Folding Bags

Folding plastic bags to save space

Folding plastic bags to save space

Today my OCD was getting the best of me in a strange way. I was panicking over the state of all the plastic bags we have collected in the house. We don’t have a bag holder and Sweety was just tossing the loose bags under the sink. Not only were the bags taking up a lot of space but I couldn’t justify tossing them because we use them for garbage bags.

Then, as I was going through Pinterest, I found a link to this wonderful blog post.

I brought out all the plastic bags we have and started folding them. I wish I could say that Sweety was surprised at me doing something so strange, but he has grown use to my weird tendencies (such as having twenty plus categories in my recipe book).

I would recommend folding your plastic bags if you want to save space because it works extremely well. Folding the bags also allows you to check for holes and toss the bad bags.


I’m Not A Touchy-Feely Person


Hug (Photo credit: pamhule)

Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t like being touched by people I don’t know or trust. For me a simple handshake can set my tension level high for the rest of the day. I have even been known to have violent reactions when people get too close without warning.

And I am perfectly fine with this.

I have had people complain that I should be more open. I’ve had friends complain that they should be able to give me a simple hug when they greet me or when they leave. I’ve even had strangers tell me that I was weird because of my “no touching” rule.

All of this complaining by other people has made me self-conscious. I have wondered if it really was so weird that I wanted to keep my body for myself. Is is strange that I think hugs should be special and should represent a personal closeness with the other person? Is it weird that I don’t think other people should dictate who can touch my body?

I don’t think so.

In fact, I will even go so far to say that my hugs are extra special because I don’t give them away to just anyone. My hugs mean more because they show that I trust you. My hugs are special because they are rare. My hugs are filled with emotion because I don’t hug just anyone.

If I were to hug everyone then I would feel each hug diminishing in value. I wouldn’t be able to put as much emotion into a hug because if I did, I would soon find myself exhausted from all of the emotion I spend.

For anyone who is wondering “what the big deal is, it’s just a hug” I would like you to know that it is not “just” a hug. When you say that “it’s just a hug” you are devaluing the power of hugs. When it’s “just” a hug, it’s no longer special.

That is why I don’t like hugging people. Because when I hug someone, I want them to know that I mean it.

My Car Is Registered

In order for me to register my car I needed to get the inspection done. Unfortunately my car was not able to pass inspection because it had several parts that needed replacing (one of which was a brake cable and I hear that those are kind of important). To add to this, the parts are rather expensive and needed to be ordered in from Ontario.

All of this combined meant that I needed to save up money to fix my car so that it could pass inspection and finally be registered for use in Alberta.

I moved here in December and, as of today, my car is finally registered. It only took me 7 months to save up enough to fix my car, get it inspected and pay for the registration. Luckily it only cost about $600 dollars. But when you are only getting enough to pay the immediate bills, it can take a long time to save up that kind of money.

That is why I love my parents. They helped by saving up some money so that we didn’t have to scrape up all of the $600 ourselves. My parents are wonderful and when Sweety and I get back to work we are going to save up money to fly my parents out here first class.

Of course, with all my parents have been helping us with since Sweety got sick we need more than a mere flight to pay them back. I’m thinking we should give them the ultimate Alberta trip. What do you think? How would you pay back someone who has helped you through a very trying time in your life?

We Have Furniture!

For those of you who don’t know, Sweety and I moved to our house in Alberta a few days before he got seriously ill. In fact, he was only able to work half a shift before he had to book an appointment with his doctor. This meant that we didn’t have any real furniture in our house except for our computers and some air mattresses.

Anyone who has wondered what it’s like living without furniture for the majority of the year should not try it. Sitting on the floor gets boring after the first few days when you realize that you can’t even afford to go out for a cup of coffee.

To give you an example of what our house looked like, here are pictures of some of the rooms. The haven’t changed much since January except that there are now two desks in the living room.

 As you can see, the house looks empty. And, to be honest, it is a rather empty place. It is also a very lonely place when you are here by yourself which has happened multiple times when Sweety was in the hospital.

Luckily, we no longer have to deal with an incredibly empty space as Sweety bought us some furniture for my birthday. Of course, some of the money came from our parents and the desks were on clearance for just under half-price, but it was still a wonderful birthday present.

As you can see from these pictures (please excuse the mess) the living room no longer feels empty. The desks and chairs also mean that Sweety and I don’t have to worry about our legs cramping up during gaming sessions. It also means that I can sit and write for hours on end without my feet falling asleep. 🙂

We still need a lot of furniture but we will eventually get it either through saving up money or from family and friends giving us used furniture (which I prefer because it has character 😉 ).

I’m thinking we should save up for a kitchen table or a bookshelf next. What do you think? Is there a piece of furniture that you would recommend we save up for?


When I was a child, Mom taught me yoga. I remember that she had this old book from the 70’s that had pictures of different yoga postures. We had a foam mat that Mom would place on the ground for us to use and we would do simple poses.

Then, when I was in elementary school, we stopped. I can’t remember why we stopped. It may have been because yoga was seen in bad light by the church; it could have been lack of time; or it could have been that Mom lost interest in it.

After high school I started doing yoga again. I was surprised by how much I remembered from when I was a child. I wasn’t as flexible but I was still able to do Warrior III and a few other poses that I loved as a child.

Now, I find myself skipping my yoga routine more often than not. When I do yoga, I find that I am more alert and less depressed than if I skip. My anxiety lessens with every yoga flow that I do. But for some reason, when Sweety goes to bed and it is time for yoga, I decide to skip out.

If I could afford it I would sign up for a class because I love yoga classes more than solitary practice. I suppose I just have to get myself back into the routine of yoga. Maybe I should just do Sun Salutations every sunrise rather than my more complicated (and 20 minute longer) flow.

Do you do yoga? What type is your favourite? Do you have any poses or flows that you prefer?

The Wonder Of Scandishakes

I know the title of this post seems weird. For anyone who hasn’t heard of Scandishakes, you are seriously missing out. They are the weight gain wonder drink.

Sweety loves them and it is the only high calorie drink that I can get into him without a fight.

We first heard of Scandishakes through my Dad’s doctor. My dad had cancer in his tonsils two years ago and had intensive radiation and chemo in order to get rid of it. Unfortunately the treatment was horrible for Dad’s taste buds and being able to eat food. Dad ended up losing a lot of weight and it took him a year to get the weight back on. That is where the Scandishakes came in. Mom would mix a spoonful of the Scandishake powder in with an Ensure and it would take Dad all day to drink it. But the Scandishake added extra calories to an already high calorie beverage.

When we were told that Sweety had lost weight last week, I immediately thought of Scandishake. The dietician agreed that the shakes would help but she had some bad news for us. Apparently the hospital was having trouble getting Scandishakes in because they had changed their formula.

Luckily we had been in the pharmacy the other day when they were restocking their Scandishakes so we were able to pick up a few packages. But if I wasn’t already familiar with Scandishakes then I wouldn’t have even noticed that the pharmacy had them.

I suppose that’s all I have to say about Scandishakes for now. Enjoy the picture and if you need to gain weight, ask your doctor or dietician about Scandishakes because they are wonderful.

I Hate Feeling Sick

Yesterday I didn’t post because I felt sick. Normally I feel slightly sick if I haven’t eaten but yesterday was the exception to the rule.

Unfortunately, Sweety also felt sick so we are unsure if it was just that the food we had eaten the day before was not agreeing with us or if we were actually sick. We are both feeling better today though Sweety’s stomach is still tender and not allowing him to eat much. I am still holding out hope that it was the food as it came and went quickly.

Luckily we were both able to keep down food yesterday which means that Sweety was only out for one day of high calories.

It also hit Sweety how much weight he lost yesterday. He saw himself at a strange angle in the mirror. Of course, he lost 25lbs throughout treatment and he wasn’t very big to begin with. To put it another way, Sweety weighs the same as me and is over one foot taller. It’s actually quite scary because you can see his ribs and spine when he takes off his shirt.

Fortunately the dietitian has given us a weight gain plan. Sweety needs to have at least two boost/ensure shakes a day. If he is good, then he can switch one of the boosts for a Scandishake which tastes exactly like a milkshake. Well, I assume it tastes like a milkshake as that’s what Sweety has told me. Maybe I’ll sneak one someday and know for sure.

Anyway, that is all that has happened over the last few days.

Take Care