Up here in southern central (central? Eastern? Mountain? I get confused. Too many time zones, y’all) Canada, it be hot. Like, HOTT.  41 C with the humidex, or 106 F for you Americanos. Okay, so that’s nothing compared to what the South gets normally, or anywhere near the equator (hello, Guyana), but for the land of igloos it be HOTT team.  But it’s okay, we turned on our A/C. Because I like to help along the global warming. What? I’m putting my laundry to dry on the line at least.. and using the water of the baby pool in the backyard to water my plants.. can I get Suzuki brownie points yet?

Thought I’d send out an update on life.  If anyone still reads this thing. Currently, (this is me, knocking like mad on my wooden desk) no one in the family has medical issues, although I’m walking around with a large aircast on my ankle. Why they make air casts using non-breathable fabric, is beyond me.

Turns out my physiotherapist caught what neither the ER doc, the orthopaedic surgeon, or my family doctor diagnosed – that I injured both the ATFL and the syndesmosis ligament (yeah, WTH is that eh), meaning I did a ‘high ankle sprain’. Definitely never knew you could sprain your ankle badly; I always thought the ones I did where you were fine the week after was as bad as it gets. Well, I was wrong for once. So now I wear my ankle brace AND both knee braces, and I look stellar. Yeah right, I never wear the knee braces. Because I’m a hypocrite and too concerned with my looks, apparently.

In other news, this past weekend I took Saturday & Sunday off to go to the PRIDE celebrations in the Big City!! WHEEE it was a blast peeps.  I was only going to go for the Sunday parade with Maria, but then MC and I talked and agreed I could go for the whole shebang, which with the four friends (ended up being six for the majority of the weekend!) I went with was guaranteed to be hilarious. Was strange to get a taste of the single life – smeags & I stayed at the apartment of a mutual friend, and while I was envious of a lot of her life, I have to say.. after experiencing the weekend, I like my life.  Not perfect, but I’m happy in it. Wow. Lame post, roz. Geez. WHERE’S THE DRAMA. There was some fun times, like trying to help a friend at 3am not walk into traffic while we waited for the streetcar; there was, uh, ’some’ alcohol consumed I suppose. Oddly, I managed to keep my never-drunk streak despite the continuous drinks I was being bought. (By friends – who think my desire to not be drunk is foolish, even though I think I’m clear that it’s for my faith that I don’t drink to excess.. but hey, free stuff!)

Saturday morning before I left for Big City – which, as a sidenote, I did on public transit ALL BY MYSELF. Was so strange, I always have my cocoon of safety: my mom-van, a husband or parent or someone who knows which way north is, and/or Maria. This time I time traveled back to 2003, when it was just me and my independent self on the bus. WHEEE.

Anyway, Saturday morning I took out the Other Leader, because I can’t remember what I usually call him, and we had good talks over breakfast.  Stuff has been going down that’s not so hot, mostly between us (our youth group) and one of the churches we’re part of.  The drama that I posted about previously, if you’re keeping up. So I’ve decided to set some ground rules, some lines in the proverbial sand that once crossed, signal my leaving the youth leadership of this group completely.  I think there is great stuff going on in our leadership, with Other Leader, within the youth of our group. God’s doing crazy awesome stuff – I think I’ve talked about it ad nauseam here – and I think He still wants me here, being a part of it. But it’s dangerously close to coming to an ugly end. So, this is me, trying on a different hat than usual.

Meet Diplomacy Roz.

You can stop laughing now.

We’ll see how it pans out in the fall, when we get back to regularly scheduled programming.  For now, there’s the current drama over an event we’d been planning for ages, and it’s definitely going to be the Rosetta Stone of how we interact with the church in the future. I’m just hoping it’s a good interaction, rather than the current yelling at each other kind.

Maria is now fully crawling. Which, is weird. I turn around and all of a sudden she’s on the other side of the room. Uh oh. We bought a new diaper cover today – I think I might be in love. All of the wonders of a booroi with the actual usefulness of a bummi. Hello, Thirsty’s!

(And cue temper tantrum as I said no to ripping out the camera cable from the computer. SO MEAN MUMMY)

Anyway. Life is continuing, with less medical drama and way less youth, which is AWESOME because I needed a break. Oh, how I needed a break. So there’s more Dexter, more reading of Crazy Love and other books that finally arrived, and camping to look forward to this weekend. If we don’t melt beforehand.