I just had a nice bath and I no longer feel like the rag under the sink draped around the pipe. ick. Charlotte seems to be getting back to normal more than I have. You know, more irritating, demanding, crazy, your average toddler.
I won’t post about Melissa’s Today Show appearance because she and many others have articulated it better than someone who has probably just barfed or sharted. Go read the discussion it is awesome. The few things I will say is MOMS! STOP JUDGING OTHER MOMS! If the topic was “Dads drink beer while watching football AND their children are present!” It would be a non fucking issue. God damned men and the fucking penis. (not sick enough to not be outraged). Note to Melissa: you were perfectly poised on camera, didn’t cry and look hot. I, just took out the ponytail I have had in for 3 days. I am disgusting.
The worst part of being sick is asking for help. My mom came over one day to help Mark and give him some rest and then Mark has taken 2 days off. I have mentioned before that illness in my family of origin was seen as a result of something you had done wrong. You ate something wrong, your diet was deficient, your chakras were misaligned, your azure aura had a whole in it, you were thinking too many negative thoughts, etc. Honestly, we never had man if any sick days. I have also told you that in 12 years of school I missed 2 days for getting my wisdom teeth out. It is difficult for me to be raised where sickness is anathema and then to become an adult where it is quite common because of 1) I am crazy and on crazy pills, and 2) I have a chronic immune disease (diabetes) and 3) my fucking azure aura still had a hole in it! Having people, especially my when my mom comes and helps me makes me feel like the crazy invalid daughter than people whisper about in church, you know (whisper) she has a touch of the nerves (/whisper).
Poor Charlotte’s 3rd birthday came in with a hurl and out with a poop. Sorry honey, we will reschedule a time where all our adult friends can drink in your honour another day.
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I am ready for my c-section now after 23 hours of labour now please. I have no shame, I mean, I am all puffy and horrid looking here, but I do it for you! my mocking readers.

fresh outa’ the womb.

First day home after almost 2 weeks in the NICU

coupla’ weeks later.
P.S. I have put up a bunch of pre-flickr photos of mostly Charlotte if you can’t sleep or are waiting for your bread to be done or the husband to let you use the Wii or whatev. They all seem dreadfully out of order, oh well.

charlotte and i have the flu. the worst flu ihave ever had. multiple barfing sessions, more infor available on demand.
i did watch Melissa this morning and it made me angry, but we will chat about it later. She did look HOTTT!
this is the longest i have gone without checking my email, except when in the hospital having charlotte. blah.
any flu remedy suggestions? am i dying? how would i be able to tell?

Sorry no real entry, but I have some photos up of me as a yout’ with crazy hair and furry eyebrows. Go. Go mock me.

more evidence my hair will eventually look like early Ted Nugent.

I will finally do Helen Jane’s meme which has been percolating in my mind while tossing and turning about on the spare room bed for the last couple of hours/days/ weeks?
Five things you may not know about me: (caveat, you might know some of these things since I don’t exactly hold back on the blog, so I will probably toss in a few more to make it fair. I know we all like our memes to be fair.)
1) I lost my virginity when I was 21 WHILE wearing my BASS Wee gun penny loafers.
2) I had a subscription to the UTNE reader for about 4 years.
3) Mark was my first REAL boyfriend.
4) I stole at least 3 Garfield key chains when I was in Grade 8
5) I have brought in a hay crop many a time in my yout’. I can still toss a bale into a truck.
6) Pot makes me grumpy and scared, not fun.
7) I love Lyle Lovett I had a lovely love affair with a nice fellow I met in the Internet in 1995 (OLD SKOOL irc). We still keep in touch.
9) I once made out with a Marine at Club Land in Detroit.
10) Since breast feeding, my left boob is distinctly lower than my right.

I would ordinarily be live blogging the Golden Globes tonight, but it is not to be. My Grandmother died tonight. She was 87. She gave birth to 15 children, one of whom died last year of cancer. My mother got on a flight to say her goodbyes only to miss her mom’s passing by an hour. I am sad tonight, mostly for my Mom. I wish I could be there for her.

Operation BigGirlBed is going ok. Night time is better than nap time, but there are still tears and tantrums and she usually chills and sleeps. For me it is the anticipation of whatever angst she will have in the bedroom (which is eerily familiar to another time in my life, but we will ignore that for now). Some mornings I go in her room and every book, sock, rock, and err ummm lock (from my luggage, she plays with them) is upended on the floor and bed. Expressing her anger through mess. There is no WAY I could have taught her that right? She isn’t even three for a few more weeks. Her room is on the second floor so I come down here to my “office“ so I can’t here the gnashing of teeth and throwing of things. Operation put your
excrement in the potty, is stalled for the most part. I am secretly hoping she will magically wake up and decide that diapers are for chumps.
We are having a gigantor winter blizzard here right now, but not enough to deter Mark from going to Wednesday night D&D. I guess his elf/wizard/mage or whatever has some quest that cannot be ignored. Mark, who has been known to mutter “i trust in my dice” in his sleep. We have another assload of snow, I understand another record breaking snowfall since yesteryear or days or yore, or the oldendays. I don’t like so much snow, getting around is like swimming in really cold pudding. Pudding that doesn’t taste very good and is scratchy. You get the idea.
Finally, thank you all so much for being so kind about my Leahpeah interview. I was surprised at the reaction. The picture is nice, I admit. I took it the night of Mark’s company’s Christmas party while he was playing poker. wee! If I could add one more thing, one of the best things I have ever taken away from having a blog is the kindness of other people. The mean and cruelness is there too amongst the nice, but the kind mostly envelops me nearly every day. I feel very fortunate to be inspired by some fabulous people to even start a blog. People like Mrs. Kennedy and Sarah Brown and Caitlin and Heather and Maggie and Rob. More great people later on, Melissa, Belinda, Erin, Meg, Leah, Mia, faux Leah, HelenJane (i owe you a meme), Kristin, fuck, so many good peoples I need to stop or I will list all my links. Funny, witty, kind. I have 100+ feeds on my bloglines. Anyhow. Thank you bloggy people. You have enriched my life immeasurably.
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I am the most recent subject of a Leahpeah interview. She wrote the most beautiful introduction I near wept into my Diet Orange Crush. I feel like I must now write a bunch of brilliant posts to compensate for how nice Leah was about me. Can you guys just call me instead? I am much better in person. Right now I am decompressing from holidays and whatnot. Today was Mark’s first day back at work since December 22nd and my first day back alone with Charlotte since then. I felt kind of discombobulated and grey all day. Tomorrow we are getting out of the house, which is good. I am a wimp in winter about getting out with the kid, dressing her up, hauling around all her crap, having a shower, combing my hair….
We actually just gave Char her tubbie and she is all clean, yet unhappy. She wouldn’t nap for me today, re: BigGirlBed adjustment. She will settle soon, it is much better in the evening. My hands smell of coconut, because I am using it on her red, dry rosy cheeks. Someone told me it works. It smells like I am on vacation except for the almost 2 feet of snow and the raging furnace.
Leah is a beautiful person in every sense of the world. I met her at BlogHer this year and wanted to smoosh her every time I saw her. She has the gentle aura (sorry hippes) about her. Like you could tell her anything and she would both understand and not judge you. I feel certain we will see each other again in the not to distant future.
here is my hobo baby. she is all down with being nekkid lately. at least i recently trimmed the mullet.

Riding on the coat tails of Doug, the CBC had a special on tv tonight that I did not watch, but was really interesting. It profiled the 50 greatest Canadian inventions. Check it out. I am sure lots of Americans would be surprised to know that both the telephone and the light bulb were not in fact American originals. Check out the list, it is kinda’ cool. I did not watch the special because I was watching Little Miss Sunshine BY MYSELF, which rocked!

I actually think caesars are freakin’ gross, but my people love ‘em.

I survived. Biomom™ left this evening (did I mention she was visiting too?) and the in-laws leave tomorrow morning. I think tomorrow I will take a handful of some sedating pills and watch ridiculous crap on television. After a two week home invasion of various degrees I feel like I should be DOING something. Something of the New Year-ish. I don’t make resolutions; I rarely even right anything down. I have some good intentions that I think about before I doze off. Original things like “go to the gym” or “clean the house more better”, etc. Sometimes this veers off into two conversations. One is telling me to get off my ass and just DO more more more more, and the other conversation is saying LEAVE HER ALONE, she is all fragile and doing the best she can. Then I silently weep into my pillow while petting Benoit until I fall asleep. I am more or less kidding, but you catch my drift.
Belated:

I ordered my cake myself.