Sunday, November 28, 2010

a mouse in the house

There's a mouse in our kitchen.

It appeared on Monday, it has been seen twice...no evidence of little mousy other than the couple of sightings (we're pretty sure we saw it the first day it decided to join our household). The exterminator has set up his stuff and the mouse should stop bothering us soon, but until then, we still have a mouse in our kitchen.

The good news is, it can't get into our cupboards- it is stuck in the space behind the stove and behind the lower cupboards...but still...there's a mouse in our kitchen.

Should I get the cookies?

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

this bastard's kicked*

A monumental thing happened in our household a couple of weeks ago- we finished our giant bottle of gin. This bottle of gin has lived in the freezer of 3 fridges of 3 apartments. It has spent it least 4 years with us and has been a welcome sight every time I have opened the freezer. The blue bottle reminds me of my grandmother, the giantness of the bottle makes me laugh that my dad's idea of "can you bring me a bottle of gin" when crossing the border was the biggest bottle he could find, and I do love a good G & T (or gin and soda, or lately- a dirty martini).

The big one has now been replaced with a much smaller version- a little brother if you will. I'm guessing this one won't stay around quite as long, but hopefully it will bring some fond memories- just like its predecessor.  Martini anyone?

*points for the person who can name the show i'm stealing from in the title

Thursday, November 11, 2010

are all marathoners athletes?

Ok, I know this pushes the buttons of some people, and it may be an unpopular opinion, but it really does make me laugh. I read it and said to Jordan "this may be the best paragraph ever written about running" (but then I read the entire thing and thought that maybe I should include the entire article because I find it all pretty funny):
Running is a great way to stay in shape. And running 26 miles is some kind of torturous accomplishment - but they are not athletes. They endure and then squawk about it endlessly as some kind of heroic feat. It smacks of narcissism not sport. Marathons are the last refuge for those that couldn't cut it in other sports. Any knucklehead in decent shape can train and then run 26 miles in under 4 or 5 hours. It means you are in shape. It does not make you an athlete.  (source)
Notice, I did not say "most accurate" or "best researched" or anything like that. It just made me laugh. The entire article is worth a read (seriously- read it) as it is an exchange between two New Yorkers bitching about the New York City Marathon and about how insufferable runners can be. As a runner (and as someone who, just yesterday, entered the NYC marathon lottery), is it wrong that I found myself laughing and nodding a bit?

No, I have never run a marathon, but I do agree that runners and marathoners can be insufferable douches. (I said CAN BE...not ALL ARE) We get moody when we are training and things go wrong, we sometimes forget that it's just a training run- not the end of the world, and get between us and our next meal and we might just stab you in the eye with our fork. We talk about running, our races, and the difference between our current shoe and the new model of it and oh my GOD they updated the shoe I run in and now I don't know how I'm ever going to run again! We have a bad race and you'd think our grandmother died- we ruminate and go over it mile by mile and step by step and wonder what we did wrong and what we did to deserve having all our work go unrewarded. It can get quite ridiculous really.

Are all NYC marathon runners athletes? I don't know, I guess it depends on your definition of athlete. But I do know that those of us who are just like the 36,500 people that they are talking about in the article sometimes need to take a step back, laugh at ourselves (and the article), stop taking ourselves so seriously, and just go back to running because we like to run. After all- who cares what they think anyway? I run for me, not for them.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

more montreal observations

When you move to a new city, there are definitely things that you notice that are different from anywhere you've lived before. One thing I've noticed in Montreal is that people wait in line for the bus.

When waiting for a city bus, people line up. It is kind of odd. At busy bus stops, you see queues of people waiting next to the sign. So civilized- I've never really seen anything like it.
Has anyone else seen this for city buses? It seems perfectly normal for buses that take you from one city to the next and when I first witnessed it, I was taking the special airport bus- and it even seemed normal for that one. But this is for all buses in the city. Does this happen anywhere else?
 

Sunday, November 07, 2010

on the metro

When I was taking the bus every day in Ottawa, I remember seeing some strange sights- a lady with a bottle of soy sauce in the pocket of her bag as if it was a water bottle or as if she'd have some sort of soy sauce emergency, the russian, and of course bus service delayed or rerouted because of Obama visits and Tamil protests.  (And who can forget the completion of my "get a picture with layton" goal- while that wasn't from a commute, it is definitely worth mentioning)

My commute in Montreal involves walking from my kitchen to my office, so I don't tend to see anything strange, but last night on the metro I had a strange spotting that reminded me of my own "I'm the crazy person on the bus" experience (because let's be honest, if you can't identify who the crazy person on the bus is, it is probably you).

A guy came onto our metro car sipping a beverage. The container looked like it should hold some sort of medical sample and the colour of the liquid in said container made it look even more like it was some sort of medical sample. Jordan turned to me and said, just as I was thinking it, "it looks like that guy is drinking a urine sample."

This reminded me of when I had to collect an entire day's worth of urine in a giant jug and then take it to the lab on the bus. What an odd experience that was. And I really should have told the person next to me what was in the bag just before I got off the bus...

Thursday, November 04, 2010

bureaucracy sucks

Apparently, moving provinces can be frustrating. Maybe because I was unemployed when I first moved to Ontario and didn't have a car so I had less to worry about, but all the red tape is a lot less fun this time around.

We need to change our licenses and to do that, we need an appointment and need to bring the following to said appointment:
  • current Ontario license 
  • current Ontario health card
  • Passport or birth certificate
  • two pieces of mail (each) that prove our address
Here's the problem- the pieces of mail. They can't just be random pieces of mail from say, my grandmother, but rather official pieces of mail such as a bill. Problem: most of our bills come via email (and apparently print outs aren't acceptable) and for the ones that come by mail, there's only one name on the bill and somehow they both have Jordan's name on them. When I asked if something like a lease would work, no, no it wouldn't (although if I had bought a house, those documents would have been ok). When I called Visa to ask them to send me a bill, they wanted to charge me $5 for it, but thanks to my "longstanding relationship" with the bank, when I gave them the "REALLY? $5 to send out a bill???" they agreed to waive the fee. (phew)

So there is proof of address number 1, woohoo! And in further good news, I have a long time to figure out that second piece of mail since the first available appointment was on December 6th. Now, I wonder how long it will take to transfer our health card.