Big Bertha

So, according to the "Top 5 things you should do when starting a blog", I am supposed to use the first entry to introduce myself. My name is Karen, but you can call me Squirt. I grew up in a small-ish city in Northern Ontario, but now live in Toronto, Ontario where a 35-day strike by outside city workers has just ended, and the city's smelly garbage will once again be limited to ditches, parks and sidewalks. Hmmm...wait a minute....

I have a dog, Roxy, who believes she is my pack leader. In all honesty, she is. I've been dating a man for six months, who may or may not believe in long-term relationships. I love Bucky and Satchel, and believe that everyone should have the right to "free snacks now". I cry when I am frustrated, angry or when I've had too much rum and I am watching A&E's Intervention. Yes, that means I am drunk watching a show about people getting sober.

And, for the past 3 days, I am the proud owner of a pimple the size of Newfoundland on my lip. I've called her Big Bertha. Big Bertha is about to give birth, or develop a mouth and start telling me to drink more rum. Big Bertha is wise.

So there. One thing checked off the "top 5 things to do list"....