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February 17th, 2010

It’s really gross out – therefore I remain in my pajamas, marking tests and watching TV. Well, sort of watching. I didn’t notice that the TV was on an hour-long infomercial for some type of acne scar removal cream until Rob came out of his man-cave to tell me to either change the channel or turn it all the way off. So I watched Grey Gardens one and a half times, and am now enjoying the heck out of Gabriel Byrne.
I always have enjoyed Gabriel Byrne. Even though he’s about the same age as my dad (please no reading anything into that, gross) and even when he played an ass-kicking priest. Now he’s playing a messed-up therapist, and I just enjoy him very much.

Oh – the dogs. When we housetrained them, we always took them for walks. Neither of us likes the idea of just putting them out in the backyard on their own (helicopter dog-parents? Possibly). So now, they won’t go to the bathroom without at least 5 minutes of walking having happened. This is fine, except that it is freezing and blowing snow at my face. Dog-walking outfit: Rob’s coat + my coat + ski mask + gloves + mittens + scarf + boots + 2 hoods up + pajamas. It drives the dogs crazy to have to wait for me to put all that on but if they know what’s good for them, they wait, because otherwise they’re not going anywhere (unless it’s Rob’s turn. He’s all tough. he just throws on his hoodie and shoes and off they go).

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February 16th, 2010

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February 16th, 2010

My sister-in-law has been going to these exercise classes lately and has been encouraging me to go with her. She’s tiny, but completely out of shape… except that now that she’s been going to fitness class, she can walk for 20 minutes without getting out of breath. Now, generally I hate exercise classes. I’ve gone before, and I don’t enjoy being the Fat One at the back of the room (or even worse, at the front of the room where people can see me) but this one might be different. The instructor is one of the more inspiring weight loss success stories
I’ve seen: She started doing these classes about five years ago, when she weighed over 290 pounds. Over the course of a year, she lost about 140 pounds. She’s the mother of one of my students and I’ve seen the transformation she’s made.
The only thing that kind of makes me feel reluctant is that I don’t like to be wigless in front of my fellow teachers, and a lot of them go to these classes.
I know I have to get over myself and just commit, but it’s a tough thing to do sometimes.

(also – if you’re the type of person who believes in luck, wish me luck. I know I just came off a three-day weekend, but they’re announcing a possible snowstorm for tomorrow and I still have a fever. It would be great if school were closed and I didn’t have to use a sick day).

House plans

February 15th, 2010

Sometime this Spring, there is going to have to be a trip to Staples, or some other store with office furniture. I’ve warned Rob, so that he can be prepared… although I’m not sure if he’ll ever fully endorse this. His office chair is getting pretty long in the tooth and I’m so sick of looking at it. The arms are broken, the seat is stained (due to an incident wherein my nephew left a Fudgesicle on it, and we went to the beach for the day, returning to find the seat stained with some rather unfortunate brown splotches), and although he says it’s comfortable… well, I don’t quite believe it. Seriously, if this chair were a horse it would be a bottle of Elmer’s by now. I think I’ll probably need to drug him on the actual day.

Other plans: on March break, I would like to clear everything out of the second bedroom. We had intended it as a baby’s room when we first moved in. Now I’m thinking I can have my own little craft room/office which could also serve as a guest room. We could spend $100 at Walmart or Zellers on a futon, and we already have a desk and all the storage that I need in there. I’ve the fabric to make curtains for ages, so I just need to get off my butt and set up a craft room so that I have a place where I can do that.

Hmm. That means I’ll probably have to get myself an office chair of some sort, too.

GREAT SUCCESS

February 15th, 2010

It’s a well known fact that February is the shortest month – and that it nearly always seems like the longest. Thus, the Powers That Be on our fair isle have decided to give us a holiday on the 2nd Monday of the month. This means a short week, a vacation the day after Valentine’s. Which is good, because after my post yesterday I basically spent my day in the most unromantic of ways. At one point we went over to my parents’ and gave Mom her birthday gift. My sister in law had bought a cake so we had some of that (I must say, store bought cake, especially heart-shaped store bought cake with that terrible plastic-tasting icing is about as pleasant as a colon cleansing). My nephews showed us how awesome they are at playing Wii stuff. Then we came home and I spent the rest of the day laying on the couch whining to Rob about my fever. Eventually I went to bed. I used my cellphone to call him (I was in the bedroom. He was in the livingroom) and demand a glass of water. It was such a romantic Valentine’s Day, you wouldn’t believe.

Today I’m hoping to sleep off the rest of this headache and get some laundry done for tomorrow. Maybe make the lasagne I was hoping to make for yesterday’s romantic Valentine’s meal. You never know!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

February 14th, 2010

Rob and I are both kind of sick so I was asleep by 8:30 last night (woke up at 9 this morning). He’s still in bed right now. So far this morning I’ve had breakfast (cashews and grapes – probably not the most balanced meal), done some laundry, and cleaned out the medicine chest (no need for those prenatal vitamins I bought last year in a fit of hopefulness… also no need for the extra-super-expired box of prophylactics that someone gave us as a joke at our wedding shower. Please do not think about any of this). Right now I’m pondering whether I should go for a nap (very tempting, although it’s only 11 am) or over to my Mom’s to bring her her birthday gift. These dogs and their snuggling are making the nap look very, very tempting:

:D

February 13th, 2010

In response to yesterday’s post, I have received 6 spam comments for hormonal acne cures. Yeah. I think I might be hormonal enough. I bawled all the way through the Olympic opening ceremonies last night (it sort of miffed me that people were referring to the totem poles as giant penises. ). This morning I woke up and came downstairs, put the dogs out, did whatever… then next thing Rob knew I was crawling back into bed with him, crying for about half an hour. He just hugged me and tried to figure out what was wrong and just went with it when I said I didn’t know. Once I’d cried myself out, I slept for a few hours and woke up feeling cold-and-flu-ish so that is probably that.

Now I must go – Rob is looking at the TV guide listings and is pointing out that there’s a movie being billed as “Cloudy with Meat”. I know it’s not a porno, but the title sure sounds… meaty.

Make it a Spamburger hamburger!

February 12th, 2010

I’ve been complaining for ages on this blog about how I’m getting wrinkles and zits at the same time and how it’s unfair. Seriously 100% unfair. One or the other, or maybe, hopefully, once in awhile, neither. Not both at once. Both at once is NOT FAIR.
It turns out that posting about this stuff isn’t a good idea when the spambots are about. Between yesterday and today, I have received 19 comments on various whiny posts singing the praises of tretinoin cream (apparently it gets rid of pimples and wrinkles all at once). I haven’t let those comments through my comment moderation (and I pretty much let EVERY comment through… I get so few that I have very low standards) because they’re all from people named “xfodfijjkeafdx” and “nepaboiaejfkd”.

I’m not racist or anything but those dudes are not invited to my pizza party.

February 11th, 2010

I am writing this during my break because I had to get it written down before I forgot it.

This week is Winter Carnival week at my school. All week they’ve been having lunchtime activities (soccer against the teachers, an “odd couple” contest where the girl dresses as a boy and the boy dresses as a girl, today is the “duct tape a class member to the wall” competition).

Tomorrow is a full day of outdoor activities – skiing, tobogganing, etc. There’s also indoor stuff like swimming and bowling. For people who aren’t “sporty”, we’ll be showing a movie here in the library and they can go sit there all day. Every kid at school has to be signed up for an activity.

One of the girls in my class broke her arm earlier this week. So she can’t do the skiing, she can’t do the swimming, she basically can’t do any of the activities aside from sit in the library and watch that movie where Nicolas Cage runs around and looks for something. She told me this morning “I signed up for the movie but I think I’m going to stay home. My mom said it was okay. I can watch a movie at home, and at home I have my couch and my Snuggie.”
“That’s certainly an option, N.”

“Madame, you know how people think that Snuggies are dumb? And they say that they’re just a backwards bathrobe?”

“Uh huh…”

“I don’t think that’s true. Snuggies are the world’s best invention! It’s more than just a blanket… I can’t live without it! It’s a relationship!”

I love 13-year-olds. SO much.

absence makes the heart grow fonder, fondness makes the absence longer

February 5th, 2010

Good Lord, bring on the weekend.
Rob and I haven’t had a conversation that lasted more than 25 minutes all this week. Don’t worry, it’s not like he’s leaving me and has been out looking for apartments for rent. He’s working. I leave for work in the morning at 7:30 am. I get home no earlier than 4 pm. He leaves for work at 3 pm – meaning we don’t see each other until I go to pick him up at 9:30 pm. By which point I’m fairly sleepy, so we chat for a couple of minutes and I go to bed. He can’t go to sleep right after work (too wired) so he comes to bed at around midnight or 1. In the morning, I wake up, shower, and get ready, then I go talk to him while he’s still in bed. We exchange emails through the day, once he wakes up, and that’s about all the contact we have.
Yesterday was his day off, but I had parent-teacher interviews so I was at school from the usual time in the morning until a little past 9 last night. Got home, was exhausted, same old grind. Rob will be working all day on Saturday, which kinda sucks, but he’s out at 5:30 so we at least get to hang out from then til bedtime.

Oh! And I got home last night to find a dozen roses waiting for me. No wonder I want to spend more time with him!

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