Home Alone

This week has been oh so quiet. Sabba was gone on a business trip for a whole week, and Emilia is always gone anyways, so I was home alone for the whole week. I mean, of course I went to class and saw my friends at school, but my evening hours were spent with the man who takes up most of my time - Dexter. Me and Dexter always do cool things together. Like x-rays and scaling. I've scaled Dexter's posteriors and anteriors more times than I care to think about. He is a very lucky man. My favorite part to scale is Dexter's quad 2 Buccal. I could scale that quad in my sleep, baby. He sits with me on the bus, and doesn't mind all the radiation I expose him to. You're a good man, Dexter. 

So on Friday, when I was doing my hair to go out with the girls, I was a little disappointed when Kristin and Sara called to bail. I was really looking forward to getting some time away from Dexter. ( Sometimes he gets on my nerves ). And then boy called. 

* Aside. This is not the same boy as previously blogged. 

Now, I kid you not, but it was only the day before that I spoke to boy about how I don't think it's a good idea for us to do something this weekend, how I do not want a boyfriend, how I don't want to lead him on, so on and so forth. And then he calls me the next day as though he woke up with his memory erased. "Hey, what are you doing tonight?".  Well, it turns out that ignoring uncomfortable conversations with someone is a pretty successful technique to get them to go out with you again. Cause I did. But it was only a movie. And I just did my hair. And I was dying to talk to/see someone outside of school. 

And now, Sabba is back home, thank goodness. She usually stops me from doing stupid things like that. I made her a yummy welcome back dinner of George Chicken, brown rice with tomatoes, and leftover vegetable drawer salad. And homemade strawberry shortcake, of which we ate plenty. With Sabba home, this week should (hopefully) be more successful in thwarting off boys of little interest. 

Back to Reality

Just got back from P's wedding. It was so much fun, and I'll admit I got a little teary-eyed watching Patience and Dan being all googly with each other. For the entire Payne clan to get together, it takes a lot of work, especially now with all the kiddies in the picture, so when it does happen, it is monumental. And so much fun.

Although it may have appeared that this wedding was the main event of the weekend, I am here to correct you. The real reason Patience and Dan got married was so that I could meet the much talked about boy. Margie and Eve definitely had their own agenda for me and this boy, and I was but a puppet with my strings being pulled. Not that I minded. Except when boy made me late for the reception. Payne's are NOT late! It was very hard for me to concentrate on looking beautiful while my eye was twitching and my blood was boiling with the anxiety of being late for family pictures. Worse than me, I can only imagine Papa Payne's eyes bulging out of their sockets at the thought of me being late because I am alone with boy in car. It ended up being totally fine, as it always does, and I suppose it was a good exercise in trying to keep my cool. 

And now, after a fabulous weekend of being whisked away to wedding parties and playing with the kiddies, I have to come back to my reality of sitting on the bus and going to school with no boys to speak of. Sigh. 

Another complaint about the weather...

Well, not just the weather, but more that I have to trek through the wet tundra of the greater Toronto area to get to school. And the fact that the City of Mississauga recently cut it's budget, and decided that clearing sidewalks is not a priority. So, when there is a snowstorm, like there was this morning, I really have no choice but to walk on the road. Hopping through the 2 feet of snow on the sidewalk was simply not an option for me. I suppose every choice has a consequence, and today, that consequence for me was that this ate me for breakfast:

Also, on the bus this morning, a very pregnant woman with long nails was picking her nose very slowly and deliberately. She would then proceed to wipe her boogies on the kleenex in her other hand. Could you please do these sorts of things in private, and not on public transit? Thanks. I'd appreciate it. 

I'm It!

Alright, do I really need to repeat the rules? List 6 random/unusual quirks about myself, you know how it goes. I have no blogger friends outside of the sisters, so that rule does not apply to me. 

1.  I LOVE stand up comedy. I have not yet had the chance to see any live shows. The opportunity just hasn't presented itself to me yet. And, I am a little worried that it might ruin it for me, and that would be oh so tragic. One of my recent faves, although he is no longer with us, the very sarcastic Mr. Mitch Hedberg. Search him on YouTube, and you will not be disappointed. One of his best jokes: " I find that a duck's opinion of me is strongly influenced by wether or not I have bread. The fact that a duck does not have the ability to get bread for himself is the biggest joke on the duck ever. Like, if I owned a convenience store, and a duck walked in and grabbed a loaf of bread in his beak, I would let him go." Do yourself a favor, and check out his stuff, cause it's all in the delivery. 

2. I am a very good speller. Ever since I was...well born, I suppose. ( Just kidding ) I can remember my older sisters asking me how to spell things when I was 7 years old. Unfortunately, this skill does not amount to much in this technological age, and has yet to earn me an income. Also, Patience used to ask me for help with her theory homework. Mrs. Jardine was always such a stickler. 

3. I can clean a kitchen in the blink of an eye. Always put food away first, do the dishes, wipe the counters, sweep, and wipe up any spills with a wet rag. Mop only if necessary. Always in this order. Don't even think about it, just do it. 

4. I have only recently discovered the deliciousness that is almond butter. I don't know why I've never tried it earlier, I just never got around to it. It is so freaking good. I buy it now instead of  Nutella. While it's just as equally fattening, I argue that it's not as bad, because there is no sugar. I like it best with rice crackers. Mmmm.

5. If you ever sit down or place anything on my perfectly made bed, I will clench my teeth and veins will pop in my forehead. That is, unless, I feel I know you well enough, and then I will scream in disgust at the horrendous thing you have just done. I'm sorry, I know it's completely insane, it's just my instincts. 

6. I really like boys, and I wish I didn't. It would be so much easier if I just didn't care. 

Little Tortilla Boy

Whenever you're feeling a little sad, all you need is a dose of stand up comedy. Here's one of my favorites. Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ou3-sSIXkkg

Torrential Downpour Blues

I have still not completely adjusted to life in Ontario. I know that it's still a province of The True North Strong and Free, but it feels much, much different than the plains of Alberta. For one thing, did you know that they sell milk in bags here?!?! Eecchhh! I'm not a big on the cow's juice in the first place, but this packaging they came up with just turns me right off. And the weather! I mean, there's snow, but the grass is still green. And it rains. All. The. Time. The second I step into the shower, my fingers start to prune. Before, this would only happen during the last 10minutes of Monday Night Family swims. Last night, we were experiencing what I thought was a gentle, calming winter rain. My room was rather stuffy from my Christmas absence, so I opened my window ever so slightly so that I could fall asleep to the pitter patter. ( I like to pretend I'm Bambi sometimes ). Little did I know this was just the prelude to today's symphony of torrential madness. If I didn't have my pre-clinic manual and set of fake teeth weighing me down this morning, I honestly think that I'd be tangled in some Atlantic-Eastern current which would have spit me back out at the Bermuda Triangle. 

Side note - I carry my instruments and teeth in a see-through container. This is constantly bringing me a lot of 'she's a total weirdo looks'. My favorite is when someone has to sit by me on the bus and I get the ' Oh great, why do I always have to end up sitting by the creepy tooth girl' look. I try to make sure to fall asleep on those people. 

Here's to hoping tomorrow is dryer and doesn't knock me down!

Home for Christmas

Tomorrow morning, very very early, I will be on a plane heading to Edmonton International, and I am so excited to see my family! I can't wait to see how much Mina-bean has grown, and what new words Abby has added to her lexicon. I can't wait to stay up really late every night talking to my sisters, and to run wild in the Payne house. I can't wait to hang out in Edmonton, a city that I actually know, where the streets are numbered. 

Although everyone at school is anxious to go home for Christmas break, as I was tearing my room apart packing tonight, I realized that I am actually a little bit sad to not see my Mississauga peeps for a couple of weeks. Rania, who insists on driving me everywhere, and thinks that walking even to the grocery store is a daunting task. I am her token white friend, and she finds it amazing that I know what falafel is. Claire, my 46 year old Taiwanese class mate, who I always trade snacks with and give her tips on how to deal with her 14 year old daughter. Sabba, my roomate, who always makes me dinner and who forbids any contact with the ex. I don't think I'll miss the guy who lives upstairs though; and his Friday-night-dance-with- your-cowboy-boots-on-put-red-lightbulbs-in-the-fixtures-really-bad-dance-music parties. This is a weekly event, with only one attendee. His middle-aged self. It's very strange. 

Anyways, I'm so excited to see you all!  Merry Christmas everyone!