A look back in time

My mom has been trying to keep herself busy with sorting out boxes of stuff in the house. She recently stumbled upon some of my old stuff. A few old high school and elementary school assignments. One of which was a scrapbook from the 1993 federal election (remember those Karen??). I remember I was quite thorough with cutting out every article, photo and cartoon related to the election from the Star Phoenix. However, I wasn't quite as thorough with reading the articles. If you look at them, I went through and highlighted every other paragraph. I am sure the teacher must have noticed this, but I imagine after looking through 25-30 scrapbooks with mostly the same articles and pictures you don't take the time to care whether the kids actually read them. And really, what 13 year olds follow election coverage??

One of the other things my mom found were two scrapbooks that I made in grade three after my car accident. I kept all of the greeting cards that I had received when I was in the hospital and I glued them all into scrapbooks. My class at the time all made me cards. I remember my sister and my mom giving me a hard time because one of the boys in my class, wrote 'I love you' in my card, haha. I also have cards from Karen and Anthony. I just couldn't bring myself to throw them out. I don't want to be a pack rat, but I had to smile when I browsed through those cards this evening.

Also found my high school transcripts. I was such a keener :P I took 10 classes EVERY stinking year! I look back now and wonder why I took French through to grade 12. My grade 12 French mark was the lowest in all of high school, 76%, ouch! Ha! Grade 10 English was 79% because of crazy Mr. Hawn who had anger management issues.

I am usually able to throw things out without thinking twice. But I just couldn't bring myself to get rid of my calculator that followed me through high school and university. I also came across a pendant that I got from an ex boyfriend. It is something I would so never wear again....cheesy....and I would give it to someone if I had someone who would want it. I wasn't about to throw out a 10K gold pendant. Even though it probably isn't worth anything...just the principal of it. If anyone out there wants a heart shaped pendant that says 'special' in the middle...it's all yours ;) Or a calculus text book. I gave mom and dad the okay to do whatever they want with a few of my old university text books. Before I got married I tried calling around to used book stores to GIVE them away, and no one wanted them. If anyone would like some old commerce, geology, or calculus text books, you can have them!

Be careful what you say (Updated)

My youngest nephew Will is quite the little climber. He loves to climb anything and everything. We kept saying "Man, I'm surprised that Will hasn't had any trips to the hospital yet." James has had stitches in his forehead at least two time already (and he's only 4). Well I got a call from my mom a little while ago from my sister's house. My sister and brother-in-law were on their way to the hospital with Will because he fell out of his crib (probably trying to climb out) and the paramedic figured that he broke his upper arm. *sigh* I am sure he'll be okay, and children heal so quick, but that's gotta be tough for a little guy like that to have a broken arm. The paramedic could have been wrong, but he seemed quite sure that it was broken. My sister was going to try to call mom and dad with an update as soon as they knew anything. I imagine a baby brought in by ambulance would probably take some sort of priority in the ER (I would hope so anyway...). Poor little guy.

Update: Got a call from mom around 10:30pm last night. I guess Will's arm was quite badly broken above the elbow and they were unable to set it manually so he will be having surgery this morning to set and pin the break. It sounds like they will splint it (no cast) for about three weeks. He must have really taken a bad fall. I guess if you think about someone that size falling out of a crib, that's pretty high! I was telling Jay that James slept in a crib until he was almost 3 years old and never once tried to climb out. Will is almost 21 months old. What a little monkey, maybe this will be a lesson to him about climbing things. Or maybe not...

Why do they even bother?

As a member of the Massage Therapist Association of Saskatchewan (MTAS) we are given the 'privilege' of treating SGI and Worker's Compensation clients. I will admit that I do believe that massage is beneficial in the treatment of whiplash, and other injuries obtained in the workplace or motor vehicle accidents. I (along with most MTAS members) have not been thrilled with the agreement that SGI and WCB have worked out with us. They allow us to do half hour treatments and only pay $25 (SGI) or $27 (WCB) and we are currently charging $40 for a regular half hour treatment. SGI typically will approve a maximum of 10 treatments, or if you are really lucky, sometimes up to 15. I got the MTAS annual report in the mail the other day and they said that WCB has changed their policy to approve a maximum of only 5 treatments because they do not feel there is sufficient research to prove that massage is beneficial. I have always been frustrated with WCB's lack of acknowledgment of massage's benefit, but now I think they have taken it too far. They won't approve massage unless a client is also receiving chiro or physio as well. In my experience with someone with an injury, five treatments usually barely scratches the surface. I wonder why they don't just cut us off completely. Or why doesn't MTAS say to heck with you WCB?? I think it might be a rather interesting AGM this year. I am not going, as it is in Regina, but I look forward to hearing about it from my coworker.

How big's Kiwi...

It may look like she is smiling in this picture, but in reality she is getting ready to bite my hand.

Cue creepy music....dodododo dodododo

I was at work this morning chatting with my coworker. I mentioned this one client that I hadn't seen in a few months. Wondering if that person would ever come back to see me. Not ten minutes later, the phone rang and it was that client, calling to book for next week. How crazy/creepy is that!? I need to start talking about my clients more!

Spider Killing Machine!

There was another spider in the house today. I always get a little squeamish around spiders. I was planning to kill it, then Kiwi saw it. She gobbled it up, but then spit it out, and it was still alive. Then she got it again and managed to chew it and kill it. I made her spit it out. She might have some fun this summer with house flies!

Puppy bling

I ordered Kiwi a tag from the internet a couple of weeks ago and it arrived yesterday. I like it a lot, but she doesn't seem to notice it too much. Though I did catch her spinning in circles this morning trying to bite it. However, she is a little apprehensive about eating now, since the metal tag jangles against her metal food bowl. Silly pup!

Spring has sprung

I just killed a spider, in the house. Ew.

I didn't mind killing one out on the deck today though.

Alligator pie, alligator pie, if I don't get some I think I'm gonna die...

I went for coffee Friday night with a friend to McNally Robinson. They have great desserts in their little restaurant. Before we ate, we were browsing at some children's books and we came across Alligator Pie. This is a book that I had as a kid and it was SO nostalgic to look at it in the store. If it wasn't hard cover and $24 I might have purchased it just for the nostalgia. It is a book of mainly nonsensical poems for kids. I always thought the illustrations were a little bit creepy looking. I have had the poem Alligator Pie stuck in my head on and off since Friday night. Hopefully it'll leave me alone soon!

Dilemma

I have a problem. I feel like our house is filthy, but I just know if I try to clean it that within minutes there will be puppy paw prints and Jason wheelchair tracks on the floor again. I know they can't help it...it's melting outside and everything is wet and dirty. Not to mention the dust floating in the air from the work that was done here last week. I am not complaining about it, just that I feel like cleaning at this point would not be the smartest thing, but then the house is filthy and you can't just not clean because it is going to get dirty again. *sigh* I miss having a house cleaning lady sometimes...

My name is Angie, and I am a crier

Most people who know me well know that I am a pretty emotional person. I cry when I am happy, sad, frustrated, angry, etc. This week has been a bit of an emotional roller coaster. I won't go into specifics, but just some tough stuff going on with some friends of ours as well as some family concerns. I found myself breaking into tears on my drive to work the other day. It's hard to drive when you are crying. Thankfully, my drive to work is almost like an autopilot thing for me. Then today during a treatment I was thinking about my friend who is going to have a baby in June. I was thinking about this baby, and spending time with her and her new baby, and I got a little teary eyed during a treatment. Thankfully the client hadn't turned over yet, and by the time he did, my little moment of weepiness was over. I am so thankful for all of my wonderful friends and my amazing husband. With all that's going on around me, it has really made me stop and talk to God. I will admit that God and I have not been on the closest terms in the last few months. I just haven't felt close to Him, and therefore I feel less inclined to crack open my Bible and spend good quality time praying. Which, really, seems backwards. I should be seeking to be closer to God by reading the Word and praying. Just seems to be the way it goes sometimes. It seems that sometimes it takes something really big and potentially life changing to get me back on track with God. Not that I am totally there, but I have felt His peace this week.

We enjoyed a nice meal at Earl's last night. Food was good, nice table, a little loud, but it always is there. It had been a while since we were there last, and I had forgotten about the clothing choices of the staff there. I would hate to be a man who is trying to maintain pure thoughts and get sent there. I can't believe some of the stuff those girls were wearing. It was mostly the hostesses, but a couple of the waitresses were showing a fair bit of skin as well. I can't imagine that those clothes are comfortable, and honestly, what do you do if you have to bend down and pick something up? I don't think it's a requirement to dress so minimally, because not all of the servers and hostesses do, but it looked like at least 75% of them were. Do you get better tips? I must be getting old...I sound like my grandma used to. I like the food at Earl's a lot, but it might be a while before we go back because I don't need to see all that leg and cleavage.