Complaining about something*

  • Complaining about something*,  House Projects*

    When it rains, it pours*

    Move over Tom Hanks, there’s a new money pit in town. I have always, always loved Tom Hanks. He is my favourite actor, hands down. I have always felt this way for one simple reason: his movies always make me feel good. I know there’s the odd one that is just… off (Joe vs. The Volcano… really?), but for the most part, if Tom Hanks is in a movie, I love it. I particularly love his comedies from the 80s and 90s, and my favourite of all is The Money Pit. If you haven’t seen it, go. Go now. It’s hilarious. For the past couple of years, we’ve lovingly teased…

  • Complaining about something*

    Looking In*

    Hi dears. I know I’ve been… quiet this month. It’s been a hard couple of weeks for me, and I knew that my writing would reflect a lot of the emotions I was feeling, and I just didn’t want to pour that all here. I’m not quite sure how to begin what I want to write without making it sound like I’m being incredibly insecure and sorry for myself. In a way, I know that I am. But August was certainly a month of highs and lows for me, and I found myself on a roller coaster with too many dips. Let me explain: A few weeks ago I confessed…

  • Complaining about something*,  Le Bebe*

    Who Needs Sleep?

    It’s official: I have reached a new level of exhaustion. I mentioned yesterday that Ruby doesn’t really nap. Well, apparently she doesn’t need to sleep at night either. For the past month, my little wee-bean has exhibited some… interesting… sleeping habits. I know babies are often inconsistent, but she’s all over the map. One night she’ll sleep for a 5 hours stretch, one night it’ll be 3, but more often than not she is up every hour and a half to two hours. All. Night. Long. Let’s examine last night, shall we? I began her little bedtime routine shortly after 8pm, same as every night: warm bath, jammies, stories, then…

  • Complaining about something*

    Stolen: A Story of Plagiarism*

    I don’t consider myself to be a great writer. I think I’m a good writer, but I know that I still have so many things I could improve on. I think that I sometimes have great ideas, but that it’s not always consistant. That’s why I was shocked when I found out that another website had blatantly stolen ten posts that I had recently written. But let’s start at the beginning, shall we? WordPress has this neat little feature on the dashboard that lets me sort out comments as they come in. Most are approved automatically, while ones that seem a little “spammy” are flagged for me to have a…

  • Complaining about something*,  Teaching*,  Le Bebe*

    A Hard Day*

    I cried today. Actually, I cried twice today. And if you want to get really technical, I cried twice at work today. Before the first bell even rang. *sigh* It was one of those days. I didn’t get a call for work last night, so I assumed that I’d be off today. I always get up and get ready for work anyway, but today my heart was only half in it. My back was still bothering me, and I really wanted a day to veg and go thrift shopping–basically just have a “me” day. As the Hubster and I were sitting eating breakfast at 7:20 this morning, my phone rang.…