Here is Robbie engaged in his favorite activity, wearing our shoes.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
Still here
I am still here. We moved to hometown of Saint John, New Brunswick. I am on sick benefits, my head has been numb on the left side for 8 weeks and the computer bothers me if I am on to long. So, I haven't posted. I am getting tests and meeting with a neurologist soon. SO, hopefully I will blog soon. I was going to post pictures of my Big boy who is now Two! (but blogger is not lettting me/
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Robbies Birthday: What it means
| Your Birthdate: April 23 |
 You're not good at any one thing, and that's the problem. You're good at so much - you never know what to do. Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long. You are destined for a life of travel and fun. Your strength: Your likeability Your weakness: You never feel satisfied Your power color: Bright yellow Your power symbol: Asterisk Your power month: May |
What my Birthday means: Sounds nothing like me!
| Your Birthdate: July 8 |
Watch out Donald Trump! You've got a head for business and money. You'll make it rich some day, even if you haven't figured out how yet. A supreme individualist, you shouldn't get stuck in a corporate job. Instead, make your own way - so that you can be the boss. Your strength: Your undying determination Your weakness: You require an opulent lifestyle Your power color: Plum Your power symbol: Dollar sign Your power month: August |
Friday, March 17, 2006
Photo Friday: Baby ME!
Wow, I never got to particpate in Photo Friday, because I do not have a digital Camera. But, this week theme of our own baby pictures was easy because they were on my desktop. Anyhow, me at 8 or 9 months in the tub.
Monday, March 06, 2006
The cutest thing!
Time to brag about the boy. Now, when he is done eating or does not want something I offer him. He looks at me and smiles and says, "No, thank you!". Can you see me melting? Almost makes up for the head banging.
Blog name change
Well my blog name has changed from 5 cats..... to 4 cats... We gave one of our cats away and it was one of my favorites. We do not normally do these kinds of things but, 2 things prompted it, the move and her best interests. We are moving to a new apartment that is much smaller and the Super thinks we have 1 dog and 1 cat. So, we decided we should give a cat away and we decided it would be Cleo. Cleo is a silver Tabby Persian. She never grew she is about 5 pounds and mostly fur. The problem is she needs to be brushed daily and is a really baby and need attention every second that she is awake. She wants to always be on you and constantly stroked. This was a hard task to accomplish before Robbie came, in an busy multi prt household but, with a baby almost impossible. The poor cat was becoming matted and lonely. So, we know from experience, that when we are away she always bonds with her sitter. So we knew she would be happy else where. We started asking around and Karen Mom's wanted her.
WARNING MIL VENT AHEAD. Karen's mom phones me last week and tells me how much she loves Cleo and would love to have her. I am about to tell her I will consider it when she says. " I just have one condition I want to have her declawed, because I do not want her to ruin my bedroom set" WTF. In my head I think, "You can't love her too much apparently you love your bedroom set more". Instead I calmly say, " I am sorry the answer is no, declawing is against my beliefs" . Then fill in MIL trying to make me feel guilty and naming nice people who have done this. I say "I have researched this and it is like an amputation, cutting of the tips on ones fingers, many vets will not do it and they can get arthritis in later life". MIL adds more guilt and I say, "Listen, I am not saying you or your sister (who just had cat declawed) are bad people, it just means a lot to me, when Karen and I were about to move in together she said she would only move in if I had my 3 cats declawed, and I said, I guess you are not moving in, of course she changed her mind(now she is against it too). Then I put Grandson on the phone to distract MIL, and it works. Karen, calls her Mom later and says "Mom, if you want a Cat why not take Princess (one of our Cats that lived with Karen before she lived with me and who her mother forced her too have declawed years ago)." Guess, what MIL does not want Princess because Princess is old, fat, cranky, with a weak bladder (personally I think they are long lost twins) because she wants something cute and little. ARGH! I won't criticize it speaks for itself.
Flash forward to Saturday, we get a call from the people that took our shit tzu (we had to give her up because she kept trying to bite Robbie). These people are great there who house is set up for the comfort of their dogs and cats and the yard is fenced in for the dogs to play. We tell them what is going on and they say they want her and her claws will stay. They want her then and there and are at our house within a half hour to pick her up. I was sad when they were on there way. I picked up Cleo and she curls into me like a newborn and purrs. Then later that night they call they love her, our old dog Angel was thrilled to see her and they are sending her to the groomer next week. I know I made the right decision!
WARNING MIL VENT AHEAD. Karen's mom phones me last week and tells me how much she loves Cleo and would love to have her. I am about to tell her I will consider it when she says. " I just have one condition I want to have her declawed, because I do not want her to ruin my bedroom set" WTF. In my head I think, "You can't love her too much apparently you love your bedroom set more". Instead I calmly say, " I am sorry the answer is no, declawing is against my beliefs" . Then fill in MIL trying to make me feel guilty and naming nice people who have done this. I say "I have researched this and it is like an amputation, cutting of the tips on ones fingers, many vets will not do it and they can get arthritis in later life". MIL adds more guilt and I say, "Listen, I am not saying you or your sister (who just had cat declawed) are bad people, it just means a lot to me, when Karen and I were about to move in together she said she would only move in if I had my 3 cats declawed, and I said, I guess you are not moving in, of course she changed her mind(now she is against it too). Then I put Grandson on the phone to distract MIL, and it works. Karen, calls her Mom later and says "Mom, if you want a Cat why not take Princess (one of our Cats that lived with Karen before she lived with me and who her mother forced her too have declawed years ago)." Guess, what MIL does not want Princess because Princess is old, fat, cranky, with a weak bladder (personally I think they are long lost twins) because she wants something cute and little. ARGH! I won't criticize it speaks for itself.
Flash forward to Saturday, we get a call from the people that took our shit tzu (we had to give her up because she kept trying to bite Robbie). These people are great there who house is set up for the comfort of their dogs and cats and the yard is fenced in for the dogs to play. We tell them what is going on and they say they want her and her claws will stay. They want her then and there and are at our house within a half hour to pick her up. I was sad when they were on there way. I picked up Cleo and she curls into me like a newborn and purrs. Then later that night they call they love her, our old dog Angel was thrilled to see her and they are sending her to the groomer next week. I know I made the right decision!
Friday, March 03, 2006
Open Minded Quiz
| You Are 64% Open Minded |
 You are a very open minded person, but you're also well grounded. Tolerant and flexible, you appreciate most lifestyles and viewpoints. But you also know where you stand firm, and you can draw that line. You're open to considering every possibility - but in the end, you stand true to yourself. |
The Cool Fat Girls Club, I have been kicked out
Okay, fellow bloggers I am back, for all two of you that I have left. My major problem with blogging is my home computer is not loading my blog. It loads all the other blogs I read, but not my mine. So, I had to wait until I was back at work to blog. So, for the next few weeks, as I finish work. I will be blogging.
Okay the reason I am writing is I realize I have been kicked out of the Cool Fat Girls Club again. See, I am currently not fat, this happens periodically to me. I lose weight without trying and I gain it back eventually. Since I have spent more of my adult life being fat, than thin. I identify as fat. And when I am fat, I am actually proud and confident, of course I am happy thin also. This fat pride took a long time. In my teens and early twenties I unsuccessfully dieted a lot. Then at 25 I accepted that I was fat and beautiful, the fact that cool, diva, sexy fat cool clothes were being sold in my town, helped the attitude change. Then around this time I became vegan and lost 50 pounds, found dairy again and gained 60. At this point I was fine with the weight gain, I had fat heroines. My best friend introduced me to the world of BBWs, and not to mention she is the prettiest girl I have ever known and has always been fat. Them my first girlfriend (the one that will be on Kink) was a totally sexy, yummy girl who wore belly shirts tons of cleavages and was hot. These two wonderful women showed me that my fat body was beautiful, plus were shining examples of how to live as a BBW. Then I had stomach problems lost 30 pounds. Got pregnant and felt gross and lost 7 pounds. Gained 23 pregnant pounds. Had the baby, then a bad gallbladder and a super heavy nursing boy caused me to lose about 60 pounds. Even after the gallbladder came out I was able to eat like 4 donuts and maintain my weight, I mean boobie boy was helping me burn calories. Then boobie boy starts loving his solids and I continue to eat the same and gain 15 pounds. Flash forward to Christmas, 6 weeks of stomach problems followed by a week of the stomach flu, cause me to lose 20 pounds.
So, hear I sit 136 pounds, smaller than the average North American woman (who weighs 145). And I still thing of myself as a fat girl and carry that attitude. But, I notice that other fat girls do not see me as fatty. For, instance my best friend and I have a hobby, that is called make fun of our partners short comings, it is very fun past time, and can be very therapeutic. We make fun of her boyfriend conversations skills, which are lacking. And we have always made fun of Karen's eating habits, because she like her mother, can eat her away from one end of a buffet to another. We have always found this funny, and complained that even though Karen is fat, we could never eat the same amount as her without being double or triple her weightor without spending all night on the toliet. But, guess what my best friend (who I love dearly) does not find these jokes a funny. You know why? Because I am a non-fatty making fun of fatty. And when she pointed it out to me I was stunned, I still thought of myself as a fatty. I guess my membership in the club is temporarily suspended. I guess, until I get fat again ( and I am alaways one Carmilk bar a way from being fat), I will have to instead make fun of Karen's pronunciation.
Okay the reason I am writing is I realize I have been kicked out of the Cool Fat Girls Club again. See, I am currently not fat, this happens periodically to me. I lose weight without trying and I gain it back eventually. Since I have spent more of my adult life being fat, than thin. I identify as fat. And when I am fat, I am actually proud and confident, of course I am happy thin also. This fat pride took a long time. In my teens and early twenties I unsuccessfully dieted a lot. Then at 25 I accepted that I was fat and beautiful, the fact that cool, diva, sexy fat cool clothes were being sold in my town, helped the attitude change. Then around this time I became vegan and lost 50 pounds, found dairy again and gained 60. At this point I was fine with the weight gain, I had fat heroines. My best friend introduced me to the world of BBWs, and not to mention she is the prettiest girl I have ever known and has always been fat. Them my first girlfriend (the one that will be on Kink) was a totally sexy, yummy girl who wore belly shirts tons of cleavages and was hot. These two wonderful women showed me that my fat body was beautiful, plus were shining examples of how to live as a BBW. Then I had stomach problems lost 30 pounds. Got pregnant and felt gross and lost 7 pounds. Gained 23 pregnant pounds. Had the baby, then a bad gallbladder and a super heavy nursing boy caused me to lose about 60 pounds. Even after the gallbladder came out I was able to eat like 4 donuts and maintain my weight, I mean boobie boy was helping me burn calories. Then boobie boy starts loving his solids and I continue to eat the same and gain 15 pounds. Flash forward to Christmas, 6 weeks of stomach problems followed by a week of the stomach flu, cause me to lose 20 pounds.
So, hear I sit 136 pounds, smaller than the average North American woman (who weighs 145). And I still thing of myself as a fat girl and carry that attitude. But, I notice that other fat girls do not see me as fatty. For, instance my best friend and I have a hobby, that is called make fun of our partners short comings, it is very fun past time, and can be very therapeutic. We make fun of her boyfriend conversations skills, which are lacking. And we have always made fun of Karen's eating habits, because she like her mother, can eat her away from one end of a buffet to another. We have always found this funny, and complained that even though Karen is fat, we could never eat the same amount as her without being double or triple her weightor without spending all night on the toliet. But, guess what my best friend (who I love dearly) does not find these jokes a funny. You know why? Because I am a non-fatty making fun of fatty. And when she pointed it out to me I was stunned, I still thought of myself as a fatty. I guess my membership in the club is temporarily suspended. I guess, until I get fat again ( and I am alaways one Carmilk bar a way from being fat), I will have to instead make fun of Karen's pronunciation.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Update on Us
Well, thinks are starting to get better around here, but someday's it is one step forward 2 steps backward. Last Thursday, I went back to work and was starting to feel better. Well, that night Robbie woke up sick, he got a stomach bug, a 2 ender and by Saturday I had it too. Thank God Karen did not get it, something to be said for her stomach of steel. Well, Robbie and I seem to have recovered from it and are back to going about our business again. All in all it has been a hard winter, but we are so much fortunate than others who have had it much harder.
We, are starting to get ready for our April Move. Karen is packing boxes. And we are starting to get rid of stuff, some of it being Robbies baby stuff. It is amazing how fast they grow out of that stuff. We have decided we will keep a few special things and sell the rest, because we are pretty sure we won't be having others. After being sick all winter, I just want to get healthy and enjoy the wonderful family I have, not add to it and maybe give myself more health problems. We are also deciding if we are going to take the apartment beside Mom. It is a little small, but it is in our price range and we can bring the pets.
Robbie is growing by leaps and bounds and saying words and phrases we never taught him. He is an amazing littel sponge. He knows most of his letters, numbers, and colours now. And has words for most objects. He also loves to hide things on us all the time. Every find a sippy cup full of milk that is 2 days old? Yuck is the only word to describe it.
On a side note. Do you ever wonder who all these people are who are bringing suitcases on wheels to work? It is very popular at the university I work at. I mean do you have so much work to take home, that a shoulder bag will not handle it? In protest I bring only a purse to work.
We, are starting to get ready for our April Move. Karen is packing boxes. And we are starting to get rid of stuff, some of it being Robbies baby stuff. It is amazing how fast they grow out of that stuff. We have decided we will keep a few special things and sell the rest, because we are pretty sure we won't be having others. After being sick all winter, I just want to get healthy and enjoy the wonderful family I have, not add to it and maybe give myself more health problems. We are also deciding if we are going to take the apartment beside Mom. It is a little small, but it is in our price range and we can bring the pets.
Robbie is growing by leaps and bounds and saying words and phrases we never taught him. He is an amazing littel sponge. He knows most of his letters, numbers, and colours now. And has words for most objects. He also loves to hide things on us all the time. Every find a sippy cup full of milk that is 2 days old? Yuck is the only word to describe it.
On a side note. Do you ever wonder who all these people are who are bringing suitcases on wheels to work? It is very popular at the university I work at. I mean do you have so much work to take home, that a shoulder bag will not handle it? In protest I bring only a purse to work.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Getting Better
Well, I am 75% better. I am still having minor gastro problems, but I have added some foods back to my diet and have much more energy. Preliminary tests show nothing yet. I still have a few more to go. I am starting to believe this was just a really weird virus.
We are at my Mom's right now, because I had a job interview (fingers crossed). It is nice to be home for a good reason. Robbie is having a ball her, he loves is grandma, he wakes up every morning asking for her. And he had a ball with my best friends son too. We will be moving back here in a few months, it is good to know he likes it so much.
We are at my Mom's right now, because I had a job interview (fingers crossed). It is nice to be home for a good reason. Robbie is having a ball her, he loves is grandma, he wakes up every morning asking for her. And he had a ball with my best friends son too. We will be moving back here in a few months, it is good to know he likes it so much.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Still Sick: Getting Testing
I have now been sick since December 18th, at first they thought, it was an allergy, (testing ruled that out), a virus, depression, none of these are the case.Now they think it is my esophagus. The problem is shortly after I eat most foods my throat feels full and like it is closing, I feel like I can't swallow and need to burp. That is the worst part of it. Now, I wake in the morning nauseous and super tired. Have some boost. Then by lunch I am usually hungry and have a small meal. Then I nap with Robbie. Then I have a small supper and usually my throat fills up again and I am exhausted. On a good night I can give Robbie a bath and play with him, on a bad night, no bath and I watch him play. Since this started Robbie has wanted to nurse non-stop and that is taking some energy. So, I am trying to cut him back to morning, nap and night. I have lost 12 pounds. I had a barium x-ray on Monday and on Wednesday, I have a gastroscopy. So, hopefully next week, I will have some answers. I am really sick of being sick and would like to enjoy my son more.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
I'm still here
I am still around. I had a rough holiday. Besides being sick (I am still a little sick) all of it, my favorite Aunt and one of my favorite people in the whole world passed away on the 26th. We all had to fly home for the services and stuff and I am not dealing with this all very well. I even thought of starting an antidepressant, I took one effexor and that was it, never again. I took in the early morning and was still wide awake at 5:00 am and Robbie (it is suppossed to be safe for nursing babies) was up and down all that night and couldn't stay asleep. So, I am going to just take the healing process slowly on my own. I am reading blogs and groups (and that actually helps), just not responding much. So, I am keeping a low profile for now.
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