It’s February 13th. This marks a few different things.
First, it’s GALENTINE’S DAY! The day before Valentine’s Day that celebrate the gals in your life. It comes from the brilliant mind of Amy Poehler (aka Leslie Knope). It’s just nice.
And tomorrow is the real thing: Valentine’s Day. Contrary to popular belief- I don’t hate the holiday. Having a day to tell people that you love them is nice. However I will say that you shouldn’t need a day to do that.
Also, while we’re on the topic: CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT IT’S KINDNESS WEEK? What the hell kind of week is that? A week about kindness kills my sense of right and wrong. Also, I hate how awesome we all feel about having a “Kindness Week”. If I see one more post of FB about it I may scream. And if one more person asks for a congratulations about their “good deed” I may weep for humanity.
This month marks about two and a half years of me working Saturdays (except for that brief, wonderful six weeks in the summer). I hate working Saturdays. It makes me all kinds of sad that I can’t make weekend plans, visit St. Jacob’s Market now that I have a friend in the Kdubs area, drink excessively at Friday night book club (ok, I might still do this sometimes but this makes Saturdays sometimes hard for me), and sleep (which I think is important and sleeping in on Sundays is just not the same).
Did we watch Beyonce cause the Superbowl to blow out the lights? Yeah. It was pretty awesome. And then I went online and saw a really disturbing conversation about “modesty”. Apparently despite the killer dance moves and all female band and dancers, folks like to point out that she was wearing short shorts and acting like a tramp. Let’s get it straight. Your body is your own. It can’t turn other people into walking, talking hormones. Get it under control and stop blaming women for being objectified.
I’m taking a class in the Indigenous Studies stream at school. I like it. Except that every class starts with a smudge with sage (all the way from Fort Frances). It’s not a bad way to start a class, except that the smoke inevitable ends with me having a coughing fit about 90 minutes into class. Obviously this happens at the moment someone is having a profound moment. And I sit there trying not to explode. Awesome.
Speaking of class…six weeks to go until I’M DONE MY MASTERS OF SOCIAL WORK.
I can’t even deal with this. Mostly because I have a crap load of work to do before getting to the end. But that has not stopped me from starting my job searching. OMG.
The work is piling up. And piling out. It’s a wide, tall pile of work. Did I mention it’s all group work?
Time to get down to business.