I realized that I write a lot of things, then don’t ever talk about them again. SO:

The marking got finished (well, the part that had to be done for today, was done by 9pm last night). I am hoping to finish up the other half by tonight (they’re due on Friday but Thursday is a busy day, plus that evening is my oldest niece’s high school graduation and it is going to go for at least two hours… I won’t be wanting to do anything having to do with anything once I get home from spending that much time in a cramped, hot arena).

My parents/my brother: I am getting more used to the idea of everyone going. Not that I am not still heartbroken. I am, and I will be.

Elle asked in comments if it would make sense for Rob and I to move in to that house with my folks. Dad (big softy) does not want to stay in that house — too many memories and he would be sad all the time thinking of his grandchildren not being there. Plus, he promised his parents that he would move back to his hometown when he retired from the military… 47 years after first leaving, he’s finally got a reason to keep that promise, I guess. There are other more “concrete” reasons: Mom broke her hip/leg (actually her femur in three places, and the acetabulofemoral joint- the joint that joins the femur to the hipbone – hooray for icy sidewalks!) several years ago and has had trouble walking since. She uses a cane most days, and has a handicapped placard for her car. She is not doing well with stairs anymore, and since the bedrooms are below stairs in the inlaw suite, or upstairs in the main house, she would have to drag herself up or down either way. The other day I watched her after she had come up the stairs from her bedroom, dragging her leg around behind her. It took a good five minutes for her to get up one flight of stairs, and then she was in pain and draggy for at least an hour afterward. They are looking at houses that are all on one level, which would serve well for her mobility issues. Also, she likes the idea of moving close to Dad’s family; she would have someone to visit with (she doesn’t really have anyone that she socializes with here). When SHE joined the military, it was to get the heck out of her hometown, and she doesn’t want to go back, so moving to Dad’s hometown will be okay. Maybe it will be a good thing for them.

Now I’ve written about all that for so long that I don’t remember if there’s anything else I need to follow up on. If you have any burning questions, let me know

One set of my marks (well, three sets – one grade’s worth) are due tomorrow morning at 9 am. Ask me how far along I am on this? Uhmmmm… yeah if you used any type of web workflow software to measure my progress, it would look like this:

Slight exaggeration, but really, not really. And yet am I even slightly fazed by this fact? No. No, I am not. It will be done, and I will be on time and ready to do the same thing again by Friday.

Another night where I get into bed, fall asleep, sleep okay, then wake up at 3:15. And I have been awake since then. I don’t know if it’s nerves about 2/3 of my family moving to other lands, or if it’s just that waking up messes with my sleep, but this is getting old. So old.

Also I finally watched this week’s episode of MadMen and am enjoying that they used Porpoise Song for the closing credits.

I don’t know, I mean, I couldn’t really say, but unless the tobacco industry had managed to invent some sort of new cigars… my neighbours might be partaking in something that isn’t from one of your more popular cigarette brands.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but starting at 5 pm, in your backyard for the world to see, with your three-year-old running around… maybe not the best idea?

WTF with True Blood? What is going on with Bill? Why are these so one hundred percent completely different from the books? BILL YOU ARE A WEINER NOW.

Rob, after seeing the Superman movie yesterday, after I came home and he asked me to look at a certain website: “And if you don’t want to, screw you, you’re not my real dad, now go get in a tornado!” (if you have seen the movie and are as disgusted with it as he is, this will be funny to you).

My new bra came today! I had ordered one from HerRoom last week or the week before. There is only one store on the Island that sells fat lady bras and whenever I have gone to get measured by them they eff it up – they had me measured at a 44DDD three weeks ago. My boobs did not fit into the cups, the straps kept falling down, and the band was too big, even on its tightest setting. I measured MYSELF the other week, which isn’t exactly easy but with that website’s instructions it was doable, and it turns out that I am a 40DD. HUGE DIFFERENCE. New Bra fits so nicely and my cups are full of boob instead of wrinkling up and looking ridiculous under my shirt. Yay fancy! I might order more from them, now that I know that their website is good.

OK that’s all!

It’s 5 am. Currently, it’s 13°C (56°F) but it’s going to get all the way up to 19°C (56°F) today. I woke up at 4, and took the dogs on a long long walk. I’ve noticed lately that when I go outside in the morning, when it’s chilly out, I end up with these big red bumps all over my arms and face (whichever parts of me aren’t covered by clothing). Here’s a picture I snapped on Saturday morning:

That’s my bathroom sink in the background, in case you were wondering. I took it to my Facebook medical team (basically, I put the photo on Facebook and said “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT”) and the general consensus was that it’s an allergy to the cold, although there were other interesting theories such as pneumonia, thyroid, and OMGYOUARESUPERALLERGICTOYOURDOGS YOUHAVETOGETRIDOFTHEM (this in a pm from someone who shall not be named). Not sure I buy that last one. Especially since it was followed with “I WILL TAKE THEM!” and “YOU CAN VISIT THEM WHENEVER YOU WANT!”… uh no.

Anyway, now that I’ve been inside for half an hour or so, the bumps are going away and Sprocket is sitting right on top of me (laptop? No. It’s beside me, Sprocket’s on my lap) and I’m not super allergic to him. Although I *am* getting a little crazy because he keeps nudging my hands off the keyboard in a quest for scritches. Guess I’ll go do that now. Happy Monday!

If the counter is correct, this is my 3000th post. Good luck to anyone who ever wants to read these archives! You’ll die of boredom right around Post #300, if I predict correctly.

I feel like Post Three Thousand should be all momentous and have a fantastic narrative that makes people weep at its delicate beauty (do you like that? ‘Delicate beauty’? I’ve been reading this book and the author uses that term to describe everything from the main female character to the sunset to a horse), but that’s never happened before and likely will never happen in the future. Instead I will tell you that Rob and I went to see Man Of Steel today and HATED IT. He was so enraged by it that we left the theatre with him vibrating with anger. My dad, on father’s day, brought me out to buy me a birthday present which I am currently trying to forget (I like all my gifts to be a surprise even if I have to brainwash myself into them being surprises) until my birthday, which is next Tuesday. I have read a butt load of Jane Austen adjacent materials lately, and I must say there are some simply atrocious spellers out there. Also I doubt anyone in Regency England would use the expression “struck out” when referring to being turned down for a dance. Hey, maybe I’m wrong…

About two weeks ago, I received a text from my brother. “Had a meeting at work today about a new job. Raise, promotion, etc”. “Oh yeah? That’s great!” “Yeah, only thing is, it’s in Dallas, Texas”.

Uhm.

THAT IS SUPER FAR AWAY. Over 3800 km.

But at the time, they had just said that there was a possibility of a job, but if they did create it, they’d like for him to take it if he was interested. They’d pay for the immigration attorneys and everything else. He hadn’t decided, and there was no certainty that the job actually would ever exist. Still though… enough to make me worry. Yes okay it’s a good opportunity for him to get ahead but boo for me not having my brother around, or his kids. So I worried worried worried about that.

Then I worried some more. Because my brother and his family live in a house with my parents. And my parents are the owners of the house. But if my brother moves, they won’t stay in that house because it would be too sad for them. Which means stress for my folks, trying to sell a house and barely get any money back because they paid too much for the house in the first place because they were in a hurry (my brother’s wife NEEDED A HOUSE COULDN’T KEEP RENTING and my parents, for medical reasons, NEEDED to be in a house in town close to the hospital). Also they have totally renovated it in the past three years, but you don’t get equity that way.

SOOOO that is what I’ve been worrying about. And yesterday, I found out that the worrying is not only for a reason (my brother has accepted the job and will be moving to Texas with his family at the end of July), but for an even bigger reason. My parents have decided that once they sell their house, they will probably move out of province. So I’ll be losing my brother and my nephews AND my parents.

Yes, I realize that I’m overreacting in a way – it’s not like they’re dying! I will be able to speak to them regularly enough! But at the same time it isn’t likely my brother and his family will be visiting here all that often, and my parents, once they find a place to live, aren’t big travellers (especially if they move where they’re thinking of).

It was always the five of us against the world – we would move so often due to my parents being in the military, that our family was all we had. This is totally breaking my parents’ hearts. But again, he should go and get ahead in life. He doesn’t want to be 75 and still doing exactly what he’s doing right now.

ugh.

The above was my motto from 1992 – 2:30 pm today (1992 was the first year that I didn’t have to take phys ed at school and God knows I didn’t take it as an elective).

I gained weight this week! I GAINED A FRICKIN POUND! So instead of being point six away from my 75 lb goal, I am 1.6 away from it (or something. I probably gained more than a pound but I don’t want to go look at my booklet because of my RAGE so I will do that later). And I am Not Impressed.

I went over all my stuff with a fine-toothed comb because I was baffled! I mean, I stayed within my Points all week and everything, but when I looked back at my week, I found some reasons behind my fat ass being slightly fatter today than last Saturday 1) I ate “junk” food like some Weight Watchers snack cakes (they aren’t even that good! I just ate them because they were in the house and 2 Points!) and frozen yogurt bars (also 2 points but much more delicious than the cakes) and sodium-y food from Subway. And more bananas than usual which, bananas are 0 points and it’s better to eat a banana than to eat a giant hunk of butter but I don’t think it’s a good idea to replace your apples and grapes with bananas) Also 2) I didn’t get the sleep I needed (did you know that getting enough sleep helps with weight loss?) aaaaaand 3) ever since I hurt my back a few weeks back I haven’t been exercising at all aside from gentle dog walking. PLUS 4) Stress!!! from the Unmentionable Thing I’ve blogged about.
Oh, and 5) We buy our water, because our tap water tastes horrible even after putting it through a Brita filter. Last week we bought some that was on sale and not our regular brand. WELL it is no wonder it was on sale, because it tasted almost oily. The only way I could stand to drink it was to add some Crystal Light or something, and even with that I was not a fan so I drank way less water than usual. Today alone, since buying our regular brand, I have had 1.5L and it’s only 4 pm.
So yeah. I gained some weight.
This week I’ll be drinking more water, eating less sodium and uh… not so much with junk food that I don’t even like. And? Exercise.

OH EXERCISE. I kind of hate exercise. But I like it once I’ve done it. It’s just the idea of doing it and the first half of the during part that I despise. The second half and the end? I love those. Especially the part where I get to stop but also the endorphins that carry through for the rest of the day after a workout.

Rob convinced me today to go fetch myself some running shoes, and we are now running. WTF. RUNNING. Now by “running” I do not mean that suddenly I am running 10K nonstop. We are using zombie run, which starts you off running 15 seconds and walking one minute. I can do 15 seconds. I feel totally lame being the 200+ lb lady shambling around on the road while cars drive by and look at me, but you know what? Fuck ‘em. FUUUUUUUUUUCK ‘EEEEEEEEEEEM

Also a while back I posted stuff about Doctor Who and tried to explain things and probably mucked it up properly. Here is what I was attempting to tell you (because you love knowing these things, if you didn’t already):

PS I love David Tennant. And I love Peter Davison.