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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

So, kids, let’s talk about democracy. Because I’d rather do that than stuff diapers at the moment.

I’ll start off by saying that we (and by “we” I mean “Canadians”) live in one of the greatest countries of the world. We’ve got a nice blend of capitalism and socialism – decent health care and other social services, freedom from illegal search and seizure, and so on.

And it’s because we live in a democracy. Every four or five years (give or take – I’m not getting into how elections get scheduled here) we vote for a new government. It could be the same as before, it could be different – but each election is a chance for change.

Often, because of the way the electoral system works, there is only a change when people are good and pissed off. This is what is known as the protest vote. People come out in droves to vote because they finally have an opinion, usually about the outgoing government.

Are we good so far? Do you have my main point? That it is the electorate – citizens – that control who is in power.

Since 2001, there has been a marked change in how elections take place. Throughout campaigning, there has been an emphasis on fear. What I have noted over and over is that politicians need to tell me why to vote for them and not why I shouldn’t vote for the other guy. All they tell me is that if I vote for Candidate X, that will guarantee Armageddon.

And here I thought the Mayans said that would occur in December 2012.

Fear is politics’ commodity. It’s been effectively used before against populations: Nazi Germany, the Soviet Union, various pre-democratic and democratic monarchies. It’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing: fear disguised as hope. And it is, unfortunately, being used far too oftenby politicians against citizens, in what are, ostensibly, democratic countries.

Now given that we live in a democracy, or at least a country with democratic tendencies, who should be scared of whom?

Come back later, and I’ll let you know what I think and give you a reason to unfollow me. But I have to get the roast ready for dinner now.

Before becoming a mother, I used to Get A Lot Done. Multiple things over the course of the day, and still have time to relax in the evening.  And yet, it didn’t seem that important or fulfilling.

These days, I’m lucky if I get dinner on the table. I spend a lot of time playing and snuggling the Poptart, or we go out to various programs (Salsababies, aquafit, Mother Goose, storytime, etc) and usually after that she is done and ready for a nap of some sort. So we go home and snuggle.

Currently, she is pulling books off her shelf in the living room.

I don’t spend a lot of time on household stuff. The crockpot gets a lot of use. In fact, I’ve ordered a second crockpot with my airmiles (this one has a meat thermometer – how exciting!).  The bathrooms usually get cleaned about once a week or 10 days or so. The kitchen/entry/dining room floor gets mopped once a week or so. Maybe once every two weeks.

And yet, I am fulfilled. Moreso than I’ve been in a long time.

…you get four entries today. They will be done in order to complete NaBloPoMo.

I really should have scheduled posts in advance. I’m usually pretty good at planning, but not so much with the pre-planning and pre-dating blog posts.

And the last post today? Will be a doozy that will probably result in loss of followers on twitter and people abandoning my blog.

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When the Poptart was about 4 months old, I was having lunch with my parents at Boston Pizza and she grabbed salad off my plate and stuffed it in her mouth. Then she grabbed my water glass and insisted on drinking out of it.

So we decided to start her on solids. We got a bag of rice cereal that she ate about three spoonfuls of, and then I gave her some pears.

She is not shy about eating. Ask Amber if you don’t believe me. She’ll eat pretty much anything and everything you put in front of her. She’ll only object if it’s too hot or dry (as I found out with her chicken tonight).

Among the weirder things she eats are:

  • bacon
  • ham (regular, not honey)
  • olives (black)
  • spicy black beans
  • spicy meatballs (made with Rooster sauce – you know the stuff I’m talking about)
  • prunes (which I am not a fan of)
  • spinach

I suppose we’ll find out if she’s really my daughter at Christmas when we’re at my parents’ place. If she likes brussels sprouts, I’ll have to question if she is actually mine.

So because I have to make up FOUR posts now in the next three days (why can’t November have 31 days), that makes SEVEN posts I have to do, you’re going to get at least two today.

On Friday, Darren’s mom called and said they would pay for the Poptart’s next carseat. On Monday, I went to Baby’s World to try some out. She, of course, takes after her mother and likes one of the more expensive ones.

On Tuesday, the Poptart had her 6 month Doctor appointment where she got her regular vaccines and the first part of the baconic plague vaccine. She has to go back in three weeks for the next part. She weathered them like a champ. She was 28 inches long and 19 lbs. I’d been noticing that she’d gotten heavier and her bucket car seat was getting very difficult to carry. And she just didn’t look comfortable in her carseat any more.

Yesterday, I called Baby’s World and put a hold on the carseat.

Later today, the Poptart will take the last ride in her bucket carseat. We will  retire the two bases and find a place to store them. And we Darren will install the new carseat in the car.

At 11am I’m meeting Amber at Baby’s World. I’m apologizing in advance if I end up crying on her.

Wednesdays, our garbage and recycling are picked up. Yes, both on the same day. Its incredibly convenient. I throw my one bag of garbage in the can in the garage, drag it out, and then put all the recycling bins out. I have my own stacking ones for glass/cans/plastic, newspaper, office paper and cardboard and one big blue bin from the recycling society that we use for bottles. The bottles are returned by the recycling society for the deposit, which is used to fund the society.

Now, on to my point.

Both garbage and recycling, including this bin of bottles, are set out around 7am. My neighbours two doors down in my complex also have the same stacking bins which they use pretty much exclusively for their myriad bottles (they enjoy their beverages).

At some point, the garbage truck goes by and takes the garbage. It’s almost always before the recycling people. Today, the Poptart and I were coming back from our morning program (Mother Goose, FTW!) and I noticed the garbage was gone. I pulled the car into the garage and went to retrieve the garbage can. I noticed the recycling from the other side of the complex was gone, as were my bottles. I looked at my two-doors-down neighbours and their bottles were gone too. The rest of the recycling on my side of the complex was still there.

I would have stopped and scratched my head but it was pouring. So I put the garbage can back, got us into the house, and went to find the roomba (it got jammed under the TV stand).

Then the recyclers came by and picked everything up.

This isn’t the first time my bottles have disappeared before the rest of the recycling; it happened a couple of weeks ago too. I figure there are 3 different options:

  1. The recyclers picked up the bottles when they made their first round.
  2. The garbage men took the bottles (although they are clearly in a recycling box) either for trash or the deposit.
  3. Someone is going through our complex, pilfering bottles before the recycling truck comes by.

And that is the kind of mystery that occupies your time when you should be baking cookies, when you’re on maternity leave. 🙂

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I think it’s 7, anyways, does it matter? Because why limit it to 365?

1. A case of free-range chickens.
2. 60 pounds of grass-fed beef.
(In other words, enough meat to not have to buy any until about February)
3. A happy, healthy, growing baby who said “mum” today while looking at me (even though it was probably an accident, but she only said “mum” once not “mumumumum” like she normally does, so I’ll take it)

4. A warm house on a blustery day.
5. Multigrain garlic buns and leftover salad for dinner (leftover meaning it’s a mix of leftovers with a few things added in; some people make soups, I make salads).


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