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  1. My Babies

    January 13, 2012 by Louise

    Gosh I just love them.

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  2. My rheumatism! Let me write about it. Because I’m an oldster!

    by Louise

    One of the perks of having been a figure skater for so many years is that I have tendinitis pretty much in every place you can get it. Most days/weeks/months it’s barely noticeable (except: right shoulder, left ankle). But for the past three or four days my entire body has been feeling like it’s been poked, twisted, and prodded unmercifully by… I don’t know. Aliens from the planet zafu? And they weren’t gentle about it.

    I’ve been doing some stretching, Rob’s been massaging me (I have the very best husband) and the ibuprofen has been playing its role. I’m hoping that some good sleep and continued stretchies (plus a generous amount of hot water bottle lovin’) will get me out of this horrible ime by the end of the weekend.

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  3. TRUST ME. YOU NEED THIS.

    by Louise

    The Fault In Our Stars. John Green. Buy it. Read it.
    Goddamn, John Green. Goddamn.

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  4. Wild and or Wanton

    by Rob

    Rob is here! Here to blog at your face!

    As much as I enjoy Pride and Prejudice, I’ve often found myself wondering what was Jane Austen’s problem. I mean, where is the sex? It’s a wonderful story, yes, most people think that. But nobody gets their leg over. That is so crazy! They’re all British! Everyone knows the Brits are massive perverts. Look at that Henry VIII guy – he had like 50 wives, and all his sex stuff was so dirty and gross he had James Bond chop off their heads so nobody would ever know…. His terrible secret. So terrible.

    So, yes, Pride and Prejudice without sex and nookie and makeouts is a most terrible idea. Luckily for us, an inspired author has seen fit to take that dry musty classic, and smear some old timey Spanish fly all over it, so everyone gets all het up and bursts out of their petticoats so Darcy can motorboat them.

    It’s a real thing! Look here and be amazed.

    Personally, I’m quite happy that one of English literatures defining classics has be re-written to include dirty parts. It opens up a whole new field for me. Yes constant reader, I am going to dip my toe into these tepid bacteria infested waters, and take old stories and insert completely unnecessary bits of tawdriness into them. It’s a sure fire money maker. Observe!

    Fagin stayed his hand from laying a 6 pack of whupass on old Oliver twist. Much as he enjoyed hitting people with sticks, he knew he could put Olivers talents to work in much better ways.

    “Oy, Oliver, here’s a fiver. Head down to the corner shop and get me a pack of ciggies and a nudie magazine, I needs me a wank. Oh and a box of tissues!”

    See, classy stuff. Louise and I talked about it last night, and we also came up with some scenarios involving dudes getting wuthered on the moor, and as well some frightfully erotic bits with someone being tickled and tantalized with a bulrush.

    Ugh, sarcasm over. MOST TERRIBLE IDEA EVER! WHAT THE HELL WORLD!!!!!!

    As pandering and terrible as the idea of the Wild and Wanton series is, it gave me 20 minutes of silly jokes I could make last night to make her smile. Which really, is my #1 job.

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  5. Pedagogy

    by Louise

    As I stare at the piles of marking that are left to me, I’m thinking perhaps this might become a method I should try ;)

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  6. swim fan

    by Louise

    The first people I ever knew who had their own swimming pool were my aunt and uncle. I was about 6 years old, and we were visiting Quebec for a few weeks, as we did about every other summer. We were staying with my mom’s sister’s family.

    They had a pool! In their backyard! That was… wow. I was used to the ocean. A POOL? Your own personal ocean – RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR HOUSE? It was like the epitome of glamour to us. My brother, sister, cousins, and I basically just wanted to spend all day, every day in the pool. Which was fine with my aunt and uncle, and for the most part okay with my parents, too.

    I guess it was cheaper than taking us out and doing touristy things but man, I was OBSESSED with that chlorinated, above-ground gem. My Dad offered to take us to the lake. “NO WAY. THE POOL!” “What about the waterpark?” “THE POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLL”.

    They had one of those pool nets that they would put over it at night… and at 6:00 every morning I would be waking my parents up because they were adults and were strong enough to roll that sucker off the top. “Is it time yet can I go in the pool I don’t need breakfast no I don’t wanna get dressed I’m already in my swimsuit that’s all I need okay I’ll eat some toast but is it time to go in the pool yet?”

    Gawd I was annoying. I spent two weeks pruney and my hair turned green, but it was one of the best summers of my life.

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  7. My day! It is done!

    by Louise

    (sort of). Long day. Long, LONG day. Day when I was (finally, after not having any his week) supposed to have a prep period but no.

    Ugh. I’m gonna start another post. This one is just a grumpy one and that’s silly.

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  8. shiiiny

    by Louise

    When I was a kid, I was ALL abut the bling. I wanted to be a pretty pretty princess (or a mermaid) and I thought that for that, I needed tons and tons of jewels (real or plastic, didn’t matter, as long as it was shiny). I had an extensive dress-up chest made up of fairy costumes (made from old curtains) and other disguises, as well as my mom’s and older sister’s cast-off costume jewelry. It was SOOO the best.

    Today… I don’t know. I mean, I love the look of jewelry and I feel like I might like to wear it, but aside from the titanium accessories that I wear on my left ring finger (have I mentioned that my brother made Rob’s and my wedding bands?), I don’t do a whole lot of jewelry wearing. Mainly because I don’t know what goes with what.

    Man, when I was a kid I would just pile on EVERYTHING I OWNED and let the world figure it out. Maybe I should get back to that.

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  9. Well.

    by Louise

    That kind of… sucked. And I ended up having to get Rob up anyway to help me back the car out of the driveway (I have no sense of spatial recognition and would probably end up backing it into a snowbank and becoming stuck beyond help. Hey, it’s happened before).

    At least Doozer had fun – he enjoys it when the snow is taller than he is. He bounds around like a little spring-loaded fool.

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  10. I’m a great wife

    by Louise

    We had a storm last night. And the snow outside is up to my knees. The snowfall has ended, there’s no wind, and we’re supposed to get freezing rain or rain (depending on the temperature) later. School isn’t cancelled (not even delayed!) so before my shower, I’d better get to shoveling out the driveway.

    And this is where the “good wife” part comes in: Today’s Rob’s day off. Instead of waking him up and making him put on the awesome lowa renegade boots that his dad gave him (his dad got them for free, and then they didn’t fit him), I’ve suited up, and am on my way out to flounder through the snow and hopefully not kill myself with a shovel, while he sweetly slumbers in our oh-so-comfortable bed (which I miss very, very much).

    THEN I’ll shower, get dressed, and go to work.

    (PS – Rob is a great husband, too. Have I listed the many ways lately? Probably not. Have to get on that).

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