A Little Visit

Evan asked me last night where Shania lived and when I told him it was far away in Switzerland, he asked if we could go visit her there when he is older, like maybe 6. So we did th next best thing today, and went to the Shania Twain Centre. Although pictures are not allowed to be taken inside where he awarda and clothing are, we did get to take some on her tour bus. Evan was a wee bit disppointed that she was not there, but he got over it. She has no idea, but she has been his girlfriend for a very long time. Whne he was learning to talk, she was *Nya* cause he couldn't say her name properly. From the time he was about 8 months old and damn near got whiplash the second her video for "I'm Gonna Getcha Good" came on the tv, he has been smitten.On another note......7 MORE SLEEPS TO MY HOLIDAYS!!!

The Verdict is In...

...on the MRI I had last week on both knees. It seems I have tears in both (ergo the constant pain) and they are referring me to an orthopedic surgeon. They will do a scope which I understand is done with a local anesthetic and a small incision in which they will insert a camera and see the damage. Then, we go from there. Weehee, sounds like a grand ole time doesn't it? Anybody ever had this done? I had a wee bit of a laugh when the doctor called me herself and asked if I was an athelete or runner. Anybody that knows me knows that me + exercise= not gonna happen. So, any volunteers out there wanna come hold my hand? There's a free coffee in it for you if you do! When I had surgery on my nose about 6 yrs ago(surgery, not a nose job!) I passed out before even getting the gown on while fnishing up the paper work. Look up wuss in the dictionary and you will find a pic of yours truly. Don't ask me how I ever delivered a child cause we all know where that came from! And JB, thanks for taking the time to note it has been 10 days since my last post. I feel like I ought to confess something now! xo

Alone Again, Naturally

If anyone can name the singer of that tune, you get a free cup of coffee next time you're in the 'hood. I am alone again, Evan is safely in Callander, gearing up for VBS(vacation bible school) for the week. He has been looking forward to it for a while now. It's nice that he can go away like this and I don't have to worry about him. I'm also thankful that I have remained so close to all my in-laws. I love that they still see Evan all the time, and I don't think for one second I would ever have it any other way. When push comes to shove, family is what matters most. BAck to the grinds tomorrow, I counted and in the past 4 weeks, I think I've had a grand total of 4 days off. Only 20 more sleeps till my holidays!

Is It Time for Holidays Yet?

So as I write this, Evan has been to North Bay for a week and is headed back there next week. How does a 5 year old get more holiday time than his hard-working, tax-paying mother does? My holidays start on August 4th, which is approximately 24 more sleeps, but who's counting? Question for the parents....at what age is too young for the "where did I come from" discussion? I got some of that last night. Suddenly, when he asked where he came from and I told him "my belly", it just didn't seem like enough anymore. At least not for him. Is this one of the things I discuss with his dad before I say anything, or do I just go it alone? Answers people, I need answers! Maybe I will go to the book store and try to find something age-appropritae. Yeah, that's a good idea. Anyway, I am off to throw some laundry in.

The Sound of Silence

I have been home alone now since Saturday afternoon and am starting to miss my little boy. It is so quiet when he is gone, but I know he isbeing well taken care of and having a great time. I had somewhat of an epiphany last night if you could call it that. I had been out with a friend for a drink last night and on the way home we got into a somewhat deep conversation. She had been asking me about my *new* life and if I had found myself yet. I think it was at that moment I realized that I had in fact gotten lost somewhere in my life's jouney. I had been the daughter, wife, mother, worker, but somewhere I forgot how to be me. I know it sounds corny, but it is true. I have learned a lot in the past year, mostly about who I've been, who I am amnd who I want to be. Now I know you can't see me writing this, but I am getting a bit misty eyed. They say everything happens for a reason, and although I don't quite know yet what the reason is, I am on a journey of self discovery and learning new things every day. Things I never in my wildest dreams I would ever do, I am beginning to do. Maybe next week I'll go get a tattoo to celebrate my indpendence. Anybody wanna come hold my hand??