houses....dates & good 'ol mom

I have emerged... err.. victorious? Okay, so Mt. Washmore is washed, now it's Mt. Fold-me! Argh..

I've been hoping, okay wishing for a new house. I just cleaned out the basement this morning, and YUCK! Granted, if I want to sell, I'll have to clean this place up like crazy! But, I could handle that, if only I knew that I would be moving to something bigger and better.

Okay, this topic will just get me annoyed. Change of pace.

I'm looking forward to a date-night soon. Have to start searching the movies and see if there is anything interesting playing. I have no clue. I remember one summer going to the movies nearly every week! Now, it's more like every 2 months. Oh well, guess that's just me.

Speaking of me... my trainer said something to me today that kinda irked me. He asked me if I had anything special planned, or if it was going to be the regular 'Mom' stuff. I kinda took offense after thinking about it. I don't feel at all like a mom of 2. Don't feel like someone who is responsible for other lives. Don't feel like "just a mom". I want to go out and party, and dance, and drink. That's not something that moms do, right? I mean, my own mother never did.

I have some real brain wrapping to do. I've never known a "Canadian mother" before. Most parents I knew growning up were immigrant parents, kinda. Nobody that was knowledgable of what was going on with technology... or movies or anything. (thus, I got away with a lot). So, who can I look up to as a model.... nobody... I'm a woman without a mentor. Oh well. Guess that just means that I'll eventually end up being someone else's.

Enough blabbering out of me.
Rella.