The pool house has a new resident

Meet Ralphie the raccoon. our resident poolhouse critter. last week i was doing my poolside duties and getting a tube to float in and when i walked in the door i saw a ball of fur and it turned out to be ralphie. after much debate and "omg dont bring out your effing 22" screaming at the lawn/pool guy i decided to call in reinforcements. we'll call him C and he is the source of all heartache in my life and yes is still around....even though the other woman is still around. hey i never said it wasn't complicated. so i call C and say, well scream:

ohemgeeitsunnyoutsideimtryingtotaniopenthedoorjustgettingmytubeandholyefftheresafreakinraccooninthere!

and then silence and then eruption of laughter. i tell the man he is no funny and he needs to come get the raccoon out because other wise paul (pool and lawn guy) will bring out his 22 and then i`ll cry and no one is going to win. so C comes over, puts on the thickest gloves i have ever seen, the man farms and has weird shit k, anywho he goes in reaches down to the raccoon and the poor thing starts crying. so of course i yell: STOPYOUAREGOINGTOSCARETHESHITRIGHTOUTOFHIM!, i mean honestly raccoon shit is the last thing i needed on a sunny monday morning. sooo then we stood there, me frantic, C annoyed and ralphie almost shitting himself. clearly a big burly man going in to get him wasnt going to work. and then i started contemplating if we could even just pick him up and once we did wtf were we going to do with him. so i sent C on a wild goose chase, or rather raccoon chase. i made him check the trees on the side of the property for a mama raccoon because in previous years there have been babies in certain trees and where there are babies there is a mama. and low and behold C found a raccoon family. now we just had to figure out how to get ralphie from point A to point B. C pointed out that ralphie was calm when i was near him and by near i mean 2 feet away and that maybe i should try picking him up. to which i yelled: ARYOUEFFINGCRAZYNOWIWILLSHITMYSELF! to which C responded no you wont babe and then put the thickest gloves of life on my hands. and so in i went with C close behind with the pool skimmer as a weapon just in case. to my shock and surprise ralphie let me pick him up and we walked all the way to the property sideline and i placed him at the bottom of the tree where he shit himself of course and then just sat there. C and i stood back and 20 minutes later the mama raccoon came out of the tree and got ralphie. it was cute.

i survived, ralphie survived and for those wondering C`s eardrums are intact. and might i add that ralphie was damn cute. all i have are the above pics taken with my BB. he`s adorable!

xo Laura

knee deep in the water somewhere

Neighbours...eff

welcome to the view outside my apartment door. please try not to pay attention to the nasty ugly rugs or the colourful "art" on the left hand side of the picture. people, let's focus on the exposed brick wall, potential to be amazing floors, school pendent lighting and although you can't see it the 24 foot cream tin ceilings :)
i kind of want to take the brick wall and move it inside my apartment. im an inner unit therefore no exposed brick wall for me....but im kind of wondering what might be behind the sheetrock of my window wall...hmmmm

right, so now the ugly. wtf is this poeple? wtf!!!!!!!! my new neighbours have decided this piece of "art" works best right outside their apartment door, which if you didnt notice is marked with painter's tape for the number...TACKY. oh and those nasty floral green rugs TACKY!!!!

as you can see from the picture below this piece of "art" is higher than the door. i actually measured it after a series of rude emails from my superintendents, i used the measurement when i spoke to my joke of a landlord. it's 10 effing feet tall!!!!!! again, WTF. WTF and wait for it WTF.

if someone could explain to me why they need to keep this peice of shit, sorry art, right outside my front door with their 16731357654 nasty rugs then i will stop complaining.

i am forcing the landlord to come take a look. i told him i didnt move here so i could live beside a storage unit. and then i must have asked him 15 times who was going to vacuum those rugs that are literally 4 feet away from my door. im pretty sure he's had it with me as i bitched at him last month when my fridge broke. twice. in one week. and i had to throw out $250 worth of groceries. i basically want to light a small fire under this man's ass. and if you recall my fridge broke last july and i had to throw out groceries then too.

off i go to the library, to look at pretty rows of books instead of creepy, oversized "art". seriously people, seriously?!

effing neighbours.

xo,

Laura

What? The pool deserves some TLC too

honestly i dont disappear on purpose. and whoever keeps anonymously msging me as to why im not posting you need to make yourself known, become a follower at least! otherwise im just going to think you're some crazy stalker, kthxbai.


soooooo really all ive been up to is this:

well that's a lie, ive also been busy doing this:

(not bad for pics taken w my BB camera)

no for cereal ive been up to my eyeballs in course work. the life of a teacher: taking courses over summer break. i also, like a crazy lady, decided to take on a part time nanny and im pretty sure the little girl needs therapy. im dead serious. that's a whole other post though.
for now i will continue to do my course work pool side, my tan is ridiculous and im loving it. tomorrow im hanging with my sammy bam and im sure we'll be in the pool, it's supposed to be sunny AND hot AGAIN!!!!
congratulations ontario, you finally got summer right for once :)

TTFN

xo,
Laura

grade 7

i recently had the opportunity to take a break from teaching energetic grade 10-12's to teaching energetic grade 7's. it was a riot. i dont think ive laughed that hard. ever. i felt like there should have been a camera in the classroom so i could broadcast the daily happenings on tv. at the age of twelve they were so innocent, in their thoughts and in their words....either making way for a good giggle or a trip to the principal's office.

despite their offside comments or questions, those twelve year olds learned a very valuable life lesson. they had the opportunity to take part in a gender identity and equality workshop. at first i thought the topic may be a bit too deep for them or difficult for them to understand and more importantly appreciate. but they got it, they sooooooo got it. we did a reflection after the workshop and i asked the students to sum up their learning in one phrase, they collectively decided that "hate is easy, love takes courage" was the best phrase to describe their learning and i couldnt agree more.

xo laura

watch the wind blow by

i love me some timmy. tim mcgraw that is.

creek goes ripplin' by

i've been barefoot and all day with my baby

brown leaves have started falling

leading the way

i like it best just like this

doing nothin' all the way

so let's lay down in the tall grass

dreamin' away

all i wanna do is let it be and be with you

and watch the wind blow by

i think you get the idea....seriously go listen to it on youtube, if i knew how to attach a link i would

a few weekends ago sammy and i were at the farm messing around with my camera and we ended up with this shot:

it pretty captured the essence of my daily happiness, rolling grass at the farm, sammy is sitting on my lap, you can see both mine and sammy's feet, nelly right at foot enjoying the sunshine, otis keeping watch in the distance and a little john deere action bc it wouldn't be a country shot without it right?

makes me smile.

xo laura

The opposite of love

I havent posted in well over a month. honestly i just havent had anything of worth to share. i have been battling with teaching issues and battling with stupid men. or rather a stupid man. ive spent a lot of time in bed, on the couch, or driving around, not entirely sure what i was trying to accomplish.

I learned a valuable lesson from a good friend yesterday, "The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. It's when you stop giving a shit".

Clearly my problem is i still give a shit. so while i continue to give a shit, even though ive been told i really shouldnt, i have been wasting hours of life on PINTEREST. so many pretty things....like this shoe:

so while i sit here trying not to give a shit ima stare at the gorgeous peacock blue shoe and breathe deeply out and then in because in and then out is far too complicated.

xo laura