26 on 26

This will only happen once in my lifetime. I'm 26 on the 26th. Happy birthday to me. I rang it in in true fashion: by dancing the night away.

Got a piano?

I've got some skills you need.

My Lenten Fast

Four years ago MJ introduced me to Lent and every year since I've chosen a few things here and there to fast from. My first year it was ice cream. Instead consuming ice cream I bought a case of Mandarin Oranges, put them in the freezer and ate them for almost the entire length of Lent, until I hit my frozen Mandarin Orange threshold and I couldn't continue. The next year I fasted from meat. That fast went so well that I went about a month longer. I ended my fast having a juicy fatburger in the Cougareat. I went home that day feeling nauseatious and later puked my guts out from both ends. I thought it was just my body rebelling against the red meat. Turns out the meat wasn't exactly cooked. Last year it was ice cream again, my biggest vice. This year: facebook. It's actually going great. It may have been the ceremonial pancakes on Shrove Tuesday that have helped me. My apartment is cleaner, I'm doing better at work. Life is good. Lent is really good for me.

I'm a substitute teacher

I was in the staff room today at lunch and saw a new face, which only meant they are substitute teaching. I struck up a conversation with him and then he asked, "What are you doing here today?" I didn't really understand the question but answered, "Oh you know, the same thing I do here everyday..." And then it dawned on me that he thought I was a substitute teacher as well. Japanese-American-Canadian's can be full time teachers too.

Jeans

Ten years I went feeling comfortable in my khakis. No bunching, no chaffing, no suffocating. I finally succumbed to the pressure of purchasing jeans. Good thing they're comfortable.

Last night

I've been doing pretty well going to bed earlier now that I'm not on facebook anymore. Last night I was ready for a good night's rest but I failed miserably. My childhood desires got the best of me. Two days ago my friend Jessica and I made double chocolate chip cookie dough. It was yummy. We didn't have time to bake it so I put the dough in the fridge and left it for later to bake. I found it the next day, yesterday, dried out because I didn't put a cover on the bowl. I put water in it and mashed it up and I left it out to thaw and mix, then I left for work. I got home later that day and to see the cookie dough waiting for me, enticing me to partake of its delectable goodness. It was as delicious as the day it was conceived. I put some dough on baking pans and baked some all the while enjoying the prebaked ripened chocolate doughyness. I ate some of the final product, even shared it with the guys upstairs and went to bed. 2 am and revenge is upon me. I'm moaning and groaning in bed, not wanting to leave the warmth of my slumber station but my innerds are rebelling and I had to go. Three times this misery happened last night. This morning I was scared to eat anything, worried that Cocoas Cookie Revenge would come upon me. Fortunately three strikes and it was out. I survived the day. Are you surprised that I would do it all again if I had the chance? I hope the guys upstairs are okay. And I don't know what to do with the left over cookie dough that I didn't use. Stay tuned.

21st Century Teaching

Right now, differentiation is a buzz word in teaching up here in Canada. It makes teaching and learning easier. I wish I had more of it when I was in school like I do now.

Awkwardly hilarious

Four Eyes

I just got new glasses after having lost my old pair four years ago. I also visited Paris really quick; sorry Julianne, I only had time for fish & chips and ice cream. Aren't the glasses sexy?