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Yesterday I was at my parents house for super. There was a blackout and I was hungry.  My parents didn’t want to upset the pregnent Lady so we ordered fast food.  I wanted KFC but we settled for St-Hubert.  I’m happy we did, I’d probably be regretting it this morning.  We had Pepsi to wash it down.  I had too much of it.  Way to much.  It was my first soft drink of the whole pregnacy, and I had a gallon of it.  Justin was running a marathon in there. I woke up at 2 in the morning and he was still at it.  I thought he would never stop.

Apparently the end of the world is predicted for December 2012.  I can’t beleive I just heard about it today.  No one told me about it.  Not a soul. I guess I still have some time to prepare but jeez,  I would have liked to know before I get all exited about the 2012 Olympics.

Anyways, I was browsing the Web this morning and I bumped into one article and then a slew of articles on the subject.  Looks like it’s pretty common knowledge.  There are people everywhere getting their affairs in order.  I found  books, blogs, T-shirts, stationaries, all about December 2012.  I bet  it’ll be a very special x-mas that year.  Remember the millennium Bug.  Boy was it ever fun that day.  That said, what I’m really looking forward to is the movie.  Of course the movie!  An event of that size couldn’t come without it’s own big budget Hollywood blockbuster.  Get ready for it,it’s expected for 2009 with John Cusack in the leading roles of the guy who dies.

I found some interesting information on the subject of 2012.  It looks like it’s about the alignment of the sun and the planets that gets all wrong .  It all started with this age old Maya predictions.  Apparently they predict that climate changes go warp speed that year.  Never thought I’d see that day.   I guess it’s pretty dramatic.  Even so, all I can think of is; should I keep recycling or is it okay to get lazy now.  I mean really what’s the point right.  Also, this new knowledge really is messing up my voting strategy.  I find myself wishing that everyone voted green, just to see the look on Harpers face?  That would really end it with style.

Here’s the movie preview… Ps. I don’t think the Mayas ever mentioned anything about Aliens.

also check this link :http://www.december212012.com/

Sci-Fi is cool.

Michio Kaku is the best.

Physicist Michio Kaku: 3 types of Extraterrestrial Civilizations

You got it,  not a date with my hunk of a husband Steve, but a cozy beautiful alone time in the forest with a blanket on the floor, a couple of snacks and Justin.

Ok… enough teasing.  Justin is the beauty in my belly.

Last weekend I was at “Le domaine de la Voliaire” which is a nice retreat place out in Saint Jean de Matha.

I went with a group of fun woman.  On friday night we talked the way women do when there’s porto, chips, sweets, a fireplace and no man around.  The later it got, the louder the laughs.

The next day I was talked out, so I ditched them all except for one.   She and  I made a pact.  “I love you, but don’t talk to me”.  No talking during the walking.   We ended up in the forest on some sloppy terrain with a nice view.  My friend found a mini hut, made out of branches and twigs.  I left her there to enjoy her scrapbook, her crayons, flowers, bird wings and the dead insects that she picked up along the way.

I couple of steps higher, I settled on a little clearing in the middle of the pine trees.  I lay down my blanket and  I took in the sun.  The smell was a mixture of pine and wet ground in the summer.  It was busy  with birds  and squirrels everywhere.  I didn’t mind, I fell asleep.

When I woke up,  I put both my hands on my belly and I set about to survey the internal activities.  Sure enough Justin was awake.  He was just as chipper as I was.   It was beautiful, I was all smiles and he was having a party.   I can’t wait to meet him in person, It’s amazing how well we already get along.

All I want to talk about these days is how much pregnancy is not what it’s hipped up to be. I’ll restrain myself, wont be dwelling on the issue. Suffice it to say that according to my observation, pregnancy feels like an accumulation of all possible ailment and bodily discomforts. Really I mean it.

I have this big pregnancy bible that I keep reading over and over again. There’s a section about possible symptoms one might experience. Well, the list is nearly endless and not just the numerous variations of morning sickness. You’ve got everything on that list; teeth decay, leg cramps, blurry vision, gastric reflux, headaches, nose bleeding, shortness of breath, memory lapses, anaemia and so on…

Did I mention stinky farts… Ok that one is not exactly on the list. But I tell you, I’ve suffocated myself and endangered the live of my loving husband enough times to know.

Oh, and on top of that… theirs an other human taking up space inside of you.

Enough said.

If you’ve been wonderring what’s up with my blog and how come I’ve been out for so long.

Well to put it bluntly, for the past little while I’ve been sleeping and puking. And I’m not complaining.

If you haven’t guessed… Well yes Steve and I are expecting. We are eagerly awaiting the arrival of the next generations.

Due date? early February 2009.

Boy, girl? Don’t know, well take them both.

We’re happy.

Some woman don’t start to show until their in the 6st month. Well I’m not one of them. I’ve started to show from day one. I’ve tripled bra size and by the end of the first month none of my hot summer pants could fit. Oh well… shopping duty for me again! (Twist my rubber arm).

So that’s the news, cheers.

I’ve decided to make the big change. From now on, decided as of today. Starting this very moment, I will no longer use oil painting. Sounds like not much, but for me it’s a very big deal. Apparently you can get results just as good with acrylic …. well not for me, I’ve never been very good with the acrylic.

I’m making the big change because oil is killing me. No really literally it’s killing me. Albeit slowly, the chemicals and the stench of the oil is giving me a perpetual runny nose and sour throat.

I guess I’ll just have to lean to use acrylic.

Either that, or die young.

I opt for living.

Some people live in fear because of what they lack. People in refugee camps all over Africa and in other desolate corners of the earth are waking up with minds occupied with one general thought. What can I get for breakfast this morning. When will I get lunch, will I have supper. What will my children eat today.

This morning it occurred to me again that my greatest fear is not what I lack, but what I have. I have so much, the moment is so perfect. The joy is so complete that the very thought of loosing it, even just a bit of it is agony.

But what is “it”. It is all of it. The material, the spiritual, the friends the things, the comfort, the money, the talent, the health, the hopes. That and all the things that are mine, mine , mine.

Seriously…sadly but seriously, my heart aches when I think of “it”. And I have those moments when I cannot hide from it.

“It” dictates my joys and my woes, but how could I want it any other way.

My blessing is my curse…but I wont give it up.

This one is the last one to be sent to the Gallery Baron Lafrenière in Québec city.