So I figure I've become one of those wise old people way too early

Wouldn't surprise me in the least. I've got the grey hair part covered--more permanent greys are popping up in the back of my head so I suspect I'll be grey before I'm 30.

I could flood this blog entry with stories of the very terrible visits to the hospital, but I'll save you all the chagrin and terrible woah sad stuff because really, it is sad; I'm not denying it. Lets just say all the visits involved me looking like this: >=| all the time in my oh-so-futile attempt to bottle things up and ending up like this: >='| afterwards. Good thing is, no one has told me I'm lucky to be going back to Calgary and I'm very much ready to blow up at anyone who tells me that, so just a friendly warning.

The visit to Calgary in general? Wasn't fun. Half the time I wanted to go up to something (like a lamp post) and kick it really, really, really hard out of frustration. Luckily I have strong willpower and apparently nerves of steel so no, I did not dent the nearby lamp post nor knock over a small tree. I'll be back again in August, but only again for a short period of time--I'm thinking of taking up invitations and going to Vancouver and Dallas to visit family most likely in order to visit them and yes, shorten my visit/re-exposure to Calgary as much as possible. I'm finding way too many more reasons to hate it every day. That's not a good thing for Calgary.

Oh and the Ottawa phone number I emailed people some months ago? I'm likely cancelling it. No one's ever called it except for three times since we had it set up in September and it's waste of our money.

In other news, I'm an expectant auntie. Baby due in September-ish. A Swedish-Ethio-Trinidadian-Canadian. Wonder what he'll/she'll look like...Expect me to oogle lots about my niece/nephew. I'm alredy restraining myself from oogling and blogging about my 18-month old niece in Dallas. It's quite difficult.