So here I am, sitting in front of the computer with a snoring little baby on my lap, using up all effectiveness in my left hand, leaving me to chicken peck this note. That's life I guess, and I better make good use of this time, when Benny wakes up he's going to grumpy and hungry.

We took Ben to the doctor about his loud raspy breathing, and we were told that he has trachea Malaysia... soft cartilage rings rather than rigid. He'll grow out of it which is a relief.

In other news, I'm broke, for the 6th month in a row. By no means are we hurting, but it just grates against my nerves to live paycheck to paycheck and have nothing saved up. I guess thats why I'm trying for the rcmp. Speaking of... I miss calculated the speed at which I have to run for minimum requirements. I thought it was 8min/mile, oh no, 7min/mile... thats faster than the average marathon pace. For one thing I'm not much of a runner, second, ?I've got shin splints so mean, I swear my legs are going to break in half.

I'm done with this note, its taken forever to peck out, and my shoulder is all tired now.