I'm alive

I swear.
I have been tit-deep in teaching Macbeth and Life of Pi
5 more weeks.
Only 5 more weeks.

I am ever so sorry blogger,

But I have been cheating on you. I heard about this site this week called "Facebook" and I have been playing on it maniacally ever since. At first it seems harmless, you start off finding one friend you knew in elementary school and the next thing you know you are whipping out old year books and looking up everyone you ever ate lunch with in high school and ex-boyfriends, oh the ex-boyfriends.

The first couple of days were fun, looking people up, seeing girls names that have new names added on, seeing who had kids, who got fat but eventually you start to get your nerve up and you message people. You have this wonderful honeymoon period where you catch up with long lost friends but slowly you realise that there was a darn good reason you didn't stay in touch and that your lives are so different now that maybe you can't just pick up where you left off in Grade 12 English.

So I'm sorry Blogger, I cheated on you but my time with facebook is slowed down now and I will make sure you get my utmost attention starting very soon.

Oh Ann Coulter,

I wish I could reinstate your vagina just so I could revoke it all over again. and again.

You are a bloody idiot.

The fact that you have three ways with Satan and Hitler did give me some solace.

Sometimes things can be so overwhelming that trying to write about it (or anything else) can seem like a major task.
Hence my absence.
As we all know, I stayed with my grandfather for a couple weeks and helped move him to Ottawa.
We also know that my grandmother died a few years ago.
This weekend I had to go through their things and figure out what to keep, throw out or give away. It was frightening how much stuff they had in their house that they never used, it looked like they bought some of the things we found and then wrapped them up in 50's newspaper and never looked at them again. What a way to live your life.
When my grandmother died I never really got to mourn her and going through her things made me realize that maybe she wasn't as awful as I remember.

Or maybe I just want to believe that.


I promise to bring back the happy soon enough...