Sick?

The last 24 hours or so with Aaron have been the hardest that I've had in recent memory. I got 4 hours of sleep last night. Yesterday he got some sort of virus and was running a fever. It was 39.5 C at it's highest. I did take him to the walk-in clinic he figured it was viral. He was himself alternating with being extra whiny and fussy and he had a fever all day despite the Advil and Tylenol I alternated. Then he vomited at 6:30 promptly after we got home. That threw me into worry mode. He hadn't drank much at all and I was worried about dehydration. I didn't want a repeat of the last time.

He crashed at 730 or 8 and I thought he was down for the night. Which was so not the case. He woke up at midnight and didn't get back to sleep until 4am! Yes my toddler was awake 4 hours in the middle of the night, and he only slept till 8am. Mama got less than 4 hours of sleep. (Had we been at home, I would've closed the door to his room and put some toys in his crib and let him play by himself after all his needs were met.)

Today was hard, he was ornery, refused to nap and had many meltdowns. By 230pm I was done. I couldn't wait for my dad to get home from work. I thought a nap was in sight... but alas no it would not be. My dad, God love him, can't keep Aaron quiet (he offered me a nap) leaves doors open so I can hear him and can't keep him from going up the stairs to open the door to my room.

To say that I was frustrated today would be putting it mildly. I think we will be going back home soon, as much as I like being over here, we need to go home. I will be starting a math course in 2 weeks time (GOD HELP ME) and need to get us on a routine.

Since Aaron refused to nap, we decided to take him to an indoor climbing place. The first place we tried closed at 6pm and wanted to only give us a 10% discount for half an hour of play. I didn't think so. We ended up going to another place. Poor Aaron was sobbing his eyes out when he realized he wouldn't be playing there I felt terrible, like I was teasing him but we were on our way to another play place, he just didn't understand that. Thank GOD for indoor play places they're a dime a dozen over here unlike the one pitiful one we have in Victoria. The weather turned to shit over night and fall has made her appearance.

So our day ended on a high note with a fun time playing with Aaron, and a an excellent supper inspired by Shannon.

Today is day I hope not to repeat anytime soon.

Horses!

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This is a bunch of horses surrounding my car! This is what greeted Aaron and I as we left camp.

We Survived!

I don't know what it is about having a few drinks that makes me want to blog?

Aaron and I survived the bush! I am happy to say we had a good time camping, but I called it a day short due to our lack of warm clothes and a leaking air mattress. I put him in fleece pajamas under his sweat pants and long sleeve shirt and afghan blanky. Initially, I put him to sleep in his pack n' play but he didn't go for it we we ended up together on a double air mattress.

He did well, the area was so remote I didn't have to worry about him being hit by cars! Only stepping off an embankment down to the lake, being eaten by a bear and burning himself on cooking equipment. Three out of four worries not bad! He had fun playing with his cousins, wandering around seeing new sites. He isn't even afraid of chainsaws!

The best part was when we were leaving camp today, I noticed cows and horses a long a gravel road not penned in. I stopped to take a few pictures and the next thing I knew, my car was surrounded by horses! I took many pics and decided to feed one horse a peach. They were right up in my face! I felt guilty for all the other horses not feeding them so I thought I would feed a few some apples; I bought a 6 lb bag. So when I went to give a horse his apple, be dropped a peach pit in my hand! It was the same horse! Greedy thing he was. I have pictures, and will post this tomorrow.

I am back from a night out at local watering hole with a friend. One must take advantage of free baby sitting when they can.

I don't think I got the memo re: bleach blond hair. ... It seems that in order to frequent to locale watering hole must one alter her appearance to those indigenous to Southern California. *sigh* At least I got the hairstyle right.

What Does One Bring Camping?

In 2 days time, Aaron and I will be embarking on our first family camping trip. HOLD ME! I am nervous. This is something Eric hasn't been to keen on doing at this stage in Aaron's life. The idea of keeping a toddler quarrelled out of harms way isn't is his idea of fun. And now that I come to think of it, it isn't mine either.

When my sister invited me at the beginning of summer I eagerly agreed. It sounded like fun, alone in the wilderness with my sister and her kids. I am so rethinking this now. But I am not going back on it. We'll be up in the Thompson Okanagan area northwest of Kamloops. I looked up the place and their is no amenities whatsoever to speak of save maybe an outhouse and a lake.

I've committed to one night. I hope it goes well. I am at a loss as to what to pack. I haven't been camping in years! The last time I attempted it, it was a disaster. I tried to go with four friends, and the four of us together couldn't string up a tarp! How pathetic. I've always wanted to be the outdoorsy type, I just never seemed to know the right people or have the opportunity to. Well, this year this changes. I have all the gear thanks to my dad who was generous to lend me his camping gear. I don't have to bring cooking supplies as my sister has it. I just need to bring food. This I am at a loss for too!

What do you bring for food when camping?? We did go "camping" with Eric's family when Aaron was 6 weeks old (we stayed in a lodge) and ate our meals at the campsite. I considered that luxury camping as everyone had RV's! I always over pack, so this time I am not going to buy too much food.

I've tried to group it into meals, snacks and drinks.

Breakfast:

- cereal
-milk
-bread

Lunch:

-hot dogs
-buns
-condiments (ketchup, mustard)

Dinner:

-hamburgers
-buns

Snacks:

-yogurt
-fruit (I'll get some on the way)
-crackers
-beans?

Drinks:

- bottled water
- canned juice

Should I bring alcohol? I don't drink much in Aaron's presence.

I am sure we will be bored after he goes to bed at night since there is a camp fire ban in pretty much all of B.C. I have no idea how this can go down. HELP!

I wish I could fast forward to next week when I take Aaron "camping" at my grandpa's resort pad complete with his motor home, pools, playing field, ocean and ample kid friendly activities.

I am not sure if I need to bring paper plates, cups, cutlery... I assume my sister will have all of this.

So far I am bringing a tent, sleeping bag, air mattress, cooler, pack N' play, extra wipes, hand sanitizer and toilet paper, The air mattress works! I guess I should bring bug spray too. Think happy thoughts for me please. And if you have any suggestions please let me know.

I Know This Much is True

*The explanation of the pics will come mid post.*


I ain't as hip as I thought I was. I was unaware that there was a Lady Gaga concert in Vancouver last night. When a friend and I hopped on the Canada Line after a night out on the town, I was wondering WTF was wrong with youth today when I saw 2 girls in sequined bras with hair rollers in their hair. Then it all made sense. A busy skytrain on a Monday night, people dressed oddly to the nines, only a concert could bring out such weirdos. (Or Lady Gaga fans.)



I like her music, but not enough to attend a concert. Who am I kidding to think I am down with the times? I'll take my country music over Gaga any day. The next concert I hope to attend is a Travis Tritt concert in September.

Down with the times I may not be, but I still think I have a keen fashion sense. I may choose comfort over fashion, but I know a fashion faux pas when I see one and this clearly is.

The pictures of the side of my arm, and a guys lower torso is a bad example of fashion. The dude with the rolled up cuffs on his jeans is wearing manpris! This shouldn't be! When I saw this last night at a college bar my friend and I ended up at, we slyly pretended to be taking pictures of each other and aimed the camera at the dude in the manpris! So not cool.

I met with the IP's Mike and Liz a few days back. We had coffee and it went well. So far, so good. She has an appointment with a clinic over here and once she gets in we'll see where things will go. I don't really have a lot to say. They seem nice, she was diagnosed with age related infertility. From meeting with them, I gathered that she's done all the fertility research and hubs is just a long for the ride. He didn't really have much of an idea what was going on in IVF land. She explained the monitoring process to me more in detail since she's been through IVF a few times.

Their plan, should we proceed and I produce good eggs is to have 2 more children. I forget how many embryos they plan on transferring. So if all goes well I hope she gets a baby or 2 out of it. Were on a first name basis, with anonymous emails. So neither one of us knows where the other live exactly... It's kind of weird and I don't know how I feel exactly, but I feel better eliminating the unknown.

The Door is Slightly Ajar...

I've had a busy few days. Eric has deployed, I helped out a friend and made a new not anonymous blog dedicated to Aaron. Eric can get updates via the interweb as sometimes emails are a crap shoots. We're in Vancouver at my dad's any I've been keeping myself busy. Aaron and I have places to go and people to see; especially me.

I said I wasn't going to go through with egg donation at this time, BUT I have a meeting with some IP's in a few days. At my psych evaluation for ED, the psychologist and I decided that is should wait, treat my GAD and revisit it at a later time. But then I got a message from a second woman on forum asking me about being a donor. She was polite and not overbearing in the slightest. I told her straight up what was said in the evaluation. The intended mom (IM) and I have been email each other a lot and so far I like her.

I think I am more comfortable not donating anonymously. With the couple here in the mainland, I think I'll be okay with it as I running into them in public is highly unlikely as were not in the same community. This really bothered me if did a cycle back home as opposed to here. So it eliminates the "what ifs". We will meet and take it from there. I am not too nervous to tell the truth. I am sure she and her husband will be. I hope the meeting is pleasant and we all get along.

I am not sure what to do for an ice breaker when we meet. I've thought of saying to the Intended Father "So you and I might be making a baby together." However, having never meeting them, they may not enjoy my odd sense of humour. So that's what's been going on. I hope this works out well for everyone.

10 Weeks

Aaron and I said good-bye to Eric this morning. We got up at 4:30am to drive him to work. He's gone for 10 weeks. In the early days of our relationship I'd cry when he left, it left me aching. This mornings good-bye wasn't a long lingering one like they used to be.

I think Aaron in oblivious to Eric being gone. As he said his last good bye I tried to get Aaron to say "Bye-bye Daddy." Only as we pulled away did he say "Bye Daddy." It nearly broke me. I have no way to ascertain his level of understanding in Eric's absence. I am not one to cry when he leaves for 2-3 weeks as I am used it, the days are short and I have a toddler to look after.

But this time it's different. It's bitter sweet as we have had our ups and downs over the last few months. Part of me wanted the break for space but the other part will miss him like crazy. I've been going back to the early days of our relationship. I not sure when things became so strained between us. Or for how long. Sometime after the birth of Aaron. I miss it when he was my everything and I'd do anything for him. I am not sure if we just became used to each other and started to take each other for granted. But things aren't the same. We didn't even have a lingering kiss good-bye. I tried but maybe he wasn't feeling it. We've both been dreading this trip and looking forward it at the same time.

One thing I keep telling myself is that no matter how bad my life is, someone has it worse. On out way home I saw not one, two, or three BUT FOUR fire trucks buzz on by us. I am not one to watch fires or stare at emergency scenes but I decided to follow them at a safe distance (I didn't have to follow very far) and when they arrived that the fire there was a laze with flames shooting at least 20 feet in the air. It looked like an inferno. At first I couldn't see if was an apartment building on fire or a car but soon it was apparent it was a dumpster. The fire fighters got it under control fast.

After they thought it was out, a small fire erupted. My guess is an arsonist. I can't see a fire raging that high in a dumpster without some sort of accelarant. Stupid fucker. There are businesses and a apartment buildings all around it. Someone could've been hurt. Thankfully nobody was. and the damage was left to the dumpster and shed that contained it.

At least Aaron got to see something he doesn't see every day. I took Aaron out of the car and pointed out all the different emergency vehicles. He was in his hey-day because of all the flashing lights. Aaron is sleeping again, I best be doing the same so I can keep up with him later today.

Sadness

***Disclaimer, this post is on Abortion. If you find this issue particularity emotional, you may not want to read this***

I am struggling right now with something that isn’t my issue. I’ve not made it my issue but it effects me. This is my blog, and my place to get my thoughts and feelings out there; which is a reason why I started to blog. A friend of mine recently found out she is pregnant. She had chosen to terminate her pregnancy. This saddens me more than I can say. It’s actually been keeping me up at night. I told her I’ll be there for her no matter what she does including driving her to her appointment.
This doesn’t sit well with me. I am morally opposed to abortions. They don’t sit well with me. I’ve had friends who have had them for various reasons and have told me after the fact. So I was never in the know prior to the procedure. When I was in my younger years, it saddened me beyond belief. In recent years when a friend has confided in me over this I kinda just say “Oh yay? Are you okay with it? How are you feeling?” and if their emotionally okay with I don’t give it a second thought as it’s in the past and my dwelling can’t change what’s been done.

I’ve never been in the know, prior to it taking place. And I can’t separate myself from the fact that there is the beginning of a life inside of my friend. I don’t care what you call it. It can be a fetus, an embryo or a group of cells. It’s the beginning of a human life, no matter what part of pregnancy you’re in.

I wish my friend could make a different choice, but it’s not my choice or my place to ask her to do different. When she told me, I asked her if would consider adoption and she said that she couldn’t go through a pregnancy and give up her baby and keeping it isn’t in the cards for her at this point in her life. She has made this choice because it best suits her life at this moment. I completely understand why she is doing this. And if I were in her shoes, I can’t say that I wouldn’t consider it. Having never had an unplanned pregnancy, I can’t say what I would do. But in my heart I don’t think I could end a pregnancy without going through sheer emotional hell.

I am not telling her to what degree that this saddens me. That isn’t my job. I don’t want to make her feel any worse about her situation than she already feels. This isn’t about me it’s about her. My job as her friend is to not judge and to be there for her and support her in whatever choice she makes. She said she chose to tell me because she knows I will not judge her or make her feel guilty.

She knows I am sad, and I left it at that. She is the same length in her pregnancy as I was with Aaron 3 years ago, so I know exactly what she is going through based on the duration she is and the time of year. She is me 3 years later, but making a different choice.

I wish I hadn’t agreed to take her to her appointment. But she needs me, so I am going to be there. I said I can’t go in the room with her, I just can’t. I would probably start crying and she doesn’t need that and I can’t be her strength if I am bawling like a baby.

I’ll wait in the waiting room. She said knowing I am in the building will give her strength and she chose to have me go with her over the father has he wouldn’t be able to keep her strong and build her up. I don’t know what I’ll be thinking in the waiting room. I don’t even want to be in the vicinity of the place because what it does. I couldn’t even get an IUD at the clinic here in town as they perform abortions there. And I wouldn’t be comfortable getting IUD inserted while some woman down the hall is having a procedure done.

I wish I were stronger and could turn off these thoughts and feelings, but I can’t change who I am. I guess I am Pro Life but allow people to make there on choices and not judge them for it.

Some of my friends have been wrecked by going through an abortion, others just think of it as a medical procedure and don’t give it a second thought. This friend isn’t like that so I need to be there for her in whatever way she needs me. I am glad that she trusts me enough with this over her other friends. I just hope I can be strong for her when she needs me the most.

Parenting and stuff

Aaron and I took an impromptu trip to the beach (ocean) today. We only stayed an hour or so we waded, and walked along the shoreline until the sea weed got to gross headed back to our towels had lunch and headed home.

It was a pleasant trip and I made small talk with a grandma while we ate lunch. We observed a little boy about six-years-old and his two-year-old bother playing. Or more so the 6 YO screaming at his 2 YO brother “BILLY STOP BEING ANOYING!” Their grandma came over to see what the fuss was. 6 YO boy demands that his grandma take his brother away so he can play without being bothered.

Both the lady and I were appalled by this little boy’s behavior. What makes it worse was that the grandma took the 2YO away after telling 6 YO that he hurt his bothers feelings. The poor thing was in tears.

We had a great conversation on parenting and she reflected on both her daughters parenting styles and how one set of grand kids rules the roost while the others are good (as can be) kids.

It all comes down to parenting. I can be pretty lose with the rules. But I am trying my best to be consistent and lay down the law. One thing I know, I would never tolerate Aaron speaking to me the way that little boy spoke to his grandma. If Aaron ever did, I guarantee you he wouldn’t for a long time following that.

One thing I’ve been that I’ve been hearing that is if you let your kids walk all over you and certain behaviors get out of hand it only gets worse the older they get.

Dinner time is a big thing with us right now. Aaron will not eat at the table, he gets up and plays and tries to play musical laps. It is very annoying. The last few nights I’ve given him the option to sit and eat at the table at dinner or he can stay in his crib. He actually walked to his crib and took my hand and pulled me towards it to put him in.

I do not force him to eat but I expect him sit with the family for the meal.

We also deal with a lot of tantrums as Aaron can’t verbalize his thoughts and feelings as he doesn’t yet have the words too. If he wants something he shakes his wrists at me and says “uh.” I am working on him saying please if he wants something and I don’t give it to him until he says it or attempts it.

Being a parent is tough work. I wish I had a way or trick to use to get him to eat dinner at the table.

Random

I went to see another psychologist yesterday. This time to get help with my general anxiety order. I still want to donate my eggs, so I am not procrastinating on this one. I wish I had. This psychologist was a waste of my time.


He pretty much didn't tell me anything that I didn’t' know about anxiety, and didn't give me any tools to change my thinking pattern. Which is what cognitive behavior therapy is! He told me to go back on anti depressants and he would work with me then! WTF? I was beyond pissed when I left. I told him three times I don't want to go on anti-depressants. He didn’t' lsiten.


When I was seeing a counselor this past spring she told me I needed to do something to treat my depression. She said what she said see a naturopath or go back on antidepressants, but she didn't tell me what to do. We talked about options and she gave me tools to work with my anger. This ass hat pretty much didn't do much but reiterate my problems back at me.


I am going to call the psychologist I saw when I had my evaluation for egg donation and see if he can recommend a psychologist to me. He was all for cognitive behavior therapy.


I even went and purchased Mind Over Mood. I brought this up and ass hat wouldn't give it a second thought.


I wasted a morning ushering Aaron out the door, walking to a friends dropping him off, and taking a bus to my appointment. Busing back to said friends, picking up Aaron and walking home.


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I was having a hypothetical conversation with a friend the other day, and I am curious what other people’s thoughts were. If your man was cheating on you and you found out throught snooping through his email what would you do? I posted a discussion up over on My Community on Blogfrog. Feel free to head on over to jump on it.

As a disclaimer, no I do not suspect Eric is cheating on me it wa sa discussion with a friend.

Neglection

I made a new word. Neglection. I realize it isn’t a word and probably makes you writer folks cringe, but I like the sound and the way it rolls of the tongue. I have been neglecting the blog a wee bit. I am just SO frigging tired I don’t have the energy to write when Aaron is in bed or napping. My summer cold is kicking me in the ass. I think I may have to go on antibiotics to kick it, which I really don’t want to but the damn thing won’t give.

Eight sleeps. This is how many nights until Eric leaves for two-and-a-half months. It will be the longest we’ll have been apart since we started dating. It’s a precursor to his six month deployment that will be happening next year. To kill time I will be will be high tailing it over to my dad’s with Aaron and the cat in toe as per the norm for us.

I foresee a lot change in the fall. I will be seriously looking for a job, and not being so selective and/or going to school. I plan to enroll in a math course as a prerequisite to nursing. Being enrolled in course as opposed to doing it online is probably going to better so I don’t have to motivate myself. I am having a bit of a hard time seeing the “bigger picture” and need to short term attainable goals, meet these goals and move on.

Eric pointed out the realistically that I have been out of the “real” working world for 2.5 years that I might be setting the bar a little high in my wage expectations and may need to kick it down a notch to build up my resume which will lead to better work.

I don’t want to apply for jobs in the coming weeks as I have a list of things I want to do with Aaron while in Vancouver. We will be going camping for the first time with my sister, my youngest niece and seven year old nephew. The older kids are away at camp.

I also plan on taking Aaron to the PNE, Vancouver Aquarium,(where we get a nice military discount) to the pool at Kits beach, Granville Island where we’ll ride a little ferry in False Creek, Dinotown and maybe we’ll even make it some waterslides. It will be busy, but I am looking forward it.

I also might have something on the go to which I had thought the door was closed but the door is slightly ajar.

This tired gal is off to bed. I’ve had a long day. I went to Vancouver and back all in a day to deliver a dress and a camera to my friend who leaves for Europe tomorrow. I managed to get lunch in with the girls, and to writing a draft copy of a letter to my MIL. All whilst on a bus and ferry.

The Power of Blogging

I was surfing the inter web this morning, and came across a video. It had me in tears. The gist of it is about a pit bull puppy who was tossed out of a car left to die in Brooklyn. Someone happened to find him and took him to the vet. His was in such rough shape that his vet bills were mounting. So the couple that found started a blog to reach out to family and friends for donations. The blog must have gone viral as it's spotlighted on MSNBC.

Visit msnbc.com for breaking news, world news, and news about the economy

Blogging is an amazing thing, and can reach so many people. This is a testament to that.

The Hunt Continues...

So, from last nights post I will elaborate. A pencil skirt is this:





I have been out of the business world for a few years now. While I have some great "timeless" pieces as in a good black skirt, and black pants. The pencil skirt is definately in.

I would like to update my wardrobe a bit for interviews and should I actually land a job. I am not one to go shopping everytime I feel the urge to and I discuss such purchases with Eric. I've been looking for the right skirt for a long time. I thought I had found it, until I wore it.

I am not one to spend a lot of money on one item. I like a bang for my buck and like sales. I like to shop at Ricki's as their clothes are trendy yet inexpensive. I think I am going to have to shell out for than $40 for said skirt. I am going to have to start looking at places like The Bay, Jacob and R&W Co.

I also need to buy a new set of black pumps, as the ones I've had for the last six years aren't going to cut it. So far these are the contenders.

Days 2 & 3 and a Skirt

Day 2 of 31 days of fun is your favorite movie.

I can't pin point one favorite movie at this said time. I am one to like movies that others may not like, and I dont' jump on the band wagon of a movie just because everyone else does. Case in point, last weekend we saw Inception. I was bored stiff the entire movie. I got it, but I thought there were too many layers of dreamland and found that the first half didn't match last half. I couldn't wait for it to be over.

So for my favorite movie I'll resort to my childhood favorite: Top Gun. I saw it for the first time when I was 11 staying up too late courtest if grandpa was baby sitting me. I got my first celebrity crush (Tom Cruise) and loved thast movie for years to come.


Day 3 of 31 days of fun is your favorite TV show.

Hands down, Grey's Anatomy. I know it's lagged in some peoples opinions that last few seasons. I loved the last season for it's intensity. I was hooked from the first episode I saw in season 2 and have never looked back.

I bought a black pencil skirt last month. I have been seaching high and low for the right skirt for a good 10 months it seems and I found what I thought was the perfect one. I finally got a chance to wear it to an interview today and to run some errands and by the time I got home it had stretched out and was more like an A-line skirt.

Pencil skirt FAIL.

I should've known it's a size 0 (I have a 31 inch waist there is no way in HELL I am a size 0) the clothes at this store fit on the big side. It's going back. This store has "No sale is ever final" return policy.

Now my search for the perfect pencil skirt has started again. *Sigh*

31 Days of Fun

I found a new blogger and I am taking part in her 31 Days of Fun.

Day 1 - your favorite song

Great Day to Be Alive - Travis Tritt

Day 2 - your favorite movie
Day 3 - your favorite television program
Day 4 - your favorite book
Day 5 - your favorite quote
Day 6 - 20 of your favorite things
Day 7 - a photo that makes you happy
Day 8 - a photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 9 - a photo you took
Day 10 - a photo taken over 10 years ago of you
Day 11 - a photo of you recently
Day 12 - something you are OCD about
Day 13 - a fictional book
Day 14 - a non-fictional book
Day 15 - your dream house
Day 16 - a song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 - an art piece (drawing, sculpture, painting, etc)
Day 18 - my wedding/future wedding/past wedding
Day 19 - a talent of yours
Day 20 - a hobby of yours
Day 21 - a recipe
Day 22 - a website
Day 23 - a youtube video
Day 24 - where you live
Day 25 - your day, in great detail
Day 26 - your week, in great detail
Day 27 - your worst habit
Day 28 - what's in your handbag/purse
Day 29 - hopes, dreams, and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 - a dream for the future
Day 31 - what cause means a lot to me

Not feeling it

I haven't been feeling the blog this week. In fact, I haven't been feeling a lot of blogs. Which is very strange for me being an avid blog reader since 2005... I had my dad staying with us for over a week and then the next day I had another friend stay with us so I just haven't been feeling it...

I'm also fighting a summer cold mixed in with allergies another reason I am not in the mood.

We had a great day as a family today. We took Aaron to a truck show at a miniature railway museum in Saanich and he had blast touching all the rims on the big rigs. He got to bounce in the bouncy castle, go for a tractor ride and a train ride. We came home and he crashed and we vegged around the house until we went downtown for the Symphony Splash fireworks in the Victoria Inner Harbour.

These were Aaron's first fireworks and he loved them. I was disappointed that they only last between 2-5 minutes (I shit you not.) Canada isn't known for its great fireworks IMO but my god, this is a long weekend, we have rich tourists on their yachts could you at least make them go for 10 minutes? I was spoiled growing up with the Symphony of Fire in Vancouver now known as the Celebration of Lights. Seriously the best fireworks I have ever seen. Eric disagrees (he hasn't seen them) and thinks the 4Th of July fireworks in Pearl Harbor are they best.

If you want to get a taste of Festival of Lights watch this video, it's only 2 min long.



I may be working soon and have been looking for quality child care for Aaron. I've been busy.

I found a new blogger and am going to take place in her 31 Days of Fun for August. Feel free to jump on the old band wagon if you wanna.