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This morning as I was feeding Charley, I was thinking about our political leaders... why breast feeding makes me think of politicians, I'm not sure... maybe because they are all boobs?

Anyways, what I was thinking about was how all the leaders in the race bare some resemblance to some of the Muppet characters. Take Micheal Ignatieff for example, his eyebrows alone are something only a felt puppet could have. So I did some research.. yes from the floor of Charley's room (again, why mess with a good thing) And don't you think Micheal Ignatieff looks exactly like Sam the Eagle? I mean, they do have things in common... they both have crazy 'brows and conveniently they are both American. Enjoy.

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Last Blog Feb.2nd... Well now that its almost 3 months later, I'm glad to say I'm up and running... So you 6 readers out there.. Enjoy.

I'm typing from my new office, yes.. an office.. I've made the big times.. but in all reality, its the floor of my son's room. Why the floor? because Charley really seems to dig it down here and I'll do whatever it takes for 5 minutes of piece.

I can't believe, its been over a year since I've moved to this little town. And what have I accomplished??! Child birth. Yes, my greatest fear in life (motherhood) as come true, just a little over my year anniversary here, I had Charley. After being 12 days over due he graced us with his presence on March 4th and my life since then has been tilted upside down. All new mothers can agree with me when I say the past two months have been out of control! Sleep deprivation, shit, pee, constant crying and coming to except the fact that for the next year and a bit I will constantly smell like barf... au de bebe, I should bottle it.. its really quite lovely. But dare, I say.. motherhood has grown on me.. kind of like a mole, you think you should have it removed but never do because it's something that defines you.

So here we go again, gorilla blogging... from the bedroom floor.

Early Spring, that ain't no Bull...eerrr Bill

This morning, I woke up with the theme song of Groundhog Day stuck in my head... you know, the song that plays in the back round when Bill Murray keeps reliving the Groundhog Day festival over and over and over... pretty obscure thing to have in my head, but alas it was there.

I suppose the irony about that, is that today is in fact Groundhog Day. Happy Groundhog Day, everyone... if that means anything to you. To us in the mountains, I don't think it means a whole lot...maybe it means wishful thinking? But I'm pretty sure we're doomed for winter weather, whether a rodent see's his shadow or not, at least until March or April. Call me bitter? Sure... its still -20 outside! Come on +20!!

So what did Puxatawney Phil predict? Early spring. Enjoy it where it might apply, me.. I'll still be shoveling out my car.. for a little while at least :)

Man, I feel like a Woman

I'm headin' on into home base with this whole pregnancy thing...37 weeks. So, I guess I could pop at anytime now? One could hope. I now have the privilege of seeing my doctor once a week until the time comes, which is cool because since my doctor's office is in Fernie, any reason to get out of Elkford is a good one.

Wayyyy back in late September, we had our ultra sound and it determined that we were having a boy... Which is cool because we have 3 nephews under the age of 10 (2 of them are under the age of 4) So, hand me downs and loads of experience. Boys are easy, little girls freak me out!

So after months of preparing for a boy, got boy clothes, picked boy names... just all around boy'd up the place.. we now found out ( 3 doctors confirming) that our boy has a girl heart beat... and after correcting the doctor saying that the ultra sound said it was a boy, the only response we've gotten from all 3 of them is "Well, its a girl or the boy is a really healthy baby"...hmmmmm.

Can't complain about a healthy baby, that is the goal... but now things just got interesting, after knowing for months that we're having a boy and now the tune is changing...is our Charlie going to come out a Carley? I guess we'll find out soon.

Good Bye Icy Brick Road...

Its been fairly warm in ole Elkford lately... warm being between -2 to a balmy +6... that being said, I saw my first glimpse of grass today! GRASS! I haven't seen grass since October, sure it wasn't green and lush...it was more brown with a hay like consistency.. but grass non the less. Signs to me that winter is on the outs (squeeeeeee!!!) Melt snow! MELT! Peace out ice and your scariness, you wont be missed.. bahahahahahahahaaa!



*Edited Note: 10 minutes after typing this lovely blog, it started snowing. Lesson learned, never under estimate the power of mother nature and her ability to smack you in the face!

Coffee, Doughnuts and an Onion... delicious!

Have you ever noticed how cute the bad breath guys that are on the Excel gum commercials? I swear, if my bad breath was this cute, I would never brush my teeth just so these little guys could fallow me around.

Mmmmm 2 ply... my favorite

Have you ever seen the show My Strange Addiction?

Good god. These people are seriously fucked up. I'm watching this show right now and some chick is arguing with her psychiatrist about how its okay to eat massive amounts of toilet paper. Hmmmmmmm... what would possess you to eat toilet paper to begin with? I look at toilet paper and say "Your meant to wipe my ass" not "Mmmmmmm that looks like a delicious snack, I could really go for some Purex Double Roll"...

Or how about the girl that eats couch cushions... She says that the yellow cushions are the best because they have the most flavor... I didn't know that foam came with a flavor. What does she have against white foam? is it too salty? Perhaps there isn't enough Polypropylene in it for her taste... According to her, she has eaten through 3 couches and 2 lazy boy chairs in her life time and she is only 30. That's like 2-3 living room sets... I've never owned that many couches in my life and I'm 30 and I've certainly never considered eating my couch... can you imagine how many people have farted and spilled shit all over your couch and then think to yourself "I'm going to mow down on that" Grossssssss.

I suppose one mans crack is another mans couch cushion.