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December, 2005

  1. Last Chance for Romance

    December 14, 2005 by Louise

    Well, last chance for SOMETHING. I have cards here. Which I swear to God I’m sending out this week (although it’s a snowstorm today, and I’m working tomorrow, so they may only be sent out on Friday). If you wanted a card from me, and you haven’t sent me your address yet, well, come ON!

    This is just my special holiday way of saying even if you’ve sent me your mailing address a thousand million times before and even if I’ve actually MAILED you something in the past there’s no guaranteeing that my organizational skills have progressed to the point of actually SAVING your address so unless you sent me your address within the past two weeks your best bet is to send it again. To louiseDOTmATgmailDOTcom. With something in the subject field that would indicate that you actually do want a card from me. Otherwise you may end up with nothing. NOTHING! And I wouldn’t have had the chance to send out my own contribution to the landfill!

    Speaking of emails and such some very lovely people have emailed me and I swear I want to write back but at the moment? My arm is so frickin messed up (as soon as my health card comes I’m going to the doctor I swear it) that it’s taking all I have just to type this. It’s so weird. My thumb and forefinger are constantly pins-and-needlesy. And my shoulder is constantly sore. I’ve been popping super monkey tylenol like they’re jelly tots (mmmmmm, jelly tots… oh my LORD I love jelly tots. The best flavour is green) and I still have to take muscle relaxants so that I can actually get to sleep. Rob isn’t even allowed in the bed until after I’m asleep because it HURTS if he jostles me (and I actually say that. “YOU’RE JOSTLING!”). Oh, but he’s gotten his revenge– last night?

    HE TAPED ME WHILE I SNORED.

    I can’t believe it. Soon you’ll be able to download my SNORING SOUNDS.


  2. Hey you guys– Ooh my nose!

    December 13, 2005 by Louise

    No more trying to think up titles for me. I’m just going to use random quotes from TV and old songs. Unless a title comes to me unbidden and then I shall use that. But only if it’s unbidden. If it’s bidden, then I’m totally ignoring it. I’m anti-bidden.

    So how’ve you been? Me? Oh, I’ve been doing okay. Yes, I realize it’s been something like six days since I’ve blogged but the truth is, I’ve been… not busy. Seriously, nothing is happening. Well, I mean, things are happening, but not much to blog about. Oh, you thought I’d just shut up then? Seriously, you thought that? Come on now, you should know better!

    I’ve been thinking about Jamie Foxx lately. Because, you know, I watch the MuchMusic. I know what’s hip with all the cool kids these days. And so I saw the “Golddigger” video. By that guy. You know. The guy that had the car accident and Pat O’Brien thinks he’s a Survivor and a Real Role Model. Because I care so much about what Pat O’Brien thinks. Uhm. Kanye West? Yeah. Anyway. I’ve been seeing alot of crap around about how Jamie Foxx is a great singer and this song is like, his “breakout” and now everyone is all “Did you hear Jamie Foxx singing with Kanye West? ISN’T HE AN AWESOME SINGER?!”
    But
    The thing is, he’s just doing his Ray Charles impersonation in that song so he’s not singing, really. Well, okay, he’s SINGING, but not really. I don’t even know if I can say this in a way for it to be understood. The part that Jamie’s singing. It’s a Ray Charles song, with the words changed around, and he’s using his Ray voice from Ray. I have no frickin clue if Jamie Foxx is a good singer. He very well might be, but I’ve never heard him really sing, aside from when he’s been impersonating Ray Charles. I know he’s a great Ray Charles Impersonator, but you can’t rely on that to get you a record deal, can you? Seriously?

    Speaking of dead musicians and their biopics — I thoroughly enjoyed Walk The Line. I liked that it stuck pretty closely to the story of Cash’s life (I’m a dork, I’ve read his autobiographies, both of them. Of course it’s been a few years but whatever) although the movie did seem to be making his first wife out to be a total bitch just for the sake of having a bad guy in the film. It was also cool to see Waylon Jennings’ son playing old dead Waylon (no, there were no zombies in this movie although that might’ve spiced up the bits where Joqueeeeeeem was looking kind of uncomfortable in the role). Oh man, I’m totally outing myself as a country fan, aren’t I? Well, just to be clear, I don’t listen to country radio. Because to me most of whatever they’re playing on there ain’t really music. I do, however, root around in my dad’s record collection and rock out with The Hag.

    My brother’s family came over this past Sunday. MAN those kids are cute. The oldest (just turned 2) recognizes all his letters (well, most of them, gets mixed up with b’s and d’s, m’s and w’s) when you show them to him. The youngest (nearly 5 months)… well, he just kinda likes laying around right now, trying to grow some hair. Nothing wrong with that.

    TWO WEEKS TIL HOUSE TIME! I’m so excited, although we have no furniture really for a three-bedroom house. So we’ll have like, our bedroom furniture, and our guest bedroom will be empty. And our office will have… nothing, because we had to leave our computer desk behind when we moved here. Our kitchen? Same thing, because we had to get rid of our table and chairs. BUT WE WILL HAVE OUR OWN PLACE AND I DON’T GIVE A DAMN IF I HAVE TO EAT OFF THE FLOOOOOOOR!

    Speaking of which– on Thursday I’m going to be subbing in a high school. The principal informed me that he was hoping to hire someone after Christmas to take this lady’s maternity leave so this is like my ‘interview’ (holy lord, I haven’t had to interview for a job in years and years). Well that’s great. The teacher herself just called to let me know that she’s not going to leave any plans– I can just do “whatever I want” with them. I wonder– does prescribed naptime count as curricular activity? No? Feh.

    Okay that’s enough for now! I hope you missed me! AND HEY WE ARE MOVING OUT OF MY PARENTS’ BASEMENT SOON!


  3. Four in the morning, crapped out, yawning, longing my life away*

    December 7, 2005 by Louise

    Can’t sleep.

    Don’t know why– I didn’t sleep during the day today . I’m not worried about anything or anything. I’m just not sleepy.
    I’m UP!
    I’ve been obsessively clicking around blogs and finding that SOME PEOPLE IN THE WORLD SLEEP instead of PROVIDING ME WITH INTERESTING AND ENTERTAINING BLOG POSTS TO READ. What’s up with that? Rob’s given up on trying to entertain me. Even his Fabulous Song Stylings just don’t have that sparkle for me tonight. He’s devastated, yet understanding.
    If you wanna look over in Flickr there are a couple of pictures of me wearing a hat that I finished today (started it yesterday). I just cast on for another hat but since my shoulder is SO FREAKIN SORE I think I’ll let it be for awhile.

    (more…)


  4. mmm, sticky **this is supposed to be a sticky post but stickyposts aren’t working at the mo’**

    December 6, 2005 by Louise

    If you want a Christmas (holiday, for those of you who are wal-mart employees) card from Rob and I, please send me your mailing address– and we’d sure love to get one from you, so yay!

    email: louiseDOTmATgmailDOTcom


  5. Because I have to just STOP IT!

    by Louise

    My tendency is to overdramatize everything. To awfulize, if you will. Granted, things haven’t been going well around here, and yes, my grandmother is very, very ill. I have to stop dwelling on The Badness, though, every second of the day, or I will end up just staying in bed 24/7 and while that’s tempting, I just really shouldn’t. Especially since once in awhile, a girl’s gotta bathe.

    (sidenote– Rob changed the blog over to the newest version of whatever it’s running on– MT? I dunno– which is why there may be some glitchy things going on. Rest assured, if you’re commenting, they’re showing up, just maybe not right away)

    Anyway. There’s been a lot of cruddy things kind of happening. Or things that could be perceived as cruddy, and then me just freaking out and being like “OH! SO CRUDDY! LIFE IS OVER AS WE KNEW IT!”. I have been so overly dramatic that I didn’t even want to blog about them which is silly because my blog is one way that I let out the crazies. There’s also my real-life-written-with-a-pen-on-paper-blog, which some people might call a journal, but my right shoulder has been bugging me and typing’s easier.

    Bad Things That Have Been Happening (aside from my grandma being sick):
    - I was possibly going to keep the job I was doing (teaching the first-graders) until the Christmas holidays, which would mean many good things including an increase in pay and the possibility of moving out of my parents’ basement, but the teacher decided to come back early which I don’t begrudge her, it’s her job, it’s just that
    - the principal of the school kept stringing me along and didn’t even TELL ME HIMSELF even when I asked but waited until the last day, AFTER SCHOOL, when some other teacher gave me a card and said “Hey, have fun sleeping in on Monday!” so I didn’t get to even say goodbye to the kids I’d been teaching for the past four weeks. SO because of the loss of cash,
    - we had to give up on the house we’d been planning on moving into on the 16th of this month.

    BUT
    We spoke to the house-rental-lady and she agreed to hold the house for us and we will be moving in in January.
    I have been SO hesitant about mentioning this, due to The Jinx ™ but I figure what the hell. Either it happens or it doesn’t. Of course if it ends up NOT happening I will totally blame it on myself Jinxing Things by mentioning it but yeah, right now? I don’t care.

    Anyway, here’s what I can tell you about our house (ours inasmuch as we’ll be renting a house, and it won’t be the basement of my parents’ house):

    It’s right next door to the house that my family lived in when we first moved to PEI when I was five. So that was a bit of a laugh.
    You can see pictures of the outside here and here. You can tell it’s not a humongous place, but hey! There are only two of us! We don’t need a tonne of room (as is evidenced by the fact that we haven’t murdered each other yet while basically living in one room in the basement here). And we’ll be paying less for it than we were for our tiny one-bedroom apartment in Halifax. Oil is included (yes! they come and fill up your oil tank whenever it starts to get low! Which means I can be Totally Nude with the heat turned up all the way if I want and not have to worry about paying a bill! Although I would never do that maybe). Maintenance (including lawnmowing) included. No lawnmowing? SIGN ME UP.

    The main floor has the bathroom, livingroom, kitchen/eating area, and a bedroom (which I think might become our office). Upstairs there are two more bedrooms. There is lots and lots of nice closet space, something that’s pretty rare for a house built in the early 1940s. There’s also a full basement with laundry hookups and such which is also good. Storage! Room to keep our crap! Yay!

    In the pictures, you only see the front of the house. The window to your right is the downstairs bedroom window. The other window is the bathroom window. I like that the livingroom and the big picture window are toward the back of the house — where there are no other houses, so no one will be peeking in our windows.

    There’s a big front and backyard. In the summertime, they will give us something like 16 patio stones, if we want to make a little hanging-out-outdoors area. They also provide topsoil if we want to do some gardening. There’s full access to the Confederation Trail, which would be nice if I were prone to exercising. It’s also only five km. from town. That’s like, one and a half minutes! Instead of the 35-minute drive it takes now for us to get to town. Which sucks.

    So there. THERE. Some Good News, and that is all I had to say for today.


  6. December 4, 2005 by Louise

    About an hour and a half ago, my dad got a phone call from his brother, my uncle Frank. My grandmother had been brought to the hospital. He didn’t know much more than that so Dad phoned my aunt Marilyn, who’s a nurse, and she told him that Grandma’s going through congestive heart failure, renal failure, and apparently some kind of diabetic thing (which nobody knew she had diabetes until today).
    Grandma’s about 82 years old and things aren’t looking good. But she’s so awesome! This is not a good thing.


  7. Feh.

    December 2, 2005 by Louise

    The Maybe Good thing that was supposed to happen?
    Yeah, I must have forgotten that this is us we’re talking about.
    Nevermind.
    *sobs*