Chips for Supper

Avoiding the greatest thing on earth — chips for supper

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What’s in a name?

I stumbled across this website recently and decided to check it out.

I always knew that my name was unique. My first name is spelled differently than normal. And my last name is a non-common Dutch name.  A quick search of shows only 3 houses with the same last name — in all of Canada!  They’re my parents, my grandma and my aunt and uncle.

Howmanyofme has shown me exactly how many I am:
There are 1,559 or fewer people in the US with my first name.
There are 116 or fewer people in the US with my last name (long lost relatives? The only family I know are the ones I mentioned).

So if you take that combination, there’s only 1 person (or fewer?) with my full name.  I guess it would have to be or fewer because I don’t live there but they have to count me.

If I go by my legal first name, the number jumps up to 38,969 with the same first name, but still only 1 person with the same full name.

I guess I’m just me. And nobody is copying me!



Grossroommate vol. 1

Sometimes when I look around the place I find a few things that are gross.  Nothing that’s disgusting or intolerable. Just things that make you shake your head and say “Really??”

And it’s all from grossroommate.

A few months ago she bought hamster because she “likes to look at pets.” She doesn’t ever do anything with them. And she’s rarely home so I don’t know when she looks at them.  This one is named Dinner after I jokingly told her niece and nephew that I was going to eat it for dinner.

Then a few weeks ago, she comes home with two more!  And we live in a pet-free building.

She put them all on her dining table until she get fed up with the noise.  Dinner, a male, and the two others (both females. Breakfast and Lunch, natch) were making too much noise at night.  So she put the females in a different cage and stored them in the bathroom closet.  Now, they see me naked when I have a shower. [On a side note, at least someone is. lol]

Then, the other day when I woke up, I saw this:

On the second shelf from the bottom were both hamster cages!


First one came up and visted me.

Then other came out of her hiding place too.

The original hamster Dinner never comes out of hiding so I didn’t get a pic of him.

In the beginning of the hamster-closet fiasco, she always kept the door closed. So not only did the hamsters never get any light, but any stench was then amplified.

On a side note, the only shelf I have in there is the one with the green box. The rest are all hers. And some of the things on the shelf above the hamsters were crusty and way expired before I even moved in two years ago.  And yes, those jeans are still hanging on the closet doorknob after a few days.


What I do every day!

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¡¡ʇuǝlɐʇ ǝɯosǝʍɐ sıɥʇ pǝdolǝʌǝp ǝʌɐɥ I ‘(¿ʎpɐǝɹlɐ ƃuol ʇɐɥʇ) sɹɐǝʎ ƐƖ ʇsɐl ǝɥʇ ɹǝʌo oS ˙uo ƃuıʞɹoʍ ǝɹɐ ʎǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʇ suoıʇsǝnb ǝɥʇ pɐǝɹ oʇ ǝlqɐ ǝq oʇ ǝʌɐɥ I ‘ɯǝɥʇ ɥɔɐǝʇ ɹo ɯǝɥʇ dlǝɥ oʇ ǝʌɐɥ I ɟI ˙ǝuoǝɯos ɯoɹɟ ǝlqɐʇ ǝɥʇ ssoɹɔɐ ʇıs I ʇɐɥʇ suɐǝɯ ʇɐɥʇ ‘(ǝuo-uo-ǝǝɹɥʇ ‘ʎllɐɔıuɥɔǝʇ ǝɹoɯ ɹo) ǝuo-uo-ǝuo ɥɔɐǝʇ I ǝɔuıS ˙ʎɐp ǝlƃuıs ʎɹǝʌǝ pɐǝɹ I ʍoɥ sı sıɥ┴  ˙noʎ ɹoɟ ʞsɐʇ ǝlʇʇıl ɐ sı ǝɹǝH    <— (Hint… start here)

Now… this looks normal text funny to me and I sometimes can’t read it.


Random Ramblings While…

…driving home from work: Really? What’s wrong with you? It’s almost 10pm and you haven’t turned your headlights on! *shake my head*  Oh no! There’s another one!

…parking at Tim Horton’s: Dudes, that stinks. I just drove by and I could smell your cigarette smoke. How did it get in the car? And why on earth are the two of you standing and blocking 2 parking spaces? You’re not special because you’re smoking. You’re just jerks.

…leaving Tim Horton’s: Oh hey girls! I see you coming in. Do you see me going out? I know glass is hard to see through and all that, especially when there are 2 doors to walk through. But did you really have to get in the way when I was opening the door outwards? Sure hope it didn’t hurt your foot. It shouldn’t have. You were wearing giant, ugly pillows called Uggs.

…talking about height at work: I’m 5’7. But considering that 99% of my students are Korean (most actually born there) I have learned that my height is 170cm. It’s so weird saying “I’m 170.” I just wish it was my weight and not my height.

…teaching one student at work: Glad you said that your phone was in your pocket.  After last week with me confiscating it, and last block of me yelling at you while with the other teacher to not use your phone, you’ve finally learned. *I get distracted with a different student* WHAT!!!??? Why are you watching youtube on your phone? Do you not learn!? Seriously!!

…dishing out pie: I really like lemon meringue pie. That’s why I bought it! Please don’t choose that one! Choose one of the other three flavours I brought. Oh yeah. Happy Pi Day!!!


I have no friends

Now let me clarify before some of you come over here and hurt me.

I have some friends that I’ve known for years. There are some online peeps as well.

But I’m talking about the kind of friend that you can call up to meet for coffee at random times. That you can do stupid things with. You know, the kind they show you in movies. All my IRL friends live too far away.

Funny thing: I used to live in C-town. And one of my friends lived in B-town. And then just before I moved to B-town, she moved back to A-town. So it’s like she’s running away from me lol.  Also, another one of my friends moved to C-town just after I moved away from C-town.  So for my whole life, I have never lived in the same city as any of my friends.

The only people that I talk to regularly are teenagers.  A lot of my students I would consider “friends” but I can’t talk to them the same way that I would talk to adults.  They don’t need to know my business.

The other weekend I went over to Mama Bear‘s house for poker night. It was a fun time. But it really made me realize (again) that I have no adult friends.

I’ve lived in this area for almost 3 years now and I have yet to make any friends.  During the week I work from 3 to 10pm, Monday to Thursday. And I also work until 6pm on Saturdays. So I have no time at night to go to places that other, normal people would go to at night.

Ginger suggested that I try the website  I’ve looked at it and haven’t found anything.  With my work hours, I can only do mornings.  The only groups that meet in the mornings are moms and I am nowhere near being a mom.

So now I just sit at home on the computer and in front of the tv until I have to go to work. And then I come home from work eat dinner and go to bed. My life is awesome. (insert sarcasm here)

I know I’m all “woe is me” but I don’t care. My birthday is coming up at the end of the month and I’m probably going to do nothing like I do most years. It’s my golden birthday (finally!). Turning 31 on the 31st.  Some of you may be shocked to read all this because you know me. But my self-confidence is (mostly) faked.

But now that I have a blog, I have someone to vent to. Even if it’s not a friend.  But it’s not the same.





Or maybe it’s just me…