They say busy people get things done. That if you desperately need something done, ask someone who is busy because they have the best multi-taking skills, and they are the most likely to get it done on a short timeline.

I suppose that's true, but I've never really seen myself that way. I'm always busy, but I'm also always busy procrastinating.

Over the last 3 weeks, I've had to change my attitude about the procrastinating.

You see, I've started my own business. Not from scratch, I've opted into the home-based business world, because they start you with a sort-of-business plan.

I signed on as a tupperware consultant mid-April. I had my launch April 30th, and I've been working my hindquarters off since then. Booking, learning, selling, entering, learning, following up.

I'm enjoying it a lot. I love tupperware, it's a quality product, so it's not hard to sell. And I'm good at sales. I won every weekly sales prize when I last worked in a clothing store. I didn't even try upselling, and I somehow managed to upsell all the time at the clothing store.

So now that I have a product I love? Flying off the figurative shelves.

But even better than the success I'm experiencing so far, is how much fun I'm having. As much as I'm an introvert, I have a bit of showbiz in my system, and I enjoy putting on the show. And I enjoy meeting new people, despite not enjoying being in large groups.

So I'm even more busy than usual. I have a yard to clean up, a house to finish organizing, a baby to conceive, an always on the run toddler to care for, and I'm also running an event for the medieval society this weekend. Which means Beaker needs a new fighting tunic, and I need to finish my norse stuff, and make sure Punkin's still fits....

Did I mention I'm also learning to quilt?

In the last 2 weeks, I've accrued 34 hours of TV on the PVR that I haven't watched - And I've been playing catch up for months already. I sometimes wonder, as I flip through the list of recorded programs, what I would really be missing if I canceled the subscription... Other than my Mike Rowe and David Boreanaz fix.

Anyhow, gotta run - I've got laundry to switch around and quilt squares to finish cutting and a eura dress and apron dress to make!

I've spent the better part of the last 2 weeks 'making over' my bedroom and Punkin's bedroom. It's been worth it, but it's oh-so-much work.

Punkin's room was easy compared to mine. I tore down the border in about 20 seconds (It was one of those sticker style borders), washed the walls and 2 coats of paint later, I was finished! Sort of. I also had to rehang her blinds and hang her new curtains. And then I rearranged her room and put toy bins in the closet (which she LOVES).

My room...

The border was real wallpaper, so I pulled off the vinyl part, and then soaked and removed the paper part. I thought my shoulders might never recover. I then scrubbed the walls with TSP and a scouring sponge 3 times (incidentally, I apparently didn't clean well enough around the trim, as I have paint peeling around both door jams and the window jam). Then I primed the walls, as the previous owner had used a semi gloss paint on the walls. Yuck.

I painted the first wall chocolate brown. Mmmm

Then I painted the other three walls a kind of mushroomy colour. I won't say Mmmm because I think mushrooms are disgusting, but it's so lovely. The next day, I painted the second coat and I love it even more. Then I hung my curtains, my Dad came and built some shelves for me in the closet and I started loading crap back into my room.

When Beaker gets home, we're changing out the light fixture in our room (we have a really yucky ceiling fan right now) and we might switch out the trim in around the doors and window and put in the new baseboard. We'll see.

I also finally have the inspiration required to know what to do in my disgusting mustard yellow ensuite. I am very pleased.

I held you in my arms today as the vet inserted the syringe into your IV line and sent the green fluid into your vein. You were gone so fast, I didn't even feel your life slipping away.

You were mine. Your life was entrusted to me by someone who didn't care enough to ensure your life would be good, but only thought of her own financial gain. I loved you like you were more than just my dog, I loved you like you were a child.

Even when you were bad - and you were very bad sometimes - I loved you. It made me even more angry that you were so bad because I loved you so much.

Even though I knew today would be your last day, I invited you up onto my bed to sleep at my feet one last time. We wrestled for blankets one last time, you licked my hand until it was numb one last time. You nuzzled me as I cried myself to sleep, alone. You woke me up with your cold wet nose this morning, one last time, and asked to go outside.

I was very conscious that the breakfast I scooped out for you this morning would be your last, and even though, I maintained a healthy serving for you. I scolded you when you cried in the car on the way to the vet. I wanted everything to seem normal.

I sat down on the spotless floor in the examination room and let you lick my face, and I think you knew. But you came into my arms willingly, a final trusting act. I doubt you knew that there was something wrong with you, and I doubt you knew that I was doing what was best for you. You just came into my arms, easily trusting that I was your Mum and I wanted to hold you while the vet saw to you.

It was over so fast that I didn't say goodbye. I thought I would have longer. So goodbye Hank. I hope your mind is at ease and your heart is at peace.

So I was reading in the Tome of All Parenting Knowledge that Punkin needs to move around and not be limited in her exploration. I swear this book was written by an independently wealthy stay-at-home couple.

As a result, rather than sit at the edge of the living room and steer her back into the Zone of Carpeted Safety, over the past few days, I've been allowing her to crawl freely about the house. It's setting my twitch factor to super high for two reasons: 1) PerpetualPup keeps tracking grass into the house, which means that I am constantly sweeping and swiffering with reckless abandon, to keep Punkin from sticking bits of grass and mushrooms into her mouth (our backyard is FILLED with mushrooms) 2) I still don't have a babygate at the top of the stairs. So I watch her out of the corner of my eye from wherever I am hovering nearby. I won't go into how this is affecting my housekeeping.

The funniest part of the exploration journey she is going on is the noises she makes when she finds something cool. She crawled over to an empty water bottle from the cooler this morning: "Doodeedoo!", then crawled over to the barricade that prevents PerpetualPup from being tempted to chew my antique china cabinet: "Doodeedoo!!". She then backtracked and turned into the kitchen, where she found a case of diet coke: "Doodeedoo!" and then crawled over to the stove and pulled down a handtowel: "Doodeedoo!!!" Then she saw the holy grail of house crawling, the stupid satellite dish tripod that I can neither use nor return because satellite installer guy beat the crap out of it before deciding it was useless to our TV endeavours: "DOOODEEDOOO!!!! thptptptptpt!!!!!" As the tripod is both awkward and potentially painful if it lands on her head, and quite near to the stairs, I quickly repositioned her to crawl back into the living room and pulled out her basket of toys.

She scuttled over to them and promptly dug to the bottom of the basket for the treasured dog-in-a-ball that came with her Fisher-Price firetruck and is now crawling back to the dining room where she can roll the ball "Doodeedoo!"

Smart kid. If I could just figure out a way to ensure she knows that playing with power cords is bad...

So I was in Vancouver for a wedding on the weekend. It was very lovely, but really, the highlight of the weekend was my best friend's Nintendo Wii.

I'm not a gamer. I have an XBox gathering dust in my basement. I have an Xbox360 that was used 2 times while I was on bedrest while pregnant. I just don't game.

I am in love with the Wii.

She pulled it out and made me a Mii. Then I played golf. Then I played 'fitness challenge' (According to the Wii, I am 56). Then I practiced tennis. Then I boxed with the girl I travelled with. Then we played 9 holes of WiiGolf.

Yesterday my shoulder was stiff.

Today my shoulders, and all the muscles down my back were stiff.

Who knew that the Wii was such good exercise?? Insane.

I'm in love. I won't buy one because I don't think I'll ever use it. Well. Maybe I'll buy one if I can sell the XBox360.