This little piggy.

I thought I broke my toe in my sleep yesterday.

There is SO SO MUCH pain. 

At first I thought I'd pulled a muscle in my sleep- when I woke up it hurt to bend it... after walking one step I realized it hurt to raise it... after sitting down post-morning chores, I realized it hurt when it wasn't moving too...  That's when I figured it was broken.

Between the right big toe and the opposite heel (where I did pull some sort of muscle on the bottom of my foot) every time I got up I thought I was going to fall over.

Sitting here and typing tomorrow's post though, I just figured it out.

Sitting and typing I looked over at the spinning wheel... and thought "hmm, I should do some more spinning tonight, I'm starting to get a good feel for that new wheel". 

Catch that?

MORE spinning.

While lounging on the couch.

Not sitting up in a tall chair... no, slumped on the couch, holding the wheel from creeping across the floor because I'm pushing it away in my slumped position... holding the wheel with my big toe as I also treadle.... yeah.

That's a good sprain.

Death By Sweater

I love my bed.
I love Sweaters.
The two are pretty much made for each other.
Snuggle up on the bed, giant sweater embracing me.
Bunny by my feet.
Tea in my hand.
What could be better?

Well.. for one, the ability to friggin BREATHE!

I was wearing my favourite cowl necked sweater, laying on my bed, watching a movie... I'd never before paired this sweater with a snuggle in bed... and was sorely disappointed. In order to see the movie, I had to pull the neck of the sweater down... but when I did that... it would choke me... so I'd pull it up again.. and see only the top half of the TV.
Now, anyone else would get up and put on another sweater... no no no, not I.
I was too warm, and enjoying my show entirely too much.
I think I may need to go for some testing, the oxygen level to my brain was severely impaired.




cudos to Be-Bop with his txted answer to yesterday's post about Tokyo.

of brains... and brains!

my brain feels good.
both of them.

my brain in my head is happy... more than happy, to have been put to use the past two days. Work sent me to a "Train the trainer" event in the Petes, and now I've got lots and lots of info pouring out of my ears on Dual Diagnosis.... It was a nice refresher, and I was happy about the amount of info I'd retained since University. It felt good to be in a room of people sharing some neat ideas on support and diagnosis.
I considered (again) taking up smoking just to be able to hang out with our behaviour therapist... but was glad that she and the rest of her agency's members were there.... I was able to network with some other consultants who deal specifically with individuals dealing with dual diagnosis- including some who deal with individuals with Aspergers (something we didn't touch too much on in this course, but something we're dealing with more... as we're the only town in the county willing?able? to put time into these supports).

ok, enough work talk... for now. I know that came out in all gobbledy gook, but there's so much in my head right now that there's no space for comprehensive writing styles.....

moving on.
my other brain!




not the best picture.. but I was too excited to set it up all lovely.
I'm in the band... and I have the shirt to prove it ;) I could have kissed the mail man
(again).

hot potato

There are good microwaves... and there are bad microwaves.

Last week I saw a movie set in the late '70's.... a large box shows up in one of the scenes and one character reads the type on the box.... "what's a micro-wave anyway?"

I remember being just a little bit more than scared of our first microwave... That may or may not have something to do with the fact that it caught fire once.

Our next microwave was easy to use... pick either High, Medium or Low setting, then the amount of time... then start... pretty straight forward right?
It wasn't until I went to University that I realized I'd never used any other microwave other than my own (other than the old dial-the-time jobber at high school... but it was the same as our family's first box). Microwaves with extra buttons? Pre-set levels? Pre-set times? combos including defrost 3 portions? I was lost! All I wanted was a high heat for 40 seconds.... was that too much to ask?
It was then that I started using the "baked potato" setting to cook everything.
This method has it's downfalls.... you have to stay and open the door, or hit cancel when you've had enough... you have to hope that you want that high heat setting... and pray to God you don't need to defrost any bread! BUT.... it saves taking out the instruction manual and going cross-eyed. Last year, I decided to change it up, and I switched to the popcorn button.
(I know... I live on the edge)
Last week... I decided to have a baked potato for dinner.
I was about 5 minutes into the oven pre-heating when I thought to use the microwave.... and it took a few seconds of staring at the box before I realized that I actually knew how to use the microwave to cook what I wanted.....

triumph!

SVFF

friends... I love you ...
I realize that at this time of year, I have a tendency to disappear.. to ignore you... to ahhemmm.. maybe even snub you.
But there's a darn good reason.
IT'S FESTIVAL SEASON!!!

however... please, if you see me, and I've been wearing my pants backwards all day, even if I have been ignoring you, tell me.
please?

ZOO!

ok, I love the zoo...
ok, how many posts have I started with "ok"?

SO, yesterday for work, I took two of our guys to THE ZOO. The Toronto Zoo of course... and, since work paid for my ticket, I was one third of the way towards a year's membership.
SO, guess who caved and paid to buy one for herself?

zoo pics and dino story to follow.

take a TRIP to the FALLS (holds out a foot for you to trip)

budum dum ching!
(that's right, wave your hands in the air, hit that air drum set)
err.. Dale D***s (name protected... but you know who I mean)
on a tangent before I've even gotten started.

no more are there to be "badum dum chings" after the often stupid things I say.. no no no... no more! instead in it's place... with a dumbfounded look, one is to utter "Dale D***s" in it's place.
After having dear Dale perform the real live drum kit hit after another of my profound statements.. I decided that the real thing was the only way to go... for days after, people would be "badum dum chinging" and then look at each other and say "too bad Dale isn't here for the real thing" or "where's Dale D***s when you need him?" After some time, this became shortened to "Badum dum ching... Dale D***s!" So in the effort to cut down our impact on the environment... or.. whatever... I've decided that the Badum dum ching is no longer necessary.

right right right.. this is a serious thing this here blogging world.
Down to business. The whole point of blogging today.

Most memorable moment yesterday at Niagara Falls....

When JMack stuck his arms straight out behind his back and tried to do his impression of a man being attacked by a bear... with his arms ripped off.... trying to blow a whistle on his back back

an open letter to the letter Q

Dear Q,
I have something to say.

I don't think that it's right that you advertise a "new Friday format" when in fact... you are only two weeks old. Things that are two weeks old have no real format to begin with, so you can't have a "NEW" one.

That's all.

Ps. I think you should be on later in the day.

in other news

I may have found a new outlet for creativity...
me and my scanner are now the best of friends. Though I imagine there's a faster setting then the one I used.... 4 minutes spent sitting holding the Malta bottle. I really like the way it turned out, I think there will be others.

4 things

there are four things I'd like to blog about... but I don't have the time.

1) An inconvient truth. - go see it.

2) Drama Club started. - it was fantastic.

3) I get some singing time in tonight with the old crew. -for that I am thankful.

4) I may get a new bunny in two to three weeks. - it will start out small.....

back to work

So, at one point today at work, I wished nothing more than that I were a smoker.

Just so I could hang out with our behavoural theripist some more.

She's the best.


On an unrelated note:: I'm on the waiting list for a flemish giant baby in the spring. This is very exciting. And you thought Norty was big....