Thursday, 10 July 2014

What's In YOUR Purse (2014 edition)...

I am writing to you from the sweltering treetops of my apartment. About 65% of my belongings are packed neatly in boxes. The other 35% of belongings I just can't live without for a whole entire week and a bit (I'm not sure of an exact moving date - I'm that kind of gal - let's make it as inconvenient and last minute as possible). 

I am writing because a) I'm tired of trying to figure out which stuffed animals I should pack away and which ones I absolutely need and b) I realize that I haven't written in a while and c) You will probably want to know what's in my purse right now because even I am puzzled by the whole thing.

Without further ado (those stuffed animals aren't going to pack themselves - although someone should invent stuffed animals that can pack themselves and also cook dinner and stuff) I present to you, my current purse: Hoarders edition.



  • Purse: Let's start off with the purse itself. You're looking here at a somewhat vintage Old Navy shoulder bag from 2007ish.  This bag holds everything and only smells bad sometimes. I bought it on clearance for $8.99 (I never buy things full price at Old Navy) and I think it used to have a little bauble/tassle thing attached but that's been gone for a good five years now.  The liner of the bag has separated from the bag itself so now I have a super-cool divided bag.  I kind of like it that way. 
  • Movie Stubs/Cineplex peely things: I like going to movies. We have movie stubs from some recent movies such as: Maleficent, 22 Jump Street and two from our recent visit to the Guardians of the Galaxy Sneak Peek.
  • Keys for work: One day about a month ago I had to bring my keys to work.  They have been in my purse ever since.
  • Halle Perfume: I assume this is Halle Berry's perfume? I'm not sure. My friend was giving it away so I hoarded it in my bag - true hoarder style! I forgot to smell it. One day I probably will.
  • Peanut Butter m&m: This must have escaped from the entire bag I ate during the Tammy movie.  I bet it still tastes good (albeit linty)
  • My keys: I use these everyday. They have loyalty cards on them. Also: Power Rangers lanyard. Best ever!
  • Black Crayola Marker: ....I don't know why.
  • Lego: That's not mine.
  • Cell Phone:  Don't leave home without it! One time I did...it was the worst five minutes of my life!
  • Advil/Tylenol #2: Back from my shingles days.
  • Cords for old Nintendo:  You never know when you'll need those!
  • Wallet: It's old and ugly but I love it...even though my mom told me not to buy it - but I did anyway.  I'M AN ADULT!
  • Painter's Tape:  ...I got nothin.  Don't ask me to paint your house. The answer is no.
  • Target Receipt:  I buy all the clearance items so there are none let for you to buy.
  • Simpsons Season 2 DVD:  I bought this at a flea market on the weekend.  EVILBOY has since informed me that we already own this DVD set.  Doh!
  • Heart sunglasses: I like the red ones better than the pink ones because they don't make my nose pink!
  • 3D glasses: Recycle these glasses?  NOWAY! These are special edition Transformers 4 Optimus Prime and Bumblebee glasses. I will wear them to every 3D movie I see (as soon as I figure out how to wash the buttery topping residue off the lenses.
  • Simpsons Lego legend: I want all of these. Currently we own six of them.
So that's it.  I'm afraid that's all the words I have until I get moved and unpacked and stuff. If you have a purse I'm a little bit interested to see what you have in it so tag me in that stuff!




Wednesday, 9 July 2014

Leavin'...

My whole life I feel like I've been trying to get away from something - yet I always find myself running back to what is familiar.

Which is why I never burn bridges. I hold all relationships dearly in my heart and I think about them often.

This is probably why he is so hard to get over.

Our relationship was short in terms of an eternity, but intense.  We experienced at least ten years of togetherness in three years.  Life. Death. Discussions. Love. Arguments. Regret - and some of those things people don't get to experience in a relationship. It was all pretty wild.

Sometimes I think that if he were right in front of me now, I would break out into my nervous laugh and say what the hell was that?? 

So it was strange when I felt like running away from my problems and the first thing I stumbled upon was an ad placed by an old landlord on the local classified site.  This was a person who gave us a chance - a young couple with a baby on the way - and rented us his home.  I mean we were absolutely hopeless.  No money.  Disability cheques once a month. We certainly didn't look good on paper.  I'd like to think he saw my eyes light up when I knew that home was where we would be bringing our baby home.

 He must have known. 

So I replied to the advertisement.  It took me two days to figure out how to reply without seeming like a complete fool.  I left my comfort zone and made an appointment to see this house.

Seeing him brought me a strange sense of relief.  

I get feelings like that sometimes. I can't explain it.  It's a feeling of reassurance.  A slight push from someone invisibly cheering us on.  I felt strangely comfortable around someone I hadn't seen in nine and a half years - essentially a stranger. 

As I looked up at the high ceilings in a potential new home, fretting over changing the light bulbs on fixtures that high up, the stranger came up behind me and mentioned how the ceilings were much higher than those at our old home - and for some reason that made it okay.  I am a lot wiser now.  I can certainly figure out how to change those bulbs on my own.

Even though I look a whole lot better on paper now, I am still having a hard time with this decision.  I am also having a hard time believing that I am here.  Doing this.   Something has to change though. Betrayal is not an easy thing to get over.

Change.  It's a scary but necessary thing sometimes. 

 


Friday, 27 June 2014

An A+ For Effort...


Report card time is never really a nice time for kids who have a learning disability.  We’re fairly new to the world of learning disabilities, but I do know that getting a report card has been very stressful for my son. Even though he doesn’t know the full extent of his disability because knowing his personality, I feel like he would just “label himself” and give up all together.

He knows he gets extra help. He knows he has special accommodations in the classroom – he doesn’t know that this will be a struggle for the rest of his life.  Maybe I’m a coward, I just don’t think breaking it to him at this age is a good idea in his case.

Yesterday we received his final grade four report card.  It didn’t matter to me what that piece of paper said.  We are all guilty of telling our kids if they get A’s they get rewarded. I know of other parents who have systems worked out that way, including my own parents. In our case, A’s don’t matter.  Don’t get me wrong, I would love to see an A, but I do not expect them – and that is okay.

I see this child come home after school telling me about the volcano he learned about that day or about Ancient Egyptians or even what he planted that day in garden club.  He may not understand everything all the time and may struggle with testing, but the information is there in a way that he perceives it.  I see his personality shine when he talks about the things he learned that day.  Even though he can’t really put those thoughts down on paper properly – they are in his beautiful little brain.

I am confident that he will learn these things in time…in his own time.  I’m okay with that. I may even be naive or underestimating his disability and he may never learns these things, but I see an effort and that’s all that really matters to me.

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

This is probably what you shouldn't do...

A few weekends ago I had the brilliant idea to get "a little sunburn" to help heal my psoriasis. 
Comic con was coming up - I didn't want to go and win first place for having the best Freddy Krueger costume.

So we went to the beach.  I watched my besties frolic in Lake Erie while I sat like a sun goddess soaking up as much UVB as I possibly could.  There came a point where the UVB was making me feel a little crispy.  To solve this problem you would think I would apply some SPF 60 - oh no, I covered my legs with a towel.  Problem solved - or so it seemed.


Sunburn.  Over my whole body.  Arms...legs...nose... all a not so pretty shade of red. Not to mention the pain. I seemed to have forgotten that the medication that is supposed to help my psoriasis does not take so kindly to being fried in the sun.  I was a mess.  A big sore mess.

If I had quarter for everyone who commented on my big old sunburn, I would probably have enough money to buy a bottle of sunscreen - not just any sunscreen, the expensive fancy one.  I heard it all.  I heard about skin cancer and different types of sunscreens to use and home remedies.  It's not so easy to explain to people that you did this to yourself intentionally.

I started to panic a bit by mid week when the redness wasn't going away.  I had big plans for Comic Con that weekend so I really didn't want to be among hot sweaty crowds with my body temperature well into the 100's and my skin redder than Iron Man's suit.  

I guess you could also say this was the time I panicked to finish up EVILBOY's costumes.  Due to the pain of my sunburn I totally gave up on one costume.  The second one barely got done - and there was a lot of stress involved.  By Thursday night I had worked myself into a frenzy and I had also come down with a pretty nasty sore throat/fever/cough. 

I'm actually starting to think they should make a show about people like me and call it "Losers of Cosplay" because I can never seem to do anything right in this little hobby of mine.

After what could easily be described as one of the most disastrous weekends of my whole entire life (my mom saved the weekend really, other than that the rest of it was the worst), I started to develop a rash on my back.  We were doing the whole touristy Niagara Falls thing and I just kept getting sicker and more and more uncomfortable. 

By Sunday night I knew something was terribly wrong.  The rash on my back was so painful.  The only time it wasn't hurting was if there was pressure on it which meant I went to bed at 6pm and laid there feeling sorry for myself all night.

After consulting with Dr. Google, I had myself convinced that I had either shingles or skin cancer.  After consulting with my real family doctor, it turns out I have shingles.  Shingles is kind of like chicken pox, only for adults, and much more painful. 

As it turns out, being on an immune-suppressant medication, getting a burn on a good portion of your body, getting a cold virus and being super-stressed is the perfect environment to have your old chicken pox virus come back for a visit. 

So I got kicked off of work for a week  - which may sound like a wonderful vacation to some people - but I've been spending it alone and in agony.  The only relief I am getting is when I mix my Tylenol #2 prescription with two over-the-counter Extra Strength Advil pills or when I sleep.  I usually choose the latter simply because I have nothing else to do at home.

I can sit up for a total of 30 minutes before the burning and tingling starts.  After tolerating this for another half an hour it becomes unbearable and I have to lay back down in my bed. Strangely, having pressure over the area feels best.

I am welcome to any tips on how to make this go away any quicker.  Of course I've been doing research and I'm trying a few things here and there but I really really need to get better. I need to work and I have to pack for our upcoming move.

I really don't know how to be sick.  I'm sure stressing about it is not going to make this better anytime soon.  It took me two days to write this post so I think I will end it here for now.

From the diseased blogger that nobody wants to be around - but I can't say I blame them because this is the worst feeling in the whole wide world.

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