WE GOT EVICTED! It IS the end of the World!

So I officially got my eviction letter for our apartment. I was walking through the stairwell, coming home from work and my site supervisor was in the hallway, going door to door. He sees me and says “I come bearing bad news.” If that isn’t the understatement of the century! So he hands me my big brown envelope of death and I know immediately that my pipe dream of renting my quaint little apartment for a few more years has been abolished. I say “you’re kicking us out, aren’t you?” and all he says is “yup!” like that should answer all my questions.

We have 6 months to find a new place. We can’t even become squatters because the whole building is scheduled for demolition. Where my building stands now is going to be a parking lot or tennis court, or some other useless use of valuable living space. I knew something bad was on the way when I saw one of those brightly spray painted stakes sticking out of our front lawn saying ‘New Bell Line’. We aren’t even getting the worst of it. The couple beside us just moved in about 3 months ago. They have JUST started hanging pictures (I can hear them hammering through the walls). Stuart and I had hoped to make friends with our new neighbours, but we just ended up humiliating ourselves when we knocked on their door to tell them they had left their keys in the lock. The ‘boyfriend’ answered the door in a very small robe (obviously hers) and all the lights were off and he was NOT happy at our interruption. I guess we had wrecked the mood, so we sheepishly wandered off and are only just now starting to make eye contact again. Oh well, no harm no fowl.

On another note, the world didn’t end. However, in light of the information from above, I have no doubt MY WORLD is in an apocalyptic state. The May 2-4 weekend, may have been predicted as the ‘end of days’ but Saturday afternoon was beautiful. There was an unreal thunder and lightning storm in the middle of the night over the long weekend, and I can’t deny that I woke up thinking that maybe our log cabin might end up in a tornado like Dorothy.

Tomorrow (with humidity) it is going to be 40 degrees. I am not really a hot weather type of person. I don’t like to show my shoulders or have bare arms. I don’t really like skirts or wearing sandals. Maybe I am a prude, or am too conservative. I like layers and cardigans and jackets. In fact, I just looked down at what I am wearing- a collared shirt with a frilly collar, a pink cardigan buttoned up with a belt and a grey jacket with brown work pants. I am lame and I want to live in Autumn forever.

I always like to include ‘visual aids’ in my blogs, but I recently stumbled upon a blog called Hyperbole and a Half and she does all original artwork to accompany her blog posts and I find it hilarious. So I might try it out a little more consistently than I have in the past. Lemme know what you guys think. I am also considering making short cartoons about Hanna’s adventures as a puppy. Here is a sample image. Feedback is always appreciated!

Until next time, loyal blog readers…

JUDGEMENT DAY OR LONG WEEKEND?

Tomorrow is the Zombie Apocalypse and no one told me. I heard snippets on the radio this morning while I was getting ready for work. Those of you who know me well, know that I am a heavy survivalist advocate in the event of a viral outbreak or natural disaster (ultimately the end of the world). I have a survival plan, access to firearms and an isolated place to get me through the worst of it. But it would help if I had more than a day to prepare! I am obviously being a little quip about it because this specific apocalypse is a religious one. Some guy found a secret code in the bible or something and he has facilitated it so that the numbers say the end of the world is May 21st 2011 at 6pm. It just so happens since that is the May 2-4 weekend; I will already be in my isolated safe haven, so I really didn’t need to plan too hard.

It is supposed to start with an earth quake in New Zealand and move along our land masses, blasting our rector scales out of the water. And then it will be sort of like Noah’s Ark. So I hope everyone can swim. Ever since my obsession with Zombie outbreaks started, my biggest concern has been everybody’s pets. That would be one of my first orders of business….going door to door, letting out cats, dogs and birds (the snakes can fend for themselves). Poor pets, trapped inside cages and basements without food or water. It would be terrifying. Someone has to be their savior. In the movies, man’s best friend always comes to the rescue. Remember ‘I AM Legend’? So I will rescue them first. Getting past the living dead would be the greatest obstacle.

I am not putting much weight in the actual date, (but I am counting on something weird happening in my lifetime) but I am not going to lie, tomorrow I am wearing clothes that are layered, movable, breathable, with running capabilities and that are NOT dry-clean only!

Stuart’s cottage fell through for the weekend, so it looks like it is mine or nothing! Bunkie-Building-Bliss I guess. Our family is expanding too quickly for our one-bedroom cabin. Now that my sister is married and that I am fairly bound as well, that is six of us…with four bunk beds. So last summer we theorized that we would build a Bunkie for our family. Just a 12 by 14 little house, with windows and a door and 2 sets of bunk beds (doubles on the bottom) and a little desk vanity. Looking forward to a new structure with no mice, snakes or bugs! However the building of the bunkie will probably be laden with all those things.

Anyway, that's all for now loyal Blog Readers. Have a safe and happy Long Weekend....and bring a little extra bottled water- just in case.