My weekend

Had an exciting and nervwracking past few days. On Friday Mike came into my grade one class and did a presentation on the RCMP. It was really cute to hear all the questions they asked him. He even wore his Red Serge for them. My favourite questions were:

Have you ever found any evidence? (This after they had discussed shows like Scooby Doo and Blue's Clues.)

and, "Where's your horse?"

On Friday night the staff went out for dinner at the new D.C. restaurant, Tony Roma's, where we surprised our LA teacher and our vice-principal on their birthdays. I splurged and had steak and dessert, because I'm only going to be able to drink food for the next two weeks (more on that later). Afterwards, we went over to Karine's house, and since all the teachers there were francophone we had a fun time speaking in french and playing "Dance Revolution" on her nintendo wii. The game is very addicting, if you've never tried it before, but such a good workout. I got better at the end, and stopped getting booed by the screen.

Saturday was my first fundraising event for the Relay for Life. I started a team about a month ago and we have already raised close to 3000$ dollars. We had a bake sale at the co-op mall all day long and raised 515$ for the Canadian Cancer Society. I couldn't believe how much baking our team managed to make. There were a ton of super kind generous people, and some super cheap ones too. All the goodies were in bags and on plates and we sold them by donation, because I figured if I put a price tag saying 2$ for a bag, anyone who had a five would ask for change. But, this way, when people handed me their 5 dollar bill and said how much, I said by donation, and usually they would feel too cheap to ask for change. However, we did have one elderly couple who we were not so impressd by. The husband had a wad of cash in his wallet, and then proceeded to dump his pennies and nickels into our jar, while his wife grabbed an entire loaf of banana bread and a plate of at least a dozen cookies. I was trying really hard to smile and say thank you whithout being judgemental, but who does that? Oh well, the generosity of others balanced out the people who were trying to get a "good deal" on baked goods.

Then, Sunday was the day I've been dreading for about 5 years now. I've had four wisdom teeth that have needed to be removed for a while, but I've been too chicken to get it done. But, now that Mike is in the RCMP, they will cover half of the cost, so I figured I'd better get it done and over with. So, yesterday morning at 10 am we made made our way (in the snow which had dumped overnight on my green lawn! ) to the dentist office. An oral surgeon flies in once a month on sundays and people cram in all day to get their wisdom teeth extracted. I got there just in time to see the drugged up previous patient emerging from the back and totally freaked out, but managed to make it to the dentist chair on my own. The reason I was scared was that I've never been put to sleep before, so I had no idea what it would feel like. The surgeon said I would feel a little drunk, then drift to sleep. I remember saying, okay I feel the drunkenness now, and then asking "so when do I fall asleep?". The next thing I remember I was awake in another room, with the faint memory of two nurses half carrying me there once I had woken up. I must say it was actually not an unpleasant experience, and the surgeon was amazing. I only wish they had let me sleep longer in the comfy chair with the blanket. The dentist told Mike that there was only one difficult tooth, which I had expected (it was grown in sideways under the skin) and the rest of the teeth aren't even sore. Unfortunately, the anaesthetic made me sick when I got home, but now I just feel like I got punched in the jaw. Only 2 more hours until I can take my next T-3.

But, I can't explain the relief now that it's over, and I've got Mike taking care of me, cleaning the house, and making me delicious smoothies and soup three times a day (he makes excellent smoothies). I've also got a cup with four teeth in it that I have no idea what to do with. Why do they give you your teeth anyways? I would have said no thank-you if it weren't for my drunkenness. Maybe if I put them under the pillow the tooth fairy will bring me back the $700 it cost to have them removed?

Just for fun...

You Are a Grilled Cheese Sandwich

You are a traditional person with very simple tastes. In your opinion, the best things in life are free, easy, and fun. You totally go with the flow. And you enjoy every minute of it! Your best friend: The Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Your mortal enemy: The Ham Sandwich

What Kind of Sandwich Are You?

Goblin Fruit

Haven't had much time to blog lately, however, I wanted to post this website, which is a poetry zine published quarterly called Goblin Fruit. The spring 2008 issue was released today, and features one of my poems, titled "The Magician's Wife" along with a recording of myself reading it. I will admit the recording I made is not that great, but then who likes hearing their own voice, right?

Hope you enjoy it!

p.s. My yard is 98% snow free!