July 22, 2013

  • It's Monday... Need I say more?

    So Dad still hasn't finished in my room, and that made getting ready for work today a real pain. All my stuff is scattered all over the house, wherever there was room, and it made this morning a scavenger hunt for clothing, my purse, my work bag, my shoes, and all that necessary stuff. The fact that my clothes were not in the same room as my bed messed with my mind a little, and I nearly walked out of my bedroom in my undies like I would have at my old apartment. My mum would have had a conniption fit, even though my dad wasn't home. If it weren't for the fact I cannot afford rent I'd move out, because I really miss living on my own. whatevah

    It makes me wonder what I'll do in Ireland. I want to have housemates, because I've only ever lived with "parents". Not necessarily my parents, but somebody's parents (a mother and daughter, a young family, an older couple), and I'd really like to share a house with some fun people my age. Preferably females who like to clean, because when I used to hang out at the "guys' house" in university the place was icky. I would actually walk to my grandparents' home a couple blocks away to use the washroom, because I was worried about the sanitary levels at the house. The thing is, though, that I loved being by myself in Toronto so much better than the three places where I rented a room in someone else's home. I'm a little worried that I won't like having roomies, but it seems like the best idea for both my budget and being social. 

    Before work and before my frantic search for work-necessary items, I did my sixteenth day of "Shred". Not the same shred as Riis, but Jillian Michaels' DVD. I started Level Two last week but doing the lower intensity version of the moves with the intent of bumping it to the jumping version this week. Let's just say I'll have to work up to that even more gradually because I pertnear gave myself an asthma attack and my limbs were ready to fall off! I was slightly aggravated when my mum said that she didn't get to do her workout regime correctly last week due to my doing the "Shred" before I went to work. I couldn't comprehend that considering that (a) she said she prefers to exercise in the afternoon and (b) she doesn't work in the summers and therefore has all freaking day to do her own exercises. She doesn't have to do the same workout I do nor workout at 9 or 10am as I have been! *oy*

    I had to force myself to work today. I don't know what it was, the grey skies maybe?, that made me feel entirely lackluster. The only highlight of my day was fining out that Prince Wills and Princess Kate were at the hospital, and their baby's arrival was imminent. However, by the time I found out that she was in labour Kate had already given birth, though I don't think it was announced until a couple hours later. I was kind of hoping the baby would be a girl, just because the laws of succession had changed. It would have been fabulous to be alive when the first female monarch was born... At least I think a girl would have been the first female of the British Monarchy be known she'd be the queen from birth. It isn't something we get taught at school, so all I know comes from blockbuster films about the Royals silly

    Shortly after I returned home from work my grandparents stopped by. I was in my mum's office (aka where her computer and her exercise equipment are) where my laptop has taken temporary residence when I heard a thud and my mum panicking. It turns out that my grandmother had just suddenly keeled over! She had been fainting a fair bit over the last few months and went to the KGH on Friday to have a heart monitor put in. If she passes out, whomever is with her is to press a button on the remote control and put it on her chest where something or other was put in during the surgery. Then my grandpa has to call somebody and be told whether he has to take her to see a doctor or not.  

    It seems my mum forgot what to do and once told she wasn't sure where the button was. For some reason neither my grandfather nor dad moved when grandma hit the deck, rather than rush over to help. I didn't think I should go to the kitchen, figuring there were enough people in the room and they supposedly knew what to do... If I had, I probably would have gotten there from halfway across the house before the men did *shakes head* They went home shortly after, and mum just called to check in on them as we weren't sure if grandma hit her head on the cupboard when she went down. It seems she's okay at this time. 

    After that I started supper. Dad is barbecuing chicken and mum is reading outside, while I make carrots (ew) and colcannon (mashed potatoes with kale). My sister-in-law says it's a dutch dish called boutacol (spelling?) or some such, but when I google looking for the name I could only find the Irish name for it! *L0L* Admittedly, this dish could be made with either kale or cabbage, but whatever. winky

    SUMR