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So last Saturday, there was a tweetup/meetup/whatever over at Timbre Restaurant on Commercial Drive (and I totally recommend the crab cakes benny). They were very accommodating, especially since there’d been a miscommunication about the number of kids who would be there. All the kids were very well behaved.

Anyways, it was fun. I acquired a bunch of clothes for the Poptart from Michelle. The only reason the Poptart has to be upset now is that she has no good reason to go around naked all the time any more. 🙂

You can check out these other people for more details because I had one glass too many of wine last night and woke up with a headache:

Musings From Mt. Rogo

Strocel.com

Scatteredmom

Michelle Kent Photography

The Tsunami Mommy

A Lot of Loves

See Theo Run

Muggabug

Crunchy Carpets

Left Coast Mama

(List shamelessly stolen from Scatteredmom – who bakes really good cookies:

Also, in blog news I registered, or attempted to register, my own domain last night. It’s currently cued for manual processing (I have no idea what that means) so keep an eye out to where to redirect your feeders, bookmarks, etc. Maybe. 🙂

So awhile back, scatteredmom and I had a conversation about a tweetup/meetup/whatever in March. And like anything on Twitter, it sort of exploded (but in a good way! It’s great to see that people want to get together). Most of the tweetups/meetups/whatevers seem to be downtown or on the west side so we thought we’d change things up and head for East Vancouver. Specifically, Commercial Drive.

So Crunchy Carpets sent me a tweet awhile later suggesting Timbre Restaurant. I eventually got ahold of them and we have a date and time set! Finally! It took so long because teething is hell and I needed someplace that was licensed because it’s always happy hour somewhere (but that’s a different post, entirely).

Date: Saturday March 6, 2010
Time: 11:00am
Place: Timbre Restaurant, 2068 Commercial Drive, Vancouver BC

RSVP by March 4 (see below)

I’ve told the guys at Timbre that we’ll be about 20 people, so please to click here and  fill out the form by March 4 . I’m sure they’ll be accommodating if we’re a bit over.

Note: this is not just directed to moms! Bring spouses! come by yourself! All welcome! 🙂

The post that makes you ALL hate me will have to wait until tomorrow(sorry, Amber; although this cop-out will probably make you hate me anyways :)). I currently have:

  • an overfull belly because I ate too much barley-spinach-sundried tomato casserole and roast beast
  • a baby alternately emptying the laundry basket of her clean diapers and chewing on my toes
  • books all over the floor
  • a now-overtired baby who needs snuggling

Quickly because we just finished dinner and the Poptart needs a bath (she has yams in her ears):

  • I am fairly certain the cold I thought I had is hayfever.
  • Who the hell gets hayfever in Vancouver in November?
  • Me, apparently.
  • This means I can get my flu shots tomorrow.
  • And ask the doctor about the Poptart’s flu shot(s)
  • If my nose would stop itching, that would be great.
  • I will show you photos from this week’s repurposing tomorrow.
  • This is because I haven’t finished one of them.
  • We moved the coffee table downstairs because we have too much kid stuff and a rolly baby.
  • Thank god we have a roomba.
  • Yes, this is a bit of a cop-out for NaBloPoMo. I haven’t left the house in two days because I felt crappy. Nothing’s happened.

Because I am coming down with something and feel like 10 lbs of poop in a 5 lb sack, you get this entry I started last week on Recent Things I Like:

1. My roomba. Its almost as good as having a cleaning service (which I used to have and miss terribly). Now if only it would dust and clean the bathrooms.

2. The Epicurious app for iPhone/iPod Touch. I’ve always grappled with how to get my electronic recipes into the kitchen. I didn’t want to take the laptop because it might get wet/damaged/etc. We were messing around with installing a laptop under the cabinets and programming it to invert the picture but I don’t really have a spot for it because of my lack of counter space. Now I can just take my iPod into the kitchen and look at it there. It will even create shopping lists for you, which enable better meal planning.

Yes, I know I could print them out but that seems wasteful somehow. And I end up with paper everywhere because I’m kind of bad about filing paper away.

3. The Poptart’s new noises. Specifically the fact that she plays on the floor going “ba ba ba ba”. Which is a lot closer to “Mama” than “Dada”, linguistically speaking (I know this because I took a linguistics course once twice. I failed it the first time).

4. A full night’s sleep for the first time in 5 days because of a combination of 6 month growth spurt plus teething.

5. Dooce’s book. Yes, I’m a bit behind but I got it from the library and there was only copy so it was a long waiting list.

What do you like lately?

For the most part, I lead a fairly normal, everyday existence. Except, it seems, when it comes to traffic accidents. Or at least incidents that involve ICBC.

A decade or so back, I was driving along on a cold winter morning, hit a patch of black ice, and lost control of the car. I had a choice: I could hit the bushes (choice number 1), a fire hydrant (choice number 2) or a telephone pole (choice number 3). I aimed for the bushes and hoped for the best.

I hit the fire hydrant.  And although my little Chevette didn’t launch into the air on the top of the geyser emanating from what was the fire hydrant, the amount of water was quite impressive.

About a week back, I got a call from ICBC saying saying I’d had an accident on September 2nd in Surrey although I hadn’t been anywhere near there. About 5 years back, I had a motorbike. When I moved in with Darren, the bike was not working so well, I didn’t really want to fix it, so I called a junkyard to come and pick it up and that was the last I heard of it.

I never cancelled the plate because…well, I didn’t. I have no excuse. Some jerkwad has been running around with my old plate for the last  5 years and had an accident. ICBC called me because when they put the plate number into the computer my name came up.

Anyways, that just goes away.

And then, there was yesterday. I picked up Darren from the train, we went to the store and were coming back along the highway. I moved into the right turn lane to, well, turn right. In front of the truck in front of me, this mountain bike comes flying out onto the road.

By which I mean somebody threw it onto the road. “The hell?” I said. The truck swerved to miss it, and then the guy who threw it came out and picked it up so I continued on, thinking that he was removing it from the lane.

And then he threw it again. It bounced off its front tire and hit our car on the back passenger door side. Where the Poptart sits. I slammed on the brakes and Darren leaped out of the car.

The guy was already turning around and walking back to his front door.

Now, Darren is not a small man. He stands 6’2″ and 240lbs (or so). He looks like a cop. He has presence when he wants to.

You can bet that guy turned back around right quick.

And then Momma Bear got out of the car and went and gave him shit for throwing crap onto the road and hitting the car where my daughter sits.

Asshat Mountain Bike Tosser: I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hit the car but I’m sick of these crackheads next door putting their shit on my yard.

Momma Bear: I don’t particularly care. YOU lost your temper. YOU threw the bike and it hit the car right where my daughter sits. YOU could have caused a really serious accident. OWN IT. Unless you’re telling me that the crackheads next door are in charge of YOUR emotions and reactions, and then you have other problems.

There are scratches and dents on the door that need to be repaired. I get to go to ICBC on Thursday sometime.

Oh and the Poptart was completely oblivious to anything that had happened.

But really – who gets hit by a mountain bike that’s tossed into the road?

Do you remember those old text games, like the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy? Where you’d type in the action you want Arthur to perform and when you needed time to pass in the game you’d type “Wait” at the prompt and it would say “Time passes…”

So I’ve been waiting for time to pass on this Zoloft thing. A couple of weeks after starting it, I was feeling better. Not great, but better. I could get through the day without crying and the Poptart’s fussing/noises weren’t like nails on a chalkboard any more.  I figured if this was as good as it got, I could live with that.

Time passes…

A couple of weeks after that – all I can say is I feel about a gazillion times better, possibly better than I’ve felt in years. I don’t feel frantic, or angry and things are just not so damn personal. I’m more motivated and it doesn’t seem like so much of an effort to get out of the house.

except for that time I pinched the Poptart’s finger in the plastic clip of her carseat and she screamed for a half hour. The Mother of the Year award is MINE, I tell you, MINE.

Time passes…

I went hiking three times this week, schlepping the Poptart in the babyhawk, and can I tell you? Those extra 15 lbs (or so) going up some fairly steep inclines? You feel that.

Time passes…

And in the interest of time passing, I finally sent an email to an agency that helps people get nannies.

Yes, we are going the live-in nanny route when I go back to work. There are a number of reasons for this.

  • I am a bit of a diva (as most of you know) and do not like the idea of daycare, generally. If it were part-time, I’d probably be okay with that, but fulltime? I don’t think so.
  • I know her immune system needs a workout, but she doesn’t need every bug that’s floating around out there.
  • It will cost no more to have a live-in nanny than to send her to full-time daycare. Probably less while she’s still under a year.
  • We hope to get some light housework and cooking out of the deal.
  • The Poptart does not need 12 hour days out of the house.

Time passes…

Its three days since I started this post. And I have to get the Poptart ready to go to the doctor for her 4 month shots.

Because I’m having problems putting a coherent sentence together, you get a list:

1. Darren starts his new job on Wednesday. yay!

2. My last day of work is April 9. After counting on my fingers, that’s about 25 working days. Or 5 weeks. And that means in 10 weeks we will be parents.

3. I am swamped, absolutely swamped, up til then.

4. I finally kicked this cold and feel a thousand times better.

5. Because I feel better, and I woke up early, so far today, I have:

  • had coffee and breakfast
  • ran the dishwasher
  • gathered the laundry together
  • unloaded the dishwasher
  • made a pork roast and put it in the crockpot (except because we don’t like rosemary, I substituted marjoram)
  • made meatballs with a pound of ground beef I took out yesterday (it was in the fridge)
  • made chicken broth, which is simmering on the stove for another 45 minutes.

6. Decided that when I opened the oven after preheating it for the meatballs (I make them on the broiler pan and grid), and smoke came out so that my eyes watered, it was time to run the self-cleaning cycle. Remember this, kids.

7. I dug out the manual for the oven, because in 2.5 years of owning the oven, I have never run the cleaning cycle.

8. I read it and realized that part of the self-cleaning cycle includes myself cleaning the door and glass. So I cleaned it. Ew.

9. Got all the old stains off my big aluminum skillet using the cream cleaner stuff for the oventop and a brillo pad. Now I need more oventop cleaner. (Yes, I washed the skillet really well afterwards. I may even put it in the dishwasher which is almost ready to be run again)

And I am still in my pajamas. These days, the pajamas are the ultimate in sexiness: my (oversize) pajama bottoms paired with one of Darren’s tshirts because the tops of my pajamas are not comfortable.

Sexy, indeed.

For those that really want to know: we are not in the least prepared for the baby. At all. We have some clothes, a bassinet, a dresser that we’re not using, and figure that’s a good start. We need blinds, diapers, all the day-to-day stuff. So the kid won’t have to sleep in a drawer or anything, but may have to go naked for bit.

And that’s why my last day of work is so far in advance of my due date of May 16. I am hoping (crossing fingers) that I’ll be able to get most of it done in that time.

Speaking of due dates and baby prep, we’ve been attending prenatal classes on Monday evenings (as if we weren’t busy enough). The leader is also a doula and is really nice, kind of crunchy in a hippie sort of way, and us and the rest of the people in the class are, well, not.

She asked, for instance, if anyone was planning on a homebirth with a midwife. Kudos to those who do want that, however its not my style. And its not the style of anyone else in the class.

Then she asked if anyone was planning on a non-medicated birth. And all the women looked at her like she had 5 heads. One of the husbands started so say that he didn’t want his wife to have medication during the birth, and she turned around and told him, “Then YOU can have the baby.”

All in all, a really good group. Am seriously considering a post-baby party for all of them in July.

First, listen to this:

Now, have a good day.

So I put that last post up about being knocked up and then I leave for a bit (after admonishing you that It Only Takes Once, Kids).

The partial truth is that I have nothing to write about. I could write about having a bun in the oven (but really, do you want to hear about my sore boobs? Crunchy got a hit of that in an email this afternoon and I think I scared her off) (and isn’t that the most nauseating phrase to describe someone who’s pregnant?), or I could write about politics (but really, I’m tired of that, and the Canadian election is boring), or I could talk about economics (but there many more people who are far better with economics than I am, so I’ll just leave the current issues at “The US is fucked, and Canada might be, too.”).

The other part of the truth is I am a bit overwhelmed with this pregnancy thing. I’m tired. I can’t seem to keep the house together, and I don’t make it past about 9pm which is why nothing is getting done.

So this is what you get: a couple of paragraphs (with a lot of parentheses)


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