Time Off

I cut a deal last week. If I worked 60 hours in 6 days I would get 8 days off in return. It was a crazy week with an extra 5 hours of overtime. I worked in Day Surgery, Recovery Room, and got my feet wet on the ward. Every shift went well. But by the end of it I was tired, my back was fatigued, and the Boy had learned how to hold a grudge.

This week I recover. I have a lot of goals as well. Today I got the big fish tank clean. I will do the small one tomorrow. I want to make a couple of home cooked meals. I want to get all the laundry done and put away. A minimum of 3 workouts. A couple of medical appointments.... I will find out the degree of my curve this week. A massage. And I'll top it off by spending an afternoon at the spa with my dear friend.

Blingtastic!

The Boy has decided he's into accessories, including shiny anything. He has opinions that he is learning to share and has recently perfected the head shake for "no."

Scoliosis 2009

I went for xrays of my spine today...

I'm still shocked every time I see it

Blogger Woes

I've had such trouble getting on to blogger. I think it's my internet settings, but I just can't figure it out.

Now I don't know what to write about...

The fact that my Mum is more internet savvy, 21st century with it than I am. She joined Facebook and is finding hundreds of friends. As an attempt to regain my coolness I've joined Twitter. So far only spammers follow my updates.

I could write about the issues I've been having with my spine and supposed upcoming appointment with a surgeon. I could write about the MRI I had and the xrays I'm going to have. I could write about my frustrations with our health care system. Or how my head spins and the clouds gather over me when I think about it too much.

Or I could post a picture of the progess on our house. Our builder may be bankrupt, but one man ensures that the work continues. S l o w l y but surely. Now we have scaffolding, a scratch coat, and an airconditioner.

Promises of things to come

Pooch

I have an amazing pooch. It took him a little while to adjust after baby was born as he learned to play second fiddle. I used to walk him daily when we lived in the city. Rain or snow, plus 30 or minus 30. It kept me in good shape and kept him from being bored. I must admit that I've gotten lazy in the country. Some days I let him out and he walks himself. I'm working on it though. I'm trying to walk him more days in a week than not. For both of us.

Other uses for a dog - stepstool!

Self Control

The Husband is the only person I know who can make the following statement:

"Tonight I practiced self control. I did no cleaning. I decided to enjoy myself and sit in front of the TV for the evening and just relax. Well, except I swept the entrance."

And that, for him, really is self control.

Good job Husband! Doesn't it feel good?

Babysitting

So far I like my neighbors. I can't say I know any of them well, but they are friendly and agreeable so far. There is one I visit with more than the others. She's laid back and fun, from what I can tell. She has adult kids living with her.

She told me once that one of her daughters would love to babysit for us if we ever want/need her to. I thought that was a kind gesture.

Then I met her daughter in the mall and we had a pleasant 5 minute conversation. She also offered to babysit. She told me that the Boy is the most handsome child she has ever laid eyes on, and she gets bonus points for that.

Ever since, the neighbor continues to remind me that her daughter would love to babysit. I always smile and say thanks.

Now, I'm not one to be suspicious. The husband does enough of that for both of us. But it is starting to weird me out. And the offers just keep coming. They are probably just kind people who like kids, but I don't even know that I'd recognize this girl again if I bumped into her.

So I will continue to smile and be gracious. That is all.

Photo Update

Yelling and driving monster trucks

Walking

All eyes and teeth