I am addicted to McDonald’s hot mustard dipping sauce for mcnuggets. Even without the nuggets. Just give me something to dip in it!
I thought Marisa Tomei winning an Academy Award was the 7th sign of the apocalypse, but I think this is.
I couldn’t be more uninspired by the Rolling Stones playing in Toronto. The city paid them 10 million dollars, its not like they did it out of the goodness of their heart.
I saw a farmer from Montana saying that the reason the US still wont accept Canadian beef because of ONE mad cow case is “because of 9/11 and Canada not supporting the war”. Too bad no one pointed out the fact that Iraq really wasn’t involved in 9/11. People are dumb.
We should stop joking about naming our kid Poncey Fauntleroy soon or we might just tell them the wrong name at the hospital.
Still bitter about missing people DOING IT on the riverbank.
Although I am vaguely and waywardly catholic, the Vatican should fuck off with the same sex marriage thing. No one says YOU have to perform same sex marriages for the love of fuck. What century are people living in?
People of the world, more specifically, my office – modulate your voice. WE CAN HEAR YOU. On the phone, down the hall, in a meeting room. Shush. The world is a gentler place when you speak quietly.
I told work I was pregnant. Everyone has been really nice. I will be 13 weeks on Saturday and done my first trimester, which brings a modicum of relief that I am through the high-risk miscarriage zone. Although I will probably be paranoid til the thing pops out.

By not going with Mark to the party on the riverboat last night I missed the chance to see TWO PEOPLE DOING IT on the riverbank. I was instead lying on the couch and monitoring laundry. Apparently there are pictures, but they suck.

You know, in general, I hate to complain about pregnancy related things. For one, it took us a longish time to get pregnant and secondly remembering all the women in the fertility clinic who aren’t yet as lucky as I. In fact, lets all just take a moment to think of those who can’t get pregnant just by fucking. *moment*
Anyhow. Today, I will make a tiny complaint about headaches. This may not even really be a pregnancy complaint since I got a fair number of head crunchers when I wasn’t gestating. But really, the headaches prevent me from doing the million things I should be doing. Like putting away the open bag of Doritos on the kitchen counter, mailing out some more CDs, sewing some snazzy maternity outfits, cooking a meal at home (and not just a sammich), ironing my work clothes, starting to organize the fetus’s room (now my home office), and many other things. These chores are not accomplished by lying on the couch with an icepack on my head. I would totally love to pull a Samantha on Bewitched type of deal, but despite many years of practice, I CANNOT wiggle my nose properly. Also, I have only gained a total of less than 5 pounds so far, but lots of things don’t fit. My boobs. Seriously. Stop it.
Allsorts. I had lunch with my friend Trevor today. I love him. We laughed, we cried, we mocked. My secret boyfriend got new glasses – he looks hot. Mark is going to a game release party tonight on the riverboat. I chose to stay nerd free tonight. All I want to eat lately is soup. Lots of soup. Who wants to share some clam chowdah with me?
Oh, and the cramping I have been feeling is most likely this.

I am just about to hit the hay, but wanted to share some garden photos.
Also, I made these this weekend and they were divine. If you love chocolate, you must make them.
Wow, this is a total Martha Stewart entry without the inside trading. I did have a fabulous nap today. It was so nice.
I am stumped for anything else. I am ready for bed. But here are some photos.

i am so suprised. wow. really umm surprised.
dear liza,
don’t marry a gay guy unless you are a gay guy.
j.bro

Here is a story done in our local paper about the Edmonton connection.

I am having some cramping today. I assume this is normal, since shit is growing in my insides, but I worry a little nonetheless.
My mom cleaned yesterday and then told me; “you should be embarrassed!” about how I left the house. Nice. She also mentioned for the millionth time how we have to clean more often because we have cats. We have cats? REALLY? We also need a new vacuum. Also about the 100th mention of this, because again, we didn’t realize out vacuum is a piece of shit. We are looking into getting a built in system.
You should see Seabiscuit. Why? I hear its a good movie and there is an Edmonton connection. If you read me regularly, you will remember my friend Janet’s mom, Bessie passing away in April. Bessie, real name Joanne, was Johnny “Red” Pollard’s sister. Red is the jockey who rode Seabiscuit. When Bessie (just us kids called her that) was in the hospital, we were reading passages of the book. The Pollards owned a brickyard in Edmonton and Joanne was the youngest of all the Pollard kids. It is sad that she will not get to see the movie. Every time I have seen the trailer for the movie on TV I cry. Janet still misses her mom lots (of course) and it reminds me of her. Mark and I might go see the movie on Monday, since neither of us are working. No doubt it will make me cry, since everything does these days anyhow.
Also, there is a memorial for Shonda, my friend who passed away the week after Besssie died, on August 3rd. I have been looking through old photos and realized that I don’t have any recent ones. I guess things had been so shitty for so long, we were never in that happy picture taking frame of mind. I have been asked to speak at the memorial, but I don’t know what to say. Today is probably not a good day to think about it. It is raining and gloomy and I got some icky emails this morning and I am just kinda’ funky in general.
TGIF baby-cakes, TGIF.

The few of you regular readers will know that we pay my mom to clean our house now and again. It is a biggish house for 2 people and 2 cats and Mom is good at washing the floors and other things that neither Mark and I like to do. My mom just called me to tell me she had some time today and it was raining out so she was going to go over and clean a bit. I haven’t precleaned though. The kitchen is in a state. An open bag of Doritos on the counter (forbidden food in our house), there is mail and dirty dishes on the counter. My mom will be appalled. She thinks we are so busy, but as I was telling the ‘poo, we are really just lazy. I lie about on the couch too much and Mark has become one with the Xbox as of late. We are disgusting lazy yuppies. Last night I got home from the BBQ for Mark’s work and had to watch a Friends rerun and some Martha Stewart, so the kitchen looks craptastic. I should have told her not to go over.
*embarrassed*

So, last night I get up to give myself my final insulin shot, I come back and who do I see in my spot in the bed?

Not Mark, I can tell you that. Benoit was warming up my spot which is not nice when it is so hot out and we live in non-airconditioned land.
Non cat lovers, please look away.

Why is no one around to go to McDonalds with me for lunch? Why? I need a Big Mac, I’m pregnant, help me.