Ha. Made you look....I had a rant and a rave at my niece today when explaining all the reasons that her 17-year-old-self needed to be on birth control pills...
And I would have had better conversation with, um, a flipping rock....
She doesn't agree.
I just want her to be protected, her mother agreed. I gave her other reasons why she should, besides just the birth control aspect...regular periods...clearer skin...anything at all to give her a moment to go, "Oh, MAYBE I SHOULD..."
But, nah, nothing....
I've made arrangements to be referred to a gynecologist on the island instead of having to travel the 5 hours to Halifax every 6 months for my regular check ups. God. That will be sooooo much more convenient. This means that I won't have to travel there next month...I guess I'll have to start finding other reasons to go to Halifax instead.
In other news....I've made up my mind that there are certain aspects in my life that have to be changed, painfully-absolutely, but completely necessary. Details are still being worked out, but I'm sure that I will have plenty of bitching entries in the very near future.
You know what...I haven't made soap for about 100 years. Well, it sure feels that way. I have to get organized here, but I feel like I'm under a huge weight of pressure right now, things have got to change.....
I'm off tomorrow, but I have to work in the evening for 2 hours, and then we are all going out for steaks to celebrate my sister's birthday. Reservations are for 8:00, can't wait...there will be 13 of us there, should be good for a few laughs anyway.
I had a bouquet of flowers delivered to my sister at work today with a card that said, "Happy Birthday You Old Bag" and no sender...ha! Funny girl I am....she was digging around, but I wouldn't tell her it was me so she called my Mom and tricked her into thinking that I spilled the beans and my Mom said that yeah, she knew I was having them delivered....bugger. The flowers were beautiful! I saw them tonight when we went over for supper and cake.
I just gave my dogs great big chew bone thingies...ones to clean their teeth, and I was sure they would be entertained for at least an hour. Nope. Pepai had hers devoured in under 5 minutes, and Bandit's took about 45 minutes. Pigs.
Speaking of Pepai....she is a huge brute! Huge!! I don't know how much she weighs, but I'm guessing it's close to 60lbs. I can't lift her and keep her still enough to read the bathroom scale while holding her. She is much bigger than Bandit, and she's not 7 months yet.
There is a man that walks his Boxer through town everyday, and I stopped him once, just after we got Pepai and asked how old his dogs was. At that time his dog was 7 months, and I remember thinking , "Oh my God! Is Pepai going to get that big?!" And today he walked by the shop while I was outside and I thought, "Geez. He's not nearly as big as Pepai."
We've talked about breeding her, but I think I'm still on the fence about that one.
She is absolutely a wonderful dog, and if I could be guaranteed to have others with her temperament and personality, I'd get a dozen more....and a farm....and then I'd have to sign divorce papers, I'm sure.
I found out today that Ty has been biting and pinching kids at school. Nice. It's funny, I was shocked, I mean, seriously MY baby? They must be mistaken...yes, it's true, for a split second I was THAT mother, the mother who believes that her child does no wrong....the teachers at school today brought me back to reality with a giant-sized dose of yes-your-kid-can-misbehave-too-you-know.....bummer.
He's been sitting in time-out and made to apologize...
*still shaking my head, are you sure it was MY baby?**
Anyway....I'm dealing.
Did I mention that the daycare seems to be in a complete upheaval lately? They are short-staffed, well, they are covered, but they usually have an extra body. The dynamic has changed, and two of the 3 ladies that have been there since we started are gone, one quit-apparently, and one is on maternity leave. Things feel really different lately, and I'm not pleased with the changes and lack of co-ordination....Mama Bear is sensing something....
Alright. It's late, and I'm pooped. I bought a book that is calling my name. I'm going to curl up in the most comfortable bed on Earth and read myself to dreamland.
Thanks for checking in.....
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