tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50858536378355341962012-01-23T18:18:25.112-07:00sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.comBlogger2671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-42745423272493944282012-01-20T11:15:00.004-07:002012-01-20T13:14:02.208-07:00

watching "breakfast at tiffany's" with the dumpling. have never seen it before! it brings to mind, specifically, the nature of talent. am i deeply, importantly talented? or just cleverly, entertainingly talented? i cried at the end of the film. of course. all will be well as long as Cat is okay. truly, i had to pick up my cat and sob while sitting beside the dumpling. who, relatively gently,

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-52617925798995012152012-01-18T13:28:00.003-07:002012-01-18T13:40:12.721-07:00

ugh. avoiding even blogging. mostly i feel really boring, like i'm repeating my problems over and over again. in the reality tv show of my life, the writers are clearly grasping for new ideas. hopefully we'll find something other than trauma to get excited about over here. yay daylight. cat? sleeping. dumpling? now points at cat and says "iddy!" or "diddy!" which yes, is very cute. queen? braving

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-86191616851347597702012-01-02T15:14:00.003-07:002012-01-03T12:26:43.672-07:00

ushering in the new year with an entirely sick household. hopefully we all get over it soon. 'tis the season of germ-passing. ho ho hack up a lung. so we've eaten lots of soup, drank lots of tea and slothed about like the sloths we secretly are. this morning the queen made us soup and tea and brought in juice boxes and we ate in bed with the dumpling eating bits of soup in bed too (less of a

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-47613153910821583842011-12-28T19:53:00.003-07:002011-12-28T23:54:57.732-07:00

maybe more mental powers! maybe not. i found typos in my previous entry. so sad. maybe now that i am succumbing to a seasonal cold, i will be smarter. yeah. the wife's mom said something i am currently trying to remember because it connects to something i wanted to say... oh well. i shared in this great in-between moment at the wife's on boxing day where us bees napped and the wife's mom took

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-2407885843192415712011-12-27T15:12:00.006-07:002011-12-27T15:27:53.314-07:00

we went too many places, the dumpling has too many toys, there were festivities and visits and even a bit of jesus. we survived. i was so exhausted, i didn't even drink. seriously. i'm so hard done by...our house is very messy. i read this amazing post on grief by an amazing woman. i know i am grieving right now. i feel anxious, tired, sad, bloated, beaten and empty. i feel grateful for my home

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-46829049407536296772011-12-19T14:04:00.002-07:002011-12-19T14:16:59.968-07:00

when i was younger, i wanted to be a cat... to disappear into the tall grasses... to have the ease of jumping, stretching and curling into tiny balls without doing hours of yoga... to be able to sleep for hours, uninterrupted. i mean, is giving up opposable thumbs really such a big deal? i just looked over at olive. she was stretched out on the rocking chair, which has the coziest light blue

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-62657907416607695192011-12-11T17:45:00.004-07:002011-12-11T18:02:04.936-07:00

weekendia! welcome to the land of strangely-timed meals and hobby-cruising queens! welcome to a visitation from Chaos, and only one broken thing after he left (the queen's flask; how i don't know, because i went to bed at a reasonable 1am. but really, how do you break a metal flask? it has no neck anymore, just an empty hole - so sad). welcome to people sleeping on available surfaces, and blatant

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-9526608715355369482011-12-08T22:31:00.004-07:002011-12-08T22:49:02.115-07:00

okay, here it is: it's really hard to be a stay-at-home parent for the same reason it's difficult to be a stay-at-home, DIY anything: motivation rests solely on one's own shoulders. in a slump? no one will notice except you (especially if you're good at faking it). no one will beat it out of you, challenge you to better yourself, or come to the rescue. however, it is really awesome in that YOU

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-45437085216769334552011-12-07T09:23:00.004-07:002011-12-07T11:14:04.148-07:00

am attempting to blog right beside the dumpling, so pray i have luck and patience. the dumpling has evolved her ability to cast things aside. she throws things away with a royal disregard. right now she has the hiccups and she's playing with giant lego blocks and an old greeting card given to the queen. upon opening, it plays m.c. hammer's "u can't touch this" (no link provided; if you want to

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i was chatting with another parent today and we were discussing Things We Should Be Paranoid About. i'm surprised i am not more paranoid about more things. before parenting, i was very paranoid: cancerous foods, cancerous plastics, cancerous stores. now, i'm paranoid about my child eating known allergens too early, and our cleaning products. seriously, the dumpling chews on toys that will

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-52001806510081410302011-12-02T20:31:00.005-07:002011-12-02T20:44:09.606-07:00

the queen has returned - long live the queen.it's really nice to have him back, for reasons i will get to in a second. but i have to laugh first, and so can you. ah, dirt.we went to the queen's family farm to look for a holiday spruce tree, and found a gooder. the queen's parents have a patch of spruce that need thinning, so we gave one a temporary home. i love the smell of spruce. i have never

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-35612709517788416582011-11-28T17:33:00.005-07:002011-11-28T17:49:21.856-07:00

whew.not going to lie; things have been rough. but now that i am feeling better, i can talk about it. of course.the queen's vacation with the awesomes is going well. drinking, shooting, playing music, etc. of course, i am equally enjoying a testosterone-free home; all weapons and tools larger than a swiss army knife are in the mancave and nothing has been deep-fried in days. the dumpling and i go

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-63846652125510135982011-11-26T16:06:00.002-07:002011-11-26T16:16:36.462-07:00

again, the witticisms have passed and i am left only with the knowledge that it has been some time since i have blogged.things (exclamation mark). we had a little bird visiting for a few days. culinary delights ensued. we made sushi, which was awesome, and then he hooked us up with a moroccan dish and rice pudding... the plethora of food left over gave me the courage and necessity to make salmon

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-33461190548715817952011-11-18T16:50:00.003-07:002011-11-18T17:15:22.954-07:00

okay, while i have some time (exclamation mark).the queen went to costco today (in a hideous and fascinating tidbit, we are down to one third of that jar of mayo). i've been trying to make room for the quarter of a steer we're getting in a couple of weeks, and i am proud to say i stuffed the healthy stack of freezer goods (and i use the term 'healthy' as an adjective meaning 'of some size') into

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-48194723504368560572011-11-17T23:53:00.000-07:002011-11-17T23:54:53.257-07:00

it's been forever - sorry, pigeon-mistress.i've been struggling with the way my blogging has changed. i feel like this is more a chronicle of my activities and less a collection of my witticisms and epiphanies. le sigh. i still have witty and mind-blowing moments, i am just too busy or tired to write them down. maybe that will be my next rebellion. i try and rebel at least once a week.

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-79114484586196221152011-11-02T22:47:00.004-06:002011-11-03T00:08:33.936-06:00

internet, oh yeah.i've been up in the city with the dumpling, and staying with the wife (we still discuss how she's the husband, and how we're both wives, and how inappropriate it is to describe our relationship with such an analogy). her new place is really cute, and really tiny. also, really internetless until this evening. so of course we're both sitting beside each other, (b)e-ing.it's nice

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-31596853998711689732011-10-14T16:28:00.005-06:002011-10-14T16:45:18.311-06:00

thieving some time in the midday to blog.brain kind of on overload. thanksgiving was successful with only one minor meltdown on my part and several cranky moments from the overstimulated dumpling. she was seated at the head of my mom's dinner table, with a mickey mouse plate for banging on, and mashed potatoes by the fingerfuls from my plate.the awesomes' visit was true to their name, and they

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-8026958959247771242011-10-07T08:47:00.006-06:002011-10-07T09:23:37.714-06:00

i've been wanting to post in the middle of the day when i'm doing stuff, and then at the end of the day i'm too tired to think with words. so this morning i got up early so i could say all the witty things that float through my mind. of course, by some shared bloodline creepazoid thingie, the dumpling can sense my conscious presence and is gurbling away in her crib instead of sleeping it off as a

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-15495958312672248452011-09-27T18:55:00.005-06:002011-09-27T21:18:38.400-06:00

i did this! with bijoux. it turned out alright. we accidentally added too much almond extract, so it was a bit sweet. also, i think it needs more booze, though the queen says it works for him, so now i feel like a big lush. but i'm still going to add more booze to the next batch. and there will be a next batch, because homemade irish cream is surprisingly easy to make, and if you buy ingredients

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-19576827935177995102011-09-22T09:15:00.004-06:002011-09-22T13:29:06.791-06:00

doldrums? beat them back. constant vigilance, boo radley! earn your keep!between a teething dumpling, fall cleaning, driving practice (i popped my highway two cherry! it was terrifying!) and the queen's family, days are passing. the queen and i take turns putting effort in and being moody. the dumpling, being the alchemical production and reduction of our combined essence, puts efforts into being

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-4881286867568347122011-09-15T23:37:00.004-06:002011-09-16T00:03:50.331-06:00

- this. and delightful new webcomic discoveries in general.- the peanut outgrew another set of clothes, and into a size where we have a lot of t-shirts. i guess she'll rock the t-shirt & hoodie with me for a while. also, i think she may have outgrown the peanut size. what next? dumpling? we call her the burgolator sometimes (because she burgolates, clearly).- this. rocks. i've been looking for

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-3888004321444641002011-09-11T12:18:00.004-06:002011-09-12T09:17:33.650-06:00

- because counting one's blessings doesn't take the suck away, and i never have enjoyed watching people trying to "fake it to make it" all better.the queen working weekends.no weekends?!#@!$ yesterday he got off early (three) and we went to the lake. we met two brothers there. one has a boat and two kids; older boys who like cliff-jumping, and watching the fight that broke out after some douche

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-82390880945789331732011-09-09T15:52:00.002-06:002011-09-09T15:57:15.525-06:00

my day sounds boring sometimes, but it actually requires a fair amount of creativity. questions i am concerned with include: how do i fit in all these chores while spending quality time with my child, taking care of her physical needs and "being myself"? how can i incorporate learning into play? what is she learning now anyway? (the peanut's new thing is noticing the accessories. she's obsessed

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-47357394328162446842011-09-02T10:45:00.004-06:002011-09-02T12:02:43.993-06:00

been a while since i blogged? not sure; days swim together. the queen doesn't get days off very often anymore so i find it hard to differentiate. there are sunny days and rainy days. i know time passes because i have to water the plants and mow the lawn (ironic, really; here, grow. no, not you!). i've started a few blog posts, but they just peter out into nothingness. i suspect i fear i have

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-19635697091959857382011-08-22T16:37:00.004-06:002011-08-22T16:58:14.047-06:00

so i'm sitting here, drinking an illicit afternoon beer. (yes, i know. the gluten! the gluten! what can i say? the queen and the weather have worn me down. plus i hear that the lighter beers have less barley or something. by this i mean heineken, not the nasty coors.) the peanut has tooth number two coming in, so there have been random furious midnight awakenings. today has been reasonably good,

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-72209472064687448332011-08-14T11:46:00.003-06:002011-08-14T11:56:31.340-06:00

so we didn't end up going to the city after all. our friend came down here for a night instead. it was lovely to see her. we made a fire in the front yard, and had put the hammock up earlier that day (why had we not strung the hammock up between the two apple trees immediately upon moving in? we have discussed this but failed to arrive at a solution. i saw it in hank yesterday and was all "hey,

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-48082036730451197272011-08-08T22:28:00.006-06:002011-08-08T23:03:06.544-06:00

day by day. today has been rewarding. both enjoyable and active. cleaned hank today. vacuuming an environment that's composed entirely of nooks and crannies is a pain in the back. literally. while i was battling the carpet grunge in hard to reach places, the peanut was lying in the hank-crib, miserably gibbering to a toy that hangs from the mosquito netting draped over the two bus seats pushed

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-24254393704263211022011-08-02T21:49:00.004-06:002011-08-02T22:15:38.041-06:00

what the fuck: norway. and then muslish! at least it shows the idiots as idiots, but that's a fine fine silver lining.the queen bought me flowers last week. they're still looking beautiful. we've been good lately. he took his iphone for a swim, but found a youtube video describing how to pop the battery out, and thebn something with methyl hydrate, of which he has a few litres in his mancave (see

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-36009907883841404172011-08-01T21:42:00.004-06:002011-08-01T22:13:32.507-06:00

we went away this weekend again. i look forward to next weekend, when we are staying home. or at least only going on a day trip.the weekend was nice though. before we left, we had the queen's parents and two of his brothers over for a barbecue. one of his brothers' partner is pregnant, so i'm collecting a schwack of baby clothes. actually, not a schwack. i'm being merciful. more of a stack.we

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-15642673919434708782011-07-26T22:14:00.004-06:002011-07-26T23:03:50.612-06:00

i really need to blog while i'm feeling what i feel. later, even a day later, it changes.we went on 'vacation'. you know, where instead of going somewhere, you just tour around for a week or so? we went to two festivals; one with the peanut, one without (thanks to my parents). we fought, got along, fought again. in the end, we were getting along, and i had one of those feelings like "wow, we

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-67522781301345475702011-07-12T09:53:00.003-06:002011-07-12T13:52:56.170-06:00

have you seen this? anonymous seems kind of exciting. it's motivating when other nations are stepping up, since canada isn't the 'going first' type. the video is a bit eerie, but then, so is the government.i think a tricky thing is to find your way in a world that may fall apart, or may not. what actions would be worthy either way?gardening, yes. google plus, maybe ;)

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-69819339525749005372011-07-06T19:40:00.004-06:002011-07-06T19:57:09.453-06:00

i'm craving company - this is very unusual for me. actually seeking out communication, and looking forward to seeing people. weird.still enjoying the new place; so much so, i feel as though it should have a name. we'll see what pops up. olive busted out yesterday - she was almost immediately treed by a happy dog. the first time she came down, but the second time he treed her (by going into the

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-5943519930512929512011-07-04T10:46:00.003-06:002011-07-04T11:00:07.527-06:00

i'm back! my balls, it's been six days at least.we're still settling in to the new place, but three out of four of us like it better (it's hard to tell how the peanut feels - she likes the new things to look at, but wakes up three times a night again). the queen likes how spacious it is, i like the neighbours and the light wood paneling, and olive likes the windowsill that looks out onto bird

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-45949924775584603152011-06-23T20:37:00.005-06:002011-06-23T20:51:20.000-06:00

ugh. depression. gee, is it postpartum, post-surgery, or post-small-town-move? if i pretend it's all these things, i can pretend it's not just in my nature, and that i am currently not doing very much to challenge it from taking over my whole being.reasons why i blog these days:- if i don't now, i might never again- it's pretend personal time!- it's a chance to hear myself think- i feel like i

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-38451908908253028402011-06-21T21:48:00.002-06:002011-06-21T22:31:48.493-06:00

we went camping on hank this weekend. 20 000km around the continent, and hank breaks down two hours away in a national park. we had to call the queen's parents to pick us up. right now, the queen is up trying to fix it so we can use it to move in nine days. i spent all day packing, when i wasn't taking care of the peanut or -gasp!- getting a driving lesson! the queen's youngest brother's

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-64841297932675152122011-06-16T09:53:00.003-06:002011-06-16T12:14:51.425-06:00

last night, after i fed the peanut her 11pm feeding, i went to bed and the queen, who sometimes talks in his sleep, said:you alright baby? can i hold something for you?me: you can hold me in a minute.him: you're a goof.then he fell back into deeper slumber. it was amusing.so, in our haphazardly unplanned way, we are no longer moving to the city. it was a big pay jump for the queen, but he didn't

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-35883871054672244412011-06-13T15:29:00.003-06:002011-06-13T15:57:41.028-06:00

the lovelies got married!the ceremony was, of course, lovely. it was rather hindu, so lots of beautiful saris, some circling of the fire while stepping on bricks and rice in some elaborate way (ritual still makes me nervous, but this was okay, perhaps because it wasn't expected of me to understand or participate. or maybe because i am MELLOWING OUT omg). there was also some AMAZING curry. the

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my lovely folks took the peanut for a couple of nights - so wonderful! the queen and i took a drive out to the hostel where we've booked the wedding, and stopped at ram falls on the way - fucking gorgeous. worth the crazy back road required to get us there. i think we took the long way on the back road though. we saw a little badger - very cute (from a distance).then we got to the hostel and had

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-24135545060120914872011-06-05T10:13:00.003-06:002011-06-07T21:28:43.370-06:00

gotta do it. it's driving me crazy. there is some useless shit out there.sleepers: these are the complete one-piece pyjamas. THEY MUST HAVE TOES. thank you. they come either snapped up (slight pain in the ass at four in the morning) or zipped up (better, but make sure there is a snap at the very top - this shelters tiny necks from being jabbed with zipper heads). i prefer zipped, but many are

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-5992443179757347662011-06-03T09:27:00.006-06:002011-06-03T10:29:14.492-06:00

i really enjoy shit like this article, stuff that shows the common ground of apparently different lifestyles. growing up rainbow in a grey and white landscape (the first half of the twentieth century seems well-portrayed in sepia; i think the second half will be best represented by muted, faded shades of grey and charcoal.), but still wanting to love where i come from. this trait came out when i

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-43879747224951853052011-06-02T11:04:00.003-06:002011-06-02T11:14:14.181-06:00

feel like writing again today. yay!plans when the peanut wakes up: pick up the accordion again, and vacuum. right now, "penguin café orchestra" is playing (vinyl, baby) and i am drinking a second cup of coffee. the queen left me a cup by my bedside this morning. i found it when it was cooling, but the timing was perfect since someone, who shall remain nameless, was sucking up all my attention

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-77783182685115920822011-05-31T11:12:00.003-06:002011-05-31T13:21:03.875-06:00

whew. she also boasts the tiniest knuckle sandwich. i think she's teething. is it too early to be teething? hopefully not. eating doesn't help, changing doesn't help, even carrying her around only appeases for a moment. one cannot argue, bargain, plead or reason with an angry, stressed out little grublet. why don't i stop trying and just sing when she cries? because i have empathy, and as a

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-68562250544518968452011-05-26T00:23:00.004-06:002011-05-26T00:52:07.997-06:00

stayed up late enough to make it easier to just stay up til the peanut's 1am feeding. listening to ckua, a very wonderful radio station. a great blend of better songs. that is all i will say about music in this entry, sorry.emotionally, what is up with me these days:well, still tired. probably still quite low in iron, since i went below the line under which it is reasonable to receive a blood

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ahh, may long weekend. and it didn't even snow.we went out to mr awesome's sister's place, a few hours east. she and her hubbyman proved the awesome moniker - they were awesome. they have a quarter-section with a couple of houses on it and some good plains n bushes. they have a one-year-old, three dogs and a cat or two (with outdoor cats, you never know for sure). we had a fire, chatted, drank

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it seems that i blog while things are baking in the oven. today it's a crisp. or a crumble, if it comes out all crumbly. i found some rhubarb in the freezer, and i'm trying to thin out the forest of goods in there, so crumble/crisp it is. don't get the idea that i bake all day. i also complete such mentally stimulating activities as dishes, laundry and saying "what? what is it??" to crying

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i've been mentally blogging all week, but of course this will sound like i just pulled it out of my ass while waiting for brownies to bake.... fuck, i'm drawing a total blank. like that warp field that erases all the films you want to see from your memory, as soon as you enter the rental place (back in the day, when you used to rent films, at a physical location. remember that? dude, you are so

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1. the pixies. it was a good concert though. i scored a ticket and a hot date - the queen's brother had to work so i went with his special lady friend, who is really fun. i was disappointed in the many lineups - it was an all-ages show, which necessitated beer gardens, bag searches and beefy security guards who could never find the grey-haired man lighting up doobies in the crowd. it sucks having

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we've been visiting (most notably with the awesomes) and i've noticed how children huddle around the peanut like she's a shining pot of gold or something. i was never that kid - i was totally indifferent (bordering on slightly nervous) when it came to drooling little droolmasters. does this make me less maternal? who cares!of course, now i have to trust my baby with all these eager kidlets, some

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okay.i feel tired. for a while when i got back from the hospital, the queen was still doing the brunt of the parenting tasks. as i got better, he has been able to do things like work on vehicles, look for a job, etc. i have been doing more of the housework (i follow the rule that the person with the highest standards should probably do the work - otherwise, no one is happy. and i have secretly

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oh gee whiz. what a great family photo.also! i have found the picture that describes that state i (and maybe you too) get into where/when i just get caught up in doing it and forget what it is, or to keep track of its context. that is a great webcomic, that ol' hyperbole and a half (thanks, carrot vixen).i had one of those days that got sucked up by child and house. circles, go.have moved onto a

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ahgfzk.the queen and i are very adept at figuring out whose turn it is to get up with the peanut; "it's so your turn. i've been up for hours." sigh. she was sleeping a lot and for admirable lengths of time, so of course we jinxed ourselves by bragging about it. now we're hooped by her frequent awakenings during our favourite sleeping hours - four to nine am. cheers! i salute you, baby, with

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ah yes, the child.curently growing out of onesies while remaining paradoxically tiny. exciting signs of evolution include frequent smiling, the beginnings of pouts and reproachful looks, more food intake and longer sleeps at night (sometimes). now outweighs the cat.also, she makes noises. i didn't realise there was a difference between "goo" and "bbbthff". she has evolved to the former. it's very

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-60219965838689869822011-04-11T21:42:00.005-06:002011-04-11T21:58:56.412-06:00

just got back from peanut's first road trip - out to visit the awesomes.mr awesome has been working at the butcher's shop, and brings home amazingly fresh, amazingly local meat. the logical outcome to this is us eating bacon every day. one day we ate it twice. although it was very tasty, i think i might skip bacon for a few days now. we discussed making a bacon cake: start with meatloaf, but make

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when we were in austin, we found a great bookstore that also sold vinyl. i picked up this great album by john mayall for only two bucks. think sesame street, white-person blues. i've been playing it all day, and am inspired by the harmonica on "don't waste my time". the peanut seems to enjoy it too. it's good "staring off into space and occasionally farting" music, apparently.evil pleasure:

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babies teach you all about delayed gratification. not the "raise someone til they become independant then see how you (and society, and the kid themselves) did" kind of delay. (who says that leads to gratification anyway?) i'm learning the "just checked the mail and got an exciting package that i can't open because so-and-so is hungry" kind of delay. moving to a small town helps convince me that

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feeling better. well, feeling okay about not feeling great.my folks visited today, and mom found my high school grad dress. it's deep burgundy and mildly medieval in a gothic, vampire-y sort of way. perfect for costume party adornments, and mom suggested it as a possibility for a wedding dress. her own dress is another alternative, an ivory long-sleeved relatively classic dress with ivory beading

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blech.for some reason, i feel gross. it's a beautiful day out, the peanut allowed us to sleep and is napping again, i have time to write letters, etc, and instead i loaf around, feeling gross. i went for a walk a while ago to clear myself, but i still feel blechy.motherhood: it's terrifying. i need to acknowledge that currently, part of me is locked in my head, rocking back and forth muttering "

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-77867246269833742912011-03-28T19:19:00.005-06:002011-03-28T19:36:44.861-06:00

whew. big weekend.saturday, went out to the farm; the queen had family in from ireland and there was a minor shindig. it was the first time i saw most of his family since getting out of the hospital, and i felt really cared for - they all hugged me and said nice things like they've been my family for a long time, instead of less than a year. yay.sunday, drove home for a quick coffee, then went to

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remember the cat?me neither. just kidding! olive is, of course, jealous of the peanut. usually content to sleep at the foot of the bed or in between the queen's legs, she has recently decided she needs to sleep between us, by the pillow. right where the baby is. also, she needs to be on my lap, but only when the baby is. when we burp the baby, she comes running, because she likes spanks (s&m

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things i miss about gluten:1. chinese bakeries. oh god, the white flour and sugar. give me another red bean cake.2. ichiban noodles. seriously, the queen still eats these and i sit by quietly, embarassed to admit i am jealous. but there ain't nothing like ichiban.3. coffee shop pastries, and their fake goodness. also, their ability to stave off "woke up too late for breakfast" hunger on one's way

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the little peanut is getting to be fun. i have enough strength to pick her up for short periods of time (to the relief of the queen, since she really likes being carried around. she looks at things now! we're not always sure what she is looking at, but it's something. she seriously ponders it).parents tend to view their child with favoritism (this deluded behaviour is part of a survival mechanism

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-59142025108181525242011-03-19T21:53:00.006-06:002011-03-19T22:18:37.652-06:00

slowly mending.i know i'm still holding a bunch of fear. i feel really weird about the surgery. i faced death, but i was unconscious or out of reality for so much of the crucial time. so what happened to me? the things people say happened; this abdominal surgery, the breathing tube, the amusing statements while i was mentally elsewhere (apparently i called the surgical prep team bastards, and had

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-31464226011206722352011-03-14T13:28:00.003-06:002011-03-14T13:44:39.146-06:00

okay kids, i haven't abandoned the blog - i was in the hospital.i guess when you have a fever and diarrhea after giving birth, you should get it checked out. by the time i did (i'm not really a go get it checked out person) my body was so run down they admitted me through emergency, took a bunch of bloodwork, a CAT scan, some x-rays, felt around my uterus (which was fine) and then sent me up to a

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-50038621682662304982011-02-22T19:36:00.002-07:002011-02-22T19:54:21.504-07:00

oh man! did it ever get complicated.so, the little dolphin's tiny mouth, combined with her womb-habit of sucking on her hand (one hand came out pointed upward, leading to three tiny sutures for yours truly) led to trouble latching. i thought i had the hang of it (little flutter sucks they do to let the milk down, and then long sucks and swallows for minutes at a time. she would do this three or

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-44738673602415724332011-02-18T12:27:00.002-07:002011-02-18T12:33:38.335-07:00

it has been done.the little dolphin swam out last friday in the early morning. she's a cutie alright. people say she looks like me; i think the queen was hoping she would look like him. i'm sure she will.anyway, full birthing story will have to come later - i am exhausted and have stuff to do. this is far more difficult than being pregnant, but i still prefer it. although my body is definitely

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-10370483116445119932011-02-08T14:04:00.002-07:002011-02-08T14:13:09.416-07:00

ahhh, nothing.had a glorious visit this weekend from the awesomes. they came through treacherous driving conditions to warm our home. we now have drawings, empty beer cans, memories of the muppets, more cloth diapers and a cute little beer stain on our furniture. alas, no birthing while they were here. i could actually feel my body go "no no, not in front of the company." i wonder if i'll be one

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-59012372333184689352011-02-04T16:08:00.003-07:002011-02-04T16:31:56.554-07:00

after all the productivity in the last few days, i looked at the list of things i wanted to do today and said "fuck it". i erased the list and rewrote it to include: useless trips up and down the stairs; aimless puttering, and; cups of tea. now i feel good about my day. of course, after i gave up on the list, i was actually able to get some shit done. signed up for curbside recycling (which is a

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oh my. and how is today.well, today is another day. we went for one last ultrasound because the baby is presenting so small (they have an optimum growth chart, and i reached the edge of the okay zone on the last midwife's visit. they weren't too concerned, but offered up the ultrasound option as a "better safe than sorry" choice, and we took it since we are know-nothing newbie parents). the

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feeling a bit overwhelmed. not as a whole; the imminent birth, on a conscious level anyway, feels good. i'm practicing my breathing exercises and reading about breast-feeding. we have supplies, a list of people to call who will light a candle, and a cozy room to birth in. the midwives visit our home now for their weekly visits. the feeling of being overwhelmed is more of an extension into other

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we just did way too much for a weekend in the big city.- outdoor costumed hippie handfasting: check. skipped dinner, came to reception. belly was felt. discovered someone else is pregnant. bride was hot, groom looked dazed.- visited wife and surveyed damages to leaky gnome home. walls are soft. living room ceiling is bowed. rain in the dining room. wife is clinging quite well to sanity, i'm

sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-64925502961384466502011-01-20T17:12:00.006-07:002011-01-20T17:40:45.237-07:00

it flipped! well, it was maneuvered into flipping. hey, my first flip was assisted too, kid. do i recommend an ecv? try the moxibustion first - having someone reef on your already stretched stomach muscles is distinctly uncomfortable. ("uhh, we're just going to sling your intestines over your shoulder for a moment here...") but was it worth it? oh yes.the nurses were really lovely. when one asked

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aww, everyone is being supportive. you guys are so sweet! reader support; i never knew it could feel so good. i got this beautiful c-birth story sent to me, which was absolutely perfect, plus it introduced me to the offbeat mama website, which seems pretty lovely.we have the ecv scheduled for tomorrow. the chiropractor seems pretty hopeful, the midwives encouraging. i'm trying not to be too

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let me start this post off with a musical recommendation for those among us who are feeling depressed, with shout-outs to this sweetheart and this poor sod (who wrote and starred in a cool video but man does he ever seem low). seeing these people depressed reminds me we don't have to be ugly or poor or otherwise destitute to feel depressed. they honestly seem like smart folks, and they're both

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ah, winter. the bottle of something-or-other that i've been looking at out the window to gauge the amount of snow was completely buried this morning.that's a decent analogy for my emotional state right now. i keep doing these breech exercises and the little dolphin keeps turning, but only from side to side; turning, not flipping. meanwhile, i feel all stretched and awkward. between the weather (

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okay, i need to actually blog, with emotions and all that.i feel really sad about the baby being in breech. i want to have a home birth. i want this baby to pass through the canal and join the world having felt a little pressure. i want to know that experience for myself as well. i want this to change my life, not in a surgical way but in an opening way. i want to feel the pressure and the

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well, even if i wasn't in nesting mode, the blowing snow warning and blizzardy conditions covering two provinces would probably drive me inside anyway.it's nice to have a home to retreat into. i organized my sewing (not as good as actually sewing anything, but hey - i reintroduced myself), baked more banana bread, and have plans for chili, cornbread and a bath in my fresh clean bathroom later

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two chunks of news.one is homeish: settling in nicely, starting to make large batches of food and freezing it. so far, a good spicy turkey soup (which we ate so much of because of the cold we both had that only one tupperware made it into the freezer) and a nice pasta sauce. plans are at work for a salsa and a chili. the queen cut up some steaks and froze them as well. we're planning to use the

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boxes unpacked, internet set up, first piece of mail received, cell number changed, addresses mostly updated (if you don't have my new contact info and want it, message me), cat acclimatizing, record player set up.we did an insanely large grocery run. i have never filled a cart so full. we'll be eating for months, we have tp til the kid graduates... i have tended to live thus far in tiny houses,

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hurgle burgle. survival of the merriest. lord please protect me from your holiday season.hey, wanna add stress to the celebrations? get pregnant and homeless. well, as the queen points out, we have a home. we just don't get into it until the 27th. and there is a plethora (are a plethora?) of lovely people offering us places to stay. but we both agree it was actually easier to drive hank around

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we're home!by home, i mean alberta. we spent two days with the queen's parents on their farm. i had a great bath there, and the queen's mom fussed over my not eating enough. we hunted for a place to rent in rural alberta, and found one. a small town, a cute house, decent rent, and enough rooms for us not to kill each other in. also, the era of cute built-in shelving. i love it. the only thing it

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i just posted, but am feeling like there is more to say. i got out all the external stuff, but truthfully, there is a roiling batch of emotions going through me, and i am having trouble finding equanimity.you know when you bust yourself fighting with someone in your head? i've been internally fighting with an internal queen recently. in the outside world, the queen and i are doing pretty well -

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where to start...in new mexico, we visited the white sands monument, where the dunes are composed entirely of gypsum crystals. pretty. i realised our trip is themed with bridges and sand. of course, what stands out in my mind about the visit was not only the white dunes, but the green chili popcorn we got in the gift shop. the queen said it tasted like dirt, i loved it, coughing dryly as i

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hello, mexican border!we were going to leave austin this morning, but decided to leave last night, on a whim. the highway is really desolate in most of texas. the most isolated we've seen since newfoundland. it definitely connotes western films. we parked behind a gas station last night, and woke up early this morning (four-thirty, five), possibly for indoor sports. when we realised that neither

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whew. made it out of new orleans alive. man that city is crazy. the last 24 hours we were there really brought that home to me. on the last night, the queen went to a show, leaving me in the care of pixie. but pixie wasn't home, and while i had a key to their place, i was so exhausted, i just went to sleep on the bus, and didn't wake up til late at night. i stayed up to wait for the queen, who

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i really like this xkcd comic, mostly for the message in the scrollover. i have an amazingly good ability to make myself feel like shit for feeling like shit. i've been practicing said ability for years, so it makes sense that i'd be good at it by now. being smart and able to form decent arguments are skills that can be put to use when flogging oneself. none of this explains why i would do it,

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wow.so, pixie is house/dog-sitting for a couple she knows. their dog is a beautiful akita, and their house is an eco-sustainable mansion. seriously. on the one hand, you have solar panels and water cisterns. on the other hand, you have a private, heated pool in the backyard, antique furniture and incredible paintings, most of which are painted by pixie's friend (almost each one i look at becomes

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so much liveliness here! so much i want to record, but so tired... this morning i hung out on the porch (because it was nice out, pixie's house was colder than the outdoors - they don't have furnaces here, which blows my canadian mind), while pixie ran an errand and the queen went to a gun show in baton rouge (he came back reporting it was actually a pow-wow. he also picked up cowboy boots and a

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new orleans. wow.we burned figurative rubber from north carolina to louisiana, getting here in two days instead of five. tired of trying to figure out where to park for the night, not knowing when our next shower will be; ah, life on the road. so now we're parked outside my friend pixie's house in the ninth ward, sitting on her bed drinking tea and hogging the internet while she crochets and her

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still in north carolina - feeling way better. a night on a deserted beach was really, really helpful. the queen went out and slept on the actual beach, and i shared a fire with him until sleep called, then returned to the environs of hank the bus. we both fell asleep earlier than usual, which was handy when wakened by the park wardens and kicked out at five-thirty this morning. so we drove

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blogging from north carolina, with the ocean outside. the only thing separating me from the ocean is the balcony of the hotel room, a smallish sand dune and the beach. a few hours ago, the full moon was shining a gorgeous path on the ocean, and it reflected into our room. oddly enough, i've felt a little depressed. warm weather is not a cure-all. mostly i think it's just the ongoing driving.

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ah, conneticut. home of a good brewhouse, a good weekly and this boring starbucks with free internet.actually, i was more fond of maine. who wouldn't be fond of maine? all the cheerful-looking conifers interspersed with the kinds of rocks that feature in cartoons (good size, nice rocky colour, round; good for dropping on wile E coyote) and slate grey streams. we didn't see the moose or the

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so pretty. we parked hank at a public park; within walking distance to the waterfront, many bookstores, quaint public houses for the queen and a "restaurant with a conscience" that has the best gluten-free pizza i have found so far in the world. meat-lovers ... yum.so far, we have spent too much money on books (the trend continues). this great book store had a lovely section of women authors, and

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sitting in a ferry terminal. this is the east coast. i have sat in several ferry terminals and will sit in more before we're done. they are a good place to catch up on internetting and eat suspicious fries that will probably make my stomach hurt.i just re-read my previous entry and was amused by how materialistic travelling while pregnant has made me. who knew all it took was a jacuzzi tub in a

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i just had the most amazing bath. words cannot do it justice.we came in overnight on the ferry from cape breton and slept a bit in port aux basques before heading up to gros morne national park (this pic captures what i like best about the park; fog and valleys). we parked by a dock for the night and stepped out to watch the little fishing boats bobbing up and down in the dark (going for crabs or

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welcome to nova scotia; we found an irish pub. the queen is pleased. it's like both of us are home (i was born in nova scotia, but moved away as a toddler and haven't been back since i was twelve). the sand dunes in pei were fantastic. they are actually dune-like. who knew?we're stopping here quickly (took the ferry over from pei) and then off to newfoundland, where i am not counting on finding a

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another post so quickly! praise the internet!we are in charlottetown, PEI. the smallest province. it is very red. seriously, the soil is red. lots of oxidizing iron in the sandstone or something. tomorrow we are going to visit the sand dunes on the north shore. we're staying in the driveway of an old friend of mine from vancouver; she and i worked together as fundraisers, and became fast friends.

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ah, the maritimes. currently in fredericton, new brunswick; a cute little government city on the river, with beautiful old houses. as much as i had fun in montreal, this is more my pace. though we nearly lost our minds today in a sneaky hate spiral. true to recipe, our day started poorly; in a mall parking lot, the queen couldn't sleep, i had to wait in line at a medicentre to discover i still

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montréal! we have had a very busy past few days. leaving owen sound, we busted through toronto for lunch with my friend who is under house arrest, awaiting her G20 trial. she made a kickass stirfry and we discussed relationships, lawyers and skills she could learn while she is housebound for the next two years or so.then we flew the coop before rush hour got too bad, and made our way out to

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what a relaxing day!the hospital didn't have my results yesterday, so we stayed another day here with the titian-haired nutritional vixen and her sweet cat. the queen came down with a flu-like thing, so he stayed in bed yesterday and today, suffering. i visited with some lovely ladies yesterday, spent a lot of time eating, and did nothing much. today, the vixen was working and then teaching a

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