the candid files

Peter handed in his thesis project this morning.  That means the rest of the semester is downhill from here, and then come August 17 he’s done!!! DONE!!! My wonderful husband will be wonderfully graduated!!

What a long road this has been.  For so long this has been LIFE.  When Peter and I started dating he hadn’t even applied to university, and now, four and a half years later we’re married and he’s almost finished his degree!

Ten months of marriage hasn’t been all that tumultuous.  It’s a beautiful life.  I’m still waiting for that difficult period they say is supposed to happen after the “honeymoon is over”.  Call me naive but I’m not anticipated anything too heartbreaking – I think in all the time Peter and I have been together we’ve had approximately three fights where voices were raised.  As that is less than once a year I’m not too concerned.  I have to give Peter most of the credit for that, though.  He has the patience of a saint.

Anyway, I’m excited because we’re going up to a cottage in Parry Sound this weekend with my family.  It’s going to be great.  Great to be up north, great because all the stress of trying to extricate myself from work for five days is now over (should be a TON of fun when I get back there on Wednesday) and great because I’m concentrating all my efforts this weekend on getting a tan.

What else should I mention to the world?  Oh, I’m not pregnant.  And I have no plans to become pregnant.  Thankfully people have somewhat stopped asking me.  You have to know that my dear friends Sarah and Marleah, with whom I do not work but with whom I do take all my breaks and lunches (it’s complicated), are both pregnant.  Almost the same amount pregnant, too.  So usually when we go walking, whenever we meet someone, they coo something like “Hello, Mummies!!” and concentrate all their surveillance to the abdominal area.  I may have overreacted to this at one point; anyway the other day we met someone from work and as they passed they said “Hi, Mommies!…and Candice”.  I was so touched to be acknowledged. 

I’m off to do some housework, I’ll probably talk to you in six months again.  See ya!

So not too much has changed since my last post.  It’s still FREEZING in here.  The kids are in bed because it’s 11:00, so at least they’re  quiet.

I love snow.  Even when I’m at work and I only see the snow when I make my 47-time-per-day trek around the office, past all the big huge windows, to talk to so-and-so, pick this up from whats-their-face, drop that off with you-know-who…I  could probably do a lot of my work from the sedentary spot at my desk but then I would never see any of my colleagues – maybe I wouldn’t recognize them if I ran into them at the grocery store or in the mall.  I’m sometimes suprised by how rare it is to run into a co-worker outside of work.  And for some reason whenever I do it’s really only the people who I know only on a “hey I’ve seen her face around” kind of basis.  I suppose that I should feel ashamed that there exists people I don’t know in my organization, but since we have staff that only work weekends and staff that work out of hospitals and other sites, we really only get everybody in one room for the annual Christmas luncheon.  So I can be excused, I think.

Anyway, this was pointless.  I’m going to go huddle under a mound of blankets and hope I fall asleep before I freeze.  Although I sort of doubt I’ll know because I hear that freezing to death feels a lot like falling asleep.  Now I’ll be paranoid.  Oh great.

Have you ever had it where you want to get along with an individual in your life, but every time you resolve not to be at odds with said individual, something happens that proves again that it is not humanly possible?!?!

Of course this is purely hypothetical. I always get along with everyone. RIGHT…

My house is FREEZING. I’m tired even though I slept in until nine this morning. The kids across the wall are chanting some random thing over and over and thumping things. I can’t believe this house is still standing, sometimes. I’m grumpy because of said hypothetical situation. I’m going to the grocery store to do some banking and then I’m going to go get my eyes checked out at the optometrist and I’m going to try to warm up before I come home again to my FREEZING house and think of something to make for dinner.

Then I’m going to get rid of this grumpiness and go to GBS. Which is good. Breathe in, breathe out, publish and leave.

I did actually make it through that week.

Wow.

Ok, so Peter’s actually working for his Dad today, so I got up with him with all good intentions of scrubbing the house from top to bottom and doing laundry and groceries while he was gone.  I haven’t got a thing done yet, I spent most of the morning studying the MLS website looking at houses.  I found a couple that I love.  But, gotta wait at least another six months before we get serious about the whole home ownership thing, I think.  Oh well, I still have two hours or so..

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Things that I love:

- driving to work (not arriving at work)

- toasty warm air blowing on feet

- snuggling in bed with my hubby at 5am because it’s freezing

- kicking said hubby in the middle of the night to get him to quit snoring.  Nice to know he’s alive.

-  cooking something for the first time and having it work out

- coffee that’s not in a travel mug

- Peter’s laugh

- naming plants

- having enough hot water in the shower

- nice smooth shaved legs

-  vaccuuming carpet

- pea soup (YES!! LUNCH!!)

- reading classifieds

- playing “my” piano

- LW practice when we get along

- twinkling lights

- fresh clean sheets

- warm towels straight out of the dryer

- understanding geek jokes

It’s two pm on January 1st…I guess my New Years Eve party has finally ended. The house isn’t even destroyed.

I actually made a New Years resolution not to become grossly obese this year…apparently my so-called friends figured that out, even though I never verbalized the thought. So they brought over a TON of food, ate about half of it, and then left the rest in order to sabotage my resolution. So just so you know, when you see me next I’ll be fat.

And it will be your fault.

I’m thinking alot about what 2007 will bring. I don’t know – shocking, isn’t it. Happy new year, everyone!

Hang on.  I just decided I have to add something to today.

I’m really proud of my little brother and sister.  I think maybe I didn’t notice how proud I was of them until I didn’t have them around all the time.  Because now the annoying things about them aren’t there anymore.  (for instance, I have my own bathroom counter, so I don’t care what Brittni leaves all over hers).  So…I guess I just want to tell the world that I am super proud of both of them.

Yay for siblings!!!

No, thank goodness – I am not moving yet. *Shudder* (I hate packing)

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I think everyone should take the day off after they host a party. As I was finishing up the dishes this morning, I was thinking about how even though the party we had WASN’T actually a housewarming party – the house feels warmer. It feels more like a home.

Of course since it’s my day off I decided to take it easy too, so I thought hey, maybe I’ll drink my coffee while watching BT. So I picked up my coffee and walked into my living room in my pjs – and that’s what I was thinking “My Living Room” – so comfortable. It takes long to have a place feel like your own. It still isn’t exactly the place I will miss like some sort of family homestead. But it’s our place. The walls are friendlier.

I was going to put up a picture or two, but sad to say my computer is not treating me nicely.