J'ai recu un email de mon pere. J'espérais d'obtenir quelques cent dollars dans des impôts sur le revenu. Mais je recevais $19. Boo. Je suis triste. En plus de cela, il ma coute $25 pour obtenir mes impôts faits! Je comptais avoir une certaine somme d'argent supplémentaire à jouer avec.

Cette voyage sur le week-end ete supposer d'etre un secret, mais c'etait pas le cas de tout. En tout cas, le week-end etait merveilleux. ET, j'ai recevais des FLEURS! Woo!

J'ai vu Taking Lives, aussi. Comme Sarah a dit, c'etait bonne. Puis, on pourrait vois les seins d'Angelina. Yum, yum. Le station de train dans 'Moncton' etait ridicule! il a semblé plus comme celui dans Montréal, avec des milles de personnes. La vraie station de train dans Moncton, bien que jolie, ne semble rien comme celle dans le film. Mais, c'etait excitant d'entendre 'Moncton' dans un film.

Un chat . . . avec quatre oreilles!

Pour vous aider en votre francais, voici ceci.

Aussi, je vais au Moncton cette fin-de-semaine. J'ai decider d'aller par train. C'est peut-etre cinquante cents plus cher que la bus, puis c'est le TRAIN! J'aime vraiment le train - c'est si romantique! Meme si je vais tous seul.

Alors, j'ai travallier TROIS jour cette semaine! C'est dur, ca! Puis je faux me cacher ainsi mes parents ne me trouvent pas. Je me sens comme une espionne!

Bond. Jenn Bond.

Merci a mon soeur!

C'est les advertisement avec les hommes to FUBAR!!!

Pourrais-vous m'explique pourquoi une personne voulait fair quelque chose come ceci? Evidemment, ce n'est pas un garcon de 3 ans qui ecrit cette blog. C'est ridicule, et si un de vous faisez ca quand vous avez des bebes, je vais te moquez.

A wise man once said: Be careful what you wish for.

I've been spending this last little while wishing I was back home. Then, last night at 5:30pm I get a phone call.

I'll skip the details, but essentially, UW offered me a job. Again. It's not a permanent position, again. They'd want me to leave ASAP and start right away.

Uh, excuse me? Gee, guys, that's an awfully tempting offer you got there, but, uhm, no.

I didn't say that. I said "I'm making $17/hour here (I actually make $16, oops), what do you have to offer". They're supposed to get back to me, but I'm still waiting, again.

Once I got off the phone with them, I starting freaking out. My initial gut reaction was that taking it wasn't an option. Then, I started thinking about the possibilities. Oh, the possibilities. Then I starting feeling a little sick. Was this really a choice? Another wise man put it to me this way: I could choose between having a job I like in a place that I don't like, or have a job I don't like in a place I do like. Hm. Well, if you put it that way...

But, no, of course I can't take it. Unless they offer me some ridiculous amount of money, there's no way I can screw these SH people over. It would have wasted the paste two months I was here...

Which brings to another point. I can't count. In previous posts, I've talked about my 3-month evaluation point. Well, that would make sense if I count January, February and March as three months. But, I only started January 19th, so I need to be counting it as January-February (1), February-March (2), March-APRIL (3). My mother had to point this out to me.

This new revelation is both good and bad. Good; because 1) I don't feel as useless and lazy as I once did about not getting enough done in my supposed 3 month time period. And 2) I can put off this whole evaluation thing for another month, and plus it gives me extra reason to stay..

Bad, though, because before, I was of the mindset that "yay! I'm a quarter done!" Now, I'm 1/6th done. It doesn't really have quite the same ring.

And, oh damn, I've been put on training for Meet the Parents Weekend. Egads. All French, all the time. I really do suck at French, and it really doesn't help to have an 'expert' laugh at my feeble attempts.

As a show of support, I think any or all of my readers should post their next post in French (or, really, pick any non-mother tongue, let's make this interesting). I promise my next post will be in French. Maybe I'll try to do more of them in French, maybe not. I have 2 weeks to ameliorate and get my tongue ready for action. Vive la difference!

I read this last night in Self by Yann Martel, and the quotation flew up off the page and hit me in the face. It's a great book (so far), and if you're looking for something to read, I recommend it.

And so, my 25th birthday is coming up, and if anyone would like to get me anything special, may I suggest this?

Aye, I know at this stage of my life I should NOT be pining away for household appliances, but look at it! I guess it's because I have the washer/dryer from hell that I'm discovering a fondness for the newest in laundering technology.

However, if you feel you should buy me something more fitting to a woman of my age, this might be a better option (and it's cheap, which means I'll be pissed if I don't get one this year...:|).

Oh, my boss bought me flowers. She (as well as most of you) noticed I was a bit down (really? was it that noticeable?). She got this gorgeous pink rose with a card that read "Hope you week gets better!". It was sweet, and she outright admitted it was a bribe.

So, this is the first real weekend that I don't have any plans. My parents will be in Halfax at the casino, so I may go up there for the day just to say hi, and to deposit my big, fat paycheck. A girl from work invited me out for her birthday. She's a party girl, and I'm not sure I'd enjoy myself, but I'll consider it, anyway. Part of me just wants to enjoy the weekend alone; doing laundry, cleaning the bathroom, cleaning the kitchen (duties that have been neglected since... well, since I moved in).

Once again I went home for the weekend. Once again, I was so happy to be home, so happy to be with people who loved me, to be familiar with my surroundings, to see familiar faces...

Once again, I was a near-emotional basket case by Sunday afternoon. By Monday, as I heading back home (rather, my parents' house) to collect my things, I was holding back tears and trying to ignore that gross feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I came back Monday afternoon. Lisa was kind enough to take me down, which was a nice distraction. After she had left, I had a pounding headache and just couldn't bare to be up anymore, so I went to bed at 8:30pm.

Since then, I've been pretty blue. I've been fortunate to have enough distraction in my life to keep it from turning into an all out depression, but nevertheless, it makes me sad to go home. I've been questioning whether its even worth it to go home if I feel so shitty afterwards.

It's not like I hate it here, though. I mean, I'm not in love with this place, for certain, but it's not agony to be existing here. Work can sometimes be exciting (more on that later), though usually a little mundane. The town itself has potential if only I 'wait until the summer', a phrase I believe they should make their civic motto, I've heard it so much.

I told myself when I started this job that I was re-evaluate things every three months. On Friday, it will be 3 months. All in all, things have been about as good as I could expect, though I feel like I'm not truly having any fun here. So, what's that supposed to mean?

Anyway, in the midst of all this questioning, I finally had my FIRST CLIENT yesterday. It was a girl who came in to get a pregnancy test for her 'friend'. I actually do think it was for her friend, though. Anyway, I was probably much more nervous than she was - I was actually shaking a little bit when I gave her the bag I made for her (an opaque bag with the test, some condoms, my card, and a few pamphlets). Anyway, I hope everything works out okay for her. She was particularly interested (or rather, her friend) if the services we provided were confidential. I assured her they were. Since this is a small community, I assume she's either quite young, or is fairly well known. Either way, they're all strangers to me, so it's not like I'd know who they were anyway.

Also, I decided to volunteer to teach some computer courses through the women's center. I've been missing it. Even though this current work is my passion, I don't have the confidence I have when I'm teaching computers. I think by doing this it'll at least assure me that I have some skills.

So, enough bitching and complaining for now....

By way of LYD I took Match.com's attractiveness test. It was fun to take. I highly suggest it if you have 10-20 minutes to spare. I thought that this was particularly interesting:

Interestingly, a lot of the features you liked are not especially popular. They're not what usually defines "mainstream" attractiveness for men. But who cares what the mainstream thinks?! Below is a list of some of the unique features you found appealing in men.

The report goes on to day that only about 6% of women my age who took the test have the same tastes in men I do. Advantage: Jenn.

I try to keep my relationships pretty quiet on here because I think it's just safer that way. Also, I'm always afraid of saying something I'll regret. But, let me just put this out there. In the ether, man. Being in love is cool. Talking and being with my guy is like crawling into a bed that's already been warmed up. It's divine. It really is. Granted, it can also be scary as hell, but it's so worth it.

I needed to get that out of my system. Back to your regularly scheduled mundane blog.

Okay, let me say up front that I love going home. It's just that's it's a little stressful trying to divide up my time with everyone without them getting offended. Not that I'm some prized pig or anything, I just don't want to disappoint..

Anyway, I've never been a McD's fan, but in case YOU needed another reason...

Oh my god, I'm so anxious to get home. All this traveling has made me miss home more than ever. We flew over St. John yesterday and I almost jumped out of the plane because it's at least closer to home than SH is.

In other news, I just got back from sitting in on a grade 6 puberty class covering puberty in boys. I gotta say, these kids were much more knowledgeable than I would have guessed. That said, there were a few things I found interesting...

The first question was from a girl asking "Why do we need to learn about guys? Why can't we learn about our own??"

A few boys thought that guys grew hair on their penises.

I was sitting at the back of the class, and noticed that the the boys all sat on one half, and the girls the other. I thought it was odd that the teacher would segregate his class like that. So, after the class was finished, I asked him about it. He told me that he gave them the choice on where to sit, and that's what they picked. I thought that was very interesting.

I finally began to feel a little more confident in my abilities and experience. There is a 'talk box' where students can put in questions. One of the questions said something like "if when a girl puts a dildo in her privates is it dirty?". She told the class that she was going to wait to answer the question because it was a big topic (ie: she didn't know how to answer). I later saw what the question was, and we started talking about how she would answer it. She said she probably wouldn't answer it directly, that she felt some students were 'so naive and innocent' that she didn't want to describe what a dildo was, to (I assume) shatter their innocence. So, she said she might just use it to talk about STDs, which, in my opinion, doesn't have a whole lot to do with it. We packed up and left, and talked about it some more, and I told her, yes, I would talk about what a dildo is. I told her I remembered lots of times in school where kids were say words that I had no idea what it meant. Worse, I would usually try to use it in conversation, only to use it incorrectly and look like even more of an idiot. I said that these kids have probably either used or at least heard of these words on the schoolyard, and that I felt it was important that these kids learn what these words are. She thought, after thinking it over a bit, that I was right. Considering that she's a nurse who has been doing this for 20 years, I feel good about myself right now.

As a treat, I'm getting my hair done this weekend. I can't wait to let Colin make me beautiful.

Oh, and, I'm MEETING THE PARENTS. Gulp.

Hi everyone. No, I'm not dead.

I got back to SH a few hours ago, after getting up at 4:45am to catch our flight out of Toronto. Considering I only got back to my hotel room last night at 1am, I'm a little out of it.

But, I went to Ikea.

I got nine of these, 8 in this grey colour, and one red one. I'm going to mount them in a group on my largest wall.

And I got one of these.

And her.

And this.

..Which will hold a bunch of candles, in a colour that I can't seem to find on their site. But think of that cool blue/aqua kind turquoise colour that's very Ikea. That's the colour.

So, that's the living room.

We decided to go with a 'people' theme throughout the house, so we got this shower curtain. I don't know if it'll work with the gastly pink and black decor that's in there, but we'll see.

Finally (I think), are new blinds I got for my bed room (bye bye pink curtains and dark green plastic blinds!). I hope they go with my bed, and, uhm, fit my windows, but I didn't measure.

There might have been a few more things, but I forgot. Anyway, I'm now an Ikea convert. Who would hate it?

After 3 days of sex-related meetings, I must admit I'm a little worn out. Probably not so much from all the sex talk, but more due to having to be working for 72 hours straight. I do like my boss, but I get tired of mostly anyone, with some exceptions, after 3 days.

I've been spending the day doing laundry, and monitoring the state of my toilet. The toilet isn't flushing properly, so I've been having to fill up the tank with water manually. It's been fun. I'll have to get Delbert to take a look at it when I get back. In the meantime, I'll have to limit my liquid for the rest of the day.

I think the rest of my day will be spent watching Say Anything while laying on the couch, maybe with a bowl of corn chips. It's wiiiide open. Yup.

I watched a bit more of Supergirl last night, and I swear that the MTA University Chaplain plays a bad guy. It was quite distracting, and therefore not at all arousing. I almost feel like I should write him to tell him about it, but I don't know if he'd appreciate a former student writing him to tell him his face is featured on a low-budget German pornographic film.

Anyway, I'll be leaving for Toronto tomorrow morning and will be back on Tuesday. Then back to Moncton for the weekend. It's home for a rest.

So, last night I had a dream that I gave Peter Jackson a hummer.

And y'know, well, the day sort of just went on from there.

I'll be all over the place for the next week, but hopefully I'll get around to blogging when I can. I'll be in Halifax for the next 3 days. I'll be back on Friday.

Oh, I want everyone to buy me Bliks because it's really the only thing I can use to decorate my wood-panelled house. Pretty please?

Most of you know that I have a boyfriend. His name is Seamus.

My sister send me an AUTOGRAPHED picture (this one, only in black and white, and a longer shot, so you can see more of his body). Autographed. That means he TOUCHED it.

Swoon.

Jana came down this weekend. On her drive into SH, at about 1:30am, she got pulled over by the RCMP (actual size). You'd have to live here to really appreciate how funny that is. No one ever gets pulled over here. The 4 RCMP officers that are stationed here are just for show. So it's funny that it took some life-in-the-fast-lane Upper Canadian. Believe you me, people will be talking about all week.

Anyway, after waking up a little later than planned on Saturday morning, we hit the road to Halifax for our spa day. We both had a facial, and a lovely pedicure. We finished everything off by having our makeup done. Unfortunately, we both ended up looking a little like this. It was nothing a few touchups with strong kleenex couldn't fix.

We went to La Cave for supper. If you are looking for a quiet setting for a meal, this is a great place. Though the decor leaves something to desired (the linoleum floor looked like it was taking out of a 1970's kitchen, and the 'art' was straight out of K-Mart), the food was good, and the service was excellent.

We spent Sunday grocery shopping, and driving around the area, exploring some of the lesser travelled roads in the area. It was a beautiful sunny day, so we really got the appreciate the scenery.

Hey, this i s neat. This is on the way into SH. I love that dice. The Innuksuk I've only noticed the last few times I've been on that highway. But I must say, Nova Scotians do love their roadside art. Oh, and their snowmen.

So, this week will be pretty slow, no doubt. I just have to get through Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday, I'll be going to Hali for a conference on Contraceptive Technology. I'm excited for our workshop with Venus Envy. I'd love to open up a business like that back home, though I'm not sure they're ready for it. Still, it's the perfect mix of fun and education. It's a great place.

I'll be coming back on Friday, where I will actually have a weekend alone (well, one day, really). Sunday I fly to Toronto, where I will see Caitlin, who doesn't look like that at all, except for one night. I will also see Jana again, who has a whole bunch of goodies for me, including this, which I have been lusting over for quite some time now. I'm excited to get it, but a little nervous as to how to get it home by plane. We'll see, I guess.

One more thing. Google has once again has elimininated the need for me to think on my own. I was never properly taught measurement conversions. I have no idea how many centimeters there are in a foot, or how many yards there are in a hectare, or how many liters there are in a mile (haha). But did you know that if you simply type in "153 centimeters in inches" into Google, it'll do the conversion for you? BRILLIANT!

I have now been blogging for over an hour, so it's best I get back to work. Happy March, everyone.