My baby, Dean

Sammy was sleeping.

So its been a while since I posted any blogs but theres a big reason:

My moms health has been failing like fuck and I havent had the mind to collectively create a post topic. Her liver is whats producing so much fluid in her belly. For those looking for the delish deets: Its a deep amber color and smells highly metallic (Yes I smelled it. Come on..its not like a drank it)

So shes been in the hospital for a week (so far) They transferred her to a specialist to see if they can treat it with medication. At the moment she has 2 options: Its not too bad and they can give her meds OR Come home. Go back on Hospice. Wait for the end.

I’ll try and keep this more updated!

Andrea- xxo

So a few days ago my old whatever was left of a laptop had died.

^This is what she looked like until a month ago^

After the monitor had died…then the fan- She looked more like this-

Dad had surprised me and got me a new one.

After setting it all up…Im in love.

If it was possible Id actually marry it.

Now those I have bitched to about my Dell can see what the big fuss really was about

So the other day I went into my aunts someones apartment full of roaches with boxes stacked to the ceiling. Within a couple of the boxes are something called Fabergé eggs. Their not the real expensive professionally did ones. No no. These are hand made as a hobby. Even so, something that is 1 of a kind art should NOT be subject to being destroyed by a pest problem.

Anyway.  Looking thru one box since I wanted to get the fuck out of there,  alot didn’t catch my eye (alot were’nt that impressively made) In the very bottom I came across something that I absolutely fell in love with.

Yes Folks, That is a REAL goose egg hinged to open up and reveal Mary holding Jesus. Me and Andrew share common religious views but the paintings within the religion to me symbolize so much more then just “Christianity”. Their a form of art that express man’s idea of something greater within ourselves. Something to inspire us to be better people.

Within that specific image I see a Mother with unconditional love for her son. That would probably do anything to keep him safe. As most of you know (or don’t) I hope that my first and possibly only child in the future will be a son so this image means alot to me.

P.S. God, if your listening, this doesn’t mean I want a magical bun in my oven. k.tnx! xoxoxoxox

So a friend in Penguin Tasmania sent my mom some beach stuff since mom has always wanted something from the beach. Her and her kids were so sweet and sent shells, rocks and a little bag of sand. One thing I notice thats different is the texture of sand. American sand (atleast in Wildwood) has bigger grains so if your not careful, its like walking on ground up glass. Tasmanian sand seems to be more fine and softer…Im not one for collecting rocks or shells but I really really like the clear purple-ish stone and the 2 shells in the middle. The little photo album she included was so well done and cute

See all them trips Dan made to the beach and never got stuff for me

…tisk tisk :p

I followed the link in Daniel’s blog to generate a poke-name and the results are fairly interesting:

Your Pokéname is:

Flarwhirl

Profile

You live in the snowy valleys of Kamchatka, and your diet consists mostly of cows, wolves and water.

Characteristics

(Combat and Non-combat)

You can puke iron filings. You can breathe bricks. You can throw force bolts. You have mallets for hands. You can float in water. You have a fear of granola. You can puke electricity. You can puke Dr. Pepper. You have a sequined jumpsuit. You can resist ice bolts.

Natural Enemies

Your natural enemy is Foochu.

How cool is that ?!

Well its been 2 months since my last post (for shame I know) but there hasnt been alot to blog about or I care to have out in the public. As most of you probably know we had an incredible amount of snow last weekend and on Feb. 10th. We broke a city record and it was blizzard conditions.

Now that Im all caught up this season, I must say the Clark and Lois thing is really starting to appeal.  Suppose its the common Fear of Intimacy Lois and I both share.

Its usually the people that fear it, that desire it the most. You get so blinded by the hero complex…wishing that some “super” man will come by, pick you up in his arms and carry you far away from the hustle and bustle.

Andrew is gonna HATE this post! but hey. atleast its not boobies?

(( Whoops ))

Im working on 2 apple pies for the American and sometimes Canadian holiday of Thanksgiving. Apple Pie is like an essential part of it besides my all time fave…PUMPKIN!!

Here is my work in progress in picture form.

Well I was playing around with the layouts and somehow broke it.

Thanks Dan for fixing it. Todays been an extremely bad mood day so this is gonna be a short blog

Supernatural: Miami

Supernatural Sitcom

^^ 1 hour to a new episode so thats a bright side