Saturday, June 30, 2007

post secret

For those of you who are fans of the Post Secret site...what do you think of the comments section?
Good? Bad? Ugly?
Will you read them? Will you ignore them?
How would you feel if your secret was up there and someone commented?

I'm not sure how I feel about them yet...but considering there are 1805 comments this week, I definitely won't be reading them all.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

i heart air conditioning

Current Conditions
Partly cloudy
Partly cloudy
Feels Like 40
Wind W 22km/h
Dewpoint 19°C
Pressure 101.79 kPa
Visibility 24.0 km
Ceiling 22000 ft
Updated:Tuesday June 26 2007,16:00 EDT - Ottawa Airport

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Thursday, June 21, 2007

CIBC Run for the Cure

Earlier this week, I went to the team captain's kick-off for the 2007 CIBC Run for the Cure. It was worth the free cupcake...that is for sure (though the cake shoppe's cupcakes don't quite compare to Crave's).

Anyway, it got me inspired to try to do a little more fund raising this year. Last year, I managed to collect $450 in donations. This year, I'm going for $1000. It feels like a lot of money and a daunting task. BUT...if I think of it as $10 from 100 people or 20$ from 50 people, or $20 from some and $10 from a bunch more it isn't quite as bad.

So, if you would like to make a donation, let me know.

Friday, June 15, 2007

sounds familiar

When I was a kid, I spent many summers at my grandmother's place in Vermont. My sister and I would swim in the pool, we'd watch Nickelodeon and we eat Eagle Thins potato chips, bon bons and Ben and Jerry's ice was great.

During one of these visits, my mum sent me to the downstairs fridge for some juice. There wasn't any upstairs so she said "there is a plastic jug full of grape juice in the fridge downstairs". So, I took my glass down and poured myself some juice. I had some of it, decided I didn't like the taste of it and told my mum. As I had a history of picky eating, she just told me to drink my juice and stop complaining. So, I finished the nasty juice and for some reason decided to have some more. Still complaining about the taste, my mum finally said "here, let me try it". A funny look then came over her face.
As it turns out, it was red wine.

So, this story made me laugh a bit (not that I find drunk and puking babies funny...). I'm guessing the margarita mix will be labelled a little better from now on.

(now the real question: why did my grandmother have plastic jugs of wine in her fridge...hmmmm)

a good read

This is an interesting article: What's the punishment for raping a child?

Thursday, June 14, 2007

ooh...and one more thing

New head coach.
He better not be a whiner...I can't stand the whiny coaches (and you know who I'm talking about M. Crawford and C. MacTavish...oh wait, that's too obvious...Marc C. and Craig M.)
Seriously though, I am a little intrigued.

seriously? muscular?

The other night, we broke out the air-conditioner for our bedroom so that despite the heat, we would be guaranteed a good sleep. It seems that whenever you figure you'll have a great sleep, the opposite happens...and boy did the opposite happen to me (and subsequently Jordan, as it is difficult to sleep well in the same bed as someone who is having a terrible sleep).

Before I went to bed, I felt some discomfort in my ribcage but figured it was just an annoyance, took my bra off to reduce any pressure and then kind of forgot about it. I had a bit of trouble getting to sleep at first because of the new sound of the air-conditioner and I felt like maybe I had a little bit of heartburn so I had to dig out the tums to take a few...but eventually I fell asleep.

I awoke due to shooting pains in my "chestal area". It was seriously some of the worst pain I've ever been in and as someone who doesn't generally get heartburn, I started to feel sorry for the people that get it a lot. I took more tums and tried to sleep. Unfortunately, I couldn't get comfortable in any position. The pain was just too intense.

Eventually I started to think "you know, if I was 20 or 30 years older and wasn't in good shape, I would really think I was having a heart attack". But, I figured I obviously wasn't but tried to look up what it could be using one of those handy web-MD type sites. Well, of course the thing told me I was dying and should seek medical attention immediately because I was experiencing acute chest pain, a bit of tightness and it was worse when I leaned forward or lay down. Knowing very well that I was not in fact dying, it still scared me a little...but I tried to sleep it off.

I would fall asleep then wake up and think "oh, it doesn't hurt anymore" but then I'd move and the pain would start all over again. It drove me nuts. I almost called the telehealth line, but figured that they would always have to err on the side of caution and would probably say "it is very unlikely that it could be an emergency, but because it is left-side chest pain, we feel you should go to the emergency room".

As I was still alive, but in quite a bit of pain when the alarm went off, I decided that as work is just a few minutes from the doctor's office, I would go into work, but call the doctor as soon as it opened because while I figured I wasn't dying, at least she could give me something.

Meanwhile, as I work in health research, both my boss and a few of my co-workers decided to give me their opinions as to what I had. So, we came up with: gastritis, gall bladder problems or spleen problems. Now the gall bladder is on the right side, not the left, spleen issues happen more if you have mono or some other underlying problem, and gastritis occurs mostly in smokers, older people or people who drink too much...but whatever. Regardless, I figured at the very least, it was some sort of stomach problem and maybe a strong antacid would be the cure.

Off to the doctor and of course I have to describe my pain. To me that is very difficult. If it hurts, it hurts. I really don't know what the difference is between throbbing and burning. Is there a difference between "shooting pain" and "it feels like hot knives are piercing my insides"? I have no idea. But, she's asking me all these questions, asks if I've had a cough (the answer is no), checks to see if there is any sort of puncture wound (which you'd think I would have at least noticed if not mentioned as a possible source of the pain) and asks about difficulty breathing. I said "well, I did have to use my blue inhaler on the bus this morning, but I don't know if it was because of the pain or because I am asthmatic and it is allergy season". I really suck at being a good patient.

Then she says "i think it is muscular. but, I'll send you for a chest x-ray just in case. take ibuprofen [which i had been avoiding just in case it was a stomach thing] and rub some muscle cream on you". Seriously? Muscular?

So tell me: how on earth can i hurt my chest muscles so much that it prevented me from sleeping for two nights (and i can still now only sleep in one position without pain) and have NO IDEA what caused the injury?

(this also raises the question of whether or not i trust my doctor...which is just not a good feeling to have)

Monday, June 11, 2007

seen whilst running and/or walking after running

-a t-shirt that said "is it naked time yet?"

-busker wars (two buskers arguing over a "prime" was getting quite heated)

-waaay too many dead fish in the rideau canal (it was really quite disgusting and made me wonder just how nasty that water is)

-some very pale people who had clearly been in the sun too long

I know this isn't much of a post, but I was sick of looking at the Sens post. Not much going on around is starting to heat up, which most people love (I don't). We'll have to break out the air conditioner- probably tonight in fact just to preemptively cool the place down so that it doesn't have to work overtime later in the week when it is even hotter.
I'm not the biggest fan of this climate...but I suppose it could be worse.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

overheard this evening

"It feels weird to still see Sens paraphernalia hanging everywhere"

Seriously? The series ended less than 24 hours ago. OF COURSE the stuff is still up...

Monday, June 04, 2007


I have an intense dislike for rodents, especially rats. They are ugly and creepy and that tail sends shivers up my spine. One of the great things about living in Alberta was that it is, in theory, a rat-free province. The only rats allowed are in universities and other research facilities. (and unfortunately, I had to partake in a class that involved handling a rat at an alberta university...but that is an entirely different story)
Here in Ontario, you can have them as pets. Twice last week, I saw the same girl walking around with her pet rat hanging all over her shoulder. Both times it freaked me out.
Jordan hopes she becomes a fixture in the neighbourhood just so he can see me squirm.

seriously though...why would you want a rat as a pet? it isn't cute, isn't cuddly...i don't get the appeal.