Nanaimo Squares, Scrubs and A Best Friend Called Mom

I love my mom. Here are some very specific reasons that I love the woman who gave me life. Last night, after a hellish day at work, she came home after her shift and we got into our pj's and snuggled under blankets and cracked open a box of nanaimo squares and watched way too many hours of the Scrubs Season One boxset. We laughed and ate and I introduced her to my obsession with Scott Foley and when, in a quiet moment, a sigh of worry about my life escaped my mouth she simply reached over and squeezed my knee. I love her because I can talk to her about stuff nobody talks out loud about: orgasms (or my lack of them lately...lol...), suicide and what it takes a soul to get to that place, credit line debt and debt's role in our life choices. I can dream out loud with her and I can sing her songs and I can know that even if I sleep in, she'll sleep in even later.

I leave Moose Jaw tomorrow and head to Saskatoon. It seems there could be Saskatchewan work opportunities, but I will cross those bridges when they appear and, until then, keep on with the original plan. Toon town this weekend, Edmonton Monday and home by Wednesday evening.

So, what else is going on?? Hmmmmm...well, I went and had my eyebrows 'sugared' this afternoon. They told me it was less painful than waxing. Total lie. I have also fixed the boots and axels on my car and eaten more food than four people combined. At least that proves I am no longer heart broken. I added a new photo gallery of Leanne and I running about this month. Check it out here. Oh, and in light of Lee and I potentially planning a trip around the world, I strongly encourage y'all to submit to my latest Konkin Question about where you would travel and why. Your suggestions might be a source of inspiration. Plus, it will better than having credit card companies spamming my Konkin Questions page. Grrrrrrr. And I dug out my Poem of Phospheresence to put on the Konkin Poems page. Want to put music to that poem soon...speaking of that...

I have also been spending lots of time at the piano singing and writing and doing that creativity healing thing. It has been good. There is just always so much to process when I come home. So much has happened. I used to sit in this exact bed, in this exact bedroom and write poetry and dream of moving to Toronto and now, here I am, fifteen years later and so much has happened.

My heart swells with it all.