Bits & Pieces
Well the long weekend is over and today is the last (week)day I have without any appointments or classes at Uni. I'm starting to get nervous. Next week is going to be crazy - I'm covering all the tutorials for the class I'm TA'ing as the tutorial instructor is away. That's nine groups of twenty to twenty-five students. Then I have my own classes and some meetings too. After a year of make-your-own-schedule it's going to be quite intense. My day planner hasn't seen so much action for quite some time.
I'm also nervous about what will change in the house when I'm not there all day everyday anymore. I've told the guys that they will have to pitch in more and they nod and smile and say 'sure thing' but I know it's a crock. What irks me is that they seem to expect me to tell them when something needs doing. Like they don't have eyes and noses of their own and they can't actually see that the bin needs to be emptied or the lake next to the tub needs to be mopped up or the dishwasher needs to be stacked and turned on or, indeed, that their leftovers have been stinking up the fridge for a week and need to be thrown out. These are men in their 30's and I despair sometimes. I've talked to them about putting down the seat and lid of the toilet after they pee, and about trying to pee into the actual toilet and not on the floor, and about remembering to flush and I wonder what the f*** these guys are thinking about all the time that this stuff doesn't cross their minds. Grrr. Anyway, we'll see how it goes. I don't want to get into predicting the worst right away. I'll keep you posted on what happens and how I deal with it.
Steve Irwin died this weekend. I always wondered if those snakes actually liked being flung around so much, but he has done some amazing conservation work and I was quite sad to hear the news. I was sure he had been offed by a croc but, no, it was stingray that got him in the end. I just found this article online and am about half way through it, it gives a fuller picture than most write ups of the reptile-mad Aussie.
I just ordered my Storm Large and the Balls t-shirt online last week. I'm holding out for her to tell Tommy Lee where to stick his sexist little self on Rock Star Supernova. If you haven't heard her sing, do check her out (I think you can download songs off her website or just do some googling to find them). Storm is, I think, my favourite reality show contestant ever (and I watch a lot of RTV), she ROCKS! (and, yes, Storm Large is her real name).
Speaking of fantastic women, LJ and I went to the Calgary Arts and Tattoo Festival on Saturday and it was pretty cool. Plus I got to stand really close to Kat Von D and watch her tattoo someone! She is super-talented. We also listened to some good music (though a convention centre is quite possibly the worst venue for live music), looked through a lot of tattoo books and oo'ed and ahhh'ed over the beautiful cars (I dream of leopard-print interiors).
The rest of the weekend was spent painting (bedroom window frame, living room window frame (It took almost an hour just to tape and prep that baby), and bathroom trim. I just have to do the final coat on the living room window today and I'm pretty pleased with how things look. Of course, once you get started all the other frames and trim start to scream 'paint me!' and I'm already thinking about blitzing the rest of the living room next weekend. What I'm already painted is now a lovely bright white and it looks so much more fresh and clean and even cozier. Today I'm going to do some thrifting and see if I can find a new lampshade for the standing lamp in the living room.
Anyway, enough of my yakking. More later in the week when I will, no doubt, be even deeper in the pre-school panic.
I'm also nervous about what will change in the house when I'm not there all day everyday anymore. I've told the guys that they will have to pitch in more and they nod and smile and say 'sure thing' but I know it's a crock. What irks me is that they seem to expect me to tell them when something needs doing. Like they don't have eyes and noses of their own and they can't actually see that the bin needs to be emptied or the lake next to the tub needs to be mopped up or the dishwasher needs to be stacked and turned on or, indeed, that their leftovers have been stinking up the fridge for a week and need to be thrown out. These are men in their 30's and I despair sometimes. I've talked to them about putting down the seat and lid of the toilet after they pee, and about trying to pee into the actual toilet and not on the floor, and about remembering to flush and I wonder what the f*** these guys are thinking about all the time that this stuff doesn't cross their minds. Grrr. Anyway, we'll see how it goes. I don't want to get into predicting the worst right away. I'll keep you posted on what happens and how I deal with it.
Steve Irwin died this weekend. I always wondered if those snakes actually liked being flung around so much, but he has done some amazing conservation work and I was quite sad to hear the news. I was sure he had been offed by a croc but, no, it was stingray that got him in the end. I just found this article online and am about half way through it, it gives a fuller picture than most write ups of the reptile-mad Aussie.
I just ordered my Storm Large and the Balls t-shirt online last week. I'm holding out for her to tell Tommy Lee where to stick his sexist little self on Rock Star Supernova. If you haven't heard her sing, do check her out (I think you can download songs off her website or just do some googling to find them). Storm is, I think, my favourite reality show contestant ever (and I watch a lot of RTV), she ROCKS! (and, yes, Storm Large is her real name).
Speaking of fantastic women, LJ and I went to the Calgary Arts and Tattoo Festival on Saturday and it was pretty cool. Plus I got to stand really close to Kat Von D and watch her tattoo someone! She is super-talented. We also listened to some good music (though a convention centre is quite possibly the worst venue for live music), looked through a lot of tattoo books and oo'ed and ahhh'ed over the beautiful cars (I dream of leopard-print interiors).
The rest of the weekend was spent painting (bedroom window frame, living room window frame (It took almost an hour just to tape and prep that baby), and bathroom trim. I just have to do the final coat on the living room window today and I'm pretty pleased with how things look. Of course, once you get started all the other frames and trim start to scream 'paint me!' and I'm already thinking about blitzing the rest of the living room next weekend. What I'm already painted is now a lovely bright white and it looks so much more fresh and clean and even cozier. Today I'm going to do some thrifting and see if I can find a new lampshade for the standing lamp in the living room.
Anyway, enough of my yakking. More later in the week when I will, no doubt, be even deeper in the pre-school panic.
1 Comments:
Good luck G with all the teaching! I'm sure that you will love it and that the students will love you too :)
Pesky housemates, I was in a similar situation with the house I lived in previously. I literally had to scream my head off and stand there watching to get any of the boys to help with the cleaning- aaaaaaaaaargh! Unfortunately I did not discover any foolproof strategies to solve the issue. Perhaps an electric cattle prod might help! I'm sure they have plenty in Calgary.
lots of love and luck
L x
Post a Comment
<< Home