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No picture this time, but definitely a movie of my niece in her tiny, tiny sled. My sister is tugging her around and Randy is narrating. ADOR-AH-BUHL.
If you have the patience to download it from my host, you'll be overwhelmed by baby smiles.
Promise.
(I'm uploading it at 65KB per sec, so that's not too shabby.)
MY NIECE SLEDDING. (MPG, 54M)
I have just recently ordered a book called Fingersmith by Sarah Waters, a lesbian novel about, well, two girls who meet and fall in love. It looks really interesting. I'm trying to branch out from my usual authors a little, but have discovered that I really am not as interested in heterosexual relationships in writing as I am in lesbian stuff.
Big surprise, right?
I also recieved my final assignment back from my Social Work 2510 course. I got an 83%, and some stunning reviews, including "you display an amazing ability to apply critical thought" and "you are innovative with your ideas while still presenting traditional theories". I practically glowed while reading that.
Maybe this /is/ what I'm meant to do.
Allison has returning to academia in the form of a bridging program at College of the North Atlantic. She is finding it good, very manageable, and is getting along with her classmates (they are as equally ill!) quite well. This makes me very pleased. She is considering cosmetology as a career.
Our landlords are moving in April. They are retiring. So we are moving from Canada Drive, where I've lived for...well, the entire time I've lived in St. John's.
My little apartment. It breaks my heart to leave this house, and it's not like the apartment is spectacular - but there's just so many memories, really. 6 years worth. Little things like how this place smells naturally (sort of nice, a little soft and subtle, like baked bread) when we're not burning candles and the litter is clean. Or the way the pipes next to my side of the bed knock a little beat in the mornings.
It's harder than I've let Allison know. I know it's rough for her to move, so I've been pretty quiet about how I feel. But really, I don't want to go. I guess that's normal.
Still - life changes, right?
Speaking of changes, our couples' therapy session got cancelled due to snow! Hah. So it is now on February 7th. Allie is having second thoughts, but I'm looking forward to it. I think it'll be good for us. And it'll be nice to have a neutral environment where we can rationalize and examine, without being too emotional.
It's funny that all this change is going on and Katie will come back from Africa and be like, 'wtf'. Haaaah. I told you that this year was going to be one of change, K. Fitz.
Showering now.
Phew. The people on So You Think You Can Dance? make me feel tired just watching them leap and prance around like that. Christ.
If you have the patience to download it from my host, you'll be overwhelmed by baby smiles.
Promise.
(I'm uploading it at 65KB per sec, so that's not too shabby.)
MY NIECE SLEDDING. (MPG, 54M)
I have just recently ordered a book called Fingersmith by Sarah Waters, a lesbian novel about, well, two girls who meet and fall in love. It looks really interesting. I'm trying to branch out from my usual authors a little, but have discovered that I really am not as interested in heterosexual relationships in writing as I am in lesbian stuff.
Big surprise, right?
I also recieved my final assignment back from my Social Work 2510 course. I got an 83%, and some stunning reviews, including "you display an amazing ability to apply critical thought" and "you are innovative with your ideas while still presenting traditional theories". I practically glowed while reading that.
Maybe this /is/ what I'm meant to do.
Allison has returning to academia in the form of a bridging program at College of the North Atlantic. She is finding it good, very manageable, and is getting along with her classmates (they are as equally ill!) quite well. This makes me very pleased. She is considering cosmetology as a career.
Our landlords are moving in April. They are retiring. So we are moving from Canada Drive, where I've lived for...well, the entire time I've lived in St. John's.
My little apartment. It breaks my heart to leave this house, and it's not like the apartment is spectacular - but there's just so many memories, really. 6 years worth. Little things like how this place smells naturally (sort of nice, a little soft and subtle, like baked bread) when we're not burning candles and the litter is clean. Or the way the pipes next to my side of the bed knock a little beat in the mornings.
It's harder than I've let Allison know. I know it's rough for her to move, so I've been pretty quiet about how I feel. But really, I don't want to go. I guess that's normal.
Still - life changes, right?
Speaking of changes, our couples' therapy session got cancelled due to snow! Hah. So it is now on February 7th. Allie is having second thoughts, but I'm looking forward to it. I think it'll be good for us. And it'll be nice to have a neutral environment where we can rationalize and examine, without being too emotional.
It's funny that all this change is going on and Katie will come back from Africa and be like, 'wtf'. Haaaah. I told you that this year was going to be one of change, K. Fitz.
Showering now.
Phew. The people on So You Think You Can Dance? make me feel tired just watching them leap and prance around like that. Christ.