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September, 2009

  1. It’s only Tuesday.

    September 29, 2009 by Louise

    So I feel like I’ve been run over ten times and have left most of myself on various truck grills. I actually went to work today and about halfway through homeroom I realized that there was no way I was going to make it through the day. Luckily I had a prep first thing after homeroom so we got on the phone and found a substitute. Came home after getting some new medication, and still feel kind of crappy but there’s no way I’m taking a third day off in the first month of the year. No. Way.

    On a lighter note, I did take advantage of today to get a bunch of marking done, plus I chose a Hallowe’en costume. So all is not lost.


  2. black tie optional

    September 27, 2009 by Louise

    One night a few weeks ago, Rob came to bed (I was already asleep) and put his arms around me. And I apparently said something about “my tuxedo”. “Your tuxedo?” He was confused. I was, according to him, quite exasperated that he didn’t already know about my tuxedo, and admonished him sternly. “I can’t believe I have to tell you about my tuxedo! Jeeze!”

    Yeah, I don’t know.


  3. Puppy Update

    by Louise

    They’re four months old now, and they’re pretty great guys.

    They usually go to sleep at about 10 or 11 pm, and wake up at 6 or 6:30. The past few days, though, they’ve been waking up between 4 and 4:30 am, which makes me crazy because I want to sleep, but they want to pee! We’ve figured out, though, that it’s because the next-door neighbours are getting up for work or whatever and banging around outside. *I* don’t hear them when I’m sleeping, but the dogs do, and they get up. I’m thinking it’s time to sound-proof their crate, or to move it to a different location (I can’t really think of anywhere else to put it though).

    They are 100% fully housetrained now – or, rather, they have us fully trained. They don’t actually go to the back door or anything, but Doozer will go into the kitchen and bark (usually at the stove) when he needs to go. Sprocket goes and sits beneath the living room window, staring at us. If he’s desperate, he’ll let go a little “woof!” but that’s about it. We did discover, a couple of weeks ago, that Doozer was being sneaky. I had a dollar store rug beside the back door, to put our boots on in the winter. It’s one of those black absorbent kinds, meant for soaking up the snow or whatever. We had noticed that Doozer wasn’t asking to go out as often as Sprocket was, and we couldn’t figure out why… until one day Rob walked into the kitchen and saw him having a little pee on the rug. Luckily there were no shoes or boots on it at the time, but Rob lifted the rug and it was very… heavy. Guess who had decided that the boot rug was now his own personal pee pad? Yeah. Now there are no rugs within his reach and he hasn’t peed inside the house in weeks (that we’ve found. If it turns out he’s been peeing in my winter boots then I’ll be upset).

    I have taken to calling them “Fatso” as a little joke. Now don’t get on me for hurting their feelings. They don’t know what it means (and hey, it’s better than some people I know, who call their dog ‘Asshole’ as his full-time name). They’re not fat, either so it’s uh… it’s like calling a bald guy Curly or a huge guy Tiny, right? Anyway. I’m pretty sure they’re pretty much as big as they’re gonna get – Sprocket is 10 lbs, and Doozer is about 9. They look kind of big, because of all their fur, but when we give them a bath, they’re teeeeeeny.

    Speaking of their fur – I’m thinking it’s time to take them to a groomer soon. I love the way they look right now, and don’t want them to get a haircut, per se – I just want their eyes, feet, and ears done. The only thing is that I’m having a hard time finding a groomer around here. And I’m not sure how they’ll react to it, anyway. Because Sprocket will let me brush him forever (unless there’s something he’d rather do more, then he’s like “Okay that’s it I’m leaving” and walks away). Doozer seems to be afraid of the brush and bites at it. I’ve done everything they say to do to get him used to it, including giving treats and so much praise it’s unbelievable, but he still just plain hates it. He never bites *people* – he doesn’t even make contact with the brush – but I don’t want a groomer thinking he’s some kind of vicious dog. It’s weird because he’ll let me do anything else – comb his face, cut his nails- but he sees that brush coming and he’s like “OH NOOOOOOOOOOO!”. And even then – about once a week he just sits there and lets me brush him, without any of the drama.

    Sprocket doesn’t snore anymore (it was so cute!), but he still sleeps on his back (still cute!). They’ve been uh… how shall I say… “experimenting” these past few weeks. Okay, not experimenting. Humping. Not my leg, not Rob’s leg… but each other. I know it’s just an establishing dominance thing but still, I don’t like it and I make them stop. What is funny, though is that they don’t like… I don’t know how to say it. They don’t even get into any kind of proper humping position – one will just walk up to the other one, jump on his face, or his side, or his foot, and start humping away. And the other one is like “Huh? What are you doing?” and the humper is like “I DON’T KNOW!” and it’s kind of hilarious. Still, though, we’ll be getting them fixed when they hit six months (I’ve read online where some people recommend getting it done at three months but our vet won’t do it before six) and our neighbour will be sad because she still wants to breed her shih-tzu with them.

    They are napping on my feet right now, which is nice because it’s been freezing here lately and they are so warm, but sadly I shall have to push them off because I have a crapload of papers I need to correct (I’ve been laying around sick and coughing and putting it off for three days now). They are so cute and so good, though! Even though they hump and like to bite paper!


  4. More on clothes.

    September 26, 2009 by Louise

    I’m still not sold on the buying online thing. If the clothes don’t fit (because sadly, the best weight loss pills in the world wouldn’t help these thighs), I’m stuck with them, or else I’m stuck with mailing them back which costs me postage. Have I mentioned how cheap I am? I hate the thought of paying for shipping.

    Also it’s the whole thing where I would just be picking clothes all willy-nilly online, not having any idea if they matched or would look okay on me or anything. I want outfits. Mix and match outfits, yes, because I want to make the most of the money I spend, but actual outfits, not just a jumbled mass of clothing in all different styles, which is what I more than likely would end up with.

    AND the colours. I’m hopeless with colours. I would probably buy everything all in one shade and have it turn out that that shade actually makes me look like I’m about to throw up.

    It’s all very confusing. And it’s very much a first-world problem, I’m aware of that. “OMG I have $100 to spend woe is meeeee!” I fully realize that there are people out there who don’t have $20 to spend on clothes so this is what? An embarassment of riches? Not quite riches. An embarassment of $100, anyway.


  5. The Naked Empress

    September 25, 2009 by Louise

    I so admire people with style. People who can pick out outfits and know they’ll look good before they even try them on. Actually, I also admire people who can try on clothes and know whether or not they look good. I’d probably be out in public wearing something like this and not know that I was making a fool of myself. Wait, wait. That’s kind of not accurate – I always feel like I’m making a fool out of myself because I know that I have no judgment when it comes to clothes so I constantly think that whatever it is I’m wearing, it must be The Wrong Thing.
    Anyway.
    The other thing is that I’m Plus Sized (I had written a whole huge long paragraph here detailing WHY I’m plus sized, but guess what? It doesn’t matter. I just am). It is very, very difficult to find plus sized clothing around here. There are two choices: Walmart or Pennington’s. Walmart’s clothes are all either very tweeny or very old-ladyish and almost all look like someone took a Bedazzler to them, but at least they’re cheap (if I’m spending $100 on clothes I had better have at least five items in my cart). Pennington’s aren’t that much better, but it’s around $75 for one shirt. I refuse, absolutely REFUSE, to do that. I’ve tried eBay, which has worked fine for *some* things but not for others. Yes, I realize that What Not To Wear says to buy a few “classic” things and then you can wear the same clothes forever, but that’s never worked for me. And either the clothes I’m wearing are too cheaply made (probable) or I’m just way too hard on clothes (also probable), because I was looking through what I have right now and what’s wearable to work? Almost nothing. I have one long-sleeved shirt, one sweater, two pair of capri’s, a t-shirt (which, it’s getting colder and colder and I can’t get away with those for much longer) and a pair of pants (which needs hemming at the moment – I was wearing them last Spring and noticed that one leg had suddenly gotten much longer. The hem had let go. Damn Walmart clothes). I have one pair of shoes. They’re pretty good shoes, not Naot shoes by any stretch, just a pair of black Doc Martens mary janes, but still. One pair. Plus my sneakers.

    This will not do.

    But where to get clothes that don’t look foolish? As I said, there are very very few options when it comes to brick-and-mortar stores around here.

    But then Carrisa posted about how she spent $80 and got a buttload of really nice clothes on Old Navy’s website. I thought Wait! There’s an Old Navy here! Okay so it’s an hour and a bit away, but it’s still in the same province as me! and for a second I was happy. Super happy. EXTRA super happy. And then I remembered: They don’t sell plus sizes in the actual store. Whatever! That’s alright! I can order online! If stuff doesn’t fit I’ll just send it back! (in my thoughts, I exclaim alot).
    Eh, yeah. Not so much. Oldnavy dot CA (the Canadian website) has no option for buying online (unless there is and I missed it, in which case, let me know, so that I can feel like an idiot but then buy some damn pants).
    Next I tried registering at oldnavy dot com, and guess what? They wouldn’t let me. Because I live in Canada.

    So it looks like I will be wearing the same outfit five days a week all winter. Hopefully the kids don’t notice, or if they do, they just think it’s a new school-uniform thing, only instead of for students, it’s for teachers! And not all teachers, just me!

    Yeah, that’s the ticket.


  6. lookin’ good, not feelin’ fine.

    September 24, 2009 by Louise

    I’ve been coughing and hacking for a week now. I figured it was a cold, and that it would eventually go away. I usually get kind of sick at the beginning of every school year, with the germs and the enclosed space and all. Yesterday morning I started getting a headache. Coupled with the coughing by the afternoon it had developed into a migraine. I made sure to leave a really detailed lesson plan before going home for the day, just in case. Rob took one look at me as I walked in the door and he called the sub-line himself.
    I spent most of today vegging and coughing. The coughing is really bad, and I hate coughing because of the time I coughed so much with asthma that my lungs collapsed, so this afternoon Rob brought me to the walk-in clinic. The other two or three people in the waiting room were looking at me like “OH LORD SHE HAS SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE FLUUUUUUUUUU” and actually switched seats. Fine. Turns out I have an upper respiratory infection (I’ve had them before, but it’s been a few years). Antibiotics, took the day off for tomorrow, and I should be fine to go back to work on Monday.
    Is it convenient for me to take time off work? No. I always feel totally guilty about taking time off, but I figure that if I didn’t take this time I would have just gotten sicker and wound up in the hospital, so yeah. Two days beats two weeks, is how I’m looking at it right now.


  7. I am very proud of a bunch of people.

    September 20, 2009 by Louise

    My brother and his wife want to teach their children to be responsible, and although the boys are 5 and 4 years old, I think that their parents are doing a great job of it.
    At about this time last year, the oldest boy (he’ll be six in a month, so he was already in kindergarten at that point) started asking his parents for a Nintendo DS Lite. The younger brother, of course, immediately followed suit. It seemed that everyone at their daycare/kindergarten had a DS. One boy in the oldest’s class had had four in the time they’d known him, because everytime he lost or broke one, his parents bought him a new one right away.
    (I’m painfully aware that I’m not a parent so I can never know what it’s like, but I don’t think that just giving anything and everything to kids helps them to value their belongings. You have no idea how many iPods, cellphones, etc. are taken away in my school (dangit, kids, STOP TEXTING IN CLASS!) and never claimed again. Last year I asked one of my kids why her very expensive cellphone was still down at the office after a month – she said “Oh, I told Mom I lost it so she just bought me a new one”. )
    My brother explained to the boys that dropping over $100 for each of them to have a video game wasn’t in the cards. Their mom suggested that they start saving their money, and then they could buy their own. They sat down with them, explained that from now on they’d be receiving an allowance for doing chores around the house. They could put 25% of that for in a college fund (now I have to say that my brother and sister -in-law already have college funds set up for each of them but it doesn’t hurt to get the kids involved) and put it in the bank, 25% could be spent right away on whatever they wanted, and the remaining 50% would go into saving for their DS.
    The chores weren’t big things like mowing the lawn or re-shingling the roof – they had to make their own beds, pick up their own toys, take their dishes to the sink when they were done eating, and make sure the dogs had food and water. They got $1 for every year of their age every week. The older boy would sometimes decide that all he wanted to do was save all the money, and not use the 25% at the dollar store, so it all went into savings (invariably, whenever he did that, his younger brother wanted to do the same). They applied the same method to any money they got as gifts for birthdays or at Christmas. And finally, this past weekend, they had each saved up the $100+ dollars it would cost for a DS Lite.
    Unfortunately, there were no DS Lites anywhere on the Island. You wouldn’t believe how disappointed those two little boys were.
    My brother and Rob went to Moncton yesterday (they went to watch wrestling. Yes they did. The tickets were a) my brother’s birthday gift from his wife and b) my husband’s birthday gift from HIS wife) and when they were done watching sweaty, oily men hugging each other, they went to the Toys R Us in the mall – where they found two DS Lites on sale for $30 off regular price. My brother snatched them up, then with the money that was left over bought each boy a game. The boys were asleep by the time my brother got home last night, so they had no idea that their DS’s had been purchased. When they woke up this morning, their parents sat them on the couch and gave them their hard-earned games – and the look on their faces was precious (I’ve seen pictures. I wish I could share). The older one got on the phone right away and told me that HE bought a DS FOR HIMSELF! I told him that I wanted to come over and play a game sometime. He thought that was a great idea (“But not today because I want to play it all by myself today, okay Tante? Not today. Maybe you can come over tomorrow, okay? Bring your puppies with you!”)

    My sister-in-law put the photos up on her Facebook page. One of her friends immediately commented “Must be nice to be rich enough to buy two DS’s at once!”. The fact is that my brother’s family is not rich – not by a long shot. But they taught their children to save their money, and after a full year of working for it, these two little boys (just-turned-four and almost-six) have shown more financial responsibility than some adults I know. So hooray for those little boys, and hooray for their parents, who, in my opinion, have given their kids a gift that they will never outgrow.


  8. here is the post I meant to write, but got caught up with a vidyagame

    September 18, 2009 by Louise

    So last night Rob and I played the Game Which Shall Not Be Named. I managed to stay awake until about 10, and then headed upstairs. I read for awhile and fell asleep. Rob stayed up to put the dogs out at midnight, put them in their kennel, and followed me up to bed. He was reading on the bookreader (we have the poor man’s version of a Kindle) when he heard the dogs yapping away. Sure enough, they needed outside for one final pee. He took them out, they did their thing, he came back up, and was asleep by 2.

    We were blissfully sleeping away, me for five-ish hours, Rob for about 90 minutes, when I heard it. Whiny puppies. Not a normal “let me out of this kennel I want to have some fun times” bark/whine, which they gave up weeks ago when they realized that they don’t get the run of the house when we’re sleeping, but a “Oh my stars dude I gotta poop!” bark. I poked Rob. “What time is it?” “Huh?” “What time is it?” “What?”. By this time I had located the clock and recognized that it was 3:35 am. “Robbie… Robbie it’s not 4 yet and the dogs are barking. Do you think they will stop?” “What?” “Do you think that I should put them out?” “Who?” “The dogs! They need out!” “When?” (Seriously, when my husband is sleeping soundly, he becomes Vinnie Barbarino). I got out of bed and put them out. We walked all over the backyard for about 10 minutes and they both finally, you know, finished up. And of course now I was fully awake. At quarter to four in the morning. When I had to wake up in a little less than three hours.

    I do not like being awake when I should be sleeping. Especially when I know that I have to be up and about soon, and that me not getting at least 8 hours’ sleep means me barely being able to function. It fills me with this sense of dread and doom. I say stupid things to myself. “If I fall asleep RIGHT NOW I can still get a two and a half hours of sleep!” “If I fall asleep NOW I can still get two hours!” and so forth.

    I think I got about an hour and a half, for a total of probably about six and a half hours. Not quite the eight that would make me not loopy, but better than zero.

    Today was interesting at work. I got there and realized that I hadn’t brushed my teeth (luckily I have a bursh and paste in my desk), that my underpants were inside out, and that I hadn’t worn my shoes – I’d worn the flip flops I usually wear around the house.

    All in all, quite a successful day, fashion-wise. And somehow, I am still awake at 10:42 pm. But I can nap tomorrow! Unless these little weiners decide to rampage all over me again. Which I don’t mind, it was just odd.


  9. You and I have memories…

    by Louise

    Rob and I have been playing Rock Band: Beatles. Rob on guitar, me singing (because I can’t play guitar and uh… well… his singing… ahh… nothing good can come of me finishing this sentence). I love that game. I can’t help it. My father had me listening to Mean Mr. Mustard, Blackbird, and Maxwell’s Silver Hammer in the womb. My mother, who basically hates all English music except for Roger Whittaker (and mainly only likes Roger because he released some songs in French and did duets with Nana Mouskouri) LOVES the Beatles. She has a crush on Paul. Of course she does. I remember watching an episode of Mr. Dressup where Ernie Coombs dressed like and octopus and sang – you guessed it – Octopus’ Garden, with Casey and Finnegan dancing around in the background, dressed as (I think) a starfish and a seahorse. I saw Yellow Submarine before I was five – it was playing on the military base where we lived and I begged my dad to bring me back over and over again. I didn’t find out that John had been killed until I was seven (he was shot when I was four) – my parents hid it from me, knowing that I’d be traumatized if I found out that he was dead. When a neighbourhood kid made some weird joke about dead beetles, and I finally clued in, I cried for days. There’s (OBVIOUSLY) just something about the music that has followed me my entire life. It’s part of me. Look, I know that talking about why I like the Beatles is like talking about why I like chocolate cake. It’s good. I like it. Rob likes it too. Some people don’t but I can’t tell why.

    It follows, then, that we love the game – the graphics are beautiful, every song included is gorgeous, and you can tell that the game was made by people who love the music. It’s a tribute to a great band, not just a new way to cash in on their memory. Yoko Ono Lennon, Olivia Harrison, Paul and Ringo have actively promoted it, not just signed the permission form, but said “Yes, this is something we like, and here is our input”. Dhani Harrison worked with Harmonix to make the game. I think that it was a labour of love for many people. I’m pretty sure that we will never see George Harrison singing “You Give Love a Bad Name”.

    George was always my favourite Beatle. Getting to geekily pretend that I’m him (or in a band with him) makes me feel kind of rad.

    This post was going to be about a bunch of things – I never intended for it to become some sort of print ad for a video game – but I think that I’ll just leave it as it is.
    (more…)


  10. An update on my situation:

    September 15, 2009 by Louise

    I also forgot that this morning I came upon three of my 13-year-olds having a discussion about the best diet pills and whether they could buy them, legally, being that they’re 13. Eugh.

    Okay, update on my condition: I’m still awake. At 9:09 pm. I’ve taken the dogs out three times, have watched 3 episodes of Supernatural, and have been in my pajamas for two hours (where pajamas = a tshirt and underpants). This episode is almost over, though, and I am headed up then.

    Riveting, no?