I've got a "thing" with public pools

Well now that my baby is well...no longer a baby, she's started to do things that don't really invovle me: preschool, playing at the park and swimming lessons. Now to be honest I'm so glad that swimming lessons don't require parent participation because may I just say that public pools are disgusting...yeah I'm sure there is lots of pee in the pool and all those people that create human stew in the jacuzzi, but for me that's not the worst of it...oh no far from it, for me the most vile part of the public pool is the floor...it's everywhere, it's unavoidable and it is gross. I cringe when other people put their bare feet on this floor, the half wet, kind of muddy, with the occasional clump of hair and why is there ALWAYS a used bandaid...for the love of all things holy why the bandaid??? This neurosis is all on me, I get it, it's my problem...but I am seriously struggling not to make it the littlies problem...it's already rubbing off on her. Is it such a bad thing to want to avoid other people's filth...I mean is it really?

To ghetto or not to ghetto?

For the record, the playgournd isn't even THIS good...boo!

So we've moved back out to Langford...now I'm not saying Langford is the ghetto at all...for all of you who jump to conclusions, I think it's quite lovely...my problem lies with the park situation, or lack there of.  In our brand new neighbourhood and by new I mean everything is new...there is no park and I don't believe they plan to build one either...wtf?  There really does seem to be a shortage of parks out this way...oh sure there is the abandoned elementary school behind our hood which does have two little park areas, however, one has no swings and they have stripped all of the backboards of their nets...oh and I am continually walking past empty condom wrappers...it's March for crying out loud...who is having sex outdoors????  I suppose I should just rejoice that they are safe, however, not from exposure...ouch!  I digress...where are the friggin parks...if anyone knows, please tell me.  Should I even be complaining about the sad state of parks out here when, at our last park, which was inconveniently located a stones throw away from EMP (for those of you who are unfamiliar with these three little letters, it is Victoria's Mental Health and Addiction Services Institute)...which means that on any given day you might find someone smoking crack on a park bench located beside the slides and monkey bars, or catch a view of a half-naked man covered in fiberglass whipping through the park to avoid the fuzz...it's awesome...so should I complain that I have to drive to take Sylvie to a park or that I have to look at condom wrappers or that the park near our house is always eerily unoccupied...hmmm???  It's hard to say...I can complain about just about anything at any given time, so really why stop now....but it is a valid question non?...if you know of a secret park out here please let me know.

Hell hath no fury...

like a woman who has given birth to a 10 pound baby! (6 ounces shy of 10 pounds means nothing to me).

I feel like I should be thrown a parade or something and reserve the right to be bitter about the fact that no one is throwing me one....doesn't seem fair really.  I'm also still bitter that they forgot my breakfast in the hospital.  It's funny, I swear the nurses check your chart and when they realize that you have another kid at home, they figure you don't need anything and just leave you be...kinda nice, although I'm sure they had food stashed somewhere in one of the many fridges on the floor....i'm sure they could have given me something to eat...ANYTHING!  I'm a constant eater...seriously I eat CONSTANTLY!  So relying on people for food just sucks, to make me just a tad more bitter they forgot my breakfast, oh sure when I finally got it, I didn't eat most of it, because I dont' eat eggs and I couldn't stomach the smell of the oatmeal...but that tiny scone/bun thing was delicious...too bad it was the size of a quarter. Obviously the breakfast/food thing made an impression, I've mentioned it like three times in the same paragraph...sorry about that...it's the hormones :)  Needless to say, I'm so thankful I am no longer pregnant, which is, to me, an unpleasent and alien experience which I plan never to do again...love my babies though...uber cute.

Currently drinking a beer and watching a rather droll hockey game...the beer is making it worth while though...oh beer how i missed you....looking forward to my first run...probably have to wait a few more weeks...maybe I'll go for a run for my birthday...sounds like a glorious idea...we'll see if it works out, I'll keep you posted.