I am watching The 40 Year Old Virgin. It’s funny. I’m at the chest-waxing part and… yikes. Wow. Why am I finding someone else’s pain so hilarious?
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To my 4 loyal readers:
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We need to get maintenance into our house at some point, soon. Either that, or learn plumbing (plumbery?). Our bathroom faucets (which are very utilitarian, by no means Price Pfister calibre) keep getting stuck. Like, we don’t have a leak, we have a… complete flow. Running water at all times. This has been going on for a couple of hours now and I have never peed so many times in one night;) Rob managed to fix it once a few weeks ago when it started doing this, but I have a feeling this is something that’s gonna need professional attention.

A bunch of my students are planning for their out-of-province band trip. It’s a big deal for them; they’ll be away for two days and they’ll be staying in some kind of condo hoteldealio. They’re so so excited about planning who is sharing what room, what clothes they’re going to bring, what movie they’re going to go see on IMAX… I think the actual band part is secondary (tertiary? yeah probably) at this point. One of them came to me to see if she could get her homework for those two days. I told her that I wouldn’t be giving any, and she said “Oh, good. Thanks. Yeah, I wouldn’t have done it anyway, but I wanted you to think I was a good student”.

SPRING FEVER PEOPLE.

My brother’s family moved into our neighbourhood this weekend. Reason being: The house that they own is about an hour and a half away from here. My brother has worked here, thus has been spending three hours driving every day, for five years. His wife very recently got a job up here, too – so now she, too, is spending three hours in the car (my brother works from 5 am – 2 pm, she works from 9 – 5; there was no carpooling option for them). Add to that the fact that they have two little boys, ages 2 and 4, who they had to get to/ pick up from a babysitter, and it just wasn’t working. I mean they were spending at least five hundred dollars a month on gas. So they have put their house up for rent/sale, and are renting a house down the street for us. It’s bigger than the house they had, and costs them less than what they were paying for their mortgage and their rent.

What does the title of this post have to do with anything? Their oldest son (I can’t believe I announced his birth on this site four years ago… weird) is like, a HUGE fan of Rob’s. On Sunday morning they came over so my brother could check his email. In walks little G, and says “WHERE IS NUNCLE ROB?” “He’s asleep”. “Wake him up!” “No, no.” So he hung around for a bit, then was Quite Ready to Go, especially since Nuncle Rob wasn’t around. Later the same day I went to bring them over some DVDs and a few other things; as soon as I walked in Little G (and very quickly echoed by Little D) started again with “WHERE IS NUNCLE ROB?” “Oh, he had to stay home.” “Can we call him up? He can come over here!”

It’s kind of funny, because they don’t really crawl all over him or anything when he’s around – but apparently when they’re getting their birthday invitations ready he’s the first on their list.

Of course I’m going to be calling him Nuncle Rob for the next… oh, two weeks. Non-stop. He’ll love it.

… our neighbours are outside revving their motorcycle engines. It’s kind of funny actually. They’re in their late 40s, early 50s, very religious, quiet, super-friendly, with two tiny little frou frou dogs (I believe a Papillon and a Shih-tzu). And yet, they have these two gigantic Harley-esque bikes that they’ve just unearthed from their shed, along with their golf shoes and clubs and Nativity set (I think the Nativity set is going back in, though).

Anyway. They’re great neighbours. However, I am a sleepy girl who has been going to sleep by 8:30 most days this week, so they’d better tune it down by then or I will be out there asking them to shut it up.

Who am I kidding – I will not. I’ll put a pillow over my head and live with it. But I can sure act tough on my blog.

I’m in the midst of knitting a pair of socks. Socks haven’t been my favourite thing to knit (I get bored) but this pair is going pretty quickly. Of course the lighting in here isn’t great so I’ll have to stop soon and go get my head lamp (I use one of these). I’m sure I’m going to look wonderful… bathrobe, slippers, head lamp, bald head, knitting. Very very attractive.

I’m cheap. Cheap, cheap, cheap. One quarter Scottish, after all

My footwear is pretty beat-up right about now. I know, I know, I should buy shoes that cost a bit more than $19.99 (these Naot shoes come to mind), and not wear them every single day for 8 hours per day but that’s what I do.

Anyway. I have two pair of shoes at the moment that I wear on a regular basis – one black, one brown. The black ones are literally starting to fall apart (I had to use a piece of sello tape on the insole the other day!). And because none of the stores around here had anything that I liked, I went on eBay and looked around. And got two pair of shoes for ten bucks. They should arrive sometime soon. Until then Scotch Tape and I are BFF’s.

Spring is sort of here, which means that it’s been (slightly) warmer out, so we’ve been keeping the heat down in the house, and most of the windows have been open, as well.
My problem is that when I go to bed at night, it’s still pretty warm. But by about 1 or 2 am, I’m freezing. Therefore, our bed is all layered – a bunch of blankets (at the beginning of the night I’m under a sheet, by the middle of the night I’m bundled up like crazy), plus I wear flannel pjs and a tuque (not exactly bridal lingerie).

I’m sure Rob is overcome with lust when he sees me.

Another long week. A good week, but a long week. Let’s see…

Got evaluated on Wednesday. Haven’t had the follow-up meeting yet, but I think it went fairly well. Except that just as I was explaining the activity that we were gonna do, one little girl got up and barfed all over the floor in front of where the principal was sitting. AWKWARRRD! Thank the lord for disposable gloves.

Have been getting all “involved” in this website It’s a social networking site (like Facebook or MySpace), but it’s geared toward baldies like me. I’ve been a member for two weeks, and already I have learned about better places to buy wigs, treatments that have actually worked for some people, where to get eyebrows tattooed if I ever need that again… okay so to the plebes (ha ha) it may not seem all that interesting but for someone who has been dealing with this and feeling completely alone for years, I finally feel like I 100% belong somewhere.

Addicted to Celebrity Fit Club (new addiction – Screech = Douchebag of the World) and Are You Being Served (very old addiction).