I Just Don't Know...

So I got home with new dark hair on Friday for my Autumn look. My father wanted to know if I know what my real colour is anymore.

Sadly, I do not.

Where I Die of Shock

My mother is a clean freak. I am not. This is not shocking.

My parents are coming tomorrow and the house is not clean. I phoned my mother today and asked her to help me Friday give the house a good cleaning.

She agreed, and then told me that really, I should get another cleaning lady.

It's a good thing there were no feathers around to knock me over.

That's Swedish...for Particle Board

Ah, the life of a domestic diva...sleep late, watch TV, cook occasionally, generally not do much of anything. Frankly, my life is starting to fall into this pattern, and while I lurrrve it, it is also an indicator of the fact that I sorely need to go back to work.

Structure! Normal bedtimes! Regular meals! That's what I need.

To this end, I have started to plan for going back. With only 3 classes a day, you'd think that it wouldn't be that bad. And in one way, it really isn't. But it's been a looong time (try Teacher's College other than a 3 week stint 6 years ago) since I've taught classroom music, and I have a real need this year not to screw up. The rest of my job will be learning curve enough. I don't need what I'm supposed to be trained in to be crazed and time sucking as well.

I am officially starting to drive J nuts with all of my songs and finger plays and line up chants and body percussion doohickeys and so on. I was showing him glove puppets today that I made in music school and have never used, and he wanted to know if I was going to have fun, or if the kids would. My answer was both. And I stuck my tongue out at him. I'm so mature.

But while I listened to CDs of tacky accompaniment music that came with my new books, J moved his wardrobe into a new armoire. A couple of weeks ago, the bar in his old armoire fell when someone (*cough* me) shifted a shirt and the hook into the wall broke off and fell. Suddenly, I needed to clean my office stuff out of the guest room so that J could fill the room with his clothes. It's a good thing that we don't have many guests...the room is constantly the emergency staging area for the latest upstairs disaster in the house.

The armoire we had didn't owe us much, and as a piece of IKEA furniture was pretty cheap to begin with. So we went shopping for the new, stronger, bigger, huger armoire. It is all those adjectives, and black. It also matches nothing in our bedroom. It's the latest in eclectic chic. But it also holds more of his clothes, and I'm going to put in the basement the shelves that I have hated since they entered my house a year and a half ago. I am slowly reclaiming the guest room, one drawer at a time, and it thrills me to no end. Sooner or later, I will also find space for J's suitcases, blankets and bits and pieces that cover the blanket box, and generally fill every nook and cranny of the room. I think it's called moving into a new house where he'll have an office and I'll never go in there.

Letting Go...

I have a hard time letting go.

I'm slowly moving back into my office after painting in June. The room was so nice and neat and clean, and I didn't want my truck to ruin it all. There are boxes of stuff; that while I'm not ready to get rid of them, I don't want them invading my fresh office and sitting here until we move and I load them on the truck to go to the next house because I don't know what to do with souvenirs of my year in France (including some texts...anyone need Plato in French from my philosophy class??)

When it came time to empty the office, I was brutal - I got rid of all my notes from university that I knew I would never look at again, I threw out the old calendars with the pictures I probably would never use for bulletin boards, and I tried to save only what was necessary and useful.

Monday, we went to Ikea to buy me a new bookshelf (a Flarke, for those who follow my Facebook updates) for the binders that I didn't empty. I now have all of my teaching stuff organized and in my office. But there are still 2 boxes that I don't know what to do with in the guest room, and they certainly aren't moving back in here. We'll see. There's an extra Rubbermaid container that we bought for J and have never used that has become furniture in our upstairs hall. Perhaps I'll sift through the contents, keep some, and store it in plastic in the basement. We'll see.

Likewise, I'm off today to London to a wedding gown consignment shop. After a year of tripping over, moving, and otherwise unsure what to do with the white behemouth I wore for 6 hours last July, I've decided to see what I can get for it. This fills me with dread, excitement, a little avarice (I could totally use the cash), and sadness. It's a great dress.

Why didn't I try vacuuming in it atleast once?

A Meme While I Process...

I have thinks to say...armoires that broke...18 days of vacation. The short version: We're well, we're happy, and J has a nice ex-gf. Oh! And I *heart* my GPS. Here's the rules. I'm trying to organize my office, so I have time for this...and it's the beginning of a long weekend.
  1. Put your mp3 player or music player on your computer on random.
  2. Post the first four lines from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song (skip repeat artists). Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
  3. Don’t cheat, you Google whores! (I cleaned it up a little from Kapgar for the young and impressionable among us.)
Let's begin!

1. I got no money in my pockets

I got a hole in my jeans

I had a job and I lost it

But it won't get to me

2. I've called you so many times today

And I guess it's true what your girlfriends say

That you don't ever want to see me again

And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten

3. I drank sixteen doubles for the price of one

Trying to find the courage to talk to one

I asked her for a dance

Not a second glance

4. Been waiting up

For you to rescue me

To come around

And cover everything

5. If I had $1000000

I would buy you a house

If I had $1000000

I'd buy you furniture for your house

(If I Had $1 000 000 - Barenaked Ladies, guessed by Lindsay)

6. I was a sailor, I was lost at sea

I was under the waves

Before love rescued me

I was a fighter, I could turn on a thread

7. You say that you're leaving

Well that comes as no surprise

Still I kinda like this feeling

Of being left behind

8. If you start me up

If you start me up I'll never stop

If you start me up

If you start me up I'll never stop

9. Life's like a road that you travel on

It's one day here and the next day gone

Sometimes you bend sometimes you stand

Sometimes you turn your back to the wind

10. Give me time to reason

Give me time to think it through

Passing through the season

Where I cheated you

11. He's a movie star

Only drives rented cars

Met him in a bar

Said, "I know who you are"

12. *Sigh* - I knew something like this would come up

I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart

But you've got being right down to an art

You think you're a genius. You drive me up the wall

You're a regular original know it all

13. I knew you wanted to tell me

In your voice there was something wrong

But if you would turn your face away from me

You cannot tell me you're so strong

14. She left with all of her clothes and all

She left with all my CDs

She was too small to take the big screen

So she took all my DVDs

15. First we'd climb a tree

And maybe then we'd talk

Or sit silently

And listen to our thoughts

(Ahead By A Century - The Tragically Hip, guessed by Lindsay)

16. My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why

I got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

And I can't see at all

17. The grey ceiling on the earth, well it's lasted for a while

Take my thoughts for what they're worth, I've been acting like a child

In your opinion, and what is that?

It's just a different point of view

18. The dawn is breaking

A light shining through

You're barely waking

And I'm tangled up in you

19. People all over the world

Join hands

Start a love train, love train

People all over the world

20. My my, at Waterloo Napoleon did surrender

Oh yeah, and I have met my destiny in quite a similar way

The history book on the shelf

Is always repeating itself