I guess that will teach me to complain that I’ve got nothing to write about.

First off, congratulations are in order to Jason and Amy on the birth of their brand new baby girl Mya. I won’t steal Jason’s thunder here, click on the link to see all the details (and pictures.) Jason has the next few (3?) weeks off, so here’s how I suggest he should spend his days: 1) Take picture of cute daughter. 2) post picture of cute daughter to his website. 3) repeat. To save walking up and down the stairs, you might just want to bring Mya down there with you. It’s never to early to teach her how to hand out manbeatings in Mortal Kombat.

Oddly enough, we went out for supper with Jason and Amy Friday night (Erin’s mom too.) After a delicious dinner at Crawdaddy’s we went to Jason and Amy’s and picked some raspberries/visited for a while. I think Erin’s mom picked up some of Jason’s anxiousness, since she kept thinking about Amy all weekend - in fact, just after Mya was born (and we didn’t know about it yet) Margie said “I wonder how Amy’s doing” - This was about 10:00 or so, as we were waiting for our meals to be brought to us out at the Berry Barn. We weren’t home for very long at all before Jason called to pass along the good news.

I between, Erin, her mom, and I went to see Attack of the Clones at Rainbow. I’m glad that I went while it was on the big screen (even if it was a crappy theatre with mono sound) but I’m also glad I didn’t pay $10.50 to see it. There was lots of cool action sequences, but the story was pretty bare, and a couple of the major plot points were pretty contrived. I won’t waste any more time on it though.

Actually, I take it back. One of my pet peeves made it’s appearance in that movie, as well as many others (notably Moulin Rouge, which we watched again last night) Why is it that “foriegners” always speak with British accents? Star wars, I don’t care so much about, since the “foreigners” are from a galaxy far far away, but Moulin Rouge was set in France for crying out loud. Not a single french accent to be heard anywhere though. It also manifests itself in any “period” movie, where we’re expected to believe that while Americans in the old west cussed and spit, Americans in the east all spoke with a British accent. Just another movie cliche I guess.

Sunday night, we took Erin’s mom over to my parent’s place because my aunt and uncle are in town from Stonewall (Manitoba) so we wanted to visit a bit. Erin and her mom went home a little earlier than me, and sometime between then and 4:00 the next day, some jerkstore broke into her car and stole her camera, $0.50 and garage door opener. Like she said, it wasn’t the camera that was a big deal, it was the film, with ~20 pictures from her trip to Spain that are irreplaceable. Jerkstores.

There’s one other thing I wanted to mention, regarding Montreal, but I think my lunch hour is pretty much up here, so I’ll hold off on that until tomorrow. Promise. I also didn’t get a chance to burn any CD’s of pictures, thus won’t be posting any picture today - I hope to do that tonight (I set up the laptop transferring pictures to the desktop machine as I left for work today) so I might be able to post a pic or two tomorrow. That whole computer thing is another story for tomorrow (or later this week).

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Don’t you ever, ever talk that way about television.” - Homer