valentines

I got one last week.

I got one yesterday - with pictures of a puppy. Made. My. Day.

Grown-up valentines that arrive in the mail are the best. Way better than those stinky kid ones that are put in the construction paper envelope that's stuck to the front of your desk.

I've only sent out three. I'm going to start to feel bad if I get any more in the mail. Exception: people with real life valentines. I don't feel quite as bad that I haven't sent you anything. That said, keep an eye on the mail at easter time!

Mystery:

I sent a whole bunch of people random things anonymously in the mail from the internet. I also sent one to myself, and I got it last Friday (so I can only assume that others have gotten their's). Not one person has come to ask me if I am the mystery mailer. It's no fun if I can't take credit for it! What to do?

Complication:

I don't even remember exactly who I sent the mystery mail to!

cheese glorious cheese

So I've decided that I'm allowed to blog if I want to during my general-stop-fucking-around-on-the-internet-3-week-challenge.

I'm already finding myself more productive at work and it's only 10:45. OK, that might be an exaggeration.

Exciting news from the weekend:

- we confirmed that crazy laundry lady is certifiably crazy
- i made curry and it actually tasted good for a change
- i ate some cheese last night - 1.5 hours before the vegan challenge was officially over but i was a little buzzed and wanted to go to sleep rather than wait til 12 to eat my cheese
- i sat across from a man on the subway reading a book entitled "your erogenous zones"

vegan day 19/21

I accidentally ate a timbit on Tuesday. I just ate it. No thinking involved. It was 10 minutes before my brain kicked in. Then I felt ashamed and foolish.

Otherwise

I haven't eaten an animal product in 19 days. Ok, I had margarine on popcorn once. And I ate some honey.

I've become a huge fan of the concept of the three-week challenge. I think I will keep it up for a little while. Next week's three-week challenge is (I'm working on the name) the emotional-and-mental-health three week challenge. It will involve:

- no facebook/fml/textsfromlastnight
- 30 min/day max reading online news
- no aimless internet surfing
- no email checking/internet time wasting at home
- 15 minute/day ab workout (i'm adding this in even though it's not theme-related)

Phew

I almost became the 16th pedestrian in Toronto to be killed by a car this year. I'm walking to volleyball, minding my own business, crossing a street (where I have the right-of-way) when some asshole decides that he's going to turn left to drive down the side street which I am crossing.

I should mention that it's snowing and I have my hood up, so I have a bit of tunnel-vision. Thus, I'm unaware that this jackass is turning left (and hasn't seen me?) until he is 6 inches from running into me. Let's also mention that in the snow, the fucker is lucky that he didn't skid into me.

Anyways! I stop in my tracks, and turn the look at the man with an incredulous "wtf!" look accompanied with an arms out to the side gesture. He starts yelling at me from inside his car because I am now clearly blocking his way. NOT APOLOGETIC AT ALL. I stand there for a little while longer, give him the finger, and eventually start walking again. I kind of wish I had done something more drastic to make this a better story.

Cripes. Thank god I'm still alive to bitch about this adventure!

Greetings Internet Beings

You shall be the first (ok, 8th) to be informed that I will be moving to Mexico in August.

Yes, you heard me correctly. Monterrey, Mexico.

It wasn't a plan. It's not something that I considered before last Thursday. But I'm damn excited about it.

I'll be teaching grade 10 and 11 math at the American School Foundation of Monterrey.

My dad yelled and screamed but I think (hope) he'll get over it. Everyone else is either excited or kindly keeping their negative opinions to themselves.

That is all for now. I will write again when I am not so stunned and have had slightly more sleep than the couple of hours that I've had on the floor for the last 3 nights.

Good wishes only please.

I write to you from beside a stripper pole

in the living room of my sister's apartment. It's very shiny - calling out to be touched. I think I'll pass - especially because I'm currently eating cheerios with my hands straight from the box. It kind of makes me want to have a stripper pole at my house. Jenn? Yes?

I'm in Kingston and it feels like -28C outside. Cripes. I really don't want to go out there. How did I not bring long underwear with me?

banking jerkos

Today I went to the bank. They stole my debit card and gave me a new ugly one with a chip. They heartlessly cut my old card into pieces. It had been my friend since 1994. My heart is sad.