My son blames me for his nipples...

It's true.
He likes to play with the medicine dropper in the bathtub. He pops the soft plastic "squeezer" part of and has one of us stick it to his tummy, his arm, his forehead, etc. Really quite amusing. One day I went for gold and stuck in over one of his nipples. He looked down, popped it off and started rubbing his nipples. Yes, it usually leave a little pink circle for a moment, but this time, I think it actually pulled his nipple a bit (bad mommy..but man was it funny). He was rubbing and he looked up at me with a "how could you" look that broke my heart (okay it didn't break my heart, but it made me quiet down my laughing a tad). Now every time he lifts his shirt he plays with his nipples and says "mommy".
Wow. That's wrong on more then one level isn't it?
I wonder how many more ways I'll warp my child?

Again...yippee..woot...woot...insert concern...

I'm going to be an aunt again! This time, it's my older brother and his fiance.
I'm not going to lie: it was a bit of a shock. They are planning a wedding and BOOM next I know it she's pregnant (the wedding is suppose to be 10-10-10). They called right away (I swear they just put down the stick and called everyone they knew) to share the news. Then a few days later she was scheduled for her first ultrasound and I get another call:
"Sass, call me back as soon as possible. I'm freaking out. I'm a bit further long then they thought."
Last time I talked to her they thought 3-4 weeks.
Ultrasound? 18 weeks.
18 fucking weeks. Brilliant. 4 and a half months along. At least she made it through her first trimester right?
I'm genuinely thrilled. I really am. I can't wait to be an aunt again. It's just hard not to be judgmental. I love my brother and his fiance, but he works odd jobs, she's on "disability" (soaking the system if you ask me). They live in a basement apartment (not idea for a baby!) and blah blah blah..I could go on.
But it won't change anything. The baby is coming. Sooner rather then later.
The biggest thing is that they are partiers. She smokes and drinks like a champ and when she's not drinking alcohol, she's drinking like 6 cans of pop a day. Not healthy. Now given that since she's found out she's pregnant, she's stopped drinking pop (and booze obviously) and cut smoking down, trying to quit and is eating really healthy. That's great. She is so excited to be a mom. I don't blame her. It's the best.
But what about the last 4 months? I was at the cottage with them and we had at least a drink every night. I'm so worried for my niece or nephew. I just hope everything is okay.
Please God, please let my darling niece or nephew be okay. I just want him/her to have the best possible life. It's not going to be easy at it is...so who needs added problems?
I'll do anything.
I'll even stop masturbating.
Now you know I'm serious ;)

I fell in love again today...

Sometimes you wonder if the love has faded in your relationship. Then your significant other says something that just proves how your love has grown and matured with time.

Today, Mr. Sass leaned over and said, "I want to stick my tongue deep in your birth canal"

And I complain he doesn't treat me like a real lady. Pffft.

I don't garden.

BUT if I did, I'd for sure grow these babies!!

These are real peppers. They are called Peter Peppers. If you ask me they should be called Peter Peckers. They can grow to be 18" long. WHOA BABY!! I'd like to see you eat it all in one shot.

This is one spicy hot pepper baby!

Jesus. H. Christ.
As Mackey said, it's a little dusty around here. Better pop in eh? I guess I respond to peer pressure too ;)
It's been quiet in Blogland eh? Or is it just me? I really need to change that.
Anyhoo....

Life.
It has been going on. Mason grows like a weed, talks up a storm, runs around like a little mad man, cracking me up everyday. School started on Tuesday and I didn't think it was possible to have my soul sucked from me that quickly. I kid. But wow. I have gone from grade 3, to a 2/3 and now a 1/2 class, but for all intense and purpose, it's a grade one class since I have only 4 grade 2's and 2 of them are on an alternative program so that they can be taught grade 1. I feel sorry for those other 2 kids. Fuck, I feel sorry for myself for having to plan and teach a whole grade 2 program for 2 kids. Oh well. Such is the life of a teacher these days. The grade one is a huge change for me. They are so little and I was SO not used to having to teach them about everything. A simple concept like recess and snack was like a big ordeal and don't even get me started on the whole concept of a desk, sitting at it and what we can put inside it. But man are they cute. I think I'm really going to love it! I was beyond exhausted yesterday night, but my loving husband brought home dinner to save me the trouble :)
Today I got a laugh from one of my little boys. I was greeting them at the door and he stopped and was pouting in front of me. He asked, "But where is Mrs. S...today?" (umm for the dumbasses out there..Mrs. S. would be ME). I realized that I must look pretty different. Yesterday I had my hair bone straight and my contacts in, today it was uber curly and I had my contacts in. I smiled and said, "M, it's me. I'm just wearing glasses today." He wasn't convinced so I took my glasses off and his face lit up and he said "ohhh!!! Hi Mrs. S!!" So fucking cute I could eat him. But I'd loose my job.
I also have one student who I'd like to throw through the wall. No, I'd like to throw his parents through the wall and then toss him and his shit head brother who my friend teaches through after them. They need to lay the smack down and control their kids. He's a pain in the ass. A pain in the ass with a speech impediment too. That makes it a little funny, because a lot of words sounds like "tit"...but really, I feel sorry for the kid, because it's really not ALL his fault that he's a pain in the arse. Oh yeah..and HE was the one last year who was pooing all over the boys bathroom and then smearing it on the walls. Brilliant. He's a poo-artist.
Maybe he thought he as Pablo Poo-casso.
Or that he'd Vincent Van-Gogh-and-then-smear-it-on-the-wall.

What else can I say?
Eat dolphin friendly tuna.

Dear Dad,
It's been 21 years today. 21 long years since you became an angel. My angel. It feels like forever, yet it doesn't feel like that long at all. I was just a kid, but oh how losing you hurt. It still hurts. I feel like I missed out on so much, but also that I was given so much in the 9 years I had you as my dad. We were a team. I knew how special I was to you, and I cherish all those special daddy-daughter times you spent with me. You always made me feel special. You taught me how to be a good parent by always taking the time. You always had time for us. You would have been an awesome papa to Mason, but I know he has a special guardian angel. I know one day we will meet again and I'll feel your strong arms around me and hear you call me "Dolly."
I miss you.
I miss you so much it hurts.
I think of you often and love you always.