my one toe. Yuck. I must admit it was a little humbling to let this girl work on my feet, warts and all. And she was very professional about it. All this to say that I have a new respect for people who work do pedicures.