a message from Your Goopiness

yesterday, i managed to contract pink eye. i have no idea how this happened, and this will definitely not help tame my hand-washing obsession/germ phobia.

i always thought pink eye just meant your eye turned pink. and maybe a bit itchy. little did i know, that pink eye, in its ugliest form, makes one look like a zombie...my eye was swollen, filled with goop and smaller than my normal eye.

i went to a walk-in clinic to get antibiotic drops and was told to put them in my bad eye once an hour for the first day. when i called the school to say i was taking a sick day, i spoke to the receptionist who has 3 kids. she was impressed that i had to use the drops once an hour - it's not usually that often, apparently. it appears that i got myself a fantastic case of pink eye! when i do something, i go all the way!

my zombie eye is much better now, and not leaking any kind of goopiness anymore. but now my other eye has gotten infected, which means i have pink eyes. i can't wait to go back to just having brown eyes.

was it something i said?

our neighbours suddenly disappeared. i first noticed that their patio was completely empty, and upon further investigation (read: staring into their house), everything was gone - their dining room chandelier, candle decorations in their kitchen, even their window blinds...which made no sense because if you're moving, the chances are very slim that your custom-ordered blinds would fit the windows of your new house.

then we went for a walk yesterday and ran into them at their new house one row of houses. this explains why they brought their blinds with them! it turns out they had problems with their neighbour who cranked loud music at all hours of the night. he only did it more when they asked him politely to stop. he was also prone to yelling so they could hear him through the walls, and once in the winter, he decided to clear the snow off his patio - he shoveled the snow right in front of their garage door. it was getting so bad that they told the builder they wanted to move, so the builder found them a new place, away from mr. stupid - isn't that nice? now i almost feel bad for bad-mouthing the builder about their shoddy choices for tradesmen. almost.

re: rim rollin'

after losing at least 20 times, i've decided that tim horton's KNOWS that i am only a wagon-jumper (coffee-jumper?) and refuses to reward me because i don't spend my money on their coffee at other times of the year. this is turning into a bigger commitment than i thought...i might have to go back to starbucks sooner than originally planned.

speaking of which, the red velvet cupcakes at starbucks were only SEASONAL. sigh. back in january, i asked the barista if they were seasonal, and she said NO. but the minute valentine's day was over, they disappeared. next year, instead of anticipating roll up the rim, i'll be looking forward to red velvet season...

rim rollin'

roll up the rim is back...i swore that i wouldn't succomb (again), but i have given in (again). apparently you can bring all your losing tabs - which i have plenty of, had i kept all of my losers - to country style to get a free coffee! what a brilliant idea! the up side? you get a free country style coffee with every losing tab. the down side? you get a free country style coffee with every losing tab. drinking tim horton's is as low as i will go, i'd rather go sans coffee otherwise. plus, i don't know where there are any country style coffee shops anymore.

speaking of roll up the rim, what is it that turns law-abiding citizens into litterbugs? i too, am frustrated that i haven't yet won a toyota venza or $10,000, but does it mean i will throw my losing coffee cup out of the window of a moving car? no! these people may not care about keeping the earth clean, but you'd think they'd care about karma.

no longer a cuba widow!

kris left for cuba exactly one week ago, as a chaperone for a high school trip with our dear friend brian. at first i was a little jealous of kris - then i remembered that his job is to make sure 51 high school students stay out of "trouble" (read: alcohol) while in cuba, where there is no drinking age and rum is the national beverage. then i didn't feel so envious! on a completely unrelated note, one of the mothers at the airport made sure to tell me that she and her friends thought kris was cute. awww.

with no communication except for a quick phone call today that abruptly ended because the phone card ran out, i've had no contact with kris. this is the longest we haven't spoken since we met each other 8 years ago.

while i've been lonely, i've also been very busy. i had to accompany a student and was downtown at 9am last wednesday and then taught until 9pm in oakville. otherwise i've been visiting with friends a bit, doing sophisticated things like having brunch and attending buck and does - actually just one.

but now i'm in the home stretch, with kris' flight expected to return at 2am. while my week wasn't so bad, i definitely prefer having him around. which is a good thing, considering i'm married to him.