I swear to God my blood pressure is really high right now. I don’t know why but I can *feel it*. Headache and tingly fingers.

Or maybe I’m just drunk!

Except not.

I have an interview on Friday for a job teaching things I’ve never taught before. Interesting. Also it will be quite a commute because carpooling doesn’t seem like much of an option. But I need to work somewhere next year so good luck to me!

Also I have exactly one week to teach an entire chapter on Canada at war and then give a test before I start to review for exams. This is going to be interesting.

Okay bye!

We spent the day doing yardwork; well, mainly Rob did a lot of digging and I planted flowers. It was a really hot day today, though, and I didn’t put on any pitsauce this morning. So now I’m stinky. I am going to shower, but before I showered I just wanted to let you all know how smelly I am.

You can check out the fruits of our labours here.

I find it ironic that there is now a magazine about how to shop.

I also find it ironic that the magazine? Is called Lou Lou.

How did they know that I love to shop? HOW DID THEY KNOW?

Now, by saying that I love to shop… I love the experience of shopping. I love looking around at the shiny things. I love touching them and holding them and coveting them. I don’t love buying them because I am cheap. So I guess I’m more of a window-shopper than anything else. I love to make up wishlists but rarely if ever buy anything off them– they’re the “extravagant” things that I would love to have, if they suddenly rained down on me, but wouldn’t pay for in a scrillion years and would never expect anyone to buy for me, so the wishlist is the place I go to look at things. I could go to the mall for three days and come home with a bag of stuff from the dollar store and be happy, as long as I got to touch the sparkly pretties and imagine myself frolicking with them in a field of daisies and marigolds (do marigolds grow in fields? I probably shouldn’t frolick in fields anyway. I’m allergic).

OH SHOPPING IS SO GOOD. So today Michelle (ma belle) (I can’t stop! Everytime I say her name that song pops up! And we’ve known each other for almost 10 years so that’s a lot of ma belle-ing!) showed me her new bike and I clicked around a little and now I have a new shiny sparkly thing that I covet. Of course I haven’t actually ridden a bike in years because mine got borrowed by my sister then left out in a field all winter and it died and I haven’t bothered to buy one since because I’ve always thought a fat lady on a bike was silly but now? Oh, I covet it. Isn’t it pretty? It would just need a few accessories to be perfect.

I’ve been doing a bit of tidying around here; deleted some blargs that are sadly no longer active, and added a few that I read and kept forgetting to add, thus forgetting to read, thus…. yeah. You know.

So if you got deleted and shouldn’t have, or just should be on the list, let me know, and I’ll fix the problem! As fast as I can!

Terry wrote this in comments, but I know lots of people don’t really read ‘em. If you know the answer to her question, please feel free to send her an email (and no, I am not trying to get people to buy me things. I like things, don’t get me wrong, but nobody should ever feel like they have to buy anything for me ever. But just in case anyone’s wondering, here is my policy on people buying things from my wishlist: Thank you!:

Hey Lou, seeing as your wedding’s so close, I went to your Sparkly Trinkets wishlist yesterday. I would put first dibs on a few things, but I don’t know how to do that without you knowing! Perhaps your Gentle Readers and I could secretely email each other. If anyone out there wants to know what I’m plotting, feel free to write!

I just burned our supper and I have a headache; no hilarious tales of humour for you! Instead I give you the following, which I snagged from Therapy Failed:

List up to ten things you would love to say to ten different people, but don’t dare to say. Do not state who these people are. Do not confirm or deny any comment speculation.

1. I’ve known your password for ages now, and never used it. Please stop thinking you’re so damn mysterious.

2. Don’t fear the pollen! Embrace it! Ya big faker.

3. They are too small. Please stop wearing them.

4. I really, really miss you.

5. You win. You win! Does that make you feel good?

6. He is mean, lazy, cruel, and possibly a criminal, is what I think.

7. Please stop trying to outdo everyone. We like you. We really do. You don’t need to compete.

8. You are so very beautiful. I wish you knew it.

9. It was all true. Every single bit of it.

10. No, I really *don’t* think that. Sorry.

If you play along, leave a comment so I can check out your list.

I have a cold.

I do not love it.

Yes I know, some people would rather hear about how the grass is growing in the yard (quite well thanks) than about this wedding business, but I’ve gotta let it out somewhere. Also I noticed by lookiing at that ticker thing that it’s less than three months away and it made me start freaking out a little so I have to make a list of what is actually done so I can calm the heck down, woman!:

- Wedding dress: Ordered and on its way.
- Bridesmaids’ dresses: ditto
- Wedding venue: booked
- Reception venue: booked
- Invitations: Almost finished (one more trip to the ribbon store! Oh yeah baby!)
- Rob’s outfit: Chosen (I love saying outfit!)
- Flowers: hopefully growing
- Food: yeah we’ll worry about that later
- Photographer: Uhm… uhm? No. Hopefully someone’ll show up with a Polaroid.
- Strip-o-gram: Booked. Are the Dancing Itos proper entertainment for a bachelor party?

May long weekend. Victoria Day. AWESOME!!! Here’s my REALLY EXCITING AND EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD BE JEALOUS itinerary:

Yesterday: Grocery shopping!!!
Today: LAUNDRY!!! LAAAAAAAAAUNDRYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!
Monday: Gardening! And making wedding invitations! YES!!!

I know you are all green with envy but please, don’t hate the player. Hate the game.