What is it about me that says "yes" anytime my bosses ask me to stay overtime. I CAN'T say no! It is virtually IMPOSSIBLE for me to turn down $50 an hour to work at a place I love. I mean really, I am there already, why not stay longer and make some real cashola? Right? Yeah, right. Yesterday I was there from 7am to 11pm. My co-workers think I'm nuts, but I think it's logical.

Today I went to Fort Edmonton Park for my company's picnic. It was lame ass. Nothing was open, just a big bunch of people eating a shitload of beef (aka. burgers) and kids running wild. I guess I'll appreciate it more when PJ is old enough to run around and be a wild child with the rest of them. I know one thing's for sure. She will not be like some of the kids I saw today - picking coins from a fountain, then cheering "Sweet - 50 cents! Just what I wanted". AND I will not be one of those mothers who just lets him "keep it" because he doesn't "want" to throw it back! Really, some people's children.