midmonth roundup

Holy crap, I'm behind. Life got away from me a bit and *poof!* it's the middle of September. Well, I suppose not that much has been going on. As far as I can remember at least, but I can't remember what I did last week.

I went to Regina to visit my auntie over Labour Day Weekend and that was pretty fun. We hit flea markets and garage sales and the Sears Bargain Centre for Canada, and my suitcase came back significantly fuller than it was when I got there. Five skirts, a bathing suit, two squared coloured Pyrex (though one isn't technically Pyrex; it's Maid of Honor, which is, as far as I can figure out, a rip-off brand put out by Sears), and maybe something else that I can't recall. Oh, my auntie gave me two needlepoint pictures and one paper toile picture. I got to hang out with my cousin and we drank raspberry liqueur and ate vodka raspberries and assorted booze (even wine!), and just had a really nice visit. It's a pretty easy trip, so I'm going to try to visit again.

Last weekend I tried to go to Point Roberts with Jill, but I totally forgot to bring my passport because, duh, you need a passport even though you can only get there from the Canadian side. We went to White Rock instead, which turned out to be a great idea because the weather was quite lovely that day. We walked the path by the water and watched fish from the pier. Most fascinating were varying sizes of flounder camouflaging themselves and sucking up crap (literally) from the shallow water. We stopped off at thrift stores in New West and I picked up two glass reamers (a small and a large) and one large coloured Pyrex casserole without a lid, though I'm confident I can find a lid to fit it.

Last weekend was a movie weekend, of sorts. I met up with Rachel and Laura for drinks and a lady movie, and it was a lot of fun to catch up. Fun girlfriends. Sunday, after a rough night before (I got out of bed at 1pm and that was only because I forced myself out), I decided to see 500 Days of Summer because it's cheaper before 6pm. It made me kind of sad, though I have developed a crush on that boy from 3rd Rock from the Sun. And I loved her dresses, which might have made me partially sad because I can't really wear those dresses without looking really fat. Or maybe all the blue made me sad. Whatever.

This week I had a job interview and am awaiting the callback. I actually giggled when I walked into the building for the interview because it's a male-dominated institution and I passed by hoards of attractive, well-dressed/uniformed men. HOARDS. I immediately thought back to the Japanese fortune tellers I went to who said I'd meet my soulmate around this year's birthday through work. If I get this job then my odds may go up drastically. Assuming any of the male hoards go to the library. It's kind of a tough spot to be in, though, because either way there are tinges of disappointment: if I get the job I'll have to quit at least one, possibly two other jobs, and I really like one of my workplaces a lot; if I don't get it I'll feel bad that I wasn't chosen. I got a call today while I was at work, so will call tomorrow morning to find out the last word on it.

Tonight I made some butterscotch marshmallow squares. I'd seen them at all the flea markets and farmers markets I went to in Saskatchewan and I remembered how much I loved them when I was a kid. My mom never made them (she was more of a chocolate puffed wheat square lady), but the neighbour next door in the tiny white house made them sometimes and would slip me a square when we stopped by to drop stuff off. I loved the colourful marshmallows sneaking out from the creepy brown glue. These are so ridiculously easy to make that I have to ban myself from keeping either peanut butter or butterscotch chips or coloured marshmallows in my house at the same time (or ever, probably). So good.