Awww. . What a cute baby:)  This is my newest neice, Keria or Kyra  or however she’s planning on spelling it! 

Doesn’t she look adorable!!  All cute and sweet and babyish. I went to see her yesterday (as it was her very first day on the planet. . . . well besides the 9 months previous. Although I’m pretty sure those months were filled with a lot of false advertising about what exactlly Earth is like!)    So as I was saying I went to visit her and her mom in the hospital and sad to say I wasn’t expecting to see such a beautiful kid.

Now DON’T FREAK OUT on me here, give me a chance to explain.  The mom is absolutely beautiful and so obviously I knew her offspring would be equally (if not more) beautifull.  So when I got the first picture of little Keira (pictured below) I was a like um m m . . . .

. . . she looked like a chipmunk.  All cheecks and nothing else!  Oh well, I thought she’s still cute    (And boy is she ever cute!!)  Turns out they had to use forscepts to get her out (cringe shudder cringe) and it gave her head a weird brusied look.  Poor Keira. 

When I got to the hospital I had to fight off a horde of crazed nurses! (Apparently they’re rather strict about the no-guests-after-8:30 rule !  Who knew)  Tired and excited I made my way into my sisters room only to find her fast asleep. 

I walked around a bit . .  tried to fake a cough . . bumped into thing. . called her name.  Finally after 5 minutes of this I woke her up !!!!  (I can just see my mother reading this and shaking her head. . “Let the poor woman sleep, goodness it’s not like shes had a busy 24 hours or anything”)  

After the prefunctionary “Hellos” and “How are you feelings” I moved over to the little baby bed.   And there laying all dresed in white, with little botties and mittens and swaddled in a cozy yellow blanket was Keira!!    She was BEAUTIFUL absolutely beautiful!!!!! 

I stayed a long while (much to the nurses displeasure), took a crazy amount of pictures, including a couple of glamour shots of my Sis.  My brother and his girlfriend showed up as well (the nurses gave them a better fight then me).  It was a great late-evening visit!

Love you Gals!!

p.s I never ever ever thought the kid looked wierd so do not send hate mail!!

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I LOVE this quote from one of my philosophy readings:

“It is better to be a human being dissatisfied then a pig satisfied; better to be Socrates dissatisfied then a fool satisfied.  And if the fool, or the pig, is of a different opinion, it is because they only know their own side of the question.  The other party to the comparison knows both sides”

- John Staurt Mill

I smile eveytime I read it.  That Mill sure knows how to get his point across. Humourous and educational -  – -hummm – - a certain philosopher cough cough Hume cough cough, should take some lessons. 

It had been a long day, and unfortuantly it was far from over, a night filled with philosophy stilled loomed ahead of me.  I fumbled with my keys, dropped them once then finally managed to escape into my peaceful apartment (or so I thought).

“Twin I’m home!” I call out happily 

“Heidi ? ?” came the weak reply, “can you help me?”

Curious I dropped my bags and made my way towards the sound.  Turning the corner (there is only one corner in my apartment), I looked into the bathroom.  The horror of what I saw shall forever be engrained in my mind.  

Blood everywhere!  From the sink to the clothes to piles of wadded up tissue, everywhere!!  It reminded me of one of those distugusting chop-shop type horror films (not that I’ve ever seen one, my stomach can’t even make it past the DVD covers). 

And there was Twin, perched atop the sink counter holding in her blood soaked hand an . . . . . . earing? ?

“What the hey are you doing?” I asked, still frozen in shock.

With a look of pain she answered, “Trying to get this ring through the stupid hole”.  Without a pause she wipes the blood off her hands and proceeds to jab the ring into the top of her ear.

After a few unsucessful attempts she turns to me, throws a peice of tangled bloody metal at me and asks me to give it a try !! 

Now there are a lot of things I’d do for Twin, tons in fact. However navigating a piece of metal through her mangled ear is not one of them.  “Ummm,  maybe next time,” I reply.

She shrugs, takes the ring back and continues the desecration of her upper lobe.  I look around at the blood splattered room, watch her dig for a minute or so and then excuse myself  and proceed to empty the entire contents of my stomach.

 Okay so maybe not the entire contents. . . .fine no emptying actually happened, but it did turn my stomach.

 I was unaware that you had SO MUCH blood in one ear!  I mean WOW! Next time we’re having trouble getting any blood from Twins arm at blood donations I’ll just get them to push the needle into her ear. Seriously there was that much flying around that tiny bathroom (well at least I think so).

I would never be able to forceably push an earing into my ear.  I hear these stories of girls peircing their own ears or belly buttons and I just can’t fathom it.  My stomach gets queasy at the mear thought of it.  Image the feel or sound !! 

urrrr yuck shiver  NEXT TOPIC PLEASE!!!

 Have I ever told you about the time when Twin danced to Bon Jovi’s  Bad Medicine and the words “It’s carefree and wimsical” were used!!  NO!  Well don’t worry I will!  (Someday, when she can’t kill or maim me in anyway).

I just started reading and amazing book by Dale Carnegie called “How to win friends and influence people”.  It’s all about building relationships in every area of your life. 

The first chapter is all about critizism, and the how there is little or no need of it in our dealings with others.  He talks about how when we scold or critize someone we are immediately putting them in defense mode and they are likely to blame or cut at you in respondse.  

No one is wrong in their own eyes, and more often then not someone whose faults are presented to them will defend themselves and their actions. This is the case so often even amoung men that are 100% wrong.  Carnegie told of talking with a psychologist at a high security prison, who stated that almost every single one of the criminals believed the blame for their action(s) lay at someone elses feet.

Anyway about halfway through the chapter there is a quote from John Wanamaker that I loved!! 

He said: “I learned thirty years ago that it is foolish to scold. I have enough trouble overcoming my own limitations without fretting over the fact that God has not seen fit to distribute evenly the gift of intellegence.”

How perfect is this.  Now I get the point and I fully agree, but when first I read this I did a double take.   It seems like Mr. Wanamaker is saying “I’m not going critize you because I know I have issues as well.  P.S I still think your stupid!”

Hahah I love it!!  Next time I see someone doing something ridiculous this quote is gonna pop up, especially the part about the uneven distribution of intellegence!  Talk about a classy insult.

Bob: Man so-and-so did something dumb.  Don’t ya think?

Me (ever the intellect): I wouldn’t blame so-and-so, afterall this seems to be a simple case of uneven distribution of intellegence.

Bob: (stunned) Um. . ya .  HUh??   (Points for ME!)