happy new year

2018. It's been 18 years since we were all convinced that the world was going to end. Remember that? Of course some of us worried slightly less and figured that if it was going to happen we may as well be drunk at a social when it did. That was a good night. And it was so so long ago. I don't know where the time has gone, really. Or if I've "changed and grown" enough to account for the passage of 18 years of legal adulthood.

Things feel a little hopeless lately, to be honest. I know I know, lovely husband, nice family, house, car, fence. I have nothing to complain about besides a dose of healthy 1st world melancholy, but still.

I worked for 7 whole weeks at a company here that makes and bends and welds things out of metal. Lots of farm machinery, some bus parts, this big grain conveyor/mulcher/feeder things for cows. I was on the paint line. I hung parts on a conveyor. I sometimes set up the racks for the parts. I jumped out from behind things and tried to scare …

christmas letter in september, but only because it's been so damn long

Good morning, people! Where to start? Oh! With an early morning walk, no breakfast, all the coffee and the ever-awesome early-morning-all-the-coffee-no-breakfast jitters. I love coffee high.

We went on a road trip this summer. BC, Vancouver Island, all the good places. Nobody fell off any mountains, was eaten by a bear or was brutally pummeled by a sibling in the many hours spent in the van. Win win win. I have pictures here..... somewhere, but that would involve a lot more than just typing some stuff out.

School started, two days ago for the kids. Not for me. Ah well. Subbing for now still, I suppose. Elliot is in grade 2 this year and this morning as she comes out ready for her day it occurs to me she's now worn the same outfit for the entire 3 days of this school year so far. I'm sure nobody will notice. Mitchell is in grade 4, the oldest class in his school. It's weird, because he never seems like the oldest anything to me. Tennyson  is in grade 5, first year at a new …

happy friday

Today's Ten Things!

I apologize in advance for making that title so misleading, what with the exclamation point and all.

I worked at Arthur Meighen today. In a class that has some fun little challenging kids. We had a great day. One kid came up and said shyly, "can I hug you?" and I said, "sure!" He hugged me for a while, even after I made natural attempts to bring the hug to an end. He just made them tighter. It was sweet. I stole some kids soccer ball and threw it over the crowd and gave it to the girls. I got to play librarian for 20 minutes because the actual librarian was out. Only one kid cried in library. He was actually today's only crier. I told Steven he should make supper today. I ended up with BBQ steak, asparagus and potatoes with all the fixin's. He's sealed his fate.It's Friday. The kids have Soccer Jamboree tomorrow. Jordan had her track meet the other day. She didn't place in any of her events. This is why she'll never ge…

two things

Two things I learned about myself today, that I probably already knew.

1. Sometimes, I talk too much. Sometimes, talking more doesn't make things better. 
2. If I paint a wall all on my own, I'm less likely to lay on the floor and take breaks, and more likely to just motor on through. 
Who knew.

thursday morning thought. on paper. to be transcribed later. you're welcome.

Thursday, April 6, 9 am. - I'm at school. Subbing. I'd actually have been more than ok being home. To nap. I really have nothing. No thing. Hallway people are being loud. Someone, an adult, just told the electrician not to electrocute himself. He's right outside the door. I think I'll name him Sparky and wait for something exciting to happen. This class is reading right now. If Sparky gets electrocuted and falls off the ladder, they may actually notice. If someones heart stops due to electrocution, and I use a defibrillator to revive him, will he actually run better after?Apparently, this grade 8 class has spent some time deciding I look like a Pam. When one of them tells the others that Pam is subbing, they all know it's me. I'm not sure that they know Mrs. Verwey the same. It amuses me. Someone found out from a kid who knows me in real life that my name is Tiffany. Pretty sure they're hanging onto Pam though. Last time I was here they spent 15 minutes or …


I used to blog more. Sometimes I go back and reread parts of my blog, and I think, this was fun! I'm glad I did this, I forget all these things otherwise!

Not sure when exactly I became a non-blogger. I feel like maybe it was facebook, or getting my iPhone and texting people my little stories and random thoughts all day. Once I've told somebody something, it's "out there," and I don't feel the draw to come in here and write about it. Maybe I should just stop telling people things until after I've blogged.

I didn't sleep much last night, probably because of all the coke in the paralyzers. After a night of tossing and turning and weird dreams, I finally just gave up on having a really good sleep at about 5:30.

Then, all the coffee, and catching up on some blogs I read, and wondering why I essentially quit.

Tennyson was up here at 6:30 and hopped on the other computer. Did you know that boys can't play computer games without becoming their own narrat…

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