Sleepless...

Why am I surprised? Another man in my life who snores and grunts. Prince Oliver ( yes, he's already decided he's a Prince) snores all night long except for the occasional grunt when he shifts position. When he does shift position that usually involves me getting a paw in the face.
Yes, the Prince sleep in my bed and yes, the Prince requires his own pillow. Princess Maggie
is feeling a little slighted these days and has been crawling into bed too. Scott has been working nights so its not been a big deal having two dogs in the bed ( Thank God Lara is too lazy to crawl up and prefers her spot at the end of the bed on the floor) I'm interested to see what power struggle ensues when Scott wants his bed back. Which man is going to win?

I had an old lady moment today. I was driving to work and completely forgot what road I was on, where I was going and why was I going there. Lasted maybe less than a second but shit, freaky feeling. If I had forgotten who I was, I would have been driving straight to the hospital, do not pass go. Come to think of it, I could use a few days in a padded room, all alone wearing a nighty and having my food served to me. Who am I?

Introducing...

My Little Man Olliver, Born Dec 6th 2007. He's such a chunky monkey. This boy is gonna be short and stout. I LOVE him!!

Humility in Stirups

This ones for you Becka because as life dictates; if you talk about it, it WILL happen.

I was visiting with Becka Monday afternoon and we were discussing my hesitation of gynecological issues with my family Doctor. I love my family Doctor. He's a typical country Doctor; always available, very caring and attentive. My entire family see's him and loves him too. Only one problem with country Doctors. You know them a little too well. You go to church together, sit together at the community roast beef night, cheer your kids on together at hockey practice, ride the annual Christmas float in the parade together etc.

Call me ridiculous but I cannot show my vagina to the man who buys me coffee at our kids Saturday morning hockey practice . It's way too close to being a date. Throw in the fact that his lovely wife , whom I also adore happens to be the head nurse and the creepy factor jumps way high. This was in the past.

As luck would have it ( I personally think God loves fucking with me) I had some pretty intense pelvic pain Monday night. By Tuesday morning I could barely move and was convinced I was either having an ectopic pregnancy or a kidney infection.

* Becka - Freaking wierd huh?? Considering...

I called my Doctor and got in ASAP. After desciribing my symptoms and him feeling my belly, he says just a sec..and promptly leaves. In walks the nurse ( his wife) with the PAP Kit. Oh no....not the kit, please not the kit. This is my nightmare right here. My face must have gone white because the nurse asks me what wrong. My eyes scan over the PAP kit and I plead with her; Can't we please just do an x-ray or something? She scowls at me and proceeds to tell me that every X-ray we get increases our chances of certain cancers. She throws me a paper sheet, tells me to undress from the waist down and says. "Cancer OR humiity? Suck it up buttercup!"


Nobody freak. Looks like an irritated cervix. More tests pending. Scott is walking around like a peacock. Give me a break. Could be the soap I use. - Laughs-

Balance is Key

Which is why I'm taking a break from posting Drama - and thats no easy task-

Tonight, something a little lighter.

We were playing Clue last night. Drew got it for Christmas and its become her new favourite.
Jade plays too but she can't remember who she asked what so we expect repeats. This.. we did NOT expect.

Jade: "Ok everyone, I have a suspection! ( a new Jaden word) I suspect Colonel Mustard and Mrs White in the Salon making babies!

4 people, jaws dropped then a burst of laughter.


Drew has her hockey tournament coming up in Kingston in 2 weeks. This year, only Drew and I are going as the rest of the gang needs to stay home with the new puppy and Jade has her own hockey practices to attend. We play Fri-Sun but I wanted to make it extra special since its just the two of us. We have an adventre planned! I'm sending her Hockey gear along with the other coach and Drew and I are taking the train down Thursday morning. Thursday afternoon before we check in to the hotel. We're touring some ghost sites that were featured on Creepy Canada. Its Drews favourite show on tv and she wants to see the real place. We'll have fun. I'm happy to have this chicks weekend with my baby

Psycho Alert for The Day

It's been 4 days since we shot the dog. 4 days.

The corpse is still on his driveway. Exactly how it was left. He's parked his truck right beside the corpse every day when he comes home from work .

This is seriously fucked up.

Its done

The dog is dead.

I came home from hockey yesterday afternoon and one of the dogs from next door was off the line again. As I opened the car door it started running towards me so I slammed the door shut
and honked on the horn to get Scott's ( who was in the house) attention. He comes to the door, I point and he immediately knows. He leaves for a few minutes and then I see the door open and Scott comes out to the front yard with the cross bow, loaded and ready. He motions to me to take a run for it. I took a deep breath and I opened the car door and ran for the door. The dog saw me, it actually marked me with its eyes and came straight at me. Scott stood inbetween the dog and I and shot it. It rolled, recoiled back and died.

The police were here a couple of hours. We had to file a report. There was a blood trail all across our property so the police knew the story was accurate. We acted in self defence. My life was in danger so we were permitted to kill the dog. The officer was shocked when he learned that the dead dog was a pit bull/bull mastiff mix. He said mixing a pit bull with a mastiff that is bred for hunting and tracking BULLS is one nasty dog. I am very angry at the owners because while I have no regret that the animal is dead, I am angry that the ignorance of the owner placed the dog in a position to be killed.

Now we deal with the fallout from our psycho neighbor. The police stayed until he got home and spoke to him. Then the police left and I was a little put out that they didn't stop by and tell me how the confrontation went. I mean come on, I fully expect this guy to show up on my door very angry and very aggressive. It would be nice to know if that day is coming sooner or later.

Its a shitty situation but it's done. My children and my safety come first. Period.

My Warrior Lara plus My new rack and JLo

My poor Lara . She got into it again last night with the neighbor dog and has a huge gash above her eye. She's going in for stitches this morning. I've had enough. I've called Bi Law, they do nothing. I've called the City, they do nothing. I've called the police , they do nothing. These pitbulls will kill my dogs; but worse ...its only a matter of time before they kill a child. I've tried

every diplomatic means possible, and then some. I'm no longer going to be diplomatic. I'm meeting with a lawyer today to get a consultation . Basically I want to know the worse case scenario if I kill these pit bulls. Jail? Fine? Public slap on the wrist or a hero metal? I want this resolved now. Baby Oliver is coming home in 10 days. A lab puppy will make a morning snack for a pit bull. Not gonna happen. I'm protecting my family and my animals here because the city refuses to get involved.

Now, if you're not an animal lover, no worries. The bonus feature in this picture is my new 'rack'

-Laughs- I'm almost at the 3 month mark ( not smoking) and I finally stopped gaining weight. The grand total was -drum rolls- 13 pounds! It was liberating actually. In some ways, I'm enjoying being curvy. I haven't been this way since after Jade was born. It was time to get back to my old self though so I've fired up my routine I'm running 3x's a week and weight training 3 x's a week plus hockey randomly. I've already lost 3 pounds, Actually I'd like to lose 7 more and convert the remaining 3 to lean muscle mass.

I won't miss the J LO butt but will miss the Jenna Jameson Boobs. Thats how the weight was distributed...8 on my butt and 5 in the chest. I wasn't going to post pictures of the larger Sandi but vanity comes second after " Holy shit, you have to see the rack" soooo... below are two very recent pics. No one will believe that I went from a size A 32 to a B 36. Here is proof. I have no shame. You also get a sneak pic at the JLo butt. Holy curvy

No Laughing... ok, only a lil laughing