121 posts tagged “me”
Where did Post #1 go? It was too boring for anyone but me.
This one may go that way as well.
Anyone that has known me for more than 13 months knows that November is a very difficult month for me. There is a lot of pressure (that I put on myself) to do report cards perfectly. I have been cramming knowledge into students brains all week with the hope that I can pull something out to evaluate. It's silly. But I still do it.
The bottom line is this: I'm too busy. Most of the time I can say that I'm really busy. Right now, it's too busy. When was the last time I hung out with a friend? Well, yesterday. However, generally I either don't have time for friends or I'm too tired.
I'm worried that by the time I have the time (ie. retirement) I won't have friends.
Jason is leaving the province for a week so I think I should take advantage and call people.
Alternate title: There was a Mouse in my House!
My feelings about animals are so confusing. I care for them, but I dislike them. I don't like to think of any living creature suffering. At the same time, I'm nervous around most animals. Very few people have pets that don't make me want to run into another room and shut the door. Then there are the animals that are supposed to stay outside. If only that poor little mouse had stayed outside. He would have been much better off.
So Monday morning, I was eating breakfast in my kitchen when I saw a mouse run across my living room floor! EEK! I have a half second delay on my scream. Have you ever heard me scream? Not yell, but scream? It is loud. I couldn't deal with the problem, so I got out of my house as fast as I could.
I told myself pleasant mouse stories all day. Mickey. Ratatouille. The Rats of Nimh. Yes, I know the last two are rats. Close enough. I told all sorts of people. It seems that this is a common thing to have in your house.
Still, I avoided going home. But I did. And I avoided moving away from the door. Then I heard a noise! Oh wait, that was just my bag. Then I heard another noise! It's the mouse behind the stove! It really was! Eeek! I screamed. My poor H1N1 bed ridden roommate. Here I am, screaming and he cannot sleep. I checked the trap. There was no trap! I listened a little more. The mouse was definitely behind the stove and definitely somehow attached to the trap. Agh! So, I was scared of the mouse but also revolted by the fact that it must be in pain, caught in the trap but still alive and moving around.
I spent some time putting everything in my pantry into plastic mouse-proof containers. The food is and remains, mouse proof. I was already to be brave and deal with the mouse when I saw the trap on the other side of the stove - empty! I screamed again. For both my sanity and my roommate, I left. Like he needed me screaming all night!
Long story short, the next morning my parents killed the mouse. Poor little mouse. Thank you parents. I know, it's pathetic that I can't deal with animals or death. As well, if Jason thinks that he will ever hear this story, he will just have to read it on the blog (which he will not do) because I will never, ever tell him. He would be very disgusted with me. He doesn't understand my fear of animals. Infact, he thinks that one day I will have a cat. Ha! I'd rather have a mouse.
Once again, I'm sick. A large proportion of the *people* I work with and work for are also sick.
I've been saying "It's definitely not the (insert dreaded disease)! My sister who is a pharmacist and therefore has the medical knowledge and intelligence to diagnose me from 800km on the phone said so! I don't feel like I've been run over by a truck, merely knocked over on the playground."
So maybe the 159 other people that are absent from my work place have the (insert dreaded disease) as the news this evening may have suggested, but I don't. I have some sort of illness that I'm sure is unique and special and has not had any sort of international recognition whatsoever in the past few months.
I'm sure of it.
Pray for me!
Phew! It's over!
May is a beautiful month. The beginning of summer. The cold of winter is gone. It's the end of the school year but the pressure has not started to build. It is a time to make plans and see friends. Thanks to a long weekend, it's even a chance to travel.
Despite the positives of May, I've often had a hard time with this month. It is my personal month of sadness. Of spiraling into an abyss of darkness and anxiety. Don't think I dive into this pool, oh no. I put the brakes on while screaming.
In the past, there have been big changes on the horizon, for which I accredited my dark moods. This year is nothing but happiness. No big changes, just exciting events to look forward to.
So why the darkness? I do not know. I have no idea whatsoever. I hate the anxiety, the tension and the insecurity. I searched for a reason and there was none. There was absolutely nothing wrong in any aspect of my life to suggest that I should be anxious or worried. Yet I was.
But I made it through and I'm still a happy person. I pray that with the beginning of June begins a busy, BUSY time. My brain will not be left to it's own devices.
So far, so good.
On the weekend I accomplished 19 tasks. Yay me. One of these tasks involved going through old cards and letters. (I didn't throw any of them out, I merely found a better place.) I found a post card that Michelle sent me in about 2003 when she lived in Japan. She joked that I should go to Japan to visit (why didn't I?) and that there would surely be a lovely Japanese boy to adore me for the duration of my visit.
I used to have quite the reputation for loving the international boys. Give me an accent and I was IN LOVE!
Ah, so long ago. Who knew that true love was in my origins? In fact, my grandma was a teacher for Jason's aunts and uncles, way back in the day.
Enough about boys! It seems I'm a magnet for the internationals once again. This time, it is in my search for a roommate. I have gone from "Gee, I like me space" to "Gee, I like money".
I have had 5 inquiries on my room to rent. 3 have been serious.
#1: Mr. Congo. I was hesitant. He was nice. I accepted. He found a cheaper place. Fair enough.
#2: Child from Afganistan. He's not a child, just younger than me. By a few years ;) Nice kid and his references checked out. In the end, he's not moving to the Queen City after all. I still like him.
#3: Ms. Nigeria. I'm totally crossing my fingers that when she asks a friend about my neighbourhood that she gets a good response. I think it's possibly bad luck that I'm blogging about it. May 1 is coming up!
Jason asked, with interest and curiousity, "What's up with you and the international community?*" It's just the way I am!
* Those were not his exact words. I don't recall his exact words. They were probably more a propos than my words.
Edit: Blogging is bad luck! She backed out! I have 7 days before I am screwed!
Hey! Guess what? I'm on Day 18 of my stupid cold! It's really wonderful, especially since my friend THE COLD, has found a new home in my nose. My most detested of all cold symptoms.
Enough about that, though I will gladly accept comments of sympathy in the comments.
I went to Alberta for the weekend. Good time for sleeping! And skiing.
We went to Sunshine and it was great. It is so amazing to ski when I'm not freezing my toes! I loved it. Easter skiing is the way to go.
As well, I read. I finished two books!
The Birth House by Ami McKay
It was great. It made me think about women's rights, how they have evolved over the past century, as well as how they haven't. It was so interesting to read about birth! Interesting, not terrifying. As well, it was good to read a Canadian book. Often, books that I read are British or American. I recommend it, as does just about everyone else.
Brand New Friend by Mike Gayle.
This book doesn't have it's own (easy to find) website. That's because it's just not that good. Not very good at all. I was mildly entertained.
As a family, we watched a movie.
Obviously, this Academy Award winning film is good. It was interesting and compelling. Obviously.
I may or may not have gotten over watching kissing scenes with my parents last week. I don't think we were ready for the sexual content of Milk. Not that it's all about sex, or that it's graffic or anything, it's just that I'm only 12.
So, go skiing in April, read Birth House and watch Milk.
Happy Vacation to me!
One night I ate kale. I swear, it was pure health in the form of a leaf. It added 5 years to my life. Which is good, because report cards take at least 6 months off of my life, three times a year.
99 comments.
I finished them! Yay!
So I printed them. I wrote a lot and about 30% of the comments were cut off. Good think I use my school computer for non-school uses, because that prevented me from chucking out the window.
So I fixed it. I won't even bore you with how, it was just tedious and frustrating.
I have a sore throat and my shoulders ache. It's all related to the report card stress.
I would love some chocolate. Actually, I would just love to eat. I'm so hungry. I didn't bring enough lunch, but there is nothing at school that I can eat. Sometimes no sugar-juice-yeast-leftovers-ripefruit is easy. Sometimes it's terribly hard.
Wah, wah, wah.
It's not ground hog day, it's Naturopath day. In my quest for optimal health, I went to see a Naturopath. Those of you who live in WC may know her in a neighbourly sort of way. In order to rid my body of toxins, I am on a no sugar, no yeast diet. Whoa.
So this is what I can't eat:
Sugar and anything that sugar is added to.
All products containing yeast.
Fruits that have a tendancy to be moldy. I have to do some research on this (or if you know, you can tell me!) but I do know that things like melons, bananas and strawberries are out. I think the link may be that they come from far, far away.
Beer and Wine.
Juice.
In addition to the things I don't eat:
Meat
Sugar (until Easter)
Butter or margarine on bread (eww! I don't even eat that to be polite)
Fake cheese (again, eww!)
What do I eat? I'm not too sure. Some pro-biotic powder.
I will eat, I promise. Obviously, it will either be very healthy, or fattening.
Last night I went to Brewster's for a snack. I just about cried. There was nothing for me. So I ordered potato wedges. And water. I'm not sure that I will be frequenting a lot of eating establishments for a while.
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Finally, there is progress in the sugar free diet. I have lost fat. On my ribs. That's right, I have skinny ribs. So bizarre.
I feel compelled to mention that I know very well that I am doing this to myself. It is a personal choice that I have conscioustly made and any time I want I can go to Dairy Queen and nobody will stop me. Even though it would be breaking my Lenten promise, God would not smite me. I truly hope that there will be positive results to the more extreme cleansing diet.
Smug is way better than crazy! Besides, I have the perfect nose for smug. A slight tilt of the head and it is in the air.
So icing the brownies made me drool a little. Don't tell my staff :)
Cutting the brownies made me a little dizzy.
But they're gone! And not the tiniest crumb in my tummy! And people liked them!
However, I seem to be gaining weight. Huh? I give up sugar, but I gain weight ? Nuts.
Lent is really hard. It wasn't that hard for the first week and a half. Now, I would like some sugar. I can't even say what I would like the most - a teaspoon of sugar might just do the trick. That would be silly. If I cheat, it will be on something good. Brownies, ice cream, cookies, the list could go on and on.
I must say, I am cheating a little bit. I have added tortillas and pitas to the list of things I am allowed to eat. I'm not sure why tortillas need sugar, but in pitas it must be for the yeast. I do not want live on pasta alone.
No matter how hard, I'm not quitting. I'm NOT a quitter.
