Preludes And Nocturnes

Yeah, so I finally got a bit more going on etsy.  Fair enough, I’ve been busy with husband preparation, course prep, full-time job, and - er - random life stuff.  I hadn’t made any cards for over two weeks (TWO WEEKS!), but I have a nice little stash of cards building regardless.  I have given/sold about seven sets in the past month (Lisa, you get yours when you get back into Canada, okay?) and I just got an order for a $50 mix-set from another friend.  Whee!

But I wanted to keep up at least some minimal momentum on etsy (or is that, restart some momentum)…  Last week I made an entry for some Knitters are Sexy cards.  My dear friend Melly saw them and bought them instantly!  How cool is that?  So she was very clear than I needed to put more up as she was telling some friend about them.  And I already had as I did those cards in the “smart” manner and had actually spent a weekend making (with  variations) about 4 sets of those particular cards.  Each set had different colours and envelopes, but I didn’t have to reinvent the layout for each and every set.

God I tell long stories…

Right, so I relisted another Knitters are Sexy set last night along with a cute little Yarn, Beautiful Yarn set.  I check in on the sets now and then to see how many people look at them, etc.  I always look to see if anyone new “hearts” my shop and sometimes I click to see if anyone “hearts” an item.  Nobody has ever ‘hearted’ any of my items.  But I have 8 who ‘heart’ my shop.

How very much that makes me giddy - people saying they like what I do.

Just now I went to see - TWO PEOPLE heart my “knitters are sexy” set and a whole different person hearts my “Yarn” set and another DIFFERENT person now ‘hearts’ my shop!!  Hey, I know people out there with 80, 312, a million people who heart their shop - but I am tickled to have 9!!!  And two of my sets have FAN CLUBS!

I actually made a squeeee noise out loud and did a little chair dance.

Really, I’m still bouncing.

I’ve checked the Air Canada site and Jim should be in the airport about now. Most likely standing in line waiting to see the dude who will send him to the next dude so he can show them the paperwork with the stuff and then they will stamp it. Or they should. Or something like that. The various accounts we’ve read of the process seem to have a bit of “up in the air” about the actual chain of events.  Some people get various papers back, some are told to hand the papers in - but pretty much you just give or keep papers and the particular person wants and then grab your bags and be “landed”.

Hopefully he’ll get through in about two-four hours and then give me a call.

The kitties are excited and are showing this by attacking each other in kitty-wwf in the living room.  I’ve told them I understand their feelings.

Well, Jim and I have decided to take our relationship one step further. We figured after the years of living in sin, the year of being married, we are now ready to both be married AND live together. The kitties and the Bears all seem very excited about this new development. Not to mention me and Jim, too.

In preparation, I’ve cleaned the house, made soup, and am going to buy some groceries as I’m not really sure what I’ve been eating for the past week. (I do know, fruit. I bought two big trays from Costco and have pretty much had that and frozen fish & veggies all week.)

Also in preparation I’m trying to get more course prep done. My class starts next tuesday and I’ve pretty much got the first week sketched out - but I’m going to do up the full on teaching outline for myself and confirm the stuff I need photocopied for the whole week. Get that done Monday as I won’t have time throughout the rest of the week. I teach Tu, We, Th, Fri from 8:30-11:30 and then work my regular job. So, might not be too much blogging for the next three weeks.

*hugs*

Do not read The Velveteen Rabbit before going to work.  It will make you cry!  And then you have to go to work!  Sniffling all the way!

But can we have a hurr-rah as the husband’s household items are now In Transit to here!  Husband will arrive soon too.

My WMST class starts in less than a week.  I have the syllabus done, the reading list done, and really - that kinda is a whole lot of the work.  I have pretty much mapped out the big picture and I’m gathering really good info for the individual class content/structure.  I will sit down over the next couple nights and plot out the first week (four classes of three hours each) and that gives me this weekend to plot out week two and three.

*head explodes*

But even with the head exploding - can I just say how much I freaken love teaching?  It makes me happy.  I’m sitting with the soundtrack to Once More With Feeling playing on my little speakers and mapping out the readings and the in-class assignments and the movies and shows we’ll watch with the questions they’ll have for considering during the shows and the topics we’ll break into groups for… and I’m really excited.

Tired, but excited.

Not as tired as poor Jim.  It has been a rough past couple of days and now he’s got the typical sore throat to go with the stress.  But the stuff is moved out and out of his hands, so now he will just visit with his parents and then he can arrive here and relax!  Yay!

I’ve been trying to buy a new sports bra for WEEKS now. Bah! I go to the sporty stores and they are just useless. Ask the 21 year old dude which one will help keep my girls stable as I run and watch as he turns five shades of red as if I asked him which brand of tampon I should use this month. Pft.

After trying on the three they had at the supposedly uber sports store, one of the saleswomen suggested I check LaSenza. Um, yeah - thanks but I saw their sports bras and they were a little too flimsy for me.  Really, I don’t think half inch straps will do it.. [rolleyes].  She then tells me she buys all hers from lulu lemon.  Well yee-haw for you, but I’m not driving 10 hours to buy a bra.

So then I see the real bra lady at Sears (young, cool, able to laugh when I said I needed something so I wouldn’t eat my tits while running) and she confessed that nothing they had in the store would actually be supportive enough. She pretty much said she’d recommend online.

HOLY JESUS, I JUST WANT A BRA!

My friend Jill: go to Costco. I was skeptical. Even when I bought them I was skeptical.  I wasn’t able to take them out of the package as their was a staff person right there stalking the shelves so I just thought they’d be too loose and flimsy and whatnot.  But I just got them home and SWEET MOTHER OF GOD - good bras. And two for $20. Sweeeeeeeeeeet!!!

Yay Jill!

Bike swap. I was very excited. Started at 10:30am this morning. I arrived 10:36. I’d have thought that was okay…

Whatever, I didn’t want a bike anyway [/grumpy face]. Really, I am not good at things like this. I guess I was supposed to show up at 9 and grab bikes as they were processed and then stand there for 1.5hrs until everyone could buy them at 10:30. The swap has evolved this way and includes a whole lot of high-elbows and running to a bike and whatnot. I’m really really not good at that. But I almost cried when I showed up to buy a bike and there was nothing left that was suitable. And my friend showed me her bike and I almost cried more. I’m so glad she got it, but it is exactly what I wanted and it was $50 and I had really thought I’d come home with me new bicycle… So I’m glad she got something so nice and I would never have had a chance with my silly noob showing up at 10:36….

But then this afternoon to sooth my soul I went to a tupparware party. I’m much better now.

And I’m just going to go fine a bike next weekend when Jim is here. All new. No running and having to grab things before other people. Needless to say I don’t do those “crazy mike’s boxing day blowout!” sales. I think I will just get a bike that fits me properly and has all the stuff I want. And I can take my sweet time deciding.

*nods*

Wash your bangs in the sink at work.  With some of that pink hand soap.

Oh yeah.

Yesterday I got to see what happens when product goes wrong.  It did some rather horrid oil slick thing - I don’t think this product should go near bangs.  So I thought it would be okay, but by the second trip to the bathroom yesterday morning, it had to be addressed.  And what more could I do than a little beauty parlor in the bathroom sink?

Then I stood there trying to fluff and dry without one of those handy blowers.  Just lots of paper towel.  I felt strangely like I was back in high school again.  Except less of the tapered jeans going on.

Might I add, I looked fab for the rest of the day.  SUCCESS!

As I sat in the college council meeting today and realised I had a piece of oatmeal stuck to my chest.  But I think my necklace hid it.

Or not.

I’ve not applied to those jobs yet.  Not due to being insane (probably) but due to being way too busy.  Too busy.  BUSY!  Which makes me tired.  I’m going to work through lunch thinking this might get me close to “not busy” where I will have the brain power to get applications finished up.

But yes, I am a classy classy lady.

Okay, see if this at all makes sense.  I have just found out that there are two super-nifty jobs posted right now at my old institution (that I attended, not worked at).  Jobs exactly as I’d want - ENGL Prof (in person) and a year contract for ENGL Prof (distance ed).  Sweet.  Super sweet.  I’m all with the happy feet and everything.

So why do the two job ads I printed off fill me with dread?  Why can’t I even look at them without my tummy filling with badness-feeling?  This is what I’ve been waiting for them to post - waiting waiting waiting.  And wammo, there they were this morning.  So why is it each time I think of getting my ALREADY FINISHED cover letter and CV out from my other applications I feel ill?

*wibble-warble*