Tuesday, 16 October 2018

X-ray girl

The phone rings at 6:20am. 
"Hi, I'm so sorry to wake you, but we need you in the ER. We have a trauma that needs multiple x-rays."
"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can," I mumble, squinting at the clock and trying to see what time it is. It's still pitch-black, and I'm bone-tired. This is the second time this weekend that the hospital wakes me up early in the morning, and I didn't get enough sleep last night. Damn you, Grey's Anatomy, for keeping me up past my bedtime.

Lily is wide awake in an instant, knowing the routine. Whenever I get called in I take her with me, and my corgi lives for car rides. She's excitedly running circles around me, not caring one bit about the ungodly hour. I slip the clothes on that I have waiting on a chair for an occasion just like this, stumble into the bathroom to splash some water in my face, and halfheartedly drag a brush through my hair, giving up with the job only half done and throwing it in a messy ponytail instead. I live a good 15 minutes away from the hospital, and time is of the essence. Nobody will care what my hair looks like, least of all me. I put my glasses on, grab my red coat, not noticing that it clashes violently with my pink scrub pants, and then I'm out the door, Lily hot on my heels. 
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Friday, 12 October 2018

90s child

Here's a fun fact about living in a rural setting: UPS, Purolator, DHL and all the other shipping companies don't deliver to our mail box. They drop it off at a coffee shop in town, and DHL leaves it in Kamloops, a city that's an hour away from us, and we have to arrange a drop-off day to have it delivered to the feed store in town. Usually they call us and let us know that there is a parcel waiting for me, and I drive in to pick it up. It's inconvenient but also quaint, and I find it quite funny. 
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Thursday, 11 October 2018

The 5 funniest TED talks

I love TED talks. I turn to them whenever I need a dose of inspiration and wisdom. But did you know that some of them are also laugh-out-loud funny? If you are in need of a good laugh, check out the following 5 TED talks: all of them are as informative as they are hilarious.
Enjoy!
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Wednesday, 10 October 2018

Maurice and the mice

I know you've all been impatiently waiting for an update on Maurice and his gang, and who am I to deny you that?
Especially when it's good news all around!

Remember the cookies my house mate left me? Gone! All demolished by me, with just a little help from Richard.
Maurice the Raccoon turned into Maurice the Furnace, and I'm happy to report that he works excellent. 
Maurice has become my best friend on these chilly autumn days. 
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Sunday, 7 October 2018

Invasion of the critters

The other night I ate half (okay, three-quarters) of a bag of chips for dinner, watched three hours of The Mindy Project in bed, and spent half an hour freaking out about the tap-tapping noises coming from the attic. It sounded like an animal walking around, but not a mouse, something bigger - a pack rat? Or a raccoon? I called Rich. 
"I think I have a raccoon in my attic," I told him without preamble. "Something is walking around up there. Something big. It sounds like the corgi, but she's right next to me, staring up at the ceiling and barking."   
"Okay," he said patiently. "What do you want me to do about it?" 
"What?" I shouted. "I can't hear you over Lily's barking!"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT?" he repeated loudly.
"I want you to bring your gun and shoot him!" I cried, looking worriedly up at the ceiling. "What if he comes down here?"
 "He won't," he reassured me firmly. "Why don't you just leave him alone?"
"Well, if he can't come down, I guess he can stay," I agreed slowly. "It's kind of nice to have another house mate. I shall call him Maurice."
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Friday, 5 October 2018

Writing my way out of a rut (in the most random way possible)

I'm stuck creatively. I'm trying to write about happiness, but I can't put my jumbled thoughts into words because I haven't quite figured out what I'm trying to say. It's the most frustrating part of the writing process, but I'm told everybody feels like that from time to time. 
In an effort to find my way out of it I thought I'd try to write my way out. 
If this post will see the light of being published remains to be seen, but for now I'm typing out whatever crosses my mind:

1. I came back to my home-away-from-home yesterday to 2 surprises: homemade cookies from my housemate (yay!) - and mice in our house (boo). I'm currently working on removing both.
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Tuesday, 2 October 2018

When breathing becomes work

Last Saturday I went hiking with a couple of co-workers. It was a glorious day, and we happily set off on one of the many hills surrounding our town. The sun was shining, the leaves had fully changed colour, and within the first 5 minutes we watched a beaver busily swimming in a little pond, no doubt doing important beaver business. 
Because the trail was narrow we hiked single file, with me being in the middle. 
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