Hoarding Saves Lives!!

Ok, so I'm known to be a slight hoarder. But just of stuff I might actually truly need. So, I keep receipts in my car. You never know when you'll run out of napkins and tissues, barf and need one to clean your mouth or when you'll have a nose bleed.

Ok, so receipts are handy in a pinch. I keep them organized in a pile on the floor of the passenger side of my car. Oldest on the bottom, to newest on the top. Judge me all you want, but these receipts came in really handy on Thursday.

With all the melting going on, my windsheild wipers were constantly running and the wiper fluid was a godsend. On my way home from Saskatoon, I couldn't figure out why my headlights were so dim. I could barely see anything. Of course, I go into a panic thinking this is going to be a repair and bunch of money. So I called my wonderful Dad to ask him what he thought was wrong. He said Clean your headlights. You know how your windsheild was dirty, your lights are too. Hallelujah!!

So I took a handful of receipts, pulled over and used them dry to wipe off the lights. But knowing if I just had something wet, it would be so much more effective, I took a clean receipt, stuck it to my tongue and spitwashed my headlights.

And that's how hoarding saved my life.

Say What??

So last weekend I made the best chocolate chip cookies in the world. Feeling energetic and on a sugar high, I debated making more cookies. Our house really enjoys the chocolat oatmeal no bake type cookies. They go by all different types of names. We call them Haystacks.

One recipe is called Oat Delights. I said to Angela "what a stupid name, sound like something you'd feed a horse". Then I caught myself. "Haystacks, probably not any better since horses actually eat hay."

I'm Turning Into Jen

Entering your 8th month of pregnancy for the first time requires getting to know your body as you have never known it before. You ache in places that have never ached, you can't see places you've always been able to see, you feel your belly sitting on your lap where it's never sat before, and if that's not enough, your feet, hands and ankles swell up like water balloons.

And I'm leaving out the really bad stuff.

With my swollen hands, I've also been dealing with numbness and tingling in my right arm. Really "handy" for a right-hander like me. I drop things, trip on things, back into cars in parking lots (yes, really, grrrr....) and just generally have to deal with my clumsy, awkward self.

In other words, I'm turning into Jen. To which she laughed hysterically when I told her. She knows she is clumsy. She's had lots of years to adjust. I have only had a few weeks! I hope she will give me a few pointers for survival, or at least a helmet.

Holy Crap, I've said it already!!

"That could be a blog"

I didn't know Ange wrote a blog, about all the blogs in "should be wrote -land". But tonight as we were conversing, it came up, like it always does.

I am making a special top secret dessert tomorrow because as I explained to Angela: I need to express my creativity in a culinary fashion. That's 6 years of post secondary education for you, I don't just spit it out and say, I'm makin' some good food for us.

But moments later, when Rihanna came on Saturday Night Live, the baby kicked low, and I asked "Did the baby just kick your hoo-ha?", and then said "OMG, Rihanna just felt her ta-ta's on tv".

Maybe the grown up words for anatomy will come in my next semester... til then, I'm diagnosing myself with bi-polar vocabulary. Sometimes proper and sometimes slang, and you never what is going to come out when!!

**Also, Ange is a pop waster, and I would have drank her flat half full Root Beer, and I will never forget this, just like I have never forgot the time you spilt my nachos at the theatre.

"That Could Be A Blog"

Happy 2011 faithful blog readers.

2011 is going to be a big year in our family, as we are going to add a baby - making me a first-time mommy, and Jen an auntie!

With that, I have decided to keep my resolution simple. I will have enough on my plate figuring this parenthood thing out.

This year's resolution is to actually write the blogs when Jen and I say "that could be a blog." Since we are currently living in the same household, that happens alot.

For example, last night, when Jen said "you expect this sh*t from guys, but not your friends..." ...that could be a blog.

Today when I dumped a half can of flat pop down the sink, much to Jen's dismay, and then told her "I'm so rich I can waste pop..." ...that could be a blog.

I know there are lots more. And I resolve this year to write them!