Musings on my ankle

A few things:

• I have a cankle.
  
  
• I don't normally have a cankle. This is an injury-related cankle. Which, ew. It's bothering me, as it is incredibly fat and ugly and even though I have some body image issues, one thing I have always felt secure about is my lovely, thin, shapely ankles.
  
  
• But now said lovely, thin ankle is disguised by fat, bulging skin. Which, as I said, ew.
  
  
• As you can see, I'm obsessed with my cankle.
  
  
• In other news, it's Friday. Woo hoo! And I'm going to a friend's wedding tomorrow. Woo hoo times 2! (I love weddings).
  
  
• That's pretty much all I have to say.
  
  
• (Again, I'm obsessed with the cankle and can't think of much else to talk about).
  
  
• Will report back later when cankle is gone.
  
  
• Oh, please let cankle be gone soon.

It's like when Mr. Big's name was finally revealed

Have I blabbered on enough in this blog about how much I love the hubster?

For those of you that have been following for a while, you may think I have. You may be getting tired of hearing me gush. But then again, he's so gush-worthy.

Be warned: if you don't wish to hear more about the hubster and his general wonderfulness, close this window now...

(I knew you wouldn't leave. How could you not want to hear about hubby??)

As you know, we're in the middle of home renos. The kitchen's a mess and it stresses me out. So, almost every day I get a little tense, a little short with my words, a little frustrated. And hubster's reaction? Very calm and cool and all rolling-with-the-punches-like. Which, I'm not going to lie, is annoying at times. But also comes in handy when I need a little breather from the internal wackness that is my stressed-out mind.

I was thinking about hubster this morning on the subway. His reaction to all this kitchen stuff just further confirms for me that he's a fantastic person. He knows how to read me and how to make me feel better about everything, without making me feel like I'm irrational or wrong for feeling the way I do. He may get angry or stressed at times, but it never lasts long. And then he's just back to his even-keel kind of way.

The hubster knows. That calm demeanor and relaxed stance... it's all to make you feel comfortable in his presence. But he knows what you're thinking. And what to say. Yes, he knows. He's smart that hubster of mine.

Oh, and his name... is Andrew. And I love him to death.

The most exciting news you'll read today. (Or maybe it's just exciting to me).

I know you've all been waiting for this news.... Like, edge of your seat in anticipation, type of waiting. So - here it is. Wait no longer. My news is...

Our kitchen cupboards are installed. Hells yeah!

This is very exciting for you. I know. I'll pause for a moment to let you catch your breath and calm your delicate nerves.

*Pause. Blink. Pause.*

Moving on. Our counter top is in as well. The stove and microwave are back in their places. And... happiest of happy news - We. Have. A. Dishwasher.

I'll say that again for emphasis: We. Have. A. Dishwasher. (I'm sorry, but I'm getting a little teary eyed right now just thinking of it).

We got so excited about the dishwasher that we loaded it up and used it immediately last night. Of course, it was a bit anticlimactic when the dishes came out filthy. It took us 2 more tries before we realized that the water that goes to the dishwasher wasn't turned on. So all we were doing was cooking dirt onto our dishes. Twice.

Anywho.

We got that figured out. And then we (of course) hit a little snag. We realized we hated the paint colour we chose.

So... hubster and I hustled off to Home Depot for the trillionth time and picked out a new colour. Last night we primed everything, got almost all our junk back into the cupboards, and tonight we'll hopefully paint the first coat of our new colour.

And then... AND THEN... I will breathe a huge sigh of relief and will revel in the gorgeousness that is my brand, new kitchen.

Hallelujah.

At least my eye twitch is gone

I'm back from Capital City.

Where I ran a half marathon... again.

And it almost killed me.

But then I had waffles and wine for dinner - so it was all better again.

And now I'm back at work and very busy. And my house is still in a total state of wreckage. So I have no calm or serenity at work or home.

Which is why I'm feeling frantic.

And why I must go now.

Goodbye.

PS: I love you.

Oh, the flossy flossy

Things that happened in my glamorous life yesterday (in no particular order):

• My cat shit on the carpet.
  
  
• The contractor failed to show up for an entire day, thus putting all progress behind and forcing me to live in the wreckage of a demolished kitchen for another day.
  
  
• I received a letter from the Home Depot Mail-in-Rebate people saying: No, in fact, you CAN'T have your $100 rebate on your shiny new microwave that we promised you. Why? Simply because we are scam artists and you? Have been scammed.
  
  
• I woke up to intense back pain along the left side of my mid back. Thought it was just from sleeping funny and it would go away.
  
  
• Back pain did not go away all day.
  
  
• Back pain is still present.
  
  
• The cat shit was ground into the carpet by the time I got my lazy arse around to cleaning it. (Luckily, our carpet camouflages such things as food, cat poo and wine.) (Note to all my readers: you may want to avoid things like eating off of or rubbing open wounds on said carpet. It's dirty, yo.)

What's this coffee-making machine you speak of?

Now that we're all a big mushy pile of goo from looking at a pic of my nephew... let's move on to other things.

Like the fact that I'm heading to Ottawa in 2 days to run another half marathon race. And the fact that I really, really don't want to.

(That's right. I said it. I'm a runner and I just do. Not. Want. To. Run. The Race. Perhaps it's because I've already inflicted myself with the torture of the 2 hour (plus) run. And yeah - once? Is enough, thank you very much.)

Or, we can move on to something else: the exciting news that my office finally has a coffee maker!! Again, you heard me right. We are in the year 2009 and my place of business just recently got a coffee maker put into the kitchen.

(Also - I'm not a coffee drinker, so you would think this news wouldn't be that exciting to me. However, I do make these homemade lattes every day and they taste SO much better with freshly brewed Starbucks coffee than with the instant crap I was previously using. Hurrah for modern inventions like coffee makers!)

Hows about we move on to the fact that yesterday, I was quite honest (read: brutally honest) with my boss about something and - surprise, surprise - my boss didn't seem too happy with my honesty at first.

Later, hubster asked me if maybe I wanted to perhaps approach the whole "honesty" thing a little more carefully around someone who could easily fire me. And - surprise, surprise - I was all indignant at this comment. I was all: "Hey - I'm just an honest person. I don't like to sugar coat. And if that ain't okay... than I don't wanna be right!!!" And.... then.... I thought about it a little bit.... and yeah. I realized that a little "discretion" really isn't a bad thing.

Anywho.

So that's what's up with me. And now, for your viewing pleasure (and your daily intake of vitamin "goo"), here is another picture of my nephew.

Hez: You have cute dimples, nephew.
Nephew: I like your honesty, Auntie.

When you're having a bad day, come here.

This.

Just this.

Nothing else matters anymore, does it?