October entries 10-12-05 I have that kind of cold where I have to sleep with my mouth
open. And when I sneeze? My nose squeaks for a couple seconds afterwards.
I maybe kinda sorta cut the tip of Dominique's ear off - so
now one ear is pointy and the other is flat across the top.
And yes I want to be a mother.
Dominique loves to be put up on high shelves - and if those
shelves are in a closet then she's in HOG HEAVEN. Last night
while putting away the laundry, as I was standing at the closet
hanging stuff up, she did her ceremonious FREAK OUT until
I lifted her up onto the top shelf of the closet. Then she
purred rapturously and paced back and forth asking me to rake
her (petting is for wimps - she wants NAILS). As I'm scratching
her neck I find a big fat mat - because she has tons of mats
because she's so fluffy and apparently because I'm such a
bad Kitty-Mom. So I go get the scissors because what better
place to take sharp objects to your pets than two feet over
your head? While the pet is pacing?
She LOOOOOOOOVES the scissors and usually tries to rub her
gums against them.
I cut the hunk of fur out, threw it away, put the scissors
away, and went about my business.
Later on I got
ready for bed and went to take Dommi down. There was this smeary red
all over the inside of the closet and I said "Baby? Did the closet
always have this red in there?" and he looked at it and said
"Uhhh... maybe? I don't remember." But it was EVERYWHERE.
And inside the closet doors. Along the back wall. On the ceiling.
AND DROPS OF RED ON THE SHOULDERS OF MY CLEAN CLOTHES HANGING ON THE
RACK BELOW HER. I got up on a chair to look around and OH MY GOD THE
BLOOD. There are a lot of capillaries in ears, lemme tell ya. And
there's Dommi, purring, pacing so I scratch her butt, and there's
bright red blood running down her ear. It didn't stop bleeding for
Dommi slept on the futon and even though she had a couple layers of
blanket under her, there's still a quarter size blood spot that soaked
through. Thankfully it's not bleeding anymore. She's still constantly
purring. She let out no clue that I hacked the tip of her ear off.
And no - I haven't found the tip yet - but I have a major cleaning
to do on that shelf now, and I fear that I may find it. Eeeeewwww.
The clothes are clean now - after a good soak and wash.
Oddly, Blizzard, back in his day - okay, way after his prime but I
mean when he was alive, had a scratched ear from the tip
going through the middle about a third the way down, and it was a
big dry scab, and I picked it off. And it never healed and Blizzard
had a split ear for the next few years until he died, and Sean never
let me live that one down. And I've done it again. I go after the
ears of my old cats. It's how I do.
Me & Guerman
Loads of food
was Thanksgiving with the neighbors and everything was wonderful
and beautiful and I'm still stuffed even though we ate 4.75 hours
ago. Then we watched hockey. Duh.
I can only imagine what my bosses Dario and David are making for the
Potluck Tuesday competition tomorrow. Probably "Leftovers Loaf"
or something. The Tuesday after that is me & Ryan (my other boss).
We have Big Plans. It's a secret.
I can't believe that I didn't mention Tanya's
Party last Friday night. Not only did it rule, but I
also finally met Roger.
And a lot of other cool people.
Next party is a bunch of us cuddling up to watch Galaxy Quest. Just
because a bunch of them haven't seen it.
Canadian Thanksgiving is Monday
Birthday Uncle Pete!
Russians/neighbors/landlords upstairs are making the turkey,
gravy, bread, and supplying the booze. We are in charge of sides
and dessert, so we are making Something
Different Green Bean & Corn Casserole, Kim's
Sweet Potato Casserole, Double-dairied Creamy
Parmesan Mashed Potatoes, and Mixed
Berry Cobbler (although the recipe calls for peaches). I
was going to make Pumpkin
Streusel Snack Cake, but I realized it was really similar
to the sweet potato casserole. But I will make it sometime
Last night was Pete's birthday celebration, and the first time
we've seen Debra & Dave since they returned from Italy all
engaged and shiny. I made a Texas Sheet cake for Pete and the
above Parm Mashed Potatoes (we make them a lot). There was loads
of food, and then we crashed while watching hockey.
Shane & Katie
Deb & Dave
Sean & I
I also spent a
lot of the evening moaning and groaning because I had a very annoying
headache all day long. After trying peppermint oil on my pressure
points, willow bark capsules, and juice and food (per Debra, the homeopathic
cousin), I finally came home defeated and took two Tylenol. Later
that night/this morning, I woke up at 3:30 a.m. and the headache was
gone, but I wasn't able to fall back asleep until 6:30ish. Which is
a REALLY long time to just lay in bed trying to fall back asleep.
I hope it doesn't happen again tonight.
I also developed a sore throat yesterday and now it's almost a head
cold. Actually, it's more like a sinus headache with a sore throat
and lots of sneezing (Doctor?) and I don't have medical coverage
up here until November 1, so on top of all the groceries I bought
for Thanksgiving, I also got zinc lozenges, Emergen-C, and the stuff
to make Matzoh
Starting the soup
All chopped up
One last note:
Jon & Amy are moving starting this Thursday, and when they do,
the server is going with them, making my websites go offline for a
bit. I will try to sweet-talk Greg into hosting mini-sites for me
in the meantime, but if for some reason it's completely dead, trust
me, I am working on it, and it'll be back up soon. Jon &
Amy don't get the DSL hooked up again for about a week because Qwest
And the reason we don't have the servers here is because DSL with
a static IP via Telus (the provider here) costs a whopping NINETY-TWO
DOLLARS A MONTH and I laughed and hung up. And no I don't want any
advice for cheap hosting services - we (Greg & I) like having
control over my sites, plus you don't realize the many, many GIGS
More pictures on Flickr.
immigrant butter issues (scroll down).
I'm sure Styro
already knows where this is going I'm
still on my Canadian Immigration e-mail list on Yahoo. Some people
drop out once they are done and landed, but I'm sticking around in
case something is needed of me. I'm not posting anymore, but I will
if I have any questions later (tax time or whatever).
Susan posted today. She landed about a week after I did, and our timelines
during the whole process were very similar. She settled in Ontario,
though, so it's not like we can hang out.
wanting to know if any others had suffered from depression from such
a big move. She thought that maybe she wasn't appreciative enough,
and stressed repeatedly that she really does love her Canadian
husband, and she's thrilled that she can be with him, but
she's still sad - and is that wrong?
to say, a slew of people responded saying that it took 6
months, a year, whatever. For me, it's been, what, 6 weeks? And I
moved right in and started working in 6 days.
But MAN I miss Seattle. I miss my friends, the bloggers, Graceland,
Neumo's, the Space Needle, KEXP, and the crazy awful traffic
(I'm kinda still afraid of driving here - it's SO offensive
AND pedestrian oriented and both of those things are a bit foreign
I'm adapting to the city, yes. It happens with time. I can figure
out most shopping cart locking systems, and I know what fourteen
degrees is going to feel like, and it no longer surprises me
when I encounter ANOTHER Australian here. But if there's one
thing that will set me back - one thing that will make me lose
countless days of progress - it's the (say it with me now) NAZI
It comes in a solid
one pound block (and thank the Lord Baby Jesus that it's
a pound and not like a kilowhatever or I woulda just turned around
and GONE RIGHT BACK). So now when I get home and unload the groceries
into my converted-closet-of-a-kitchen, I then have to slice the butter
into quarters (yeah yeah I know there's kids starving and death and
destruction but I BAKE A LOT). Not only is the butter
in a solid block, but
1. Quartered butter does not fit into a standard sandwich baggie -
so I cram it in there and the bag and I are all slimy.
1A. I'm throwing away a lot of baggies because they are too buttery
to wash and they usually rip by the time I get all of the quartered
sticks out because THEY DON'T FIT.
2. The foil wrapper is not meant to be sliced easily like American
wax-paper-wrapped butter sticks, so when you slice it with the wrapper
on, you then have to use your fingernails to dig out the miniscule
bits of foil out of the edges of the butter.
3. There are no measurements drawn on my newly sliced quarters. Sure,
the one pound block has measurements telling me that half of the block
is 1 cup (THANK YOU DERRRRR DERRRRRDUURRRR) but I have very important
measurements needed for tablespoons of butter (example: Kraft mac
& cheese) and what? What do you Canadians do? Guess?!?
Susan. There will be battles.
Chin up, girl.
Stay tuned for next season, when I cover "in hospital",
"jewellery", and "grade four".
10-04-05 I know I haven't written in a few days, which is unheard
of for me. I apologize. I'm not in a slump and I'm not depressed so
don't you worry. I'm working, I'm swimming (!!), I'm baking, and I'm
watching TV again (YAYYY!).
I will back up to Friday night - we had Uncle Pete over for dinner
and then went to see the Robosexuals (Shane's band) play at the Railway
Club. Saturday I went to the downtown
Sears (OH. MY. GOD.) and the dumpiest, messiest Old Navy I've
ever seen. I was even warned that the Old Navy stores here would depress
me because they are so trashed and I thought maybe some people had
some bad experiences or something but... TRASHED like a thrift store.
I got some khaki pants. Then the mall closed and I got lost trying
to get out of the mall and back to the garage and once I got out,
I ended up going the wrong way and somehow found myself in this neverending
loop going around GM place. And I thought "This is one of those
things I'm going to laugh at years from now, when I have this city
CONQUERED." Then I got a spider roll and a Dayment roll, because
they told me I could name it. It's deep-fried tofu and avocado with
a little cucumber and extra sesame seeds.
Does anyone else think that a spider roll tastes like potato chips?
Sunday we did laundry and made Rice Krispie squares and headed to
Travis & Laura's (after stopping at the Cupcakes store) so we
could visit with their newly adopted kitties and play Settlers.
With frosting on his face
Luigi conked out in my lap during Settlers
Their apartment is beautiful and I am jealous of their soft lighting.
And hardwood floors.
Monday we went swimming before work at the local community pool. We
were panting! And I inhaled water twice. Like I actually
forgot to get out of the water before inhaling and just exhaled
then inhaled underwater. Those moments weren't great, but
we did decide that we want to keep going here - especially
since we can do laps from 7:30-8:00 and still have enough time to
get to work (Sean works whenever, and I work at "Nine-ish"
which is 9:10 for me and "by ten if I can" for everyone
For dinner that night we made Dayment Surprise, which is two boxes
of Kraft Mac & Cheese, fried hamburger, frozen peas, and cheddar
cheese. It was fabulous.
Today was not only Potluck Tuesday but also the Chin-Up Challenge,
which has been in the works for, I dunno, a day? Anyway, it was our
own version of House Gymnastics
replete with a soundtrack (Survivor's "Eye of the Tiger"
We watch Ryan crawl across the loft
David warms up - Dario was the champ
Then I came home and ate leftovers while watching Threshold. (What
did you think?)