Things I've been meaning to write in a more coherent and interesting way

It's been a while and I'm kind of tired as Hunter had a friend over for a good part of the day today so here is some stream of consciousness blogging since I'm obviously too lazy to craft any of these bits into full, coherent entries...

First off, Jason informed me that the day I posted about our anniversary being exactly five months away was actually not the 23rd but rather the 26th. This fact alluded me even though I have a calendar hanging not all that far from the computer and these posts are dated. Clearly, time and space have become elusive now that I mark the week by days Jason is home and days he isn't, or days Hunter has activities and days he doesn't (soon to be joined by days Cammy has stuff and days she doesn't). In case anyone is concerned, I am enjoying this immensely.

I've discovered all these mommy blogs and am completely fascinated by this world comprised largely of former journalists, editors, and academics. So many of the blogs are fantastically written and compelling and they all seem to know dooce and are doing a lot of analysis of the mommy blogging phenomenon (which I didn't even know existed until last week). Some even receive free trips to appear on talk shows to discuss said phenomenon, who knew blogging could be such a lucrative enterprise? You'll notice I've posted some of the better ones on my side bar in case your inner voyeur is looking for something else to peruse.

I've also discovered all these nursing blogs by clicking on some of the folks who commented on Iris' nurse meme and am enjoying this small view into the world of nurses. In my interweb travels, I stumbled upon this blog that is written by two abortion providers. It's so interesting to me because it is dispelling a lot of the myths I had in my mind, for instance I always imagine that the majority of women who use abortion clinics are young and single without a lot of options even though I've got three friends who found out as adults that their moms had abortions after they had their children. These moms done having their families, it seems, are common clinic users.

On a lighter note, I've been signed up since Friday and I still don't understand the allure of facebook. I think it might be because I haven't found anyone one there that I'm not normally in contact with except for Terriann (or maybe I'm just too old, there don't seem to be a lot of folks over 30 on there).

I'm reading Frankenstein. For gifting occasions Jason always takes Hunter shopping to pick out a gift from him. Hunter actually chooses the gift (I'm sure within parameters) and so far has done impeccably well. For my birthday this year he picked out a sudoku cube (which is like a really, really awful Rubiks cube and I like sudoku) and Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. I have to admit I was less than enthusiastic about the book - my knowledge of Frankenstein has been limited to Phil Hartman's SNL version - "bread good, fire bad", Gene Wilder's Young Frankenstein spoof (which I absolutely love), and the usual Halloween stuff. I did know Frankenstein was actually the name of the scientist but that was about it. Anyway, I started the book on the weekend because I wanted to show Hunter that I appreciated his gift (and figured I better get reading it over with before too long). I am absolutely loving it and can't recommend reading it enough. Both characters are extremely compelling. I had no idea that the monster acquired complex language in the story - in the movie versions he only ever utters a few words before terrifying everyone and plunging into the water. There are these poignant chapters where he is watching this family interact and where he describes his sadness at having no relationship with his creator, no love, no one with his likeness (there is this part where he describes catching a glimpse of himself in the water and is horrified to see what he looks like), etc. Like I said, I can't recommend this book enough.

Mike Todd commented on my blog for the second time! His blog is one of my favourites and even when I forget to check the other weekly updated blogs I always remember to check his - it is hilarious. Anyway, in case anyone thinks that seeing comments isn't important, let me confess, it is and there is nothing worse than checking your blog and seeing zero comments several days in a row. I'm guilty of not leaving them myself so I can't complain too much, though.

And finally, my Mum and Dad are coming here tomorrow for Easter weekend! Yay!

P.S. Can you P.S. on a blog entry? I'm going to go with yes. I'm editing my published version because I wanted to assure you that I also have been leaving the house (quite a bit in fact) even though this blog entry makes it sound like I spend my days staring square eyed at the computer and or laying around reading.