I can’t believe it’s been since Monday… okay, well, only 5 days, but still. I have always journaled, since I was 14 years old, and tend to write down every little thing that comes in my head. So yeah, my blog’s the same way, and I bet it’s probably pretty boring to most. I like having it, though.

Okay. So, here’s what’s been going on. Monday and Tuesday we had snowstorms, which meant schools were closed. On Wednesday I was back to work, but then on Thursday I had to take the day off for another appointment with my RE (she explained the results of my HSG last month and what will be happening after I visit the surgeon in May, what the surgery will entail and all that. I’m not quite ready to talk about all that here though because I’m still processing it). I worked again on Friday. So… two days working with kids this week. I don’t know how I’ll handle next week, with five full days… in fact I think the government should mandate two-day work weeks now.

Seeing as it’s just about March now, maybe all these storms are on their way out (we are supposed to have something on Sunday/Monday/Tuesday but who knows). I’m watching True Blood right now (great Saturday morning viewiing!), and we will be making fajitas today.

Yup, definitely nothing interesting in this post. Hope you were able to slog through!

I’m going to try and be more positive now, because blaaaaah I hate when I’m so cranky.

1- My cold sores are starting to go away! I can probably kiss my husband sometime! Yay!

2- I have discovered that I really like the show Scrubs. I have never seen an episode before. So that’s good.

3- Our car is unstuck now. It took a few hours and Rob slipped and fell down like, four times (we need to get him some boots with grips on them) but it’s no longer firmly wedged into the driveway.

4- My friend is going to New York this summer (she and her husband have New York Yankees tickets) and has secret plans to take pictures that will make her look like she’s climbing the Empire State building and such. I love that my friends think it’s fun to pretend they’re Godzilla. Oh crap, I think I just outed her secret plans. Unless they’re not that secretive.

5- At least my Special Visitor is not causing me any cramps whatsoever. This is a first in my entire life.

6- Lasagne!

I’m not going to make it to 10 so that’s all I have to say.

I’m a little grumpy right now.
Well, very grumpy.
Things bothering me:
1) It snowed forever last night. Now our van is stuck in our driveway and our shovel is somewhere under the snow. The neighbours (who share a driveway with us but somehow have NO SNOW on their side wtf) loaned us their shovel but after an hour of fighting with the snow and slipping and re-injuring the knee he hurt last month, Rob has come back inside to regroup. F you, snow.
2) People who I have specifically asked not to read this blog are reading this blog. I realize it’s out there in public but if I’ve said to you “Hey, please respect me enough to not read this”, you promise not to, and I’m still seeing your IP, you might want to re-think what family means to you. F you, boundary-disrespecting peeps.
3) My Special Visitor was late. Late enough that it got our hopes up. But this morning? There it was. F you very much, Special Visitor.

About a week ago I got what I thought was a pimple above my mouth. Fine. Oh! Except it turned out to be a cold sore. I haven’t had a cold sore in quite a few years (I usually can feel it if there’s one coming on, and I either do the trick that mainja taught me – applying ice right away as soon as I feel the tingle – or I apply a lot of pressure, and it just goes away). So instead of on my lip, where they’re less noticeable and totally cover-up-by-lipstick-able, it’s midway between my lips and my nose. And it’s not HUGE but it feels huge. And crusty. And disgusting.

The fun doesn’t end there, though! I’ve had super-chapped lips all this week, despite using this, and this, and this, to no avail, PLUS drinking between 1.5 and 2L of water per day as usual. I woke up this morning and guess what? ANOTHER GROSS COLD SORE HAS APPEARED. This time right on the Cupid’s Bow, of my top lip sort of making me look like I’ve undergone some really unwise collagen injections. And they are painful. And ugly. And I hate them. Fortunately I’m not up to this level yet, but I’m also not married to the richest man in the universe. Which is good, because I like our couch, and I don’t need anyone jumping on it, thank you very much.

This has not been a good face month. Well, any more than usual.

No, I haven’t been partaking of the ganja ganga (seeing as how I can’t spell it, that’s probably a good thing). But it’s near midnight and I am a chocolate monster. A week or so ago Rob had gotten me a dark chocolate mint bar. I had a square or two at the time, but that was about it. Tonight? Nom nom nom. It’s midnight and I am like “CHOCOLATE NOW PLS OK THANKS!”. It should come as no surprise that a Special Visitor is due to arrive on Sunday. Oh, the Special Visitor, bane of my existence.

Edit: Damage control – Three squares left on my chocolate bar. Here’s the kind it was. Farewell, sweet organic chocolate. You served me well.

My back has been really sore the past few days. I’m not sure if there’s a correlation between my sore back and the fact that I’ve been in a coma by 8 pm each night the past few nights; if that’s so maybe we should look into getting a sleep number bed because I don’t plan on giving up my sleep and apparently those are easier on your back. Although I worry about those beds. I’d have my side all cranked up to 90000 hardness, and Rob’s side would be all smooshy. So if I rolled over, I’d fall off my side into the quicksand of Rob’s! It would be like a bouncy castle! Actually wait, that kind of sounds like fun.
Anyway. I was talking to a friend earlier and she said that she’d been having acupuncture since August and her chronic back pain has disappeared. My pain isn’t chronic (two days doesn’t count as chronic, does it?), but I was just wondering – has anyone else reading this done acupuncture? Did it work for what you were hoping it would? Do the needles hurt? Not that I mind that part because I don’t mind needles. Information, s’il vous plait.

So, today I have a curriculum meeting. It’s not that I don’t enjoy these, but… I’d just rather be doing my actual job. It always takes me forever to get stuff ready for a sub, because around here subs don’t have to have a degree – if they went to community college for one year and didn’t pass a class, they can still add themselves to the sub list – so I can’t always count on them to know what I’m talking about in my plans (not that ALL subs are like this – but I’ve had a couple do completely the wrong thing and I’ve had to re-teach everything). Luckily the person I called is finishing up her B.Ed so she knows what’s going on. Plus most of the day my classes are working on projects they’ve already started, or doing a test.
Oh! The test! I spent an hour after work yesterday making a test. I tried to save the test on my hard drive. Well, the hard drives at work must be tiny, because it was all like “Hey your hard drive’s full! You can’t save that here!” (I have literally 9 files on there. They’re not that big. One PowerPoint, three tests, a letter, and 4 question sheets). I finally got the bright idea to save it on Google Docs but seriously? Something needs to be done about the tech stuff there.
And now I’m starving and I have to leave in 20 minutes and I need a shower so off I go!

Rob and I love the TV series “Planet Earth”. Richard Attenborough hosts, and I mean, look at it! It is just a beautiful, beautiful show.

That being said, when Rob showed me this today, I nearly peed myself laughing.

I had the longest weekend. Thursday and Friday were snowstorms and freezing rainstorms, so there was no school. Yesterday was Valentine’s Day, which, we’re not huge on VD around here but we snuggled and watched a movie and had a delicious meal.

About half an hour ago, our doorbell rang. Now, our doorbell has been broken since this summer, so that was a bit if a surprise. And what was even more surprising? Was that there was no one at the door, and the bell (I guess I should say buzzer) kept buzzing for the next six minutes, until Rob went into the basement and disconnected it. I personally am convinced that the bird did something to it while it was down there last week. So.

The broken not-working doorbell? We reported this to the property manager back in August. Still not fixed. So I’m kind of apathetic about reporting the super-buzzing buzzer, because it would just be another thing for him to ignore.

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