– for the last three days, reporting from the Metro Toronto Convention Centre on Showcase Ontario, a government technology innovations conference where I acquired a new pen, some bandaids, a cheap and ineffectual “laser pointer”, and a tab of breath mints that I can’t eat because they’re laced with deadly aspartame
– thinking seriously about applying to York for their part-time Ph.D. program
– thinking somewhat seriously about applying to OISE for Teacher’s College
– considering, not entirely seriously, but not entirely jokingly, writing a romance novel for Harlequin, just to see if I can put between 80,000-180,000 words to paper
– getting my grad portraits done, but I forgot my amusing props and I didn’t ask to do the ‘Thinker’ pose with head resting on my chin, so they’re going to suck
– having silly arguments with JVL about doing dishes (why is it always the dishes that gets to us; never dusting, never laundry, just dishes?)
– attending my quilters guild meeting, getting a vicious attack of the giggles when I realised nearly everyone there really *does* have grey or white hair except roommate K-Jo and I, and then volunteering to do work at Casa Loma setting up for the “Quilt for the Cure” breast cancer fundraiser this Saturday
– watching ‘Northern Exposure’ (finished season one, half way through season two)
– loving ‘Rome’ on HBO enough to ignore Justin’s co-workers (my guests) from 9pm-10pm at the very nice party we threw last Sunday night
– planted another Virginia Creeper and have two honeysuckles en route (thanks
– also planning on attending
1. Write the novel!
2. My guess is that the dishes get to you because you both hate doing them AND you both want them done. Who cares about dusting?
3. I love that you’re quilting. Why do you get to be so crafty while I am so lame?
Dude, you only want me to write the novel so that you have something to read that will fill the gap that the current lack of new Marian Keyes material has left in your life. Which is a good reason for me to do it, actually, so okay, I’ll get on it.
I think it’s the frustration of being at a point in life where we obviously need a dishwasher, and I could (sort of, via credit) AFFORD a dishwasher, but I have no room in the house to INSTALL a dishwasher, and so I get pouty for What Might Have Been, had we a different living space. Also, I am the Laziest Ass on Earth when it comes to chores, especially those that involve scraping nasty food remnants into the green bin. And, to compound everything, my head is still stuck in the bachelorette “but I only drink tea out of one disgusting mug ALL DAY, and I only eat toast and sliced meat and bread off of one plate, so how come there are all these pots and pans and freaking tupperware all of a sudden!!!” mentality, which is absurd because all the pots etc. come from Justin and K-Jo preparing food which I then eat, and thus become culpable for the dishes created in the making of. And yet, I have no desire to claim them as my own. Did I mention the laziness factor?
Quilting is good fun, and then you have cozy things to snuggle in when you’re done. You should give it a go. Although the sewing machine is rather important, and I sense you may not have one. Also, fabric is stupidly expensive and requires a large quantity of real estate in one’s home.
You’re right, I don’t have a sewing machine. I keep wanting one, but then I’d… have a sewing machine. Both it and the fabric represent tragic issues in home real estate.
I am right there with you thinking I use one mug, one bowl, and one spoon all week. Dishwasher! Dude, if you can possibly find a place for it, doo eet. It could go downstairs, couldn’t it? Of course then you’re toting dishes up and down, and that would suck. Also, it actually RAISES your dish consumption, because you know you aren’t going to have to do them manually and you just keep shoving them in there. Still, ours has probably saved us many a domestic dispute. 😉
Where my novel at, biaatch? Get typing!
Didn’t your mother tell you that a dishwasher is an “essential” appliance? You need to save those tiny fingers for word processing that romantic novel. Did you get your applications in for the U of T positions and if so, when would the interviews take place? Your honeysuckle is blooming and smells soooo fragrant. Let me know your schedule for the weekend (with gas going up to $2.25 a litre I’m not sure I can afford the trip). I will be attending Carolyn’s wedding this Saturday, so I won’t be able to make it to your place until Sunday. Later, gator!
you planted a virginia creeper?!
dude, several years of my life centered around how much of a pest those things are and how hard it is to really kill them in the agricultural world.
and I’ve got to stop calling people “dude.”