Posts Tagged ‘family’

Happy New Year and Notes

First of all, I’d like to wish everyone a happy new year. There will be no promise of losing weight, drinking less Pepsi, reading more books or anything of the sort from me.

Second, I am currently in Montreal for a few days—no more than a week. I have a few appointments and things to settle. Nothing of the “I’ll break your leg!” kind.

Third, I haven’t been very active online of late. I think it’s mostly because I’ve been quite busy with the holidays. Family dinners every two or three days don’t leave me with much time to chat, review and blog. I hope to return to working on the future of this site when I go back to my parents’ place. Here’s to hoping we finally get a router so my computer can be plugged to the internet.

Fourth, I hope my cat is going fine while I’m so far from her! Poor little scared thing. 😦


Brand New Niece

I have a brand new niece, born on the 20th of August. Her name is Viviane. I already have a niece and a nephew from one sister, and this new niece is from another sister. So congratulate my sister! 🙂

Because Rambling Is Better Than Whining…

The Holidays are coming very soon. That doesn’t mean “days off” while I don’t have a job, but it does mean that I can indulge in large amounts of foods…which I don’t have to pay for! Isn’t it wonderful? I intend to stuck up a lot for the rest of the winter. I could use my breasts as storage room.

More seriously, though, I hope I can get some things from my mom, like a meat pie or two and spaghetti sauce. I received a jar from her a couple of weeks ago but, of course, it got eaten pretty quickly. I should ask for a bigger jar next time, because both Eric and I eat it.

I have to call an organism today that will help me find a job. They are specialized in helping people in therapy find jobs, so I know that the person who employs me will be fully aware of my condition, or at least the parts that can help or disturb my work.

I still have to buy a Christmas gift for my mom. We’re doing an exchange, as every year for a while now, and I picked her name. She put a book as one of her suggestions, and it’s surely what I’ll get her. It’s something straightforward (i.e. no spending four hours searching for what exactly she could want as a “surprise”). Besides, since Eric works in a bookstore, I can just get him to buy it for me. Well, I’ll be the one to pay, but I won’t have to go shopping one week before Christmas.

I’d love to get Eric something, but I don’t know what. Something not too expensive that would make him happy.

I learned a couple of days ago that my best friend, who has been living in British Columbia for about two years, is coming here for the holidays! Since she’s coming after Christmas (but before the new year), it means that I will be gone for maybe about ten days. On one hand, I’m going to miss Eric (and the furry one if I can’t bring her along), but, on the other hand, there are many people I will see whom I’ve missed.

My niece can now walk on her two feet, something which she couldn’t last time I’ve seen her, sometime during the fall. My nephew, her brother, is now attending school, or rather pre-school.

The location of my group therapy is changing next week. Well, our next meeting is at the same place, but, after a two-weeks break for the holidays, we’ll be back in a new location.

Apples and Pumpkins

I’ve been delaying this post for quite some time now, but here it is as promised.

I got up quite early on Saturday, after far from enough sleep. Instead of going on the computer or reading, I proceeded to cleaning the kitchen floor and doing the dishes. Then I dropped dead on my bed and woke up only in the evening, on time to eat supper at my sister’s place.

The supper went well and I was even hopeful that the next day, which would be spent on picking apples, would be fun. I should have known better.

First, I don’t like apples, as I said about a hundred times on various places on the web. I don’t like then raw, I don’t like them baked, etc. The only apple thing I like is green apple as a perfume. So, the prospect of spending the entire day picking up a fruit I don’t like didn’t attract me much, but I went anyway.

Second, I have a lot of difficulty dealing with rotten stuff. When you pick up apples, you choose the ones you prefer. If you happen to pick up one that doesn’t please you, you simply drop it down at the bottom of the tree. So there I was, on a ground where it was impossible not to encounter some rotten apples that had been stepped on by several autumn enthusiasts and their careless kids.

Dinner (the meal at noon) came. My mother ordered for herself, me and my sister, the pancakes they serve everyone, but asked the apple pieces to be removed from mine. The sauce on the pancake was made with apples. The sauce on the lettuce was made with apples. Joy! I tried enjoying the meal, but I was also sitting beside my nephew who was eating a “breakfast pancake”, with lots of fruits and an apple-less sauce. It’s unfair!

By the time we were done, I was exhausted from lack of sleep and being outdoors, and really looking forward to being home. My sister, however, wanted to take her son (4 years old) to see a pumpkins field. I don’t like pumpkins, nor any other kind of squash fruits. Jack Skellington is an exception, of course.

There were a terribly big of people. Pumpkin fields are boring anyway. Just pumpkins lying around, waiting to be picked. Woo-hoo!

Then was time to return to Montreal. Picking pumpkins and apples is a really popular thing (and commercial too), so there was a hell of a lot of traffic. Yes, we were in the countryside, in a small village where about 2 cars pass by per day during the rest of the year, but it’s quite busy in autumn. It took forever to reach the highway, then we were often slowed down by the traffic on our way back.

When we arrived at my home, I hurried into bed to get some sleep, else I would probably have done mean things. The supper itself went quite well. We had chicken with rice and something else I just can’t seem to remember.

Thanksgiving To-Do List

It is Thanksgiving for us Canadians this weekend. I don’t care much for the holiday in itself, but my mother is taking advantage of a three-days break to come visit me. She’s bringing my sister along with her, while my eldest sister is coming too along with her two children (my niece and nephew).

I have to clean around the apartment. It’s far from being filthy, but the usual weekend cleaning must be done faster than per usual so that they may arrive in a clean apartment.

  • Clean around my bedroom. This means storing what needs to be stored, finish the laundry, and pick up a few things here and there. I should change the sheets of my bed too, and wash my pillowcase.
  • Clean the upstairs bathroom. I will probably leave this to my roommate, as I have great difficulty doing it and Eric is working tomorrow. Again, just usual stuff we do at least once a week (clean the bath, toilet and sink)
  • Vacuum-clean downstairs (kitchen and living room) and wash the kitchen floor.
  • Do the dishes (all of them, not just a part of them).
  • Empty the recycling box
  • Change my cat’s litter
  • Change the sheets in Eric’s bed for whoever is going to sleep there during the weekend

I intend on doing some of these things while I’m not sleeping tonight. I have insomnia anyway, and I slept for most of the day because of lack of sleep the previous nights, so it won’t make me stay up later than usual. I’ll finish what’s left tomorrow.

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