So far 2009 is off to a great start. After our meeting with immigration yesterday my husband is officially a Canadian Permanent resident! We are so happy we don't have to deal with work visas or red tape anymore, not to mention all the $ that the application ended up costing us. Pleased as punch dear internet, that's me.
I also got a call from a principal from a reserve school about an hour away from my rez. She asked if I could begin providing Speech and Language services there and I happily accepted. I'm glad, because its money...who doesn't need more of that.
I'm wearing some new boots from American Eagle. I'm a little surprised I'm wearing them because they are a little like Uggs...they aren't but they are similar enough that I'm surprised. (I don't like Uggs as you may have surmised.) Anyway, they are making my feet hot. Here. In Canada. (Where the temperature has risen to -31, and yes i said it ROSE to -31. Trust me, you don't want to know how cold it is here.)
Friday, January 9, 2009
Thursday, November 20, 2008
I am in desperate need of a house. Why don't I have a home of my own? I am 31, gainfully employed, as is my husband...and yet we live in my parents house. With our two children, oh yes and the rest of my family.
Admitedly when we first moved in it was out of neccessity. I graduated from university in May 2006 ( a week and a half before our daughter was born) and my (then) boyfriend moved with me home to Canada from North Carolina. Since he came on a visitor's visa he was not allowed to work. We had savings, but really only enough to last 5 months...which is when I began working as a Speech Pathologist. (I love my job, but it was hard to leave my little girl at home, even though she was with her daddy.)
At the time my parents were enjoying a comfortable financial lifestyle. Fast forward to my parents current uncomfortable financial lifestyle. (No details cuz thats their life, not mine.)
Ok, now I have 2 babies and I am still working (and I love my job but I admit I wouldn't mind staying home if we could afford it) and now my husband is working too. He actually is doing quite well and is happy with his job and his salary.
We want our own home, but I feel somewhat obligated to my family to stay and help them while they are having problems. I know I'm whining and acting like a bit of a martyr, but thats really only my feelings right now, this second. There are days when I'd pack up and be out of there in 15 minutes if I had somewhere to go.
I grew up in a large extended family and I honestly like having more than 1 generation in the home. Culturally its expected. I think I just want my own space I can decorate and set up the way I want, with my rules. It seems like everything gets done by the same people. Its almost more work sometimes to get help, I feel like I would expend less energy if I was just to do it myself. I don't want to start resenting my family so maybe thats why I am thinking about moving so much lately.
Admitedly when we first moved in it was out of neccessity. I graduated from university in May 2006 ( a week and a half before our daughter was born) and my (then) boyfriend moved with me home to Canada from North Carolina. Since he came on a visitor's visa he was not allowed to work. We had savings, but really only enough to last 5 months...which is when I began working as a Speech Pathologist. (I love my job, but it was hard to leave my little girl at home, even though she was with her daddy.)
At the time my parents were enjoying a comfortable financial lifestyle. Fast forward to my parents current uncomfortable financial lifestyle. (No details cuz thats their life, not mine.)
Ok, now I have 2 babies and I am still working (and I love my job but I admit I wouldn't mind staying home if we could afford it) and now my husband is working too. He actually is doing quite well and is happy with his job and his salary.
We want our own home, but I feel somewhat obligated to my family to stay and help them while they are having problems. I know I'm whining and acting like a bit of a martyr, but thats really only my feelings right now, this second. There are days when I'd pack up and be out of there in 15 minutes if I had somewhere to go.
I grew up in a large extended family and I honestly like having more than 1 generation in the home. Culturally its expected. I think I just want my own space I can decorate and set up the way I want, with my rules. It seems like everything gets done by the same people. Its almost more work sometimes to get help, I feel like I would expend less energy if I was just to do it myself. I don't want to start resenting my family so maybe thats why I am thinking about moving so much lately.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
a late introduction
I don't think I have introduced myself. Heh, I'm introducing myself to a blog that nobody reads. I am a 31 year old woman, born and raised on the reservation, educated in the southern united states and married to a mexican man. To say we have culture is understating just a smidge. I have two beautiful children and live smack dab under the land of the living skies (Saskatchewan).
Geez I'm a terrible typist. If I told you how many things I just went back and fixed I would be SO embarrassed. It's weird how in real life I'm a bit of a grammar nazi but when i write online I get all sloppy, thats kind of weird.
I went to a dinner party last weekend. My husband had auctioned off an authentic Mexican meal and we had to go deliver it. We were invited to stay and the people were so friendly (and their house was so beautiful...I admit it, I poked around) that we agreed. To say the experience was surreal is an understatement. Out of three other 3 couples 4 were former teachers of mine. (Well, 3 taught me specifically and 1 was a teacher in a school I attended.) They offered us wine...lol now back in the day I probably would have partaken but I don't drink anymore so my husband and I politely declined. They were surprised, but tried to cover it well. Then we had to listen to stories about when I was a child....good grief. I think I would have kicked my own ass.
It was odd, this one guy kept laughing hysterically at everything I said and then he told me that I should be a stand up comedian. My answer was to move the wine bottle. He laughed harder. *shakes head* poor man.
Geez I'm a terrible typist. If I told you how many things I just went back and fixed I would be SO embarrassed. It's weird how in real life I'm a bit of a grammar nazi but when i write online I get all sloppy, thats kind of weird.
I went to a dinner party last weekend. My husband had auctioned off an authentic Mexican meal and we had to go deliver it. We were invited to stay and the people were so friendly (and their house was so beautiful...I admit it, I poked around) that we agreed. To say the experience was surreal is an understatement. Out of three other 3 couples 4 were former teachers of mine. (Well, 3 taught me specifically and 1 was a teacher in a school I attended.) They offered us wine...lol now back in the day I probably would have partaken but I don't drink anymore so my husband and I politely declined. They were surprised, but tried to cover it well. Then we had to listen to stories about when I was a child....good grief. I think I would have kicked my own ass.
It was odd, this one guy kept laughing hysterically at everything I said and then he told me that I should be a stand up comedian. My answer was to move the wine bottle. He laughed harder. *shakes head* poor man.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
second post
Well, this is a little embarrassing. I thought that I would have posted more here by now. I'm unfamiliar with blogger since I mainly post in my livejournal. Guess I will just have to make a more concentrated effort to learn how this one works. What I need to do is figure out how to post from my blackberry, then I'll be cooking with gas.
Sadly, not much is happening right now. How strange that I say that when I'm a Speech Pathologist/mom/ninja. Every day is an adventure. I'm lying about the ninja part, but if it was true wouldn't it be awesome. I'd be a terrible ninja though, I'm too clumsy and I talk too much.
I'm really starting to get into bento. They are not "traditional" bento lunches by any means but they are cute, tasty and have been saving me money. I bet I have saved at least $40 so far this week by not buying my lunch so go me. Heh, my husband thinks I'm kind of nuts for making octopi (octopuses?) out of sausages. I wonder if I make bentos for my children if they would get beaten up alot...although maybe I'm rushing that worry sinc emy girl is 23 months and my son is 6 months.
Sadly, not much is happening right now. How strange that I say that when I'm a Speech Pathologist/mom/ninja. Every day is an adventure. I'm lying about the ninja part, but if it was true wouldn't it be awesome. I'd be a terrible ninja though, I'm too clumsy and I talk too much.
I'm really starting to get into bento. They are not "traditional" bento lunches by any means but they are cute, tasty and have been saving me money. I bet I have saved at least $40 so far this week by not buying my lunch so go me. Heh, my husband thinks I'm kind of nuts for making octopi (octopuses?) out of sausages. I wonder if I make bentos for my children if they would get beaten up alot...although maybe I'm rushing that worry sinc emy girl is 23 months and my son is 6 months.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
first post
I'm surprised that I have started a new blog. For quite some time now I have been posting random ramblings about my life in livejournal. Sometimes trying something new is the way to go.
Haven't decided how much "personal" details I'm comfortable sharing here. It's weird but sometimes I worry about who will read my blog, and yet i keep writing. My husband and I have been together for 4 years, so don't let anyone tell you that you can't meet the love of your life in a nightclub. I did.
There is not much "exciting" happening in my life, I'm a busy working mom living on a reservation. I was born and raised here and have gotten used to its pace of life. Life on the reserve is different, and not for everybody...but more on that at a later time.
I'm not sure how it works here, I'm so used to writing and awaiting comments from my friend list so its a little liberating to write only for myself. It will be awhile before I get used to it.
More later
Haven't decided how much "personal" details I'm comfortable sharing here. It's weird but sometimes I worry about who will read my blog, and yet i keep writing. My husband and I have been together for 4 years, so don't let anyone tell you that you can't meet the love of your life in a nightclub. I did.
There is not much "exciting" happening in my life, I'm a busy working mom living on a reservation. I was born and raised here and have gotten used to its pace of life. Life on the reserve is different, and not for everybody...but more on that at a later time.
I'm not sure how it works here, I'm so used to writing and awaiting comments from my friend list so its a little liberating to write only for myself. It will be awhile before I get used to it.
More later
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