Heading North today.
If we get there in time I'm totally having a Poutine in the Canadian Tire parking lot.

I'm totally burnt out.
My van wouldn't start today because the key wouldn't turn. MDF had to come rescue me - which worked out since he was having such an awful day and needed to escape his surroundings.

The house is a mess.

One of my Etsy friends' designs was ripped off for a "How to DIY" post on a HUGE blog. (I think it has the 4th most followers of ANY blog on the internet...) The response from the Handmade Community was swift and the post was removed. I'm still pissed that it was allowed in the first place.



Editted to add:
And I just got a call that the neighbour's house was robbed today.

I've been having weird dreams lately.
Dreams that are pleasant while I'm having them but I wake up and think them horrifying. It's not that I'm eating babies or anything like that. They're just bringing up the past that I wanted to remain buried. Part of me is hoping that this means I'm finally ready for closure instead of repression. But I have no idea how to work through this stuff.

We live in an old house. There's been a lot of changes to the house since it was built. The one that's driving me the most nuts right now is the old chimney. It's in the closet that I'm using as my pantry. The old owners sealed it off by screwing a stainless steal bowl over the opening. A few weeks ago that fell off and covered me and my pantry in soot. I cleaned it up (which was a HUGE mess because getting it wet just spread it more) and since then, I've had to clean up more a number of times since. MDF (finally) sealed it up - with a plastic bag and duct tape until we can find a more permanent solution. In doing so more soot scattered.
I hate cleaning it. But it's on my to do list.

The girls were just playing hide and go seek in the pantry.
They are filthy now.

Now I have to scrub soot off of the kitchen floor, the pantry, the kids, etc etc etc.

Thinking about quitting sugar.

The plan I'm looking at involves quitting fruit for a few weeks too. I'm not sure I want to go that far, but I know I'm a sugar addict and I need that to stop...

It only took us 5 meals to get through 4 lbs of pulled pork.
(well it'll probably be 7 or 8 meals, since I made enough pulled pork macaroni and cheese to last forever.)

And yet I'm not sick of it...

30.

One of T's classmates lost her father this week.
I'm so sad for their family. I've offered to bring them home cooked meals. I wish there was more I could say or do.