That Just Happened!

Ha!  I am gaining a following.  While chatting with my friend Mille I found out that her partner (aka boyfriend, for the non-politically-correct crowd) enjoys reading my blog.  Awesome!  I love being loved!  Because I am such an attention-whore (for my blog,  people) I offered to do a shout-out to her partner aka boyfriend.  With a picture, of course. 

Although now I am not sure if I am going to.  Why?  Because I just found out that Mille has decided to stay in Alberta for another year.  Do you know how long that is?!  Too.  Long.  She has already been gone 3 and for someone who used to meet her at the coffee shop at 10 and leave at 4am, this is a very  long time.  Now, she says  it is because she hasn’t explored enough yet.  Ha!  She says  it is because she has been working so hard and wants to enjoy all the outdoorsy stuff (crap) Alberta has to offer.   Ha, I don’t care!  Actually, that’s a lie.  As a rez-life coordinator she is on call 24 hours a day 7 days a week and frequently works 14-24 hour days and I do care.  And of course it is also because she met her partner aka boyfriend.  I guess the plan is to stick it out in Alberta until he is finished his degree and then he will be making the trek with her to Ontario.  However, after keeping her out there for a year…I don’t know if he’ll be welcome.  *Sniff*

I really wish they didn’t look so happy in that picture.  It makes it harder to stay mad  disappointed  mad…

Yeah, That Just Happened!

I hate winter. I hate. Winter. I. Hate. Winter. 

I think you get the point.  Every winter I feel like a potato that just shrivels from the cold.  My brain shrivels to the size of a peanut.  Teeny-tiny.  I find it difficult making long sentences and can never remember the word for this, or the person who did that.  

I need to smell spring.  Spring is what wakes my brain from it’s half slumber.  Until then I swear if I shake my head I can hear it make the same sound that Angus’ tooth made when he spit it out the other day.  This ticking-rattling-type sound.

On the plus side, the tooth that was loose in Angus’ mouth finally dropped out which means he just saved us from a $300 vet bill to have it pulled, thankyouverymuch. 

    I wonder what the tooth fairy will bring him.  Probably peanut butter.  Definitely peanut butter.

Yeah, That Just Happened!

Megan at Undomestic Diva  wrote a pretty passionate blog post about toothpaste.  Although it may seem silly, lame, or boring to most, I must admit it got me going.

As some of you know, I have a thing about toothpaste being squeezed in the middle.  I think my neurosis stems from sharing a bathroom with my sister when we were younger.  I feel so strongly about it that the morning of Stephtastic’s wedding I came storming out of the bathroom, “Stephtastic, you used my toothpaste didn’ you?!”  Immediately looking chagrined she admitted it followed by “I’m soooo sorry.  I forgot!”  The photographers thought it was hilarious and shared their own toothpaste stories.  I stared her down and said “Remember, this is your day.  Tomorrow it’s back to the real world.  The one where I punch you for squeezing in the middle, just like when we were kids.” (I’m totally kidding.  I didn’t stare her down.)

I think in any couple there is someone who squeezes from the bottom (me) and someone who squeezes from the middle (everyone else).  The battle wages eternal.  I wish that was all that bugged me, but there are more things…

I hate  when someone leaves globs of toothpaste in the sink.

I hate  when there is so much extra crap coming out of the top of the tube that the cap cannot be screwed on properly.

Like the Undomestic Diva, I hate  bad tasting toothpaste (anything in gel form.  I’m traditional. I like the paste.).  I mean, as I commented to her, it isn’t like a bad tasting food where you can spit it out immediately.  You not only have to keep it in your mouth for 2 minutes, you have to scrub that crap right in there.   And more than once a day.  However, this doesn’t stop me from buying toothpaste if it is on sale (as long as it is a paste).

Yes, I realize that it is slightly ironic that someone who has had some of the most epic dust bunnies ever is that particular about her toothpaste,  but like I said, I blame Stephtastic. 

So Megan, now you can feel less lonely about blogging about toothpaste.  Although, reading yours again I see mine is much more neurotic.

Yeah, That Just Happened!