September 29, 2010

The Wasteland

Filed under: Schoolwork — Chantelle @ 3:28 pm

We started studying a new poem in English last night called The Wasteland, by T.S. Eliot.

I’ll admit it. At first, I absolutely hated this poem. It made no sense, had no progression, and had no true definitive start and end points. It is impossible to read.

However, in class our prof was talking about some of the history behind the poem. This is an approach that very few of my professors have taken in the class before. It is common to learn about the authors themselves, but usually there is no story about how the work came to be.

In this particular case, she divulged that the original poem had actually been ~ 200 lines longer, and Eliot’s friend, Pound edited the poem for him and cut all of this out. This took away many of the connections between the different segments of the poem, and took away much of the poems flow. However, it gave the poem more of a dream-like feel. In essence, the poem was originally connected by being the thoughts of an older gentleman’s mind, disconnected by connected through him. In Pound’s edits, the introductionof the gentleman was removed, and hence this connection.

It truly is a fascinating poem… I’m glad that we are studying it.

You can read the poem here.

Studying this poem has really made me think about the thought progressions of my day-to-day life. How what goes on inside (thoughts) is completely different than your surroundings, and the randomness of it all.

My point? Lists and agendas can only do so much. Life is random. Embrace it.


September 19, 2010


Filed under: Thank-You — Chantelle @ 12:13 am

To some of the greatest friends in the world, Elsie and Nolan.

This post is long-overdue, but I don’t think it is too late to thank-you via photo-montage still…

We ended up with six pies in the end… one of which went to Elsie and Nolan, one went to my neighbours, one went to work, and the rest went in the freezer. We also blanched and froze about 10 bags of beans.


September 18, 2010

As promised, pictures.

Filed under: Just 4 Fun — Chantelle @ 11:45 pm

September 15, 2010

Born To Knit

Filed under: Just 4 Fun — Chantelle @ 9:51 am

Dude Craft posted this tattoo to his blog on September 8th.

LOVE it.

September 14, 2010

How busy is too busy?

Filed under: Life's Like That — Chantelle @ 8:33 am

I started my second night class last night… it will be another heavy one.

This caused me to start wondering, how busy is too busy?

Are you okay as long as you get some semblance of sleep and maintain your sanity? Or are you too busy the second you start to lose sleep for the sake of ‘getting things done’?

Is too busy the point at which you give up your social life in order to get “the more important things” done?

I’m working full time, plus. That’s a minimum of 40 hours in the office a week; realistically I spend 45 hours/week (including unpaid lunch breaks), plus an hour each day of commute time. So that brings me to 50 hours taken up.

They say that a minimum of five hours must be spent for each hour of university class outside of class; so based on six hours of class per week, I am looking at 30 hours of homework/study time. (plus the six hours of class brings me to 36 hours at school).

At some point during the week, I must sleep. I know, it’s painful, but I must. So if I’m generous to myself and actually allow eight hours of sleep / night, that means… 56 hours/week used up sleeping.

Okay. 7 days x 24 hours = 168 hours / week.

168 hours – 56 hours sleeping = 112 hours.

112 hours – 50 hours for work = 62 hours.

62 hours – 36 hours for school = 26 hours remaining.

So that means if I am perfectly efficient, I have a total of 26 hours per week free. That doesn’t sound so bad. Thats an entire day. That means that maybe, even if I am un-efficient, I might be able to spend a weekend with friends. Have a social life. Retain my sanity.

… OH. I have a 3 1/2 hour/way drive on Friday, and a 8.5 hour first aid recert with my sister on Saturday, and a 3 1/2 hour return drive Sunday…

(off to crunch some more numbers…)

Well, I think I will keep track of my time… like a time journal. Do you think this is a good idea? Then I can streamline my life for the next few months, determine where I am inefficient, and fix it so that I may maintain some sanity.


Total Time spent per class so far:

English: 10h20

Comm: 3h30

This will be my base, and I will measure time spent on other things from today forward.

… Do you think it will work?

September 13, 2010


Filed under: Life's Like That — Chantelle @ 8:04 am

Maybe it would have been safer to go camping. I don’t know.

It probably would have had a similar effect on my wallet. (Ouch.)

It was quite the weekend though.


Swimming… Hamburgers… Board and card games… Mini-golf… almost like real camping.

That is, almost except for the fact that we were in the middle of the city, sleeping under a roof (we haven’t turned the furnace on yet, so that made things a little more realistic), and the fact that we ordered pizza and chinese for supper…

Eh… what can I say.

I like camping. 🙂

(And I need to charge my camera still… sorry!)

September 10, 2010

A baby, a wedding, and homesickness.

Filed under: Day-to-Day — Chantelle @ 12:02 pm

Last weekend was quite the weekend. Oh yes.

But for those of you who are jumping the gun and assuming that the reference is to myself in the title… it’s not. (Thank God!) I am not pregnant, Gilles and I did not elope, and I have not suddenly become homesick upon moving into a new place. Although – thinking about it, each of these things are just barely beyond the realm of possibility. Eek!

Okay, focus.

First the baby. Ah, yes. Do you remember the baby that I showed you back at the end of May? That baby has grown a lot, and really filled out. He is so cute. I’ll post a picture as soon as I can – my camera is dead right now – but for now you’ll just have to imagine it.  

Anyway, the boys were gone on their “guy weekend” (5 days hiking, biking, roller blading, canoeing and camping, all without a single woman present) so Gilles’ sister came up with baby Matthew. They got to the house Friday night, and stayed until Sunday noon. Of course, “auntie” hardly let his mommy touch him the entire time.

Spending this much time around a baby, I realized something. I realized that a) I am starting to hear my “clock tick”, wanting a child, and b) I am nowhere near ready to commit that kind of time and give up that much of my life for a child.

Basically, my body is at war with my mind. (Again?!) I think we’ve been through this before. First my body warred with my mind over puberty.

Mind: Okay. Now we’ll just walk between these two posts…

Body: Thud. What’s this? Not fitting.

Mind: Not computing.

Body: Oh… my hips are in the way.

Then, into my late teens my body competed with my mind in an entirely other way.

Mind: Okay. We’ll find ourself a nice guy, date, get married…

Body: Can I have sex with him?

Mind: It’ll be a lovely ceremony. Lots of flowers and gauzy ribbon…

Body: I want to have sex with him.

(and so on)

Now, my we have the baby thing going on.

Mind: My job isn’t permanent, and I have no maternity leave.

Body: Wouldn’t it feel good to have something growing inside you?

Mind: And babies are expensive. We’re barely making ends meet as it is.

Body: Those little feet kicking the inside of your belly…

Mind: Plus Gilles and I aren’t even married yet…

Body: And the comfort of putting your hand protectively on a lump that has nothing to do with your eating habits…

… you get the point.

Maybe it is just the exposure to Matthew that has my clock starting to tick. Maybe it will start to slow down again, as reality kicks in even more.

But… we get to see him again in two weeks. For his baptism. And we’re the godparents. !!!! Life is good…

Next, the wedding.

On the Saturday in the middle of the guys weekend and Lise’s visit, Gilles’ cousin Michelle got married. (And looked beautiful. But unfortunately my camera was already dead by then so I didn’t get any pictures at all. I’ll have to steal one off of Facebook for you.)

The wedding was a lot of fun. I rotated between talking to Gilles’ relatives, holding Matthew, and dancing. It’s funny. Normally at these types of events I get anxiety-ridden at the thought of having to come up with something to say to everyone, and get very shy. This time however, I had no trouble at all. Maybe I’m improving?

Finally, homesickness.

My sister moved to Regina on Saturday to start university. Unfortunately, my mom, who was moving her up, had to get back to the farm right away. It was supposed to rain 2 inches, and our crop wasn’t yet off.

Long story short, I ended up going down to Regina to visit Kelsey. I got there at about 4:30, and stayed ’til about 11:30. I like to think that I helped at least. I like to play the ‘hero’ big sister sometimes. Maybe someday I’ll live up to her expectations.

Anyway, I’m happy to say that she has a really nice set-up in Regina. A large room- as far as dorm rooms go, and only having to share her bathroom with one person.

I am going to put a question out there for you guys though. She doesn’t want to leave her shower towel in the bathroom, as the only place to put it would be over the shower wall. There are no hooks on the door or walls, and no hangers to speak of. She has an open closet, but it is absolutely stuffed… no room to hang a towel there. She is not allowed to use any adhesive (tape, sticky tap, those stick hanger on the wall things) on any of the walls in her dorm. An over the door hanger will not fit on either door.

Do you have any ideas what she could do to have a place to hang her towel? (Besides draping it over her desk chair?)

September 8, 2010

And it begins.

Filed under: Life's Like That — Chantelle @ 1:18 pm

Last night was my first night class of the semester. My first class of the semester. My last first class of probably my life.

The class is English 379 – Modernist Writing & Contexts.

Have you taken the class? Do you know anything about modernist writing? Am I going to actually enjoy this class?

I don’t know.

The first class was… incredibly dry.

Perhaps that is because none of us have actually read anything yet, so there is little to discuss.

Perhaps because introductions are typically dull.

Perhaps I’m just so tired of school.

Our first assignment is to read Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, and be prepared with some analysis and suggestions for discussion by next Tuesday.

Did I mention I tried to read Heart of Darkness before? I hated it. I got about a quarter of the way through the book, gave up, and just read the explanation online.

I know. That’s not cool. You could almost say it’s cheating. (But in all fairness it’s not like I stole anyone’s ideas or plagiarized… I just chose not to write about that particular book for any assignment.)

But my point is this. This time, I think I should read it. I think I should open it up, dip in my nose, and read it. All the way from page one, to page… 121. It’s not a big book. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal. But… here I am.

I brought it to work in my purse today. I fully intended to read it over lunch. I was going to start. And until about 11:00, I stuck with my plan. But then at 11:00 I saw it. US! Weekly. And this was the picture on the cover:

The cover story was about these two getting married.

Yeah… I didn’t crack open Heart of Darkness.

But I promise myself– I will tonight. Because if I have to read it this weekend while we are camping, I swear I will do so kicking and screaming.

September 3, 2010

Do you ever wonder…

Filed under: Food for Thought — Chantelle @ 3:24 pm

About your own sanity?

I do.

Am I paranoid? Maybe, or close to.

See, ever since that window got broken, I can’t sleep through the night.

At least not when I’m alone.

Even though we have an alarm system, I still wake up in terror every time I hear a noise.

I’m in a different place, which is much more secure.

It helps some to know that I have an alarm system. But when I’m by myself, it’s still not enough. I still wake up through the night listening to the creaks and groans of the house settling.

Is that sane?

September 2, 2010


Filed under: Uncategorized — Chantelle @ 8:27 am

Kelsey just sent me a bunch of pictures of our new puppy at the farm. He has no name yet, but how cute is he??

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