Sunday, July 10, 2011

Back from Vacation

My vacation to Saskatchewan was very nice. I still say that I need to have a real vacation instead of just visiting family and friends, but that is going to have to be put off for a while yet. I've got a few things I need to do before I can make that happen. Including a couple of visits home.

My nephew is probably one of the cutest babies I have ever seen and I generally don't like babies. I even held him a few times which was kind of cool. I can't wait till he is older. Seeing him makes me want write children's stories for him...which is surprising to me.

The one thing seeing him didn't do was make me want children of my own. Frankly, it made me want to have my own kid even less. Not something most women would say after holding something so precious, but I'm not most women.

It was nice seeing my family again too. I do miss them and I am looking forward to seeing them at Christmas time. Although after just less than a week around so many people I was quite happy to have a few days to myself afterward.

I'm still working on that article I promised you. I still need to do the research, which means I need to catch up somewhat on my word count for CampNaNoWriMo. Although, if I take some time to focus then I should be okay.

Still, I have a lot on my mind right now. Too much really. Sadly, this is not the place for these thoughts. Actually, I have no place for these thoughts. They are mine alone.

Friday, July 1, 2011

A Celebratory Occasion

I wasn't going to post today, but I am mulling over a very serious post for when I get back from vacation. It requires some research to write it, but I really want to write it.

Why I am writing today is for two very special occasions. Today I am celebrating two birthdays. First, this is Canada Day. Today my beloved country turns just 144 years old. A young country, but a good one in my opinion.

The other birthday I am celebrating is that of my brand new nephew, Caleb Gerald who was born at 0710 in Saskatoon and weighing in at a whopping 9.8lbs. My best friend of 18 years and his mother had technically been in labour for two weeks at the time of his birth.

And I tell you, I've seen one picture of him that she posted on facebook and he is a damned cute little thing. That means something coming from me because I'm not normally the kind of person who likes babies. In fact, I find most newborns to be kinda ugly looking.

So, I doubt you'll hear from me for a week or so! I am officially on vacation.