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This is way we pro-cras-ti-nate, pro-cras-ti-nate

Posted by Amber on Feb 23rd, 2007 in uncategorized | Comments Off

My little guy is not himself today. He’s running a slight fever and is very whiney and clingy. The saddest part for me, though, is because of the Passport Fiasco, he no longer takes comfort in breastfeeding. He’s all “Woman, give me the damn bottle”.
I’m pretty upset about it, actually. I’m not entirely sure why, though, since I was never really a big fan of breastfeeding itself, although it really is the best thing you can do for your babe if you’re able. Reciting that to myself was what kept me going. I think I’m mostly upset because the whole thing was out of my control and that just pisses me off. I like to be in control.
It also means the little guy is growing up. Ack!
What I’m suppose to be doing right now is typing up the minutes for my volunteer group. It would probably take me 25 minutes to complete, yet I’ve been sitting here for some time and haven’t even opened the file. I’m also spearheading a particular project for that same group and I’ve done a whole lot of nothing there, too. I’m an expert procrastinator today! whee!
I think I’m going to go watch Oprah now. heh.

Where to start…

Posted by Amber on Feb 21st, 2007 in uncategorized | 2 comments

I’ve had a stressful two weeks, and because I’m far too tired to give you the long winded version, here’s the short version
My new computer froze up, and then wouldn’t restart. We returned it and blamed Windows.
My old computer froze up, and then wouldn’t restart. I’d blame windows but its a Linux machine. Realized that the surge protector must have gotten fried during the power outages and isn’t protecting our machines.
Steve’s passport was denied because he didn’t check a checkbox (we leave for Hawaii March 2nd)
After several attempts to rebook our flight through Seattle we finally realize that he’s just going to have to take a day off work and sit in the passport line in Victoria to get his passport.
In Victoria, he checks on my passport. It hasn’t even been opened. No hope in hell either Callum nor I will have passport in time.
Mad rush to fill out new applications, get new photos and have it all guaranteed again. All during a growth spurt, so my son? A complete joy during all this. No. Really.
Very bitterly, I go to Victoria the very next day and get in line at FOUR IN THE MORNING while Steve stays home with Callum. Steve had ordered a birth certificate* for Callum the day before and paid through the nose for 24 hour delivery. After getting into the passport office (at 10 am) I wait outside my brother-in-law’s office until 3:30 for said birth certificate to return it to passport office to get a passport for March 2 (not that we’re cutting it close or anything). No birth certificate arrives. I go back to the passport office and she says I can bring it on Monday (I was there on Friday). I go home. Angry.
Breastfeeding has not been easy for either Callum or me, but we have persevered supplementing with only 10 ounces of formula a day. 32 hours being away from my son has basically ruined that. You can imagine how this impresses me after all that struggle.
Birth certificate arrives late Monday, and brother-in-law runs it over to the passport office and we appear good to go.
Today on the news? US to drop passport requirements for kids at border crossings. (ok, it only applies to land crossings into the US, but it ended my post rather nicely don’t you think?)
*Why are we buying another birth certificate? Because Passport Canada has the original one AND the Department for Social Insurance or whatever the hell it is called never returned the wallet copy.

Happy Birthday to Me!

Posted by Amber on Feb 5th, 2007 in uncategorized | 5 comments

And for my birthday my computer presented me with the blue screen of death and now? Won’t even start up. This is a brand new $2000 machine. Yippee.
In much happier news, I threw myself an old school party on the weekend complete with pretty pink princess decorations, make your own tacos and make your own sundae. Hee! It was fun!
Now my grandma is making me dinner because she rocks and I am the most spoiled 33 year old grand-daughter EVER.