Week 36: Very Quickly

Hello! This is seriously going to be a very quick blog entry. I went to write the blog last night and realized that last week's hadn't printed, so I decided I should just go to bed. This morning I remembered that I mentioned last week that there would be two more blog entries, so I had write at least something this week, so as not to leave anyone hanging!

Not too much has been going on this side of the world, but fun things have been happening in the US. I have two new mom congratulations to send out. Staci (Martin) Idle and Danielle (Gesell) Hunter gave birth to their first babies, a boy and girl, respectively. There names are Andrew Benjamin and Ava Elizabeth. Aren't they beautiful? I have yet to receive any photos, but as I am not yet a mother, in spite of what Karl may tell you, I do not know the stress of being a new mom. You have one week!

Really that's about it. I emailed my supervisor my thesis, and we meet on Monday to discuss final changes before printing. Karl is working on our Australian taxes, doing laundry, and going to work while I am hastily trying to sell tickets and choreograph a dance for the St. Jude dinner. We did have a night out on Friday. We went to a 21st birthday party of one of his football players. No, it isn't exactly the same as ours because kids can legally drink at 18. It's basically an all age get together where lots of drinking still occurs. It's a coming out so to speak. Lots of fun. Karl wouldn't save me from random drunk 20 year olds on the dance floor, but who expected him to anyways?

Look for our final entry next week. I'm trying to convince Karl that it should be a joint post, but he thinks that's stupid. You'll know next week who won this week's battle of spouses.

WORDS OF THE WEEK

In honour of the new babies, the words of the week both have something to do with new babies! First, a new Australian mum doesn't buy diapers, so buys nappies. Now, while nappies isn't too radical, it makes me laugh when I think of the rap group from KY called Nappy Roots. I get this mental image of these rich black guys wearing diapers on their heads. Second, when an Australian mum gets sick and tired of hearing her little bundle of joy cry she doesn't reach for the pacifier (sp?), she reaches for the dummy. I guess the inference is that the plastic sucking thing will make the child act like a dummy. No one told me that, I just assumed.