If I Had a Blog This is what I'd say...

Sprout had his first swimming lesson tonight, with Greg. I tagged along to help in the change room and to do a swim myself. I did 500 m, which I was pretty proud of, seeing as I haven't swum since I was about seven months pregnant, and my 'pregnant swmming' was pretty relaxed.

The lessons are Mondays and Wednesdays and Greg's going to take him both days, so it looks like I'll be able to swim twice a week. Yay!

And as an added bonus, the rec centre only charges a dollar when you swim during a swimming lesson for your child. I thought that was pretty cool.

I got out for a run with kaptaink this morning, first one in a while. We went to Thetis with the pooches, my favourite place to run with a dog.

K wanted to a longer run than I was up for, so I walked for the first bit and she ran in the opposite direction, and when we met up I started running. According to her little Nike iPod doo-hickey, she ran 9.33 km, and I think I ran about 5 km. Not too bad.

When I got home Greg and Sprout were out, so I got to have a hot, leisurely shower and do this blog post. Life's good. :)

A few months back Greg started complaining about the fact that I didn't have a reliable cell phone, and he kept bugging me about getting a new one. I resisted. After all, what did I care that the battery died two hours after recharging it? I hardly ever used the phone. But he was sick and tired of not being able to get a hold of me.

So a couple of months ago I caved, and went out and bought the cheapest phone I could. I got the Samsung a630. And after a day of using it I wondered why I'd waited so long. It really was quite handy to have a phone with a battery that lasted longer than two hours. Heck, it lasted days.

For the past five months, we've been dealing with a rat issue in our house. It started with some scampering noises in the attic (which we thought were squirrels on the roof), and then we noticed rat poop by the cat food in the basement.

We got an exterminator in and we've so far boarded up two possible access points into the house and removed all pet food from the basement and garage, but it appears there's been rat activity in the basement as recently as this afternoon. The exterminator was here this morning to reset two traps, and one of the traps was flipped over when I got home this afternoon (but no rat caught).

I've lost count of the number of rats we've actually caught so far. I think we're close to ten. So far there hasn't been any sign of them in the living area of the house, just the garage, attic and basement. But it's a big pain. Not only because I think they are the most disgusting creatures on the planet, but also because it means we have to have Aphro's litter box upstairs. It's much more convenient to have it in the basement, out of the way, but we can't let her down there while the traps are out.

When I talked to the exterminator this morning, he suggested that we may have to go on their 'residential plan', which is basically a yearly plan that has them visiting the house at least four times a year, more if necessary. Apparently it's pretty common for home owners in Victoria to have to do this, as the rat population is a bit out of control.

The only plus to all this is that because we're renting, we haven't had to pay for the exterminator's services.

Stupid, icky rats.

Here's proof of my shiner...

You know when someone with a black eye says they walked into a door and you don't really believe them? Well, if you hear me say it, believe it. Well, technically the door came to me, not me to the door, but same idea.

I was getting into the car this morning, and when I opened the car door I opened it right into my face. The corner of it hit my check bone and my eye. Hard. It made a gross sound. I almost threw up it hurt so bad.

And now I've got a nice purple and red mark under my eye. Thankfully I wasn't wearing my glasses, as I think it would have been a whole lot worse, both for my face and the glasses.

Well, here I am, doing something I'd never thought I'd do.

When I first found out that Greg had a blog, I thought it was the weirdest thing. Why would anyone want to post what basically amounts to a personal journal on the web? It made me feel really uncomfortable at first, but over the years I've gotten used to it. Well, more than used to it.

I started reading Greg's blog more, then I started reading friends' blogs, then I started commenting on them, and before I knew it I was addicted to blog reading. Then I got pregnant and took the big step -- a blog for Sprout. But it was to be private, and Sprout-related content only. So still a journal, but more a journal about him, not me.