Showing posts from October, 2007

Exterior Painting Status: Complete

If jobs were poems this one would have been an epic. I had it in my head to write a fab post about the experience with some kind of deep parallel to life or love or something equally profound, but it's just not happening. The only thing I feel is relief. Overwhelming, all-encompassing relief.


In the beginning I thought, "Seven walls. No sweat. I've painted seventy times seven on the inside. This will be a breeze." What I didn't take into account is that these walls are much taller than the ones inside the house. This means climbing up and down really tall wobbly ladders over and over. It means scraping and sanding and priming and then two coats of paint. It means brushes and tiny rollers and big rollers. It means forgetting to take the paint off of the little shelf thingy on the ladder and spilling paint on myself a total of seven times. (I counted today. It was easy because the dried blobs were still there to remind me.) It means almost two months of gettin…

Here Goes Nothing

Thanks to facebook and the wonderful world of blogging, I've connected with a classmate who I've known since, I think, grade six. (Have I ever mentioned how much I love facebook for that very reason? Well, just in case I haven't... I do.) Jen writes a fabulous blog, and I've really enjoyed getting to know her better over at Aspergertopia.

She tagged me with a meme that asks: "What 5 qualities that make you a good writer?"

Yoiks. I'm like Jen. I could come up with five things that make me a rotten writer really easily. (I love to cut myself down. It's one of my favorite hobbies.) I've been trying to come up with something for the past few days and so far I've got nothing. I'm stubborn though, so I'm not going to let this meme beat me. The plan is to just start typing and see what happens. Here I go.
I like talking. I talk a lot so I think it is pretty natural for me to write a lot. This blog is my way of talking to a whole bunch of people…

Joy Is Like The Rain

A longish time ago, when I was in elementary school, we used to sing a rain song (among others) at school assemblies. I can still remember the first verse perfectly and often sing it to myself when it's raining. I know there were other verses, and that one of them was about Jesus, but they've slipped from my memory as easily as the words from One-Eyed, One-Horned Flying Purple People Eater. I just always really liked that first verse. Especially the words, "Laughter runs across my pain, slips away and comes again." I suppose I must have always had a poetic heart and a thing for imagery.

It's raining today. They boys slept in and we all ended up lazing around in my bed till around eleven. As I lay there looking out the window, watching drops of rain running across the glass I found myself humming the words from so long ago and wondering how the rest of the song went. So, of course, I googled it.
JOY IS LIKE THE RAINI saw raindrops on my window, Joy is like the rai…

Every breath you take. Every move you make.

Our stalker has been identified.

I should have known.

It makes sense really.

They've stolen precious family members from me before. They were bound to try again.

The question is:


Sigh. At least we know who to be looking out for now... Maybe I should bring a picture to Ben's teachers so they know who to look out for too? Maybe I should print out a few wanted posters and put them up at Ben's school and a few at the elementary schools in town just to be safe?

Naaa. Too much work. I'll just deploy Angtron and Sambot to the area. A sniper and a diaper. That oughta do it.

(Oh yeah... And Happy Thanksgiving. We had Chinese food and Dilly Bars, so pardon me for not feeling all Thanksgivingy this year and writing a big post about family and bountiful harvests.)

Clearing off my Desk

I don't have anything interesting to say, so I think now is a good time to file away some stuff that's been floating around the surface of my mind...
First (and most importantly) of all: Who the hoink wrote the anonymous comment on this post asking where Ben goes to school? If I know you it would really put my mind at ease if you'd please let me know who you are. (Plus my mom's mind as she is all freaked out.) If I don't know you and you are harmless please just drop me a line telling me who you are. If you don't want to do that on the blog then drop me a line on my email which can be found by clicking on my profile and then the email link. If I don't know you and you are a crazed psycho I suppose you don't need to bother contacting me. We've put Ben's school on alert and they are watching out for strangers. (Plus there's always Ang, with her long range rifle and rock steady aim.)
I really need a haircut, or a perm, or something. I've star…