Amazing Race Junkie

Since my team is out I can bitch about the other teams:

How come Ray & Yolanda are always breathing so heavy? I thought they were super-athletic long-distance marathon people? She's got wayyyy too much junk-in-the-trunk.

Go Fran & Barry - I LOOOOVE how mean they were to Lake & Michelle (Uh, are they not a total example of "I slept with my assistant and now she's pregnant so I have to marry the stupid twat"?)

I kind of wish that it was a non-elimination round just so we could see the Pink Double-D's claws come out at an airport or bus station and gauge out Mr. Redneck's eyes - that would've been some great entertainment! Oh well, just as good that they're gone. Horny Frat Boys have already forgotten them.

I'm going to get myself a t-shirt that says "Bowling Mom". Yep. Too funny.

Stay tuned for next week....I can't wait to see Mo's temper tantrum! She's done pretty good so far - I figured she would've spazzed out already at this point.

A Little Slow

Some interesting facts about KELLY

• No piece of Kelly can be folded in half more than seven (7) times
• Kelly is the only planet that rotates clockwise
• Kellys melt in vinegar
• American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one Kelly from each salad served in first-class
• Kellys do not produce acorns until they are fifty (50) years of age or older

Ok, here are some real ones:

• I have reading glasses that I don't wear because I hate how I look in glasses (and they're old and hurt the backs of my ears)
• I was born year of the Dragon and have a tattoo on my back that is the Chinese character for "Dragon"
• I'm a college drop-out
• My mom and I share the same birthday
• For 3 days before I menstruate, I have serious cravings for salt and regardless of how bad it is, I give in
• I wish I was more motivated to exercise
• I'm ignoring my kids right now and I'd better get back upstairs to see what they're doing

Glamorous

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Genius Mathematician. Where You Lived: Saudi Arabia. How You Died: Typhoid fever.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

Embarrassing Story #2: Kelly's Wardrobe Malfunction

I'll get straight to the point on this one - I exposed my breast in public.
To make a long story short, I met my girlfriend Tricia at the beach one hot summer day after work. We'd been trying to plan to meet for two weeks and finally were able to pull it off. We actually meet passed the road to the beach and you can take a trail to a wharf that goes across the lake (yes, lake - not ocean) and jump off that. There seems to be a lot more 20-somethings at this part of the lake.
So we meet and I have my bikini on under my shorts & t-shirt. We walk to the wharf and there's a few of her boyfriend's friends there (who are also, I should mention, all friends of both my older brothers as well). We lay out our towels and I take off my shorts and my t-shirt and then OOPS, there's a boob! In front of EVERYONE. I quickly shove the weight back into my bikini top and pretend it didn't happen. Tricia is just staring at me, wide-eyed. So we sit for a bit, in an uncomfortable silence. I slowly regain some composure and Tricia and I decide to jump in. She says to me, once we're alone in the water "Oh my God, your BOOB just popped out?" (or something along the lines of that). My answer: a nonchalant "Yeah, I guess it did. Oh well". It would be a little different if I didn't have two kids and friggin breastfeed and completely deflate afterward. Aaaargh!
From now on, I wear a one-piece.

Only Once

I don't even know why this came to me right now - I'm sitting in my freezing cold office, eating my tuna macaroni salad that Adam made for me, reading blogs and then I just decided to post a new one myself. And for some strange reason, this came to me. It's an embarrassing moment in my life. I don't get embarrassed easily, and to be honest I wasn't embarrassed at the time. But, it's a good story (if I can tell it right) and I feel like sharing.
It was over 8 years ago, before I had any kids. I was working downtown and taking the commuter train in every day while my boyfriend at the time took my car to work and was supposed to drop me off and pick me up. It had been a long, drizzly day and I was grateful to be getting home. I got off the train and lo and behold, the prick wasn't there (which was normal at the time because he was never a reliable guy, much the same now). So, as we had agreed every other time he was late, instead of me waiting outside in the cold and rain, I would walk the two blocks to the nearest Starbucks and wait there. At least I could sit with a coffee and read the paper. So I did. When I got there, though, I was dying to go pee. I had this fear of using the washroom on the commuter train because it rocked so much I was scared the door would slide open while you're using the facility.
Keep in mind, also, that this was about 9 years ago. I had on these pants that zipped up the back, and had these sort of suspenders attached to them. It's not as bad as you're picturing right now - they were all black dress pants and I actually was skinny enough back then to wear the suspenders under a tight sweater and you can't see the lines. Oh yeah, AND it was "that time of the month". So, I went in the bathroom, did my thing, came out and got in line to order my coffee. As I'm ordering, these two construction workers in their mid to late 30's are standing behind me. One of them suddenly taps on my shoulder "Um, miss - your zipper is open". It takes me a second to realize that it's the zipper that goes right down my back and my ass and my pants are gaping open and they're staring right at it! I just say "thanks"as chipper as I possibly can and zip it up. And he says "That's ok, we don't mind". THEN he says "and I like your tattoo".
I'm telling you - things like this can only happen to me. And ONLY ONCE. Besides, I don't think I own anything that zips in the back anymore anyways.

A Repeat, I'm Sure

I'm sure I've done this one, but my answers change EVERY time so here goes again:

Subject: How well do you know me?

Four movies I would watch over and over:
1. Walk The Line
2. Napoleon Dynamite
3. Sleepless in Seattle
4. Office Space
(I could easily go on here - there's about 20 movies that I would (and do) watch over and over)

Four places I have lived:
1. Coquitlam
2. Port Coquitlam
3. Surrey
4.

Four TV shows I love to watch:
1. Amazing Race
2. The First 48 (The REAL CSI)
3. Crime and Punishment (It's the REAL Law & Order)
4. Jeapordy!

Four places I have been on vacation:
1. Punta Cana
2. Disneyland
3. Oregon Coast
4. Tofino

Four web sites I visit daily:
1. Royal Bank
2. For work, usually Mapquest
3. other bloggers
4. msn.com (just because it's my homepage at work)

Four Favorite Foods:
1. Butter chicken with naan
2. Steak & mashed potatoes
3. The Buffalo chicken burgers Adam makes
4. cajun chicken

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. Back on the beach in Punta Cana
2. Disneyland
3. anywhere hot & sticky (my body soooo needs humidity right now!)
4. Back in bed

Four Friends that have been tagged that I think will respond:
1. Carly-Ann
2. Kristin
3. Piera
4. CLAYTON!

I've been tagged. so here it goes...delete my answers, replace with your own and send it back to me and on to other friends!

STRESS

Ok, I know I have been a very, VERY bad blogger lately. I have had a lot on my mind - and not a lot to publish on here. I've been working my butt off at my new job and I need to be licensed in order to continue with this job. I took an exam for my license the day after I started working here and I was told "it's not too hard, just read the material and you'll be fine". Are you frickin' nuts?? I later find out that you need 80% to pass and half the questions was material I had read...no wait, more or less skimmed through. Didn't quite memorize. Needless to say, I didn't pass and just wrote my re-write yesterday morning. Only now, the pressure is SO on. If I don't pass this one, I can't take another re-write for 6 months. And in that time, I doubt I will have this job any longer becuase I'm really no use to them until I'm licensed. So, it's do or die. And I wrote it yesterday. And now I want to die. Every time I think about it my stomach goes in knots and I want to puke.
On the upside, if I lose this job I will probably be blogging a lot then....and hanging out with the cats.

Sergeant

This post is loooong overdue...

The day was July 8, 1998. It was blistering hot. There was a full moon that evening. And a sweet baby boy was born. He had dark brown hair, bright blue eyes and he could raise one eyebrow as if he was deep in thought. Yes, my little man Evan decided to finally join us. After a bit of prodding (labour was induced, water was broken with a knitting-needle) and about 12 blissful hours of labour (momma was just so glad it was almost over) he came out into this bright world with a good wail and looking like a full-blown WOP. Seriously, I wanted to name him Marco. His dark hair was parted on the side like he had just combed it and he looked like he'd been in Mexico for two weeks, his skin was so dark.
Now, this 7 1/2-year-old is still as sweet as ever and that dimple of his I know is gonna melt a lot of hearts. It already does!
Evan has his share of nick-names like his sister Munson. I think Adam has made them all up. One is Big Shooter. The other? Sergeant Stroker. Because apparently he's been caught "standing at attention" a couple times. So he's a boy? What boy hasn't?? Anyways, the Sarge has apparently stuck and since Evan doesn't really know the origin of this name, he actually thinks it's pretty cool.
He's a smart little guy - he loves to read, watch movies, listen to music, play lego and anything to do with Star Wars. He honestly thinks he's a Jedi. He's a great listener - the grandparents love him because he'll just sit there and listen to EVERYTHING you have to say. And he's genuinely interested.
Little Casanova has more girl-friends than guy friends, which I find strange but what can you do. I asked him who he wants to have at his birthday party this year and this is what he told me: Sidney, Teyla, Cara, Mariam, Alyssa, Claudia (of course) and CARLY. ???? Whatever. Even his grade 1 teacher still pines over him! His class this year is right next door to her and she still gets visits from her "boy" (as she lovingly still calls him) for hugs and hellos at least twice a week.
All in all, Evan's a good guy. He's had his ups and downs and being a sensitive little guy, he's got a pretty hard shell on him.
So here he is, the Sarge - I'm stuck on what else to add about him since I'm being a little hassled on this so this'll be it for now.
Adieu

See, I told you...

I know, this is a short post. But my mom sent me this picture taken on her's and my birthday (same day) and when I look at this picture I start cracking up so hard. I TOLD you Olivia is nuts! (See previous post about Munson).

I don't really know if she was laughing, screaming or just making a face but it was way too hilarious for me NOT to post it.

And I've been getting a lot of flack for for not posting anything recently. I started a new job last week and before that was studying for an exam - don't worry, once I get back into the working groove I'll be back at 'er. Hang tight.

You Are Sworn to Secrecy

I have been tagged once again by Carly, so here you are. Five Guiltly Pleasures (and I'm assuming by guilty pleasure it is something that I love to do that I should be incredibly ashamed of?)

1. Salt. I love salt. There are certain foods that I just can NOT consume without adding salt. I know it's bad for me but I think that in moderation I should be ok. I have very low blood pressure so I'm still in the safety zone. I'm sure I'll die from it some day though, I'm sure of it.

2. Shopping. If I could, I would honestly shop till I drop. I love to buy clothes - for myself, Adam, the kids. I love to buy stuff for the house. Heck, I even ENJOY grocery shopping! And drug stores? LOOOOVE 'em! They should put up little cabins in factory outlet parking lots for people like me. I'd spend entire weekends there.

3. This one is so bad. I'm a people-watcher, which is fine. But I make fun of people ALL THE TIME. It's so bad. I don't do it alone - I usually have an 'unnamed' accomplice. But, as Adam says, there is definitely a nice little spot by the fire reserved just for me...in Hell.

4. Celebrity gossip. My mom buys People magazine all the time and when she's done with them, I read them. Lately, it's more been for Adam and I to fight over who gets to do the crosswords in them (how geeky are we?), but I do like to read. Did you hear what Nicky Hilton said when she saw Mischa Barton at a club the other day? "What is that fat pig doing here?". HAHAHA. I just love it! And why does Katie Holmes smile like a freekin' 6-year-old? Tom Cruise is gonna go way more insane than he already is and she'll end up with a restraining order against him.

5. Reality TV. I shunned it for years. Then I started watching the Amazing Race and loved it. Then I met Adam and he got me to watch the American Idol auditions and thought they were hilarious. Now I watch Survivor, and absolutely LOOOOVED So You Think You Can Dance. Those guys were amazing! I still can't be bothered with the Bachelor and Big Brother and Fear Factor stuff though.

And remember, what happens on Kelly's blog, stays on Kelly's blog.

Moi

• Last Alcoholic Drink: Red wine after dinner last night
• Last Car Ride: This morning, dropped kids off at daycare then ran errands.
• Last Kiss: Olivia, when I dropped the kids off.
• Last Good Cry: A couple weeks ago when my ex was 2 hours late picking up the kids and I was more angry about his irresponsible nature.
• Last Library Book checked out: Holy crap - it would've been about 9 years ago in college.
• Last Movie Seen in Theatres: The Exorcism of Emily Rose - it was months ago!
• Last Book Read: A non-fiction crime novel called The Surgeon's Wife
• Last Movie Rented: I think it was Skeleton Key
• Last Cuss Word Uttered: It was the eff one, moments ago, and it was to Dante who I'm gonna kill in a second
• Last Beverage Drank: Coffee.
• Last Food Consumed: Bagel chips with cream cheese on them.
• Last Phone Call: And old friend from Ranch Park - Nomayne
• Last TV Show Watched: The Morning News
• Last Time Showered: Yesterday after my workout - I'm going in the shower as soon as I post this.
• Last Shoes Worn: Black leather boots that just go up to my calves.
• Last CD Played: The Killers in the car, as per Olivia's request.
• Last Item Bought: Some silk plants from Michaels
• Last Download: It was from Nick Jr. website for Olivia - something to do with Dora the Explorer.
• Last Annoyance: The guy that ran the stop sign near Evan's school yesterday and almost killed me - thank goodness I'm an attentive driver.
• Last Disappointment: The way I was treated at the job I just quit - I didn't want it to end that way, but it was out of my control.
• Last Thing Written: A letter I started to my friend Carly, who will be jetting off to Paris in a few days
• Last Key Used: My front door
• Last Word Spoken: See above regarding the last cuss word uttered....
• Last Sleep: last evening from about 10:30 - 6:00 this morning
• Last Sexual Fantasy: It had something to do with Adam and I being away somewhere on a remote beach - I keep dreaming about a vacation alone with him!!
• Last Weird Encounter: With the ex-boss on Tuesday when she told me to leave
• Last Ice Cream Eaten: I don't remember - I almost never eat ice cream. I think it was Spring Break last year when I drove out to Langley with the kids just to get Baskin Robbins.
• Last Time Amused: Reading a comment on my blog from my sister-in-law. I actually laughed out loud. (Before I swore at my cat).
• Last Time Wanting To Die (figuratively): I think it was a few minutes before I quit my job, I felt really sick to my stomach because I felt so bad about it.
• Last Time Hugged: Adam, this morning - we were moody toward each other last night and I needed a hug from him.
• Last Time Scolded: I don't know - it was probably in December before I finished at my other job, my old supervisor BEEACH. I probably didn't read her mind correctly.
• Last Chair Sat In: Other than here at the computer - it was in my car.
• Last bowel movement: Ok, who put this question in here? This morning, if you really need to know
• Last Underwear Worn: White bikini's with a pink flower on the front
• Last Shirt Worn: black sweater
• Last Webpage Visited: I just read the headlines on MSN.com

The End.

This is So Rad!

As I sit here and catch up on 3 weeks worth of emails from my friends and family, I come across one of those memory lists. You know the ones - they remind you of how old you are because they list the prices of chocolate bars in 1965 and old hair styles and heartthrobs. This particular one was written for girls that grew up in the 70's and it has inspired me to jot down a few memories of my own from the 80's. Now, I was born in 1977, so much of the early 80's I don't remember just because I was so young. But here's what I do remember:

You Were a Kid in the 80's If You Remember: (and if you don't remember it's because you smoked too much pot in high school)

• Home-made Halloween costumes like the one's in the above picture. (Halloween in my kindergarten class in 1982)
• You wore stirrup-pants with your jellybean shoes.
• You had pink lipstick that came in a Crayola tube shaped like a crayon (I still remember the weird flavour of that stuff!)
• You wore a huge hair clip with a big fabric bow on it, or a banana clip. (this is where a picture of Kristin would come in real handy because I know I have a pic of her wearing one somewhere.....)
• You tried to dress like Cindy Lauper or Madonna for Halloween one year but your parents wouldn't let you.
• You dreamed of having a phone that looked like a duck and quacked when it rang (like on Silver Spoons).
• The song "You're My Obsession" was always in your head but just the music, not the words.
• You raced home to watch 3-2-1 Contact or an After School Special because Kirk Cameron was in it.
• You had a K-Way jacket that you would actually fold up into the little pouch and wear around your waist.
• Everyone wore neon - especially on the sides of your bicycle shorts.
• Thriller and Cindy Lauper's "She's So Unusual" were your first albums or (as in my case) cassette tapes.
• Your mom was your hero because she braved the stampede to buy you your first Cabbage Patch Doll.
• You used almost an entire can of hair spray to hold up your bangs.
• Tight stretch jeans.

And as you grew a little older.....

• You had a bad poodle-perm as a teenager in the 90's (I am NOT including that picture)
• Guys sported mullets, and they were darn cool.
• You tight-rolled your jeans and wore them proudly with your Club Monaco or Mondetta sweatshirt.
• You dreamed of a boyfriend that would have longer hair than you.
• You danced the running man to C & C Music Factory, Black Box and Bel Biv Devoe.
• Hammer Pants.
• Eternity perfume.
• You wore jeans cut into shorts with black tights underneath. R-E-D H-O-T. Yeah baby.

And a little later....

• My favorite shoes: my 8-hole Doc Marten steel-toed boots.
• Mosh-pits.
• Cutting the bottoms of your jeans so they would fray in the wash.
• Grunge.
• You quoted stupid sayings from Wayne's World and ended every sentence with "NOT".

Holy shit, were we losers or what?

I guess I'm IT

Carly tagged me, so here it is
The rules: The tagged victim lists 8 different points of their perfect lover/partner, mentioning the sex of said partner. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on a post letting them know they've been tagged. If tagged before, no need to contribute. (Though I don't have 8 victims....hmmm)

My Perfect Lover/Partner:

MALE

1. Non-smoker. This is a huge deal to me - I dealt with a guy that couldn't quit smoking for way too long and it just proved that he's got an addictive personality. Besides, it's gross and stinky.
2. A good dresser. A guy that can dress himself and co-ordinate his wardrobe ranks very high on my list.
3. Independent - not only can he dress himself, but he's not still attached to his mommy's tit. (Ok, rude, I know - but jeez, some guys honestly can't do anything for themselves).
4. Hard-Working. I mean, every girl wants to marry a guy that's independently wealthy, right? Well, not if he can't earn it himself! I like a guy that can start with absolutely nothing and build himself something - that says a lot.
5. Sense of humour, definitely. I think I can be funny, but I'm not gonna sit here and laugh at my own jokes. You gotta make me laugh.
6. This is a give-in, but he's gotta like kids. Obviously.
7. A good cook. I love to cook and I think I'm pretty good at it - I also enjoy competition. Bring it.
8. Thoughtful - you gotta love a guy that remembers birthdays, thinks about you when he sees something that he knows you'll love and buys it and stops on his way home from work to pick up a nice bottle of wine because he knows you'll really appreciate it. (Even though he's really hoping that you'll get drunk and naked by 9:00).

Now I'm supposed to "tag" 8 people but I don't have that many readers so I'll just tag Kristin, Piera, Julie, Siobhan, Dianne, Tricia, Shelley and Sharlene. Trusting that you'll read this and email it to me or post in my comments....~hint hint~.

134 and Counting DOWN

Good-Bye 2005!

So, it's now 2006. '05 was awesome. I met the greatest man on earth. He's awesome. Seriously. We went away on vacation to the Dominican Republic with all 3 kids - it was the best time I've ever had on a vacation! Then we found a great house to rent and moved in together. And it's been absolute bliss ever since (minus our tragic loss in October).
So does 2006 have in store? Well, I have never made a New Year's Resolution in my life, but this year is different. It's different because I have gained an ENORMOUS amount of weight since one year ago and it's revolting. Just look at that awful picture of me in Carly's blog - the one in the green sweater. I make rude noises every time I see it. I've gone up 2 sizes, I have some serious muffin tops and I just disgust myself.
Ok, I'm exaggerating just a bit. I've gained about 10 lbs. I know it's not ENORMOUS, as I previously whined about above. And most of the gain was after my accident in August. But I do look a lot bigger and feel a lot worse. So now, my goal is to lose that excess 10lbs and go back down to a size 6. And I'm giving myself 2 months. Starting now. So by March 22 I had better look damn good or.....what? What should my punishment be? Can someone think of something and I can finish this? Because all I can think of for now is that if I don't lose it by two months, I then have to lose it by three months.
I'm going upstairs right now to throw out the last of the brownies with the cream cheese icing. I had one after dinner and it was kind of stale.
I'm gonna wear my bikini again this summer, dammit!

This is Like Grade 7 All Over Again!

This is so funny - inspired by my friend Carly's blog who was in turn prompted by another, I have brought to you my MASH results, 2006:

Your husband's name is Benicio Del Toro and you have 4 children. You're a Ranch Hand who drives to work every day in a black Porsche Cayenne.
It's truly a wonderful life when you consider the countless romantic nights you have spent with Benicio Del Toro in your house in Denver, Colorado.

I just wish I could remember how to fold the paper to do that other one we used to do....

Ok, now I'm trying to find some pictures from elementary school but I can't locate them right now (as Kristin heaves a sigh of relief). I did, however, find this one that I had scanned in a couple years ago, of me and my friend Nikki:
I also found some of my grad photos and although I never dated the guy I went to grad with (we were just friends), those will go into the "Guys I Once Dated" blog which will appear some time in the future.

Stop and Smell the ROSES

I know, it's been a couple days. I have a cold and haven't wanted to sit at the computer after work the past two days. I feel like absolute shit. Regardless, I have yet another rant (maybe I'm just cranky?).
Why is it that when people are in a huge crowd, we're barely moving it's so dang crowded, someone has to let one go? I mean seriously. I get off the skytrain, it's a HUGE surge of people, we're going up the escalator at the station, and then suddenly you get this whiff of a rank ASS. And then, the next day, same thing: we're all waiting at the Westcoast Express station, the train arrives, we're slowly making our way on, big crowd again, and I almost GAG. It's freakin' sick. WHY? If I knew who did it, I'd have thrown them in front of the train. I can't even eat a piece of dry toast in the morning, how the hell am I supposed to be able to stomach someone else's shite?
On the upside, commuting on public transit has given me much inspiration. I bought myself a cute little note pad that I scribble my blog ideas in and it's getting quite full. When I have a little more time in front of the computer (and not 20 minutes before I want to be in bed and in a nice Night-time-cold-medication-induced sleep) I've got some good topics to bitch....er....I mean discuss on here. Not to mention the introduction to The Sarge is getting over due. Stay tuned....

[Picture Note: This isn't the Westcoast Express, but it is the old steam engine that is at Fort Steele, BC (West Kootenays - look it up, gorgeous place!)]

Back On the Wagon Again

Yep, that's right - as of today, I'm back at work. What does that mean? It means less blogging and no more checking my email every day. And when it comes to email, I'll probably read the stuff that isn't a "fw" first, then I'll open the picture/movie fwds, and then, eventually, I'll get to the stuff I have to actually read. That's my priority sequencing.
Wow, I only actually had 3 weeks out of work, and believe it or not, it felt like less! Initially, I was kind of hoping to have a mini-vacation in there. Some extra time to do extra little things with the kids and around the house. But, considering I wasn't actively looking for work, I consider myself very lucky. Some people out there have a hard time finding work and don't have the EI cushion that I had. I was quite blessed. And, so far, it looks as though I'm going to enjoy this job. I'm so happy! Exhausted, but happy.
Oh yeah, talk about great start - last night, the eve of my starting this new job, Munson decides that (after a long afternoon at Crash Crawleys) she's too tired to eat dinner so goes to bed at around 6:30. Then, after waking a couple times due to a nightmare and then her head hurting (?), she pukes up an entire day's worth of food. So, I put her in my bed so I can keep watch on her during the night and she doesn't wake Claudia up (since they share a room and bunk bed) and even though she isn't sick at all the rest of the night, do you think I got any sleep? Hell no!
I am now tired, starving, and want to veg in front of the tube after the monkey's are in bed. Which will be 8:00 sharp! ~sigh~ And so it begins....

That was me working at Family Insurance, I think early 2003. I was pregnant with Olivia in that picture - you can sort of tell. I got the "glow" (ie: oily, shiny skin - ew!).

Please Allow Me to Introduce You to

Olivia Rose Strachan

My girl, Olivia, aka Munson, or Bibia, as her good little friend Alex lovingly calls her (as in "Bibia, STOP it!" and then ~smack~ and then she starts crying "Ayex hit me!"). Yes, she is my very own Mini Me, yet blonde, for now. Only she's got a whole lot more personality than I had at her age. This kid is NUTS. She's cute, and she knows it, and plays it up VERY well. She will be on stage one day and I wouldn't doubt that she'll end up on TV. She constantly cracks us up, whether she is purposely entertaining us or just saying what's on her mind.
She let her presence be known to us (well, namely me) from day one. I was sick as a dog from about my 8th week of pregnancy until about 2 hours prior to holding her for the first time. I had that gut feeling from the beginning that I was having a girl, though I don't think I ever told anyone until after I had her. I like the surprise factor. And I like that it pisses people off that we don't know the sex of the baby!
She came out with a bang on May 16, 2003 and was absolutely adored by all, especially her big brother. They still have their sweet moments, once in a while. The rest of the time there's a sign on Evan's door that reads "Olivia stay out".
Now Miss O is a very active almost-3-year-old enjoying her Saturday morning ballet classes and looking forward to starting pre-school next Fall. Though she often tells people (including Santa) that she is 5-years-old and goes to "Evan's school"on the school bus.

She gets a kick out of calling me Kelly, unless she wants something and then it's Mommy. She loves books (especially those Little Critters ones), her new Leap-pad, playing with her doll-house, watching Dora, chewing gum, dancing and the colour pink. Oh yeah, and listening to The Killers in the car, unless it's the Monster Mash or the Chipmunks Christmas song. She is bossy, stubborn and determined and thinks she can con Adam into giving her treats all the time. She is Olivia, we all love her to bits though sometimes wish she wouldn't grow up so fast. I'm sure there will be more of her to come on here.

Top 10 Reasons

I'm Glad I'm a Woman

1. I can "people watch" without looking like a creepy stalker.
2. I get to carry a purse and not be self-conscious.
3. It's ok to get scared once in a while - actually, it can be kinda cute.
4. Parties! Whether it be candles, cookware, jewellery, sex toys - whatever! It always equals good food and beverages and a lotta girl talk.
5. I can smile or talk to babies and children at the mall or on the street without looking like a creepy pedophile.
6. Chick Flicks.
7. The possibility that you can either flirt your way into a club or flirt your way out of a speeding ticket (I've done the club thing a few times and the ticket thing once).
8. I got to take ballet for years and never got teased about it.
9. Giving birth was a seriously awesome experience - and no matter how much pain a man is in, he can never compare it to that!
10. When we gain weight, we gain it proportionately, so our breasts get bigger too. When men gain weight, their penises stay the same size, just making them look smaller. That's funny.

So there you go, my first top 10. It's a little silly, I know, but I really noticed the people-watching thing the other day so I had to put it in somewhere.

My Cohorts

I thought it was time I introduce my co-writers. My partners in crime are Juneau (bigger guy) and Dante.

Mostly it's just Dante - he's decided that now that I'm his stay-at-home mom that he should constantly follow me everywhere. And when I sneak off downstairs to the office to do stuff on the computer, he somehow sniffs me out and must climb all over me, chase my fingers on the keyboard (I type fast) and basically just piss me off. You should see the little scratches on my neck from him attacking my hair while I sit here! My camera is usually down here too but when I try to take pictures of him "helping" me at the computer, he moves so fast it turns out blurry. And, although I haven't seen her since the day she was a adopted, I hear his sister Kemah is just as bad, if not worse. My good friend Carly and I adopted the kittens the same day - her's wasn't a planned thing, she was just coming along for the ride. But who can say no to a cute little kitty?
To make a long story short, when we adopted Juneau back in August we had a beautiful Boxer named Kaine. They quickly became best buds but then Kaine sadly passed away in October and Juneau became extremely lonely. So, we adopted Dante to fill the void for Juneau. And now, Juneau is Dante's surrogate mom. Seriously. They play and cuddle and sleep together and Dante even falls asleep suckling on Juneau's little nipple. Never mind that Juneau is MALE. Adam thinks it's disgusting but I think it's sweet.
So, now you know my kitties and you'll have some clue as to who I am rambling on about here. (If you didn't already know).
Oh yeah, and stay tuned: I'm working on my very first Top 10 list. As I've learned from Carly, I now carry in my purse a little pad of paper and a pen so I can write things down as they come to me. So fun!