Once a year...
It's always at least once a year...
Once a year, I injure myself in one way or another. Sprain, broken bone; I think the healing process of the c-section infection was worse than the actual c-section...
Anyway...I have done it again. I turned wrong at work and thought I had strained a muscle in my upper back, but I pulled a muscle in my shoulder. The muscle around the shoulder blade. I was put onto light duties and am doing office work instead of factory work for the rest of the week. I haven't been told if I'm sheduled to work next week or not, but I'm guessing not. I'm only getting my hours this week because it's sheduled.
It's a little annoying. I want to scrap, but can't get comfortable. I want to play on my laptop, but once again, not comfortable. I don't like laying on my back, but can't lie on my side. I can't get comfortable to do anything. The worse is the pain that shoots through me when I pick up Monkey. Tonight wasn't easy since Monkey decided not to nap this afternoon and was beyond tired and cranky. He threw the odd fit, started hitting and was just plain old grumpy. He also found the stupidest things to be the funniest things in the world. He would get into a giggling fit and just couldn't stop. I loved those. The more I laughed, the more he laughed. I like the laughing so much more than than the hitting.
Tomorrow, that little monkey of mine is getting two naps!
Until next time...

Score!!!!!

Yesterday, while at work, I got sick and tired of having to pull my pants up every five steps. I realized my pants have gotten way to big. I have also realized, the factory gets very, very hot and humid. I’m not looking forward to the summer months there. So off I went to Kitchener for a little shopping spree.
I ended up finding a pair of light (material wise) pair of jeans for $4.99 on the clearance rack at Old Navy. Whoo hoo! And the fit nicely too. Double whoo hoo! But that’s where the shopping spree for clothing stopped. I didn’t find anything else that floated my boat. I did, however, find leather sandals for Monkey, a pair of skull slip-on shoes for him too (which have to be returned because they don’t fit) and a present for my little sister’s 18th birthday. The little is important this year. Only one more year and she can drink legally (other than in Quebec where she’ll be able to drink in two weeks). I still can’t get over the fact she can drive and owns a car. Sure, I did too at her age, but I remember feeling more grown up than I think she is.
I also stopped by Michaels to check out their scrap supplies. In all the years I’ve gone to Michaels, I’ve just by passed this section. I didn’t scrap, so I didn’t bother. I went to the small Michaels in Waterloo. Now I wish I would have gone to the bigger on down in Cambridge! They had some nice stuff. I know where I’m going when I’m ready to build my scrap corner in our new home (after we find that home). Lots of cool storage stuff. I picked up some cardstock, flame paper and a bling skull & cross bones with my sister in mind.
I stopped at Chapters too. I picked up Creativity Tips for Scrapbookers by Creative Keepsakes because it’s got a lot of cute layouts in it and a few good tips and a new notebook for ideas. I also grabbed a grande light caramel frap from Starbucks for the trip home. Yum.
Until next time....

Passion is as Passion Does?

Steve paid me a nice little complement this evening. He said he loves how passionate I get about everything, big or small. When something is good, it’s the best thing in the world. If it’s not so great, it’s the worst in the world. I’ve never really paid attention to it before, but I suppose he’s right. I’ve always knew I can get overly excited about something. Those who know me have seen it. I get hyped, I can’t sit still, I talk a mile a minute, I talk with my hands more than usual (think arms failing around) and I can’t stop smiling and giggling. My sister has even said I get a look in my eye that says it all.
I guess I do take things to heart when things don’t go well either.
I’m an emotional person, what can I say? At least someone loves it, even if it does drive him bonkers sometimes.
Until next time…

Home?

I love getting to see new places. One of Steve and my favourite past times is going to open houses. Something we haven’t enjoyed too much since the baby came along and Steve going to Australia and such. I also love peaking into people’s windows. Now don’t go thinking I’m a peeping Tome or something like that. I just like looking into windows, from the streets, to see how places are decorated or if you can see how the place is laid out. I have no interest in whoever may or may not be inside. I think that’s why I like going to open houses so much. You can get so many decorating ideas from other people. I also like going through and coming up with my own ideas for the spaces we see.
Steve and I are currently looking for a place for the three of us to call home. Even though we would prefer a house, we’re looking at apartments too. So far all we’ve see have been big ol’ pieces of crap. Well, one was nice. It was a large two bedroom apartment. Lots of storage areas, good size bedrooms, skylights in the bedrooms (that’s what windows on the ceiling is called, right? I’m not too sure and too lazy to look it up right now), a big bathroom with lots of cupboards and two closets, a newer kitchen that was beautiful, a good size living room with a fireplace and a balcony. Sounds good, huh? Here’s the kicker…It’s downtown, steep stairs, over Crappy Joe’s and out looking a parking lot.
I’m getting really, really tired of looking for a place already. I thought a small town would make it easier to find a place, but I think I was wrong.
Fingers are crossed we’ll be able to find something soon.
Until next time…