The Storm Before The Calm

I posted some more pictures over on my Darfur blog. My back is screaming for me to quit it already, and no matter that I go to the chiropracter frequently now that my daughter walks into cars and breaks them with her head.... still the back hurts. Well, mostly the shoulder blade, neck, and right arm. So, maybe it's time to reconsider balance as an aspect of life? Crazy idea, I know. But every now and again I glance up, notice that Sam has been in his spider man pajamas for eleven months now, the kitchen is encrusted in crusty stuff, the bedroom apparently has a bed under all that unfolded laundry, and I'm falling out of the cultural norm, now that I have no time to watch American Idol or Rick Mercer report. I've nearly begun sewing whilst perched on a commode, just to buy myself some more time.


I've been trying to stockpile because I'll be driving past Briercrest tomorrow on my way to Medicine Hat to see my amazing sister Laura. I have a friend at Bridalquest who is going to sell every last one of my bags to her friends, neighbors, and relatives. What a gal.

I've decided to let my sisters come to Alberta with me. I thoughtfully let Mary take her car, just to make her feel useful. Then, I allowed Kathy and Carol to come so that they won't feel left out. I'll offer to let them all stop at every Tim Hortons between Headingley and Medicine Hat. I might even let them get out of the car, if they offer to pay for my coffee. Sometimes my depth of graciousness amazes me.

So, now that I've got most of my bags sorted out, I better snow blow my way upstairs and try to locate the dresser and closet so that I can pack some undies and shot glasses.

Au revoir.