Beware of the phone number 613-569-3610. Caller ID OFCP Pickup OTT. This number likes to call during nap time. The call display makes it look like the number is important. It always makes me think of the post office. I think when I see it, someone must have sent a package and this is the post office calling to tell me to come pick it up. These are wrong. The phone is dead air when I pick up. As I hit the talk button and laid the phone back on its cradle I hear a cry from upstairs.

I look up the stairs … and then back at the phone. Another cry. She is awake. There is no return, I can tell from the cry. I look back at the phone. I want to throw it out the window. I know this is not going to solve anything, it will only briefly satisfy my anger. I collect all three cordless phones (two of them are upstairs, no wonder is woke her up. This is more my fault than the scamphone people), bring them downstairs and stuff them under a couch cushion. In fact, I think they are still there. No one has called since.

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The weather channel has become a part of my lifestyle since I had a baby. The serene music that once entranced a group of x-files fans in a hotel room four years ago is also very soothing to a young baby. I still come downstairs every morning and turn the weather on right away. Today is just a habit, but a few months ago it was necessary to distract little Eva long enough to make a bottle.

I am a little annoyed that during these cold hoping-for-warm-weather, it’s-dark-at-5pm months the weather networks idea of afternoon high is at 4pm. I am used to it now. But before I would be excited about the -10 degree afternoon we were going to have that day, and during my walk around 11:00am I would be very disappointed with the temperature. It would be more like that -20, with the windchill of -30. It is these temperatures that immediatley pierce through any layer of clothing you have on.

I wait patiently for the ice covered sidewalks to melt. Actually I am not very patient, I am outside every day hacking at the sidewalk with our metal lawn edger. I just want to be able to push the stroller on solid ground again.

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This is the short version. As a teenager my life was my computer, my website, my favourite television show. Many of my favourite websites and people I had to talk to disappeared. Their reason? Real life. Occassionally they would report back, re-open their websites, or start a blog. Hey, much like I am doing.

Chez-Milagro.net is very important to me. As much as I would love to register the name heybug.com (apparently already taken by some band) I cannot give up my chez-milagro.net, and for now I can not justify the expense to register a second or third domain (one for play, one for work). My reason? Real life. I got married and had a kid. So this is that real life thing everyone was talking about. Even away from my home, my family, my friends, and not working I still cannot make the time on the internet like I used to. Those hours I spent making X-Files collages, changing the look of my website, posting messages on the Haven. It has all changed.

But everything comes around again. As I stare at the white walls of my babys’ room, wishing I was allowed to paint a giant Hey Bug mural on one end, I know Hey Bug is always going to be in my head. Living in military houses has held me back on doing any murals for now  (I even know what scene I would paint - Hey Bug with his blue backpack picking flowers) in real life somewhere there is a house for me and I will be allowed to paint it.

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