We went out to dinner and a movie with friends of ours this evening (saw Jumper. it was okay. Really bad acting on the part of the lead. We didn’t choose the movie, our friends did. It wasn’t horrible. As Rob said on the way home “Well, we knew what we were in for. At least it didn’t give me AIDS, like Resident Evil did”), and were informed that the weather for the next 2 weeks is supposed to be rotten as well. Today was freezing cold (-30C, but at least the sky was blue). Monday we’re supposed to get dumped with snow (or maybe rain) again. Then the week after that, we’re supposedly going to be having a four-day blizzard (this I will believe when I see it. I’m starting to think that they’re just making the weather up. I don’t know). I love a snow day as much as the next guy (well, maybe a little more), but dang, I hate the snow. Plus, y’know, I have stuff I need to teach! I’ve got it down to the bare bones already, there’s not much more I can cut back. And I don’t want any more time with no electricity, thank you. I don’t like being cold, I don’t like having to search through all the cupboards for the rechargeable flashlights, I don’t like it I don’t like it I don’t like it.

On another note, Rob got three new shirts today. Then when we got home I noticed a hole in one of them. He looks very cute in the other two, though. He looks cute in the holey one, as well, but I’m returning it on Monday so he’d better not get too attached to it. Which might be hard. I hear him in the other room, talking to it. I think he’s named it “Baby Bluey”.

Way less snow today. I thought I was going to have a very full day (no prep periods, plus on duty at lunch, = Louise in a frazzle by the end of the day because she hasn’t had a chance to pee yet); however school was delayed an hour because of the roads, and then it turned out that one of my classes was on a field trip, so things were a bit easier.
Then I got home, and Rob had cooked a delicious dinner (chicken cacciatore) which we shared before I took him to work.
Then off to the gym, and here I am at home again, trying to watch Big Brother.
Also, yes today’s V-day. Happy Valentine’s Day to you, I hope you have a good one. I made a little Valentine card for Rob and he made me supper, and tonight when he gets home from work we will hug. Valentine’s is not a huge deal for us because we just kind of love each other every day, we don’t need a specific day for it.

Today is also my mom’s birthday (she’s 61!). Yay Mom!

It’s not the worst day of my life but I am grumpy now.

Schools were closed at 1 pm today because of the weather. I got home at around 3:00. Rob and I hung around until it was time for me to drive him to work. He asked me to pick up a few things at the store on the way home.
First I wanted to stop at the gym. I got there, and it was closing (usually it’s open til 8 pm). I moved on to the grocery store, and lo, it was closed, too.
I made my way home. Just as I turned on to our street, a snowplow went by, dumping 2 feet of snow at the entrance to our driveway. Great. So I parked on the side of the road and got to shovelin’. I’m still not feeling tip top after, well, you know, that thing from last week (no elbow punches for me!) so it took me a long time and by the time I was finished, I was exhausted. See, because we got something along the lines of 35 cm. the other day, and today more snow plus freezing rain, so what I was shoveling was heavy.

And, just as I finished up and got into the car to put it in our driveway, the plow went by and filled in the driveway again.

This is when I decided to park in the hotel parking lot down the street. I walked home with freezing rain smacking me in the face. Stupid crappy weather.
*grumble*

With my apologies to Chris Onstad.

Original strip here although to fully understand what’s going on, you should start here.

Back to a common theme ’round these parts: my hairlessness. Please to skip this if you’re bored of it all.

When my hair all fell out at first, it all fell out. Including my eyebrows and eyelashes and leg hair and… yeah let’s stop there. But before that, when I only had spots (huge spots, but spots) of hair falling out, I had huge success re-growing it with a product called Triaxon.

Let me back this up a little. Triaxon is a hair care line that isn’t very well-known. Here in Canada, it’s mainly sold on the Home Shopping Channel. It consists of shampoos and conditioners and other products like hairsprays and mousses etc. but the part that I am talking about is a serum that you apply to the affected areas once a day.

I know that everyone is thinking “Okay, scam, if it was so great everyone would have heard of it by now”. I can’t say why they’re not better known. All I can talk to is the fact that, after I had used it for a few months, every spot on my head that was missing hair (and believe me, at that point I had huge bald spots all over my head) was re-growing it. I was finally able to wear my hair down, without having to resort to “painting” my scalp with brown mascara so that if the wind blew my hair, skin wouldn’t show and hairspraying it into a solid hair helmet. It was thick, strong, and most importantly, wasn’t falling out anywhere else.

Unfortunately, though, I ran out of Triaxon and didn’t have a way of purchasing more at that time, and after a few months all the hair that had grown back fell out, along with most of the rest of my hair. That’s when I started wearing a wig. It’s also when Rob first told me that he loves me, so it’s not all bad.

Anyway. I’ve been thinking (shaddup) and I think that since I now have some hair growing back (not enough, not yet) that I am going to directbuy some Triaxon and see what the results are. I’m not going to hold out too much hope, but hey, I may as well try.

Of course if it all grows in grey (I have no clue — it used to be reddish brown, when I had it… God knows what colour it would be now) my wigs will definitely not go into retirement.

This is mental. I hate being this sick. And I’m annoyed because I actually got the flu shot this year (paid for by my individual health insurance) and what? I’m still miserable. I stayed home yesterday, stayed home today, and will be staying home tomorrow. There is only so much laying on the couch one can take. There is only so much The View one can take (it’s been on for 10 minutes)(Elisabeth Hassebleck or whatever her name is, the blond one, got a phone call from Chelsea Clinton. Elisabeth didn’t take the call. She says she’d support Hilary Clinton if Hilary would change her policies. She’s very orange. Seriously. Her skin is orange). There’s only so much Perez Hilton one can take (Kirsten Dunst is in rehab! And Rosie O’Donnell wore the wrong shoes with her outfit!)
But I can’t do anything else. Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
I’ve been sleeping alot, but I think my body is all sleeped-out. Very weird to hear that, I know, considering who I am, but it’s all I’ve been doing. And the worst part? I’m barfy and everything. But in between the barfing, I’m starving. Like my body’s all “Hey put something in this belly so I can throw it out of you again!”
Anyway. Whine whine whine. It’s all I ever do. How are you all doing?

I’ve had some flu-like symptoms all week, probably since Friday or Saturday. Today I decided to stay home, because honestly? I thought I was gonna mess my pants yesterday at work and that’s not dignified. I’ve been feverish anyway, and throwing up, so staying home and feeling sorry for myself was my best course of action.

And then I found out that two friends have been diagnosed with different types of cancer. And that another friend’s father, who had been a construction worker, is pretty much down to his last days, due to mesothelioma (cancer caused by asbestos exposure). And that a young girl I know lost her father over the weekend, because his house still didn’t have power back after the ice storm and he got hypothermia and passed away before anyone had a chance to check on him.

Suddenly I don’t feel quite so sorry for myself.

I think they need to come up with some kind of computer program to keep track of her. Like, some kind of assisted living software. She could have a microchip implanted somewhere, and her ‘keepers’ could just track her down and use lasers or whatever to make sure she doesn’t show us her lady business anymore.

Okay. That’s my last time talking about her… today. I promise.

Oh, Miss Brit.
She’s been released from wherever it was they had her socked away (drug rehab? psychiatric ward? the ball room at McDonald’s?) again, after just a few days. LatteGirl and I were talking about this earlier today (I was probably not being very coherent because of something — I have the flu. Super barf explosions. Plus? After 5 months? My period decided to show up today, too. So let’s add cramps to the mix. Uh, sorry squeamish dudes) and we both agree that the girl really doesn’t have a chance. Not with the people around her who are around her. She’s been treated like a bank machine since she was a kid, and given whatever she wanted as long as she would keep makin’ the money, so now when people aren’t automatically saying yes to her every whim, she fires them and gets someone new. I don’t think she has ever known what it’s like to have someone truly care for her, without them also having their hand out for money. Don’t tell me her parents, because they’re on her payroll, too.

Anyway. As amusing as her downward spiral may be, it’s still awfully sad, too. No I’m not going to go the “LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE! SHE’S A HUMAN!” route; I definitely think she’s a grown woman and should be taking care of her damn self and kids– but I think that having grown up the way she did, her chances at being normal were severely limited.

I believe I have mentioned a few times on this Blog how I never wear a watch. I usually don’t need one, because there are always clocks around me (and besides, it ain’t time for nothin if I’m not there) but every now and then, having a watch would be useful. So today I went around the Internet looking at different types of watches. Chopard watches are pretty bitchin’, but I’m not paying $22000 for something I’d wear maybe twice or three times a year. I looked on eBay (my old standby) and there is a dude there selling a broken watch for $99998. Because it’s haunted.

Yeah.

Then I realized that I actually own a watch, a beautiful watch, that is neither broken, nor haunted. Rob got it for me for Christmas a few years ago. The end!