15 years ago today …let’s back up a day or 2… On Saturday, December 13th, 2003 My Mommy S, (Now known as Nanny O) said “Let’s go dance that baby out of you” and brought me to her work Christmas party. I wasn’t due for 3 & 1/2 more weeks, so, hell no, this baby isn’t coming yet! We went to the party and danced and danced and danced the night away. I had so much fun…which is something I hadn’t really had in a while; so I really needed it. Looking back, I think Mommy knew I needed it and that is why she brought me. I won’t get into the details, but it was a tough pregnancy. I don’t recall exactly what time we got back to her house, but I am sure it was near or after midnight. After such a fun filled night I fell asleep quite quickly…until around 4 a
m when I awoke with an odd sensation in my tummy. It wasn’t quite painful, 
more of an annoyance and I went back to sleep, waking up over and over with this weird feeling in my tummy…I was slightly concerned, but not enough to panic or even mention it. The sensation got more prominent and more regular as the morning went on. Around 11 am, I started to think “holy shit, are these contractions!!” I didn’t want anyone to panic, so I quietly started to time them and rate the pain level, which was still quite bearable probably around a 3/10. I did this for the next couple hours. The “sensations” were 7-8 
minutes apart and they were increasing from discomfort to mild pain. I secretly called my friend Ang, whom I lived with at the time. I explained to her the timing and the discomfort level and asked if they could be contractions (Ang has 2 children and works in a hospital, I figured she would know more than this first time mom). She figured I was in labour and suggested I go to the hospital. I told mommy. She brought me over to Ang’s, and while the 2 of them were 
mildly panicking, I was cool as a cucumber and wanted to shower first. They thought I was crazy, I am sure. The next 48 hours I remember bits and pieces, so bear with me…They finally got me to the hospital in the late afternoon/early evening, I do not remember the exact time, but they got me there. I am pretty sure they were both with me… I think. So a few hours at the hospital and the doctor’s confirmed that I was in fact in Labor, but not enough to stay at the hospital. They 
sent me home with instructions to come back when the contractions are under 5 minutes, my water breaks or the pain gets much worse. So back to Ang’s we went, the drive home was a little sketchy, it had started to snow. Mommy went home because she had to work in the morning, but said to call her if we need her and that she would 
check in in the morning. What a horrible fricking night! The pain was getting worse by the minute and slowly closer together. I cried a couple time through the night … I was terrified and in pain. The morning finally came, Monday, December 15th, 2003, mommy showed up and said she is taking me to the hospital before she goes to work because the snow from the night before has gotten worse and it is now a blizzard, expected to last all day and only get worse. So I packed my bag and off we went. Thank 
god. The pain was becoming close to unbearable. 
We got me checked in and mommy went off to work, I can’t remember if Ang went to work that day or not…I feel like she did, but I don’t remember her not being with me. I am going to pretend she didn’t, because everything I remember has her there for it. I should mention that I have never been big on drugs, legal nor illegal, so when they offered me Demerol, I said not yet until I couldn’t bear the pain any longer. Here’s the thing… NO toxins in me, I didn’t drink, smoke, do drugs or even take pain medication so… when I finally gave into the Demerol, it hit me hard! I mean really hard. I was so high, it wasn’t even 
funny. At one point, I had some long and elaborate dream, I “woke up” and told Ang about it…she laughed because I wasn’t sleeping… I blinked. It was a long blink that lasted a second or 2, but it was a blink non the less. but this dream I had took me 10 minutes to tell… So weird. A doctor came in to check on me and saw how high I was and asked the nurse how much she gave me…he thought they may have over-dosed me. apparently they gave me the correct 
amount, I was just sensitive to it I guess. LOL. The anesthesiologist came in to have me sign papers in order to get the epidural (waivers I assume…I don’t recall), he was so concerned with my mental state that he asked Ang to co-sign, confirming that I actually did want the epidural. HAHAHA. My water still had not broke on its own, so at one point while the doctor was examining me, he 
said “let’s shake things up a bit” and GOOSH! He broke my water. When the anesthesiologist finally came in to give me the epidural, I was in so much pain, even the Demerol wasn’t keeping it at bay. as he was trying to insert that 
giant fucking needle into my back, I was crying and muttering “I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to do this” He stopped what he was doing and asked what I don’t want (I assume for legal reasons, if I decide not to have the epidural he must stop immediately). I groaned out “have a baby”, he chuckled and said “little late for that”. I honestly meant that I didn’t want the epidural but I know I 
needed it, so I lied. lol. Keep in mind that I both hate and am terrified of needles, so this giant on being shoved into my back really fucking sucked. My contractions were really close and extremely painful now. He finished inserting the needle, gave me a shot of the epidural medicine and didn’t have time to secure it, he took it out, I laid down and the birthing began! I got that epidural just in fucking time!! I don’t have a clue how long it took before the baby was completely, but it seemed pretty quick … being high as fuck and all. Then it 
happened, they announced that I had a baby girl… A girl!?? I know the ultrasound said girl and the doctor said girl … But that is a boy!!! I was convinced that I had a boy and the doctors and nurses were all lying to me!! I was not impressed …still pretty high, but not 
impressed!! When they gave the baby to me, I had to check for myself…Yeah, she was a girl (Fucking Demerol). A beautiful, angelic, perfect baby girl. My heart melted and filled with so much love, I thought it was going to explode. The warmth and joy overwhelmed me. I never really knew love until this very moment. This perfect moment. My life would now change forever …for the better. My precious Bambino. I have never been more thankful, more happy and more in love than I was in that moment. Now Ang, please go get me a timmies!! 
HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY MY BAMBINO!!!
I didn’t have to leave the house LOL)(also, so far today is OK). I got my butt out of bed mostly on time (I slept in about 10 minutes). I made my tea…
I usually pick one of those … I mean LOOK at these flavours!! AND they are fricking delicious!!! You may notice that anytime I mention tea, I go a little ca-razy and promote Tea Hippie – I will again say, I do not get paid in any way, shape, or form. I just REALLY Love her tea!! Also she reminds me of my Aunt Janet, whom I adore and her teas are aimed at us freaky ass fangirls! Fangirling over tea! Yeah!! My sister, ‘Cole, would LOVE this tea! (hmmm I may see a birthday present in the future…) Speaking of my baby sister, that little sappy nerd made me cry. I received her Christmas card yesterday and, well with everything I have been going through … I needed that.
I love her so very much, She is beautiful, smart, kind, loving, funny, silly, fangirly, fashionable, talented, and uber nerdy (you may laugh at this, but in our family being nerdy is way fucking cool and nothing to be ashamed of… Nerdy and proud)!! She has 3 sisters (Yes I know I have 4 and she has three, here is the thing mom and dad had 3 kids, they separated and then each had 1 more with their next partners, she is the wondrous product of my (our) dad and her wonderful mom .. and don’t you dare call her my “half-sister”, I hate that! I don’t half love her, I don’t give her half of a gift, she is not half of a person. She is my sister. My baby sister. 
I turned on the 
physically from sitting on the floor and mentally from that goddamn Negan, but I am talking physically here. I would wrap for a bit, sitting all cramped on the floor, losing the tape, scissors, gift tags and pen repeatedly, continuously until my back and knees couldn’t take any more then I would stand up, stretch them out, do a little cleaning, make another scrumptious tea, and back to wrapping to start the cycle all over again. I spent the entire day wrapping presents … ok … I spent about 15% of the day wrapping presents, 15% cleaning and 60% looking for that goddamned tape!!! Seriously though, how the hell does the tape always seem to disappear? I swear there are little evil elves that move the tape every time you put it down just to fuck with your head and make you have to move your finger from that perfectly wrapped gift, ruining the whole thing! Fucking Krampus elves! Well the great news is I am about 95% done. Yep that’s right, suckers, I am done shopping AND pretty much done wrapping! BooYah!!! Talk about peace of mind. Whew.
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ALL of these mugs!!! I want them all!! Princess Bride Mug!!! Why don’t I have one yet? WTF! A Labyrinth mug, A Dark Crystal mug and a Gremlins mug!!! Eeeek!! But Alas, I behaved …mostly … I may have bought myself 3 things (I am counting the 4 teas as 1). Walking up and down the isles I made a mental note of the possible gift ideas for various friends, family and secret Santa groups. On my way through the aisles I came across the Starfleet booth, they had a bunch of cool nerdy ass Star Trek stuff, but one thing caught my attention and I couldn’t put it down … it had a squeaker and a shaker in it. It fucking Squeaked AND squealed! Unfortunately, they had this guy fixed, so he won’t be multiplying uncontrollably giving me tons of baby Tribbles!!! He is so fuzzy! I loved him to much to pass by,so I screamed (in my head) “take my money” and handed over the $4.00 that allowed me to adopt and bring home this little ball of happiness. I will have to keep a close eye on him though. My friend B has a dog, Brooke, who also loves the squeaky balls of fuzz (Oh My gawd! That is so dirty and I am not changing it! LMFAO). Well Brooke can’t have my Tribble, he is my happy little friend. Giving him one last shake before putting him in the bag 
(Kevin found this giddiness over the tribble quite amusing) we headed off to continue making our rounds (We like to do 2 laps – first one to see everything and make notes, the second to make the purchases – yeah … the tribble and tea were bought in round 1 … just saying).
I must have it! Ok. fine, My mind screamed “take my money” at me again! I spent way too much money on a fucking awesome, custom made, one of a kind 11th Doctor inspired Bow tie!! Look at this thing! I am so in love with it, I regret nothing. It’s a hair clip by the way. a pretty pretty hair clip and I can’t fricking wait to wear it!!! Matt Smith would be proud! Bow Ties are cool!! Even if they are Hair clips… Well that was my last purchase.
I ran into Jester and Mollymauk cosplayers!!! They look amazing don’t they!!! There is not much more satisfying than meeting fellow critters. The critter community is the most kind, giving, caring and supportive community I have ever seen. I love us critters! After leaving, with a heavy heart, we headed to the theatre to watch Bohemian Rhapsody. OMG! Despite some of the timeline errors and fallacies it was a damn incredible movie. I am not going to go into a big review of it, It was just marvelous. A movie about my “first” favourite band with a cast that portrayed them flawlessly. It gave me goosebumps… both times I watched it. hehe.
Canadian Tire #1. We were fricking in there for over 2 hours! I think we must have looked at every little thing in the entire store. We looked at Christmas stuff and kitchen stuff and exercise stuff and lighting fixtures and tools and camping stuff and tools again and so-on. We checked out a few exercise items, but knowing that all the CTs carry some different products and sometimes at different prices we decided to go check out some other ones as well. We bought little gifts, stocking stuffers , salt, 2 aloe plants and a new stock pot …
Anyhoo, after eating I started my bone broth (in case you don’t know, bone broth can take 2-3 days to cook; you bring it to a boil and then drop it to a simmer for a couple days). I have done this dozens of times and never have I had an issue so I am blaming the stupid flat/glass top stove. I put the huge ass pot of water and turkey bones on to boil and as soon as the bubble started to erupt I put it on low/simmer and went to bed. I woke up a couple times throughout the night and could smell the broth filling the air with its rich and savory aroma. My alarm went off at 7 to get Kal up for school, I sleepishly crawled out of bed and like a zombie looking for brains headed for the bedroom door. Ever so quietly as to not wake Kev, I opened the door … and Whoosh!!! The whole house was filled with suffocating smoke. I don’t even recall running down the stairs, I went so fast. I ran into the kitchen, opened the back door, took the pot off the stove and set it outside. I went around the house and opened all of the doors and windows before heading back to the kitchen, out back to uncover the charcoal that was once turkey bones. As the smoke left the house it dawned on me … 
The only thing we could come up with was that it may be wired into the alarm system that no longer works. Well Kev and I went out and bought smoke and CO detectors that morning! There was no way I was spending a night knowingly without a smoke alarm… FFS … So I needed a new stock pot, that one was ruined. 
. We weren’t here nearly as long as the first one maybe 20-30 minutes and off we scurried to CT #3 (actually we hit a shoppers first because I had to get Kally a bus pass and picked up a couple little gifts while there…then progressed to the final destination (for Kev and I, today).
but one of them was $50 more, but we would save on delivery” think think think … enter light-bulb! “
After a bit of an explanation about the pricing, the sporting goods employee confirmed they will indeed price match! So now the decision… do we get them? “What do you think Kev?” “I am good with it if you will actually use them” “I will! I promise!” “Let’s do it!” We wrote down the numbers and headed to customer service to pay and set up delivery! O My Gawd! I am so excited, I cannot even contain myself! 
how much I love him … not because he buys me stuff, but 
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