Proud to be Canadian

I’m sitting here watching the Olympics closing ceremonies and laughing my ass off as the mime comes out of the floor and “pulls” the faulty leg of the flame out of the floor. That I think is what makes us essentially Canadian; our sense of humour.

Speaking of sense of humour I have to develop one if I ever want to succeed in this life! This week I got a disappointing response from the one Literary Agent who has asked for more information. He said my characters lacked depth. So now they want sex and depth! Sounds like a really bad porn in the making!

Since this a blog about my life, I feel it remiss for not talking about something serious here. On a very scary and serious note, Meghan had what we believe is a seizure last Saturday night. Scott and I were sleeping on her floor (long story) and suddenly her bed started to shake. It woke me up and at first I thought it was an earthquake but then soon realized to my horror it was a one girl earthquake. We are waiting for testing. I have never been so scared as I was that night, standing on the top of her ladder and feeling utterly helpless. Enough said, I’ll keep you posted.

Have you ever noticed how gross kids are? My toddler is sitting beside me, a lollypop in one hand and a cheese stick in the other. He’s taking a lick of lollypop and then a bite of cheese, then a lick of lollypop. Now he has stuck his lollypop to my neck, giggled then pulled it off and stuck it back into his mouth. I’m not exactly sure where the rest of the cheese stick is and I’m not entirely certain I want to know.

Well that’s it for now, not all that funny and not all that intelligent, which is precisely how I feel at this moment. So it is definitely a day in the life of.