Snowy Valentine

Happy Valentine's Day!

We woke up this morning to a Valentine's Day surprise: a balcony covered in snow. When I say covered, I mean it's thigh-deep. It's both cool and freaky at the same time. If we were to open the sliding door, we'd have a mini avalanche in the apartment, which might be novel but definitely not fun to clean up.

This is the kind of day that makes me glad I have nowhere to go. I can't say the same for my poor husband. My school has been closed due to inclement weather (as if it mattered; I'm still off until after midterms) but Darren's is open despite inclement weather. Hopefully they'll have the roads nicely plowed by the time he has to leave. I find the treachery of winter driving traumatic.

Oh, and there's the Valentine's Dinner/social tonight with the members of our small group. I was supposed to bring veggies & dip that I would purchase and cut up this morning, but I'm sure not risking my life (well, at least my mental stability - it's treachery, remember!) to buy broccoli and celery. (Did anyone else get a particular theme song stuck in their head just now?)

I wonder how many people are experiencing difficulty accomplishing everyday tasks today due to the weather? Theweathernetwork.com reports that this particular storm is centred over West Virginia, which tells me that its effects are quite far-reaching. I guess we're all in this together, eh?

Well, at least I can wish you a wonderful Valentine's Day, filled with hot chocolate, long glances out the window at the gorgeous scenery and lots and lots of hugs.

Setting Goals

For someone who has nothing to do in terms of work, I am extremely stressed out. I think I might be predisposed to finding stress in otherwise relaxing situations. Either that, or I have trained myself to do it through years of practice.

When I first fell ill I was stressed about coverage for my class, lessons to send to the supply teacher, what was wrong with me and whether I would ever get better. (I clearly remember the day when I finally said to Darren, “I think this may not last forever!”)

Once the decision was made to replace me until midterm, I felt a huge sense of relief and the stress dissipated…for a while. I’ve been feeling better of late but with that has come a new set of stresses. Now I’m worried about why sometimes I still get blackout-ish vision, whether this apathy and weakness I’m experiencing is truly the direct consequence of weeks of limited exercise and increased resting (or if there is something else silently brewing inside me somewhere), and whether the next time I return to work I will experience a repeat of my 3 failed attempts. Besides that I worry about Darren and his workload, and what direction we should be taking for September.

Since I am one of those people whose mental state has an affect on her physical state, I really need to deal with these fears. So that’s my goal for this week – try to trust more and worry less. That’s in addition to the ongoing goals I set last week: exercise a little each day to build back my strength and do something relational each day. I’ve been quite a failure with the previous ones, so hopefully I’ll do better this week.

Hopefully the last of its kind

Since I know that at least one person checks this blog semi-regularly to see my health status, I thought I'd better update it.

I went back to work on Thursday. This decision was made after considering a couple of factors:

1. I had 4 good days in a row. By "good days" I mean I was able to eat semi-normally, complete small tasks like drive Darren to school, make cookies, stand through most of the singing at church and clean the bathroom. Of course I stopped to take rests, but I was able to successfully my lifestyle - modified.
2. My blood work last week indicated that my levels of sodium, potassium, iron, etc. were good.
   
3. I had a very encouraging visit to the doctor on Tuesday. She confirmed that this was indeed a virus that she likened to the flu (a 4-6 week illness) and advised me to return to work on a reduced workload.
   

So I created a lesson plan that involved me standing very little for Thursday (Ex. I changed all white board activities to overhead ones, etc.) and made the decision to go back that day.

Thursday morning I woke up feeling terrible again. Many of my symptoms that had died down returned and I spent the morning in bed, telling myself that if I just got enough rest that morning, I'd be OK for my 3:30 class. Around 1:30 I headed to work so I could look over the notes the supply teachers had left me and make some final decisions about what to include in the lesson. But sitting at my desk I felt hot, shaky, uneasy in my digestive tract and unable to think clearly. I was kicking myself for even trying to go back when I knew that morning that I wasn't well, but I thought that maybe all I needed was a little push to get back into the swing of things.

I'm feeling a number of things: I'm frustrated because I truly thought I was on the mend. I know this is the third time I've said that, but I was confident this time. I feel foolish for having tried and failed yet again to return to work. I'm also bored. I'm tired of being at home, I miss my colleagues and students, and I want to return to 'normal' life, whatever that is. Besides that, I find myself often doubting the veracity of this illness. Because I have so many good moments, I wonder whether this is a figment of my imagination.

But people are so wonderful. Darren reassures me constantly, despite an intense workload he's bearing. My parents were here and they brought some easy-to-make meals as well as some frozen homemade soup (I was spoiled as a child so now I have a hard time eating canned soup) which was very helpful. And my friends are praying, sending encouraging notes and running errands for us.

I know this is temporary and I'm still not sure what it is I am to learn through this. But in the meantime I guess I'm to rest a little more and build up some more strength.

Will it ever end?

Well, surprise, surprise. Looks like I'm a freak of nature. Or at least that's how I feel.

I had a good weekend. I was out and about. I felt 85% of my normal self. Besides being unable to stand through the worship sequence at church Sunday morning, I lived life in a typical way for me.

But this morning I was feeling somewhat under the weather again. I decided to go to school, though for my one-hour staff meeting and one-hour class. Darren's advice was, "Sit down while you're teaching." That was my plan.

But I didn't make it to either of those appointments. Before going to the office I had to purchase a parking permit for the semester. (Since I've been off for 2 weeks, I hadn't done that yet.) So I parked in the 15 min. visitor's parking area, walked to the Ancillary Office to pay the ridiculous fee to leave my car unattended on school property, and immediately sat down. I felt weak and faint and warm - not good signs. I was promptly cared for - whisked away to the campus health centre by wheelchair, analyzed, deliberated over, and sent to the minor emergency walk-in clinic at a local hospital.

My ride and I spent the afternoon there, waiting to be seen and then waiting for the results of my urine and blood tests, which showed that I am not dehydrated, nor do I have worrisome levels of salt, potassium, etc. in my system. Basically I'm fine, but I can't stand for more than 6 minutes at a time or walk across the college on my own.

I am so frustrated. I really thought I was over this thing. And the worst part is that Darren had a day that rivaled mine for "crappiest day" and I don't have much sympathy (empathy? support? you know what I mean) in me tonight...just lots and lots of frustration. So I'm both healthy-sick and a lousy wife. Grrr!

Beautiful poetry

A few weeks ago our friend Chrissy was over for an evening of catching up and Carcassonne. As as aside, I think this may be the first game that I actually prefer playing with just 2 players. We first played Carcasonne with my sister & brother-in-law and whomever else was over at the time. We enjoyed it immensely but when we got home and acquired our own copy, we were afraid that it would be significantly less fun with a smaller group. But we found just the opposite; the strategy changes with the number of participants, but I think I enjoy it more with only 2 or 3.

Ok, back to the story at hand. While Darren was playing a few rounds of some video game (Zelda, maybe?) and I was making a pot of tea, Chrissy wrote a beautiful poem with our Magnetic Poetry that I think deserves to be shared with the six people who read this blog. My favourite part of the poetry writing was when Chrissy asked if I had any 'creepy' adjectives. I guess she didn't realize that this particular set of magnetic poetry is the romance kit that I bought Darren for Valentine's Day last year.

Without further ado, here you go:


If you would like to make your own poem, check out Magnetic Poetry online here.

Room with a view

I can't stop looking out my window; it's absolutely breathtaking! Darren and I live on the 4th floor of an apartment building and our windows/balcony overlook a field lined with trees and a small creek.

We've had some interesting winter weather the past few days with snow, ice pellets, and some warmer weather followed by colder weather and the result has been something beautiful. The trees are covered with icicles and the ground is covered with snow. And today the sun came out, making everything sparkle.

I ventured out onto the balcony this afternoon to take some pictures, in an attempt to preserve the beauty and share it with you. Unfortunately the photos don't do the view justice, but I'll share them with you nonetheless.






Every time I look out my window I feel very special. I like to believe that God made this beautiful icy wonderland just for me, since I have very little else to do at home sick all day and all night.

And it seems like there's no end in my immediate sight - my boss called and begged me not to bring this bug into the office. So I guess I have a few more days to enjoy the gorgeous scenery.

Year of the virus...pt. 2

The sickness saga continues. This morning began with a long debate about whether or not I had the strength to do any of the following:
(a) drive myself to and from work in the winter storm,
(b) teach my one hour of class today, or
(c) not faint between the time I arrive at work and the time I come home. I finally decided that chances were slim that I could accomplish all 3 of those basic tasks given the way I felt at that moment, and as I started writing an email to my boss including a lesson for someone else to teach, he called me to inform me that the power had gone out at the school and classes were canceled. That was the good news of the day.

Talking with my boss helped me realize that at this point it's probably not enough to rely on what the computer at telehealth thinks I have, so I decided to pay a visit to my doctor. Getting there is a story in itself, since Darren took the car to school today. I realized that I have few relationships that are at the calling-for-favours-such-as-driving-me-to-a-doctor's-appointment-level. I've got to work on that.

But I was disappointed to hear what the doctor had to say, once I made it there. Apparently I have gastro-somehting-itis, which is in fact a virus, and which she expects will take 2 weeks to get over. According to my doctor, 11% of the St. Catharines workforce is out sick. She said I'd probably need the rest of the week at home. I'm hoping to be back Wednesday, at least for the 3 hours that I actually teach.

So that's the latest. Hopefully I'll have more interesting things to write about soon.

2007, the year of the virus?

Since we're already into week 3 of 2007, I figure it's time for a little update from Larissa. Except for a trip to church & Quizno's today, I haven't left the apartment since Wednesday, and that was something I totally regretted.

The new semester started on Monday, mostly as usual. I met my 2 new classes, did some introductory stuff and bid them all, "see you tomorrow." That evening I felt a cold coming on so I took a little nap before getting ready for class the next day. In the morning I got myself ready for work, but after a less-than-pleasurable bathroom experience and much debating about the state of my stomach/head/entire body, on the way out the door I decided to give a colleague a call to get her to cover my classes.

After spending the day in bed (well, between bed and bathroom), I felt much better, so Tuesday morning I got myself ready for work, drove Darren to school and proceeded to drive myself to Welland. About half an hour later, a wave of faintness came over me and I could do nothing but put my head down and try to remain conscious. It was then that a colleague came in to help. A sports beverage, multiple suggestions and much discussion later it was decided that I could neither work nor drive myself home (apparently faint-headed people shouldn't drive in the snow...or in any weather condition, for that matter).

The next thing I now I was being driven to another colleague's house, tucked into bed and cuddled by a big black (lab?) puppy. At the end of the work day, the homeowner returned with news that the colleague who had driven me there (and covered my class) was picking up Darren so he could drive our car - and me - home. I felt so grateful and embarrassed to have caused such a commotion. But mostly grateful.

A call to telehealth on Thursday confirmed that I had a virus and a call to my boss suggested that I take until the end of the weekend to recover. Which I did. Except that this morning again I felt some of the weakness of this crazy virus, but with the help of my husband a successful trip to church ensued! Now for a little more rest and some lesson planning before we try again tomorrow.

Don't get me wrong - this hasn't been the worst week of my life; there have been moments of joy. Darren has humoured me and we've played a few games of Carcassonne, in the last of which I beat him by 3 points after he farmed a 50-point-area. (I realize that will make sense to very few of you, but those of you who can decipher it, you know the joy I felt!) Also, I witnessed for the first time in my life triangular ice pellets today. (see Darren's post for further clarification). And I realized just how fabulous my coworkers are after the way they banded together to take care of me when I was foolish enough to deny the fact that I was sick. Hopefully we won't have a repeat performance tomorrow when I attempt to teach again.

Merry Christmas!

So, we're home from our adventures in Alberta.

Darren and I spent this Christmas with my sister and her family in Edmonton. It was 10 days filled with stories, songs, games, winter activities and laughter. For a more complete rundown on our time out west, check out Darren's blog. For me the main highlights include visiting both Alex's kindergarten and Levi's preschool, playing over 10 rounds of our new favourite game, Carcassonne (and winning some!), going on a fun date with Alicia and Ben and doing fun family activities together such as toboganning, swimming and skiing (although skiing was a semi traumatic experience for me).

I miss them already! But as enjoyable as out time visiting was, I must admit it was nice to sleep in our own bed last night. And it was also nice to have some time to do absolutely nothing of value today, except get up and eat our meals at our usually scheduled time in an attempt to avoid any prolonged jet lag. I know it's only a 2 hour time difference, but going East is always hard!!

Anyway, here are a couple of photos that sum up our time away. Enjoy! (And for more go to www.darrenconley.com.)

Just a moment

Ahhh...the final days of December! The time when people are rushing around with parties and assignments and gatherings and shopping and baking and...and...and...

BUT NOT ME!! At this exact moment I feel absolutely no stress. Please read that as it is written: at this exact moment. I have felt plenty of stress in the past few days/weeks and I'm sure Thursday/Friday won't be a treat, but I am choosing to enjoy these few minutes (hopefully hours!) of peace.

My paper is written, my first of 2 exams is marked and grades are recorded, dinner is ready and all I need now is Darren to come home with the cookie cutters - yes, he is *that* amazing a man that he went to the store to buy me Christmas cookie cutters! - to eat and watch Justice League (hey, I have to do *something* for a guy who will go out to buy cookie cutters!).

I don't think I've ever been this relaxed on December 12 before. It's fabulous! I'm going to enjoy it before the packing, cleaning, visiting, marking, and meetings start...tomorrow!

Jack Sprat

I've always thought the nursery rhyme about Jack Sprat was stupid. You know the one:

Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean;
And so, between the two of them,
They licked the platter clean.

Some very, very brief research has shown me that this rhyme could really be a jest about Charles I of England and his wife Henrietta Maria in regards to the financing of a war with Spain. I don't want to get into that. Instead, I'd like to propose the following: I think it's about Darren I of St. Catharines and his wife Larissa Joy in regards to the Christmas snack mix.

When Leona was here visiting for the weekend we made a half batch of her (received from Margie Gilmore) White Chocolate Christmas Mix. I made this for a couple of reasons.
1. I know that Darren loves white chocolate.
2. It makes a nice Christmas-y snack.

I planned to serve it at our small group meeting on Thursday, but I wanted Darren to try a little first. [sidenote: It took him 3 days to finally oblige me and taste the mix. For some reason he was afraid of it. I can't figure him out sometimes.] When he did finally try the mix we discovered - and this is how it relates to Jack and his wife - that while I love the pretzels and dislike the M&Ms, Darren feels exactly the opposite.

So, in other words Darren Conley could eat no pretzels, his wife could eat no M&Ms. And so between the two of them they finished all the snack mix.

Sorry, small group!

Bonne fete! Feliz cumpleanos! Sretan rodzendan!

I love my birthday! I don't mind getting old (any more - once I came to terms with 25, it's been much easier!!) and I love having a day when everything really is about me. There are few days in a year when one can expect others to do the things they usually do - like the dishes, for example. Oh, and there's the special outings associated with birthdays, too.

This year I particularly enjoyed my birthday. Somehow I was able to work on Monday and Tuesday but still feel like they were both vacation days for me. My husband, determined to make sure that it was a fabulous day, succeeded brilliantly. I'm really a blessed one!

Having spent the weekend relaxing, celebrating and doing a little work, I feel rested enough to deal with the end of term madness that is just around the corner. There are exams to be created, given and then marked. There are final projects to be collected and evaluated. There are meetings to attend and lessons that still need to be planned. There's even a summative reflective essay that I need to write ('cause I'm taking a few courses on the side, too!) But I feel like I have the energy and motivation to tackle them - if I can stop writing on this crazy blog, that is!

Sidenote: (I'm doing this a lot lately, eh?)
I used to believe that 24 was the perfect age. That was until I turned 27 and celebrated my champagne birthday, and then I had to adjust the "perfect age" by 3. But I must say, so far I love being 28!

Our Halfiversary

Yesterday was what Darren and I like to call our halfiversary. The term "sixth mesiversary" seemed a little drab for such a special occasion; we believe it warranted the creation of a new word.

Anyway, I thought I would take this opportunity to consider the past 6 months.

I love being married. I think it's wonderful to share a home with someone I love. I appreciate having someone who knows me well enough to be able to help me when I'm freaking out. I'm so thankful that "Good night" is now followed by rolling over and going to sleep rather than driving 45 minutes to get home. And I love knowing that there are two of us who are committed to dealing with whatever comes our way.

Being married means being supported and supportive, understood and understanding, loved and loving...you get the point. It's a lot of work, but it has a lot of rewards.

The first 6 months of being married have been fabulous, but not easy. If you were to ask Darren about his impressions of married life, he'd likely say something along the lines of "some things that we thought would be easy to adjust to have been difficult, and some things we thought would be harder to deal with have been easy." I think that's a pretty accurate description.

If someone were to ask me what to expect when they got married, I'd say this: Expect to have all your expectations destroyed. The majority of the conflict we've experienced has been a direct result of an unfulfilled/unrealistic expectation of some sort. But I'm very thankful for times of conflict because there is great joy and closeness in the resolution of them. And it's encouraging to see both the frequency of mini conflicts and the time needed to reach a resolution diminishing!

In just 6 months we've learned a lot, grown a lot, laughed a lot and even caught each other acting like our parents at least once. Does it feel like I've been married for half a year? The answer: I don't know what being married for half a year is supposed to feel like. Darren and I have both commented that sometimes it feels like we've been together for a long time, and other times it feels so new.

Either way, it's good.

Halloween Update

So only 2 people at the entire party correctly guessed what I was dressed as although my students had multiple thoughts. I got everything from a baby to a pregnant lady to blank stares and shrugs. I thought Darren's costume would give it away, but it didn't. I'm going to write this off not as an experiment gone wrong, but as an example of cultural misunderstanding. :)

Oh, and next time I'll have to either use a box, paper with balloons or the words "Happy birthday" on it, a store-bought bow for my head or put a large To:/From: tag on.
Sigh...live and learn.


By the way, Darren's hat says HAPPY BIRTHDAY on it and his badge says #1 Birthday Boy. And yes, that is his birthday suit. :)

I've got it!

As Chrissy suggested in her comment on my previous post, I was going to write about my Hallowe'en costume woes. But then I thought "Hey, didn't I do that last year?"

Yesterday I wrote her a desperate email begging for costume idas. Since she works at a party store, I figure she's my best bet for such information. Try as she may, I was unsatisfied with her suggestions, although I toyed with the idea of dressing as an ESL teacher. (You're very funny, Chrissy!)

Last night I spent a good chunk of time browsing this website and found a solution to my costume dilemma. I was quite impressed with the ideas therein. There were lots of great ideas for homemade costumes and also lots of lame pun-based costumes like a babysitter in which one ties a doll to his/her rear end. LAME!!

Eventually I decided on a costume that meets my criteria:

1. It's cute and/or fun.
2. It's easy to make/put together.
3. All the components are easy to get.
4. It's at least semi-comfortable.
   

And voila! My costume:

(Please tell me you know what I am!!)

All I have to say is that Darren's lucky. If we had had big boxes laying around I would have forced him to dress up with me as a pair of dice. Or maybe a magnet, and I'd wrap myself in tin foil. But this way his entire costume consists of a birthday hat and noisemaker (besides a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.) That should appease his "I don't like dressing up and especially not in constrictive getups" side.

I've never been this ready costume-wise for the work Hallowe'en party before. I guess it pays to plan a little ahead. This way I can look forward to Friday rather than dread the stress-filled moments before the party as I run around the apartment searching for anything that resembles anything but me!

Shame on me

I'm a bad sister. Alaina is in Mombassa, Kenya right now at a YWAM Discipleship Training School. She left in September and won't be home until February. This is her first time away from all of her friends and family for an extended period of time.

Since she's been in Africa, I have chatted with her on MSN messenger once and joined in on the family's phone call to her at Thanksgiving. But I haven't sent a single email.

She has a blog and I read it faithfully. Acually, I do more than read it; I'm her editor. It's my job to add photos and formatting since she it's more challenging from via her Internet connection. So I feel like I'm somewhat involved in her life there, but I still haven't written an email!

I should know better. Every time I've been abroad, I have longed for word from home. Even though I loved what I was involved in, I always wanted to stay connected to the community I had left. I would leave comments at the end of group emails (blogs weren't popular back then) that hinted at my desire to receive "status reports" from my friends and family, (ok, I probably should say begged...) but few people would respond with emails.

Now I realize that most people were thinking, "There's not much going on here. What does she want me to write about...what I had for supper?" That's a fair argument, and actually the one that I use every time I think about writing and don't. But the correct answer is: YES! Yes, she wants me to write about what I had for supper or the fact that I got my midterm grades completed or that my husband wrote a paper on blogging in the classroom or that I had a funny conversation yesterday. It may seem dumb and insignificant, but it's just so nice to be remembered and included in the day-to-day business that you're missing.

Shame on me! I know the value of getting some news, albeit mundane news, from the homeland and I don't do it. But I will. I'm off to send an email!


Sidenote: It worked out well for me that Darren wasn't one of those people who thought his life was insignificant. When I was in Chile he wrote me long, informative emails that helped me feel less abandoned by my Canadian consort. Of course it helped that he thought I was interested in him...but that's a longer story for another time.

Thankfully oblivious to the storm

For the past 2 days I have been especially thankful that I live in St. Catharines.

Before moving to this city in January 2005, I was a pseudo-resident of Fort Erie. For 2 years (off and on) I worked as the night manager at a refugee shelter there. So my "permanent residence" and most of my stuff was elsewhere, but I slept in Fort Erie 6 nights a week.

When I finished working there, I started squatting at my friend's house. She was working at the shelter during the day and living down the street by herself in a 4-bedroom house. I would often "visit" her for the night, bringing a change of clothes and toiletries with me, and then eventually I just moved into one of the bedrooms. It was a great system - she was from Virginia and didn't have many friends in the area and (I think) appreciated my company, and I was living rent-free...although I did offer! Sigh...sometimes I miss those days.

While in Fort Erie, I experienced my fair share of snow storms. It seemed like every morning for weeks at a time I'd have to clean the snow off of my car and drive extra cautiously on the roads to Welland. I also remember getting stuck in the snow at least once and having to get Ashley out of bed to help me shovel out my Mikko in her pajamas. (What a good friend, eh?)

Residents of Fort Erie are used to dealing with snow, but not this early in the fall. According to this CBC report, yesterday's storm left record amounts of snowfall for October and while most of the city should have its electricity working by now, there are some parts of the city that will probably be without power for 2-4 days. The Peace Bridge and parts of the QEW were closed - in essence, the city was shut down...on October 13th!!

Back here at the Conley apartment, we watched the snowflakes fall yesterday morning with the excitement of little children. I didn't realize that there were places in the area that had accumulated snow until I started passing cars with significant amounts of the white stuff on their roofs and hoods. Of course, a little freak out episode accompanied each one. :)

Yes, it's good to live in St. Catharines!

Jesse Cook and cognative process

One of the benefits of teaching an advanced listening class is that I'm constantly seeking interesting things to watch in class. We have a textbook but I like to supplement it with other audio or audio-visial documents on related topics.

I realize that "constantly seeking interesting things to watch in class" may not sound much like a benefit, but it is because it forces me to make the time to preview documentaries on various subjects and keep up to date on international goings-on (web news video clips), as well as get a firmer grasp on the plethora of online audio resources.

So I've been going to the library on a regular basis. One week I took out a stack of videos (yes, videos - we actually went out and bought a VCR because neither Darren nor I owned one) on Canadian geography; the next week, documentaries on Koko the gorilla and a man who speaks with wolves; the following week, the Inuit; and this week, memory. Usually I can find only one good clip from my stack of videos, but I enjoy watching them nonetheless.

Two library visits ago I stopped by the CD stacks and picked up Jesse Cook's album Nomad. We listened to it in the car for 2 weeks straight. There are a number of songs we like, but I must say our favourite is incomprehensible to us. It's called Quadukka-L-Mayyas, it's in Arabic and it's SO catchy! (Listen to a clip of the song here.)

The moment I heard this song, my memory brought me back to a day in our friends, the Peters', living room when their 4-year-old-daughter sang the entire song for me. I don't know if you remember from the previous paragraph, but it's in Arabic. And she sang it word for word.

This blew my mind then and does so even more now that I've listened to the song probably 20 times and the only words I can make out are the English words I superimpose onto the Arabic lyrics. (I'm convinced the singer says, "I know I have been efficient enough". Seriously - go back and listen; you'll hear it too!)

There are a couple of hypotheses I'd like to propose based on Ceilidh's and my interaction with this piece of music. (This is the result of my second-hand reading of academic stuff.) First, I think it's normal to seek meaning in sounds or text. I didn't try to turn the song into English; my brain naturally interpreted it that way. Secondly, I think this process doesn't start until after early childhood. Ceilidh was able to immitate or reproduce the Arabic sounds she heard in the song even though some of them were foreign and none of them made sense to her. I, on the other hand, am still struggling to sing along; my brain just won't let nonsensical words come out of my mouth.

I'm sure there's tons of research that both supports and undermines my hypotheses, but there's no way we're going to have 2 people in this household doing hardcore (or even softcore) research! I'm just going to have to believe that I'm right based purely on observation.


By the way, Darren found the lyrics to this song translated into English here...and there's no mention of being sufficiently effective.

Weekend update

Happy Thanksgiving!

There are few things in life better than a long weekend, especially one that involves lovely visits and lots of laughs.

We had a great Thanksgiving weekend. Friday was dedicated to Leona, since it was her graduation and all. Then Saturday we celebrated Thanksgiving with a delicious mom-cooked turkey dinner. Our cousins joined us for the afternoon/evening and it was so nice to spend some time with them. Jen and Pauline are fabulous girls separately, but together they're absolutely hilarious! I think they could hire themselves out as entertainers at parties; just by having them on the guest list, your other guests are sure to enjoy themselves.

Sunday morning we left my parents' house early-ish and made it to Church on the Rock on time (the first time in our life together!) It was nice to see some friends there - friends we don't have time to really visit now. This was followed by Thanksgiving dinner at Swiss Chalet with Darren's immediate family. The extended family (aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmas) will get together today but we ducked out of that one, needing an entire day at home to make strides on the necessary tasks of the week. On the way home from our visit, we stopped by Grandma M's place to finally get the rest of my stuff out of storage in her basement, a week before she moves to a retirement home. By the time we made 3 trips up the 4 flights of stairs, we were quite pooped but Darren managed to read an article and I was able to format a few handouts for his presentation.

I think part of why this weekend was so good was that it contained a great balance of productivity and relaxation. In Forest, whenever he had a spare moment, Darren snuck away to the upstairs computer and worked on his research (productivity) and then when company came, we visited, played games and generally enjoyed ourself (relaxation). My theory holds!

I guess that means that I'm going to have to do some cleaning at home today, or some research for a project I have to do for the culture class I'm taking. Or maybe I can count updating my blog as productivity?!? Perhaps I should begin by making some breakfast. Every little bit counts!

Graduation #4

Well, it's official - all 4 of the Morris girls have offically graudated from high school. Leona's commencement ceremony was held this Friday at North Lambton Secondary School in Forest. She came home from the University of Guelph to receive her many certificates and awards and to see her friends. (Oh, and to celebrate Thanksgiving, too).

Darren and I were pleased to attend this significant event in her life and also represent the siblings (Alicia's in Alberta and Alaina's in Kenya at present) in cheering and suporting her.

Here are a few pictures from Leona's grad. Congrats, kiddo!

Leona and Larissa

Ya-woo!

Hugs all around!

Enjoying(?) some refreshments

Here's the whole clan

Life Recently

Posts have been few and far between lately, I know, and there are a number of good reasons for that. First of all, my computer has just recently been returned to me by the kind folks at Staples, after having her inverter removed and a new one put in its place - not a fun procedure for the poor inanimate object, I'm sure.

We did do a good job of sharing Darren's computer while my laptop was away, but work took precidence over everything else, and between my teaching and his studying, we were living in a "computers-are-not-for-fun zone" for what seems like an eternity.

Speaking of Darren's studying, our home has been rather stress-filled of late. You'd think that by midterm we'd be better equipped to deal with the necessary shifts in priorities, etc., but it's simply not true. We have begun to settle into some new routines and habits of this new life of ours, however. For example, we now get up at 6:00 am (Well, that's the time Darren starts the "wake Larissa up" process) and leave for school/work at 7:30, or as soon after as possible. I'd like to say this is getting easier, but that also is simply not true. I suspect this will be an ongoing struggle for the Conleys, or at least the female half of the Conleys.

One thing we have become good at is coordinating our drop-off/pick-up times, which became a necessity when we sold my car, leaving us with just the one. I really like not having the option to stay home a little later and take my own car to work on days when Darren has an early class and I don't because it forces me into a positive routine. I also really like coming home together. We can usually get through the telling of one of our days by the time we pull into the driveway.

I think we've also actually started to grow accustomed to the increased level of stress around the house. Please don't take that to mean that we've grown to like it. Some people thrive on stress; NOT US. We both strive to live in a stress-free environment. Since that is impossible, we try to create as much space for stress-free living as we can. In this new arrangement of MA reading and ESL preparation, we've found that times of relaxation have become special moments rather than the norm, making us take note of them and appreciate them all the more.

So there are benefits to life since September, but also much frustration. As I type this, Darren is reading an article that was written by a man whose sole purpose, as far as I can tell, is to impress and confuse the world of academia by his convoluted and complicated language. Every single sentence that Darren has read to me I have not understood. Unfortunately, the poor guy has to do a presentation on this article Friday, among other assignments this week.

I should probably start rehearsing my encouragement speech. It seems as though I get to practice it every other day, when things seem just a bit too overwhelming for my husband. But on the days between my oral support giving, I'm on the receiving end of a very similar speech. If nothing else, this year will teach Darren and I to support each other through everything.

Today's headline: Black screen leads to frustrating trivia anecdote

My computer is broken (The screen on my laptop has gone black - inverter problem?). This spells disaster for the Conleys.

A few weeks ago I mentioned to Darren that I like the fact that we're a one-TV-family and that I wanted to try to maintain that status for as long as we could. But being a one-computer-family is another story entirely.

I sure do miss my computer (name pending; I must be slipping!) It's not that I'm stranded; Darren's computer is working just fine. The problem is that he's often working on it. Over the past four months (almost) we've learned to share lots of things, but our computers were not one of them! We've grown accustomed to being able to work or play simultaneously, and that was before we were both in school.

The biggest downside is that I feel out of touch with "my people" - you know, the ones whose blogs I read daily in order to feel like I'm actually a part of their lives. Oh, and I have to actually enter my passwords on his computer. And his computer has sympatico weather bookmarked, not The Weather Network (why I'll never know!). I guess there are a few "biggest downsides."

Speaking of computers saving passwords: yesterday, when it was time to do our daily trivia game Darren didn't notice that the computer had saved my information and it was actually me who was logged in. So, he played under my name and got a good score. Well, I wanted to play, too, so I naturally played as him. For the first time in this category, I beat him, but of course HE got the win! GRRRRR...gotta fix that laptop!

Empty Nest

When I was young I remember my mom saying that she looked forward to the day that all 4 of her daughters left home. She wasn't being spiteful or anything; I think she genuinely longed for a little freedom from the busy-ness of parenting.

Personally I think this cartoon illustrates how I'll deal with the empty nest syndrome, except chances are high I'll never have a dog. But it's hard to say considering I have no children. :)

Anyway, my mom's wish has finally come true. As of Sunday, September 2, 2006, my parents are officially empty nesters. Alicia and I have been gone for years, Alaina moved out west last year and Leona got launched this weekend.

Mom, dad and I helped her move into her residence at the University of Guelph yesterday. Actually, it was second year students who helped her move in; the only thing I carried was her computer monitor and the only thing she carried was, I think, her purse!.

But we did help her unpack and settle in. Dad got her computer up and running, mom made her bed, put away clothes, etc., and I...well, I did a few random things and took pictures. I guess I was there mostly for moral support.

Leona's room is quaint and absolutely adequate for her needs. The girls on her hall seem nice and the building is gorgeous. Here are some pictures from the big move.

It was exhausting! :)

Leona will turn 17 this December, making her the youngest Morris to move out, followed by Alicia who was older, only because her birthday comes earlier in the year. I left home a few months before I turned 19. (There were 5 years of high school back in the 90s.) It sounds old compared to my sisters, but then again, I helped Darren move out of his parents' house a few months before he turned 30! In his defense I've got to say that he had lived in a number of places prior to that move, but kept coming home.

My parents are off for a little vacation and when they come home I think they'll find the house quieter and life calmer than when they had a houseful of girls. I wonder if it's time for some new hobbies? Or maybe a boarder? Who knows!?

Learning for oneself

I'm a fixer. I like to fix things...no, not things. I couldn't fix a single thing around this apartment if I tried! Our currently broken toilet is a testimony to that.

I like to fix people. More accurately, I want tofix situations in such a way as to help people avoid having to learn lessons that I've already learned...the hard way.

I realize that most people don't want to be given unsolicited advice, so the culturally acceptable thing to do is sit back and watch people learn for themselves. Also, I know that a person learns best through experience. (I really do agree with Confuscius' "I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.") But it's really hard.

On the other hand, when I think back on my life I can think of a few distinct instances in which I wish someone had told me I was making a bad decision. (For example, the decision to attend Bible College. Why didn't someone tell me that was a dead end choice?) There's no guarantee I would have changed my mind, but I'd like to think that I would have at least considered the decision a little more carefully.

I'm not speaking of a particular instance in which someone in my life is walking into a situation that could be better by a wave of my magical advice wand, but rather a general sense within me. Whenever I see someone in a place I have experienced and conquered (or at least survived and learned from), I want to transport him/her to the other side where I am.

I wonder if this is what being an adult is.