So... I guess I've finally caved in and decided to blog. I usually have a lot to say about nothing, and no one to vent about so I guess it works out. So to start, I guess I'll say a few things about myself. So I'm a mother... and that would be a picture of my daughter. Wich reminds me, Elmo's world is on and she'll kick my ass if she misses it. So her name is Angelica and she's already almost a year old. Everyone's been telling me I'm going to miss the little newborn baby I once had that always wanted to be held.. screamed till 4am... ripped your nipple off.. ( mind you I didn't breastfeed, but I DID try for a few days and anyways, that's a whole story on it's own. ) screamed during bathtime... screamed when getting her dressed... screamed when you left the room to take a piss.. actually that still happens. To be perfectly honest, I much rather the whole older baby thing, for 2 reasons. For one, she's mobile thank the LORD because carrying around a 27lb baby gives you Arnold arms for sure. And for 2, I'm actually really looking forward to the whole teenage angst stage. Bring it on!! I have my whole boot camp already planned out. I remember the fast ones i tried to pull on my parents. Worked on my mom, on my dad, never. I'm excited for the whole ' Hey mom, yea so me and ( insert future partner in crime's name here ) are going to go see a movie, then I'm gonna sleep over at her house... her parents will be there I promise. You can call if you want. ' I already have my plan of action, IM going to the SAME movie! What a coincidence! Maybe I can drop you guys off at ( so and so's ) house after the movie and maybe I'll talk to her parents myself! Mwahhaha. Ok so on that note, I should also write that i tend to ramble way more than anyone I know, and go from topic to topic. So, i appologize in advance. That is if im not the only one reading my own blog. I'm a loser like that, as long as i dont start leaving myself comments, then we're all good. So i live on the island of Montreal... LaSalle to be precise, and honestly, i much rather living on the shore. Maybe it's LaSalle, im not sure, but it doesnt matter if youre a 90 year old woman, already decomposing with the stench of death, NO ONE WILL STOP AT A RED LIGHT TO LET YOU CROSS THE STREET. I swear, sometimes im with the stroller, trying to cross with the lil lighted up white dude telling me its my turn to go, and some asshole will comes flying out of no where straight for me like some ping pong ball. Every man for himself in LaSalle i tell you, i hate it. Mostly because i think of the drunk people you know? You gotta think of the drunks. SOo on the subject of LaSalle, to get to work, i've gotta take the most hardcore long metro and bus ride. I hate it. From the second I lock my front door to leave, I hate it. Like ugh, getting on the voyage hatred. Anyways, I gotta walk like 10 minutes to the bus stop, then i haveta wait. Then the bus is ALWAYS packed, and it being summer, and there being like 80% of the damn population that seems to be on strike with deoderant, you're ALWAYS stuck under the fattest, sweatiest guy's armpit. And you see everyone trying to open the window's widder, but they can't, and its like a sauna of B-O in there. Then after like forever, you get to the metro and it's the same thing all over, just now with zero ventilation, and like 10 stops. And people can SEE theres NO room left in there, but they sardine themselves in anyways. Anyways I seriously go on for hours about that, especially when there's that one weirdo starring at you, and no matter if you stare into the like window's reflection, he'll still be there starring. You wanna go over there and dropkick him but you really can't witouth looking completely crazy. Anyways, I guess that's enough rambling for now.
