I had forgotten about this thing.

nearly a year....wow. how things change.

Last year I was excited by a beaver, this year Im excited by the sound of my unborn childs heartbeat. 18 weeks pregnant, going in for the "Big" Ultrasound next tuesday. I can't wait. Im leaning more towards wanting a boy but Id obviously be just as happy with a girl when it came around. Im just more used to boys is all.

plus, my cousin had twin boys a year ago...just take a moment to think of all the free stuff! yeeeess.

things are getting more obvious now. my pants dont fit, I cannot for the life of me suck in my gut, seriously, it sticks out further than my tatas and my tatas aint small, I can no longer sit comfortably or sleep comfortably for that matter , but best of all I have started feeling the baby moving around. THAT is pretty damn cool no?
fucking rights it is.

stiiiiill puking though. that pretty much blows really. a lot.

aaaaaaaaaanymahooo.
Im hungry ( as per usual) and Im going to go stuff my face with jam sammiches now.

Today I saw a beaver.

My first beaver sighting actually. Well, live beaver sighting. I am Canadian after all so I see them on everything, everywhere. I've seen stuffed beavers, I've had a beaver puppet, I've seen Imax movies about them at Science World, they were absolutely everywhere in my high schools changing rooms**, they're on the "Welcome to Surrey" signs and they're on my money. Yet I have never seen one in real life. 20 some years and no beavers.

Until yesterday. for about 3 seconds, I saw real live beaver action. It was awesome. Me and the dog were just standing by the river, watching squirrels on the opposite bank. I was wishing I had my camera and I know the dog was wishing he had those squirrels. I heard a rustling and then a *splash* and looked just quickly enough to see the beavers head pop up from the water and then under again as it dived. a quick glimpse of the tail agreed with my over-excited exclamation of "A beaver!"

Still, ever skeptical of my own powers of freaking OBSERVATION (you'd think I could be pretty certain if I had seen a beaver, all things considered, eh?), I had to go home and Google it. And yes. Beavers DO exist in the Nicomekl. Some "reports" said they didn't but to hell with those people because me? I saw a fucking beaver. If not, we have some SERIOUS rat problems. I knew the Nicomekl was polluted but daaaamn dude. (seriously guys. stop trashing the goddamn river. If I see someone shoving carts/bikes/boxes/holy crap you'll never guess the kinds of shit that's in there, into the river I'm going to shove THEM in the river.)

They're obviously quite rare in my neck of the woods; I've lived practically on the banks of this river for more than ten years and never seen one. I'm not really surprised considering it runs right through quite a lot of residential area and sees a lot of human traffic, .

It's all those goddamn fornicating teenagers and drug abusing homeless people scaring the damn beavers. I wish I lived somewhere more rural where other dirt bag humans couldn't keep messing with my enjoyment of nature. Harrumph.

But yeah, that beaver made my damn day. my week even. the fucking SNOW and general coldness of today nearly counteracted it but the beaver prevailed. Hail, BEAVER!.

(memo to mother nature : WTF? May = 12 days away. May the month before June. June = SUMMER. so please to be explaining, WHERE THE FUCK SPRING WENT?!)




**I like to think I'm funny. don't burst my bubble.

Promises? What Promises?

I'm not making any promises with this blog. to myself or anyone else. I might keep it up or I might not. It truly depends on how interesting my life seems. at the moment its not too entertaining to anyone but me. Then again, I'm not that interesting in general though I've been told I can tell a funny story. Neither will I be promising to use proper grammar or punctuation. This is a journal to me, albeit one that is open for other people to read, but its my journal and I write my thoughts and my thoughts don't do punctuation well. they do italicize though.

Bored now. write later. or not.