Made Up Spellings.

Dear God, people, I have about 4,000,000 tentative blog posts inside my head and nothing – nothing – comes out when I sit down to type. I get a few words onto the screen, in the magic white box, and.. gone. Whoosh! Shazam! Ziiiiiing! Gone.

So let’s begin with a quick “state of the dana” update.

It makes me giddy whenever I think about Coffee’s immigration proceedings. It makes me equally as giddy to think about his Ontario driver’s license appearing in our mailbox (hopefully) this week. Actual Canadian ID with his face on it? Unspeakably amazing. Tangible proof that he’s allowed to be here now. Now we wait for some Federal clearances and we wait for the work permit clearance and we wait for his medical results (and retests if needed?) and we wait and we wait. And by the time my birthday rolls around, there’s a chance I’ll have a Permanent Resident sleeping next to me in bed. Sometimes I joke that he’s an illegal alien and sometimes I joke about harbouring fugitives and the like, but the truth is that I’ll feel a thousand times better when all of the signatures and stamps are in place.

My knitting.. I’m currently working on chemo caps for a local organization that my friend Kathie recommended as a potential recipient. I’ve decided to make some funky, colourful caps – if I needed to wear a chemo cap on my head, I’d want something that was kind of creative. Currently I’m making a lime green hat. :) Next up, fuschia. Or fuCshia if Melle is reading. Melle is a stickler for using the actual spelling of words instead of what randomly springs to mind and then gets stuck. (Weirdo.)

Coffee made chocolate chip cookies today, which is an interesting break from the rice krispy squares. As much as I love marshmallowy gooey chocolately squares warmed slightly in the microwave, I also have a big soft spot for chocolate chips and cinnamon (which is a crucial and often forgotten ingredient). Curling up on the sofa with two warm cookies on a plate? Orgasmic. Mmmmm.

Everyone around here is healthy and happy and life is good. Chock-full-o’-cookies-good!