As I’m sure you’d have guessed regardless of what I post, Erin’s still pregnant. The first “casualty” in the baby pool has already occurred, and now it looks like Erin’s prediction will also fall by the wayside. I don’t have much faith in my prediction coming true either, since it was based in part on the doctor deciding to induce, which will not be the case in the near future.

The weekend was pretty quiet for us, I actually wound up going to bed pretty early on Friday night, then Saturday we went to a friend’s place for his birthday party (No party hats though…) Erin actually managed to stay out until 1:30 or so, which is unheard of lately. I think it’s because she was playing Shrek Super Party with a bunch of other people and enjoying herself. Yesterday we both had a long nap in the middle of the afternoon, which was apparently well needed rest.

I think the only preparations left to do for the baby are pretty minor - some sewing stuff that Erin wants to do, and a little general tidying. All in all, we’re a lot more prepared than I thought we’d be at this point. Now we just have to continue waiting.

Simpson’s quote of the day:
Marge: “We got the popcorn! Did you get ‘Waiting to Exhale?’”
Homer: “They put us on the ‘Waiting to Exhale’ waiting list, but they said ‘don’t hold your breath.’”

I heard from someone who heard from someone who I went to highschool with that we’re having a 10 year reunion this year. I don’t have any idea of details on it, so I don’t know if I’ll be going (it’s possible that we’re already busy with a reunion of a different sort) I’d like to go though, just to hang out with some of the guys that I used to hang out with - find out what they’ve been up to, that sort of thing.

Plus, there’s that part of me that wants to see what everyone looks like 10 years later. I know I’ve changed quite a bit - I’m twice the man I was back in highschool. Well, maybe not quite twice, but probably close to 1.5x. I was pretty skinny back then, and am decidedly not anymore. I’m sure that I’m not the person who’s changed the most from my graduating class though…

At some point I’ll have to get ahold of the organizer, and find out some details on it I guess.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Well, sure, the Frinkiac-7 looks impressive, don’t touch it, but I predict that within 100 years, computers will be twice as powerful, 10,000 times larger, and so expensive that only the five richest kings of Europe will own them.” - Professor Frink

We’ve got another doctor’s appointment this afternoon. One at which, I fully expect the doctor to say “I’m going to induce you on the 12th.” Ok, not really.

I had something that I wanted to bring up here, but I’ve gone and completely forgotten it. I guess I should have written it down, whatever it was.

A while back, we switched our Citibank credit card over to a Citibank Sony card - basically the same card, same fee structure, same interest rate, same everything, except they give us “Sony Points” which can be used to buy Sony stuff. Now, I’m not the biggest Sony fan in the world, in fact I’ve been relatively unhappy with most Sony electronics I’ve ever owned, with one notable exception. I realized that we now have somewhere around $300 worth of Sony points accumulated, which is great, since we’ve paid approximately $0 in interest on that card. Now I get to go on a bit of a “spending spree” of Sony crap. I’m thinking I’ll pick up a PS2 (that exception I was talking about) Multi-tap and a couple of controllers for now, and leave the rest of the points for a game or two that strike my fancy. That’s right, I said “Strike my fancy.” Bet you didn’t even know that I had a fancy that could be struck.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Who’s that idiot, drinking water as if it were free?” - Mr. Burns

It’s getting closer and closer. Any day now, you can expect to come to this web page, and see the announcment. At this point, I could try to be funny, and come up with something “witty” and “unexpected” like “Spring” or “Hockey Playoffs” or something like that, but I won’t. That’s right. Erin’s due date is less than two weeks away, and people are lining up to place their bets.

Erin’s dad has a pool going about the birth date - first tie break is predicted weight, second is gender. Two dollary-doos to enter, winner takes all. Erin and I had the earliest guesses (at the 10th and 12th respectively) until I mentioned it to a friend of mine who’s birthday is the 8th… You’ll never guess what day he picked…If you want in, either leave a comment here, or get in contact with Erin or her Dad or something. Format: Date - Feb 12th. Weight - 7Lbs even. Gender: Female.

Just so everyone is on an even playing field, Erin’s official due date is the 16th, and we don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl (I picked girl, Erin picked boy)

Finally a game you can play along at home.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Oooh, sorry little dudes. Party hearty equals tardy.” - Otto

Sorry about the sporadic posts lately. Yesterday was spent at the hospital waiting on a “non-stress” test (at least I think that’s what it’s called - I’ve never seen it written down anywhere.) A lot of waiting around is never any fun. I will say this - there are a lot of pregnant women at the maternity ward.

I watched the all star game festivities this weekend, and enjoyed it for the most part. I am absolutely sick of hearing hockey referred to as “our game” or “Canada’s game” or “the game Canada put on the map” or “come on buy our products, we know where you live.” Ten years ago, a hockey or Canadian patriotism based commercial was a novelty, something to be savoured, like a fine bottle of Molson Canadian. Now, it’s become crass and annoying, like a cheap bottle of Labatt’s Blue. (Note, I actually prefer a real beer, like a good Guiness, but that would ruin my point…)

You know who I blame? Joe. Ever since that guy went on TV talking aboot beavers and igloos, we haven’t been able to escape the barrage of these commercials. Sometimes they’re funny (witness the jerseying of the “So you’re from Canada, eh?” guy) but more often, they’ve become more like regular commercials “List of things with their prices: $5; Celebrity endorsement: $12,000; Not having to use any creativity when coming up with a new commercial: Priceless.”

I can’t imagine how sick everyone else must be of them, because I can skip commercials, and they’re still annoying the heck out of me.

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Simpson’s quote of the day: “Why did this have to happen during prime time, when TV brightest stars come out to shine!” - Homer