Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Full disclosure

Okay, I'm publicly admitting it. I like country music. It all started about the end of last year when a radio station I really enjoyed (80s 90s and Whatever) switched to country overnight. My lazy ass refused to change my car presets so country it was. And what do you know? I liked it. I really kinda liked it.

To be honest, I was sneakily listening to country every so often since Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy by Big and Rich came out in 2005. I've had 2 or 3 country songs on my iPod playlist ever since.

One of my favourites has been Florida Georgia Line's Round Here. In the song, they mention Fireball Whiskey. After a while, my curiosity sent me to Google where I found out that it's cinnamon flavoured whiskey. My first instinct was along the lines of yuck and gross. Then today at the liquor store while waiting in line with my 3 bottles of wine (heh), I saw a mickey of the stuff. "What the heck?", I thought. I bought it.

All that to say that I found my new favourite drink. I may like it better than water. Don't judge me.


Notice how much I drank already. On a school night. Just sayin'

Monday, April 13, 2015

FINALLY a nice day, and this happens

I was dying (and I'm not kidding here... literally figuratively dying) to do stuff outside. I've been suffering from cabin fever from the months of freezing weather. Today the weather was glorious. Absolutely amazing after so many crappy, cold days. The forecast for today was to be 20C and all sun.

I was so excited. I got Scott to tune up my bike yesterday afternoon. I packed a knapsack and picked out my clothes before I went to bed. I went to sleep at 10 so I could be full of energy. I even went to my maps app and plotted my route. It would take 20 minutes it said. Perfect.

I like getting to work at around 8 to get my classroom set up for the day so I left this morning at 7:25. I put the school key in the front pocket of my bag so I could open the door. After all, I'd be there before everyone else. Right?

Wrong. The ride started off great but when I hit the bike path was when things took a turn. Or should I say went uphill. I swear the hill was 45 degrees and about a kilometre long. And you know how the most satisfying part of a hill is the down? Well not today. The down was about eight feet down to a red traffic light at the "bottom". Boo. The rest of the ride was at a steady upward grade that I could barely see but my legs and heart sure did. Plus it was on busy freaking streets because the path ran out. Ugh. And where the hell did that crazy wind come from?

By the time I got to work, I was sweaty and bedraggled. I was hot, tired and my legs were water. My heart was beating out of my chest and it took me 15 minutes to catch my breath. Oh and did I mention it was nearly 8:15? It was nearly 8:15. It took me over 45 minutes to go what takes 7 minutes in the car.

I spent the rest of the day whining and complaining about that ride and dreading the ride back. A parent even offered me a ride home and several co-workers (hi Chelsey and Heidi!) suggested I just leave the damned bike at work and bus it home, picking up the stupid thing tomorrow and throwing it in the back of the car.

But nope. I knew that the ride would be downhill most of the way (and it was actually kinda fun to ride the brakes nearly the whole way back) so I put on my big girl panties and went. It only took me 30 minutes this time and as I lay in the grass in my front yard, collapsed with exhaustion, I knew that this bike ride was never to be repeated.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Well, this happened.

I came on here ready to regale you with a humourous take on the time I got fired from my favourite job (besides teaching). I was the receptionist at a place that sold promo items like printed hats and pens. Then they started to ask me to do billing for which I was both unprepared and totally unqualified. I tanked and had to be escorted off the premises by a security guard. But not before I shamefully and tearfully whined and begged the boss not to fire me a month before Christmas. I was never, ever more humiliated than on that day. Anyway, that's beside the point.

The point is that I was thinking about that a lot today and wanted to share that with you. So I rushed home and sat down here at the computer then realized... that job loss was years ago. Maybe I mentioned it already. And sure enough I punched in "fired" in the search bar and there it was. So all that is to say that you now know everything there is to know about me. I have nothing new to say.

**Drops the mike**


(Oh and click here for the original firing post)

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Who has two thumbs festooned with rings?

This girl.

In fact, I have one thick ring on my left thumb (my mother's wedding ring) and four thin rings on my right. I often get questions about how I can bend my thumbs (um... just as easily as any other ring) and if I ever take them off (no). Recently I was asked when I started wearing them and I didn't even have to think about it for a second. I've had some sort of ring on either or both thumbs since 1985. I was inspired.

That was the year that Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome came out. Tina Turner looked amazing to me as an impressionable 18-year-old, and her character Aunty Entity was so freaking badass. She wore chain mail, had a wild wig, and she had a thumb ring. I copied the only thing I could. And that's the story.


Monday, March 30, 2015

I miss the tv olden days

Remember when we watched new shows all fall and winter? It was great to have new episodes for months without a break. Then the weather would get warmer and all you wanted to do was go out and play. And thanks to the network tv gods, you could do that because there was nothing on but repeats all summer long. Amazing.

Now there are so many new shows starting and finishing whenever they want, I can't keep it straight. For instance, The Walking Dead had its season finale last night and they haven't announced when it's coming back. I miss having only a short few months to wait to see who shot JR*. And some shows are even worse.

I loved Mad Men when it started. Then after the first few seasons they took a huge, ridiculous break... something like 2 years. Even though I loved the show, and this may be showing my age, but I couldn't remember what happened when the show came back. I couldn't get back into it and I abandoned it one episode into that new season.

Twelve weeks is long enough for my feeble brain to hold on to the threads of all the shows I watch. After 2 years, I've forgotten I even watched the show in the first place. I've been known to forget what I had for breakfast** or what colour shirt I have on is*** without looking down.

Anyway, thus endeth my rant.

* it was Kristin (spoiler alert from 1980)
** a protein shake (easy but I've had one every morning for over a year)
***black (and I had to look)


Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Only at preschool

So today in class we were talking about things that made us happy. We got some great answers: hugs, kisses, playing with friends and just plain old playing. Then we got this answer from a little boy...

"when I go for a poop on the potty"

Typical man.


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Photo Dump!

Audrey and I went out for coffee (okay, tea) after a rigorous day of shopping. It's a hard knock life.

This made me laugh. You know the old saying: "If you can't laugh at Costco you go on a shooting spree" or something to that effect? Anyway, this man's cart was full of women's bladder control underwear. I had to take a picture.

Just trying to make Audrey laugh at school.

Putting a little english on my bowling ball. I did really well that day on only my second time ever.

Saw this at the store and thought Henry would be interested. He wasn't.

My Pi Day apple pie. You can barely see it, but there's a pi symbol on the top. Funny story... I had to google what it looked like.

Scott brought these home for me for no reason at all. I think I'll keep him.

The man himself and me at the hockey arena my second time singing the national anthem with my ukulele group. Sidenote: we were awesome.

Here we are on the way to the ice. Note the cheat sheets on the backs of the people in the front. Hee.

First day of Spring. I have two letters for that day. F and U.

Took this one today to remind me of whose report cards I'm doing. It's a third of kids in my class.
So that's the photos I've taken since the last photo dump. One little vent before I go...

I hate the time change. Not for the reasons that everyone gives, just for the fact that when I feel the need to start cooking supper, It's already 6pm. We haven't eaten dinner before 6:45 since the day we moved the clocks back. Can we stop this now?