_ Not Canada Related Tidbit _ I'm baking lactation cookies. I hope they work. They taste... healthy. But yes. While we were in Mapleland Isis was too busy looking around and being part of things to want to drink. You can't look at the world with breast in your face. And that was all good and fine seeming she's on solids. And I didn't worry about my supply or anything, because, she'll be right, you know? Well what they don't tell you is at some point lots of babies go through a phase where they only want milk. Nothing else. She's refusing solids as well as anything that comes out of a bottle, even if it originally came out of my chest. It's been worrisome and aggravating. I wish I had known and then I'd have done a better job of keeping my supply above her regular daily intake because it's fucking heartbreaking to hold your child while they cry and beat their tiny fists on you in frustration because they are hungry and you can't give them what they need. So yes, I'll let you know if it does anything, and if you want the recipe, you know where to find me. (Here, because I have no life. Duh!)

Next on the trip, our friends D and DQ drove over from Alberta to see DQ's family and hang with us. D and I spent a lot of time coordinating holidays to make sure the boys would have time together. Interesting fact: four out of five of Obi's original friendship group have closed the distance of LDRs. It looks like this:
Marc & Bree - BC and Australia. Met while he was on a mission with his church. Been married for 5 years.
DQ & D - BC and Alberta, met online (Halo I believe) living together for 8 years now.
Mike & Jen - BC and Ontario, met online, been together just under a year, living together for three months.
And of course Obi & Zephii - BC and NSW, met online, living together for.. er... three odd years.

For those of you who worry it wont/can't work out.
The only one in their group who hasn't found love at a distance is Bestman, and that's likely because he falls into the "undateable" category.

Anyway back to the story, we hung out with D & DQ on the Friday then followed them back to where they were staying for dinner (they were staying with Obi's old DM from D&D.) You probably don't remember me saying how much of an arsehole this guy is, but I never really hit it off with him. Probably because he reminds me of my ex. Not only does he look a lot like him but he has the same "I'm an arsehole and proud of it" know-it-all thing going on. Well, they have had some pretty hard times in the past two years, he's had a lot of surgery for old ailments, but worst of all his wife (DQ's mum, very kind hearted) was in an accident two years ago.

See, she's pulled over to the side of the road to help another couple, and when she was walking back to her truck, a semi rear-ended her truck and drove it over the top of her, shattering both her legs. She was also their sole breadwinner because he can't work, so it hit them badly on several levels. But, she's trying to stay positive about it all, bless her soul and it seems to have mellowed him out. I guess he has a better grasp on what's important or something.

Well the food was great (his main hobby is cooking) but it was hard to visit with them - we couldn't get a word in edgewise. Now D and I are the kind of friends you get when too blokes are childhood best friends and their girlfriends are thrown together all the time. I do have a genuine affection for her, but at the same time she's not very bright, childish and wears on my patience something chronic. And whenever she's around, if the conversation does not directly involve her it doesn't happen. So that was a little frustrating. And she was ticking me right off because we're sitting next to each other and she's just staring at me. Constantly. It was unnerving. I asked her why she was doing it and later I asked her to stop, with no success or explanation. It was creepy. Like, she's less than a foot away and going like this O.O I'm sorry, am I wearing something of yours? Can I help you?
Meanwhile Obi was uncomfortable because the whole night the conversation was "painful accidents due to my own stupidity" and Obi doesn't do uncomfortable stories. For example, he doesn't like watching movies with lots of pain or social awkwardness in them, for similar reasons (from what I gather anyway) he's a sensitive boy. That and for the first time (that I've noticed in him) he could see the stupidity behind it. Now, he always used to tell me of stunts like driving for 14 hours at a hit or driving in bad conditions or whatever and I'm always "Don't tell me, I'm just losing respect for you" kind of thing. Well this time, his mates are talking about driving when they are so tired they think the safety rail on the side of the road is a truck with it's load uncovered (how?? I don't even know how you'd let yourself get this delirious) and stories of how they are driving 140kms/hr etc and Obi was like "Don't they realise how stupid they sound bragging about how stupid they can be?" We must be getting old or something.


Anyway so when we left we agreed that we'd make the effort to drive back out and see the old DM couple alone before the end of the trip.

Obi came back with me to the parent's place, helped with Isis's night routine and then went out to the airport to pick up Mike (Landing at 1am). It was almost funny, D & DQ, and pretty much everyone else who knew Mike was flying over, were like "Why didn't he book to land at Abbotsford airport? It's closer/better/smarter/whatever" and some people were all "Oh, Jen booked the flight" "Well that was dumb of her." "She should have thought about it, blah blah"
No. Jen didn't book the flight. I did. How was I supposed to know Abbotsford's iddy bitty little regional airport was an option? I didn't even know they took international flights until Bestman was bagging on Mike for not flying there. Erk. Of course, Jen did help e book the flight, giving me all Mikes details etc, but I booked it because we paid for it. But no one was allowed to know that

Anyway, Mike could only make the weekend. We'd see him for one day, Saturday, then his family would have him Sunday morning and he'd fly home at lunch time. And we'll end this here because Saturday was a big day and it will be a whole blog on it's own.

Plus cookies are done, Isis is awake and work called and let me know there is a new uniform and paperwork awaiting my collection, so I ought to get on that. Hope the shirts fit!
Thinking of cars, it looks like we'll be getting one! It takes Obi and hour and ten minutes to commute on the bus (when the traffic is average) when it would take 25minutes in the car. That's a whopping difference. So Saturday he's finally going to go get an Aussie license (he drives on his Canadian one when we hire cars but that's technically illegal as you're only allowed to use a foreign license for three months then you must get a NSW license. Of course I've been telling him this for over a year and only now does he look it up, discover I'm right and actually heed what I've been saying. ). Anyway he needs to hurry up, so he can supervise me driving and I can finally get my bloody P plates (provisional license. Called a "N" in Canada, don't know America's equivalent.)

Ok, really going this time! Carrots xx