March 18, 2011

New feature

Filed under: Change,Day-to-Day — Chantelle @ 1:19 pm

I have been trying out twitter lately, and I must say it is a bit of a rush when someone thinks you are important enough to subscribe to.

My twitter account has actually been active for… oh, probably a couple of years by now but I’ve never really taken interest in it until now.

If you read my blog in its actual page (rather than in a viewer), you may have noticed that I added a twitter feed into the sidebar. I am not sure if this is where it is going to stay, or even if it is going to stay at all. This is a trial run.

What are your thoughts on twitter (and/or twitter running in conjunction with a blog?)


March 16, 2011

Adorable, with a capital ‘A’

Filed under: Change,Day-to-Day,My cat — Chantelle @ 8:39 am

We found our kitten.

Actually, we found four. We can only take one of them though. 🙂

I posted an ad on kijiji, stating that we are looking for a kitten to become an indoor cat, stipulating that it must be shorthair and born in February or March. (I’m not picky at all, am I?)

A girl from Radisson, SK answered the ad, saying that her cat Mitzey had four kittens over the February break. Of course I jumped on the opportunity. The poster goes to school in the city, and her mom works in the city every day. They will drop the kitten off at my house. It will be interesting to see how scheduling that will work.

Of course, as I said the litter is of four kittens. I only get one.

I asked her to choose it for me.

Okay, now the part of the post that you have been waiting for… the kittens.

March 15, 2011


Filed under: Change,Day-to-Day,Life's Like That — Chantelle @ 9:03 am

It’s melting! It’s melting! Hurrah!

… Logically I shouldn’t be as happy about this as I am. After all, my allergies are going to go haywire (pardon the pun) any moment now, I won’t be able to access my driveway again because the driveway will be gunk, my car is being assaulted with both salt being splashed at it and water getting into all of its insides, I won’t have clean pants for weeks, Gilles will be tracking in mountains of mud from his job sites, it will freeze overnight turning my car into a popsicle daily (re: nightly), people will get spring fever and forget how to drive on ice, I will have to arrange to get my winter tires off, and I will have to finally fix that hole in my bumper… But holy jemima I’m happy, because it’s spring baby!

(Granted, the forecast doesn’t quite agree with me yet… this week’s forecast was updated today to include snow flurries all week. But, they still say that the lowest high this week will be -4, and that the rest of the week we will get up to 0….) I’ll take it!

This means that soon I can go walking and biking, and that I can start my plants now, and I can go outside without a jacket soon, and soon I will be able to feel the hot sun beating down on my face… glorious.

And I have an overwhelming urge to clean.

Can somebody say spring fever??

March 7, 2011

Winter Daldrums

Filed under: Change,Day-to-Day — Chantelle @ 10:00 am

Wow. 6 posts in February and my first in March on the 7th. Pretty pathetic.

I have lots to talk about, but my pictures are all at home, where I never have time to blog. And I forget to bring them to work to use during my break. It’s a vicious cycle, which I hope to break soon. In the meantime, I have far from forgotten about my blog and wanted to say just that.

Foremost on my mind?

(image credit: Shanna Murray via Design Crush)

I am so over winter. Seriously? I think I would thrive in L.A. if it weren’t for the fact that everyone I love is up here.

Aside from the upcoming weekend, the longterm forecast brings hope though.

I am beyond anxious to see all this snow melt away. I planted a bunch of perennials and bulbs last fall, and am ready to see if they survived the four foot burial by snow.

Sorry Frosty, it’s time for you to go away.

February 7, 2011


Filed under: Change,Day-to-Day — Chantelle @ 10:37 am

We don’t have one yet (sorry to spoil the fun…) but we will be getting one at the beginning of April!

Okay, I digress. Pendng that we do not have any major monetary issues prior to the beginning of April and that we successfully bounce back financially from Gilles’ two months in school, we will get a kitten in April.

Granted, that sounds pretty iffy. But it is the closest I have come yet to Gilles telling me- Okay, go pick out a kitten now!

Our landlord is great about it too. She has said from the get-go that we can have a kitten, provided that we agree to get the carpets professionally cleaned by the cleaner of her choice when we move out. (I think that that is very fair!). Once we are ready to get a kitten we need only to email her to ask permission, which she will then grant in writing with that stipulation, so that we have a written record of the agreement. (She is very particular about the legal details… which is good. It is nice to see after renting from Elite, where a 24-hour notice is lucky to show up on your doorstep 12 hours prior to them entering your apartment).

The fact that we are adament about adopting a kitten will drastically decrease the number of cats available, but as the cat will be indoor only, it is important that it has not been subjected to any major trauma.

Based on the fact that we want a kitten, and that short-haired is preferred for an indoor cat, our options right now are as follows:

From the Saskatoon SPCA:

"Hook loves to explore and loves to hide, he is the biggest of the litter.""Ketsa likes to play lots and is very cuddly, she likes the other animals.""Littlest Hobo is a VERY cuddly kitten and loves to be held and enjoys being talked to."




“Casey was found during an early cold snap in front of a business called “Energy Doctor”. He was in the snow, cold, shivering and less than eight weeks old at the time. However, he instantly purred, cuddled and ate like a horse.His foster Auntie now says: “Casey is a very busy kitten. He likes his treats and toys. He gets along well with the other cats and loves being picked up and held. He has got one of the loudest purrs we have heard in along time.”

Estimated date of birth of Casey is August 21, 2010.”

Marianne (Grey) and Melvin (Orange)

Marianne’s Description:
“”I’m the softest, silver grey, mackerel tabby and the smallest of the bunch, also the most independent. I think I am the cutest and most affectionate little girl ever! My foster mom thinks I am the most mischevious of my litter mates. ”
Marianne is very pretty and a little love. She is the most competent and remains a bit of an adventurer. She seems the least reactive to the dogs and is quite happy to go nose to nose with them; she even slept beside them on one occasion. She really enjoys the Christmas villiage and did her King Kong impersonation until removed by her foster mom, covered in sparkles. She likes best to hang out with Melvin. Estimated date of birth is July 7, 2010.”
Melvin’s Description:
“”I am a little orange classic tabby with little white paws. I too am a boy and I’m the big adventurer in the bunch. I like to do things first, but someimes I’m a little accident prone. I am a cuddler and like to snuggle and purr with my people.”
Melvin is the quiet one who’s often found cuddled up with Mercedes and Marianne. He loves sleeping in the sun and is a little wary of the dogs but not afraid. He is a calm,sweet little guy and is really fond of Marianne with whom he is often paired up, sleeping or playing. He has a lovely soft purr and uses it often.
Estimated date of birth of Melvin is July 4, 2010.”
October (no picture):
October is a gentle soul with a adorable face. If there is an open lap she will find it. She is always at the door to greet you when you come home. She is a cuddly and social cat that gets a long with other cats, dogs and people of all ages. She would be a great cat for a family that is ready for snuggles. Date of birth of October is October 26, 2010. She was born in the program a few days after her Mom, Orianna was brought in off the street.
2 free kittens, looking for a good home.
” Two female Kittens looking for a good home . Appoximently 2-3 months old .

They are very active but loving kittens . good with children and other pets.  
please call or email for details .”
Cat for sale ($80)
”  ‘Pretzel’ is a lynx-point siamese, 6 month old unspayed female.  She was dumped on a friend by an irresponsible pet owner, but my friend couldn’t keep her due to her own two cats and a dog, which terrified her.

I took Pretzel off her hands, but she is not a good fit with my two mature cats (16 years and 9 years).  She would be good with other cats about her age.  She follows me everywhere in the house, and loves to give kisses.
Pretzel had all of her shots and a full physical the day after coming to me, and has a clean bill of health.  I have bill from vet for $237.   The $80 covers 1/3 of that.   Includes a food dish and litter box.
e-mail or call 291-1444″ 

Beautiful and very cuddly black cat to give to loving home FREE
“We unfortunately must give our kitty away. His name is Sparkles and he is a six month old, beautiful black cat with a big bushy tail; he is very cuddly and affectionate and great with kids. He is not yet fixed but is up to date on all immunizations. I am also giving away his litter box, scratching post, and cat carrying kennel all for free! Please respond with an email with your name and phone number if you are interested.”
Orange kittens to give away (no picture)
These kittens are about 3 months old and ready to go to a good home.  Call 664-2777. No emails please.
Kittens (no picture)
“4 kittens looking for their new forever homes.  Please contact to arrange a visit “
4 kittens left (no picture)
“4 adorable kittens in need of good home, 3 males, only one female left. 2 Males are grey and white, and one is pure grey; female is multicoloured, grey, white and orange. If interested please send email for phone number and location.”
That is what is available right now. By the beginning of April I am sure that the adoption agencies and Kijiji will be slew with spring births… I can’t wait!

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December 8, 2010


Filed under: Change,Events — Chantelle @ 9:20 am

I’m done.

Has it sunk in? No, not really. It probably won’t until I’m walking across that stage in June.

There are still some things to do… apply to graduate for one. I can’t do that until January. But the point is the same. I never have to go to class again if I don’t want to. No more term papers. No more cramming all night for an exam.

Yup, I can deal with that. 🙂

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November 16, 2010

And after all those promises too…

Filed under: Change — Chantelle @ 12:08 pm

It looks like November might end up being the least posted month for my blog so far, even though I said I would be posting even more. (I am after all posting almost daily about my wedding decisions, and not to leave you out of the loop am also posting about everything else that is going on… it’s just invisible you see.)

In truth, I just got so busy again that I couldn’t even see straight, let alone take the time to post.

This last week has been… wow.

Let’s see… when we left off, I was telling you that Gilles’ parent had found out about our engagement, and whining about being hungry. Does that sound about right?

Since then, I have been focusing most of my time and energy on schoolwork – I had a 12 page term paper due for English on Friday, and another 12 page term paper for my Commerce class due yesterday. But, as of right now I have one big project left (due Monday and taking up WAY too much time), and then I’m done my assignments. Forever. Hurrah! Exams are on the 6th and 7th, and then I’m done those too. And then I’ll graduate. Like, for real. Done. Wow.

It’s funny how life can both move at a snail’s pace and incredibly quick.

Ironically, on my first day of University I ran into Gilles. We weren’t dating at the time. His family was on their ‘guys weekend’, and his entire family was roller blading across the student bridge at the same time as I was walking across. It was very awkward – my mom talked to his dad and uncle, and I stood around awkwardly. I wanted to go talk to Gilles and I even waved him over to try to get his attention but he moved as far away as he could without his family thinking that he was leaving him, and stared at his feet. He wouldn’t even look at me.

Four and a half years later, I am finishing my degree and we are engaged to be married. My how times change.

…. And, just because I’m not sure if you’ve gotten to see a picture of him yet, here is my Gilles, shortly after we started dating again.

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November 2, 2010


Filed under: Change,Events,The Wedding Files — Chantelle @ 11:39 am

It’s still not quite sunk in. I’m engaged. As in, I’m going to get married. (I know, that seems obvious but it took me a while to get to realizing that step).

Gilles is my fiance. I’m his fiancee.

I have over a grand wrapped around my finger. It is gorgeous though.

There are so many implications of being engaged. So much to do, so much to think about. I truly haven’t even grasped the edge of that yet.

I think, as this blog has become both my personal journal and my catharsis, I will document the journey here.

I am getting married exactly nine months from today – July 9th, so it will be quite a journey. A quick one.

🙂 You can expect a lot of wedding posts. (I hope you don’t mind)… of course, I will continue to blog about the rest of my life too, so you can expect more posts in general .

I have noticed three things since I have gotten engaged (Saturday).

1. The first thing every single person asks is to see the ring. (See the last post before this one if you haven’t seen my pictures of the ring yet btw)

2. The second thing everyone wants to do is hear how he asked. So, here we go. (Ironically I have this story down to a science now… I don’t think I’ve even been changing any of the words the last few times).

I was already in my costume. My hair was curled and pinned, my make-up was on, my costume was on. I was Eve (as in, Adam and Eve.) Gilles had his costume on, but needed my help with his contacts. He wanted to wear purple contacts, but has never worn contacts before in his life. I was fighting to try to get his first contact in, and we had been working on it for about twenty minutes already. He was getting really antsy (which looking back, isn’t like him at all but I thought he was just excited or something). He kept saying that I should just pack them up and I can tape his costume up and put in his contacts for him at the party. Meanwhile, I kept insisting that once we got there I didn’t want to be hiding in the bathroom trying to put his contacts in, I wanted to hang out with my friends. He was always telling me to lighten up and stop micromanaging every second, so I was trying to do that. But he kept insisting that we had to leave by seven, and he didn’t want to be late. I was getting frustrated and told him that either I was putting them in now, or I was throwing them out. He told me to just throw them out then, but I responded that it would be a waste of $30 to just give up and throw them out. I kept trying for a few minutes. Meanwhile we were both becoming more and more frustrated with each other (as often happens when two stubborn people have opposing opinions, so I thought nothing out of the ordinary with it).

However, then he said to me, “Look. You are impossible to surprise. There is a limo coming to pick us up and it is going to be here at seven so we have to leave at seven.”

My jaw dropped to the floor.

After a pause I snapped into action, put the contact back in its case, and shoved my entire make-up kit in my purse. (Yeah, not sure why I did that). I grabbed the contacts and ran downstairs to put my shoes and coat on.

Meanwhile Gilles was peering outside, and told me that the limo was already here, and that he couldn’t remember if he told the driver we would be in costume.

He helped me to the car (well, actually he started trotting off toward the car while I locked the door, until I asked him if he was seriously expecting me to get to the car without falling on my face on the ice in my heels, and then he helped me to the car).

He had champagne ready for us inside, and informed me that we had the limo for an hour, and then it would drop us off at the party. We chatted some, commented on the limo, commented on the view of the city. About half an hour in, he leaning in for a kiss and started rummaging in his pocket. It was at this point that I clued in what was going on.

He stopped rummaging in his pocket, but I was too nervous to look, so I kept our lips locked. Finally he started giggling so I had to pull away. He held the ring up to me, and sat there looking at me. I couldn’t say anything for a moment, then it became apparent that he wasn’t going to say anything either. The conversation following went a little like this.

Me: You’re just going to sit there?

Gilles: My costume will get in the way if I try to kneel.

Me: I’m sure you can figure it out

Gilles kneels on the floor of the limo. I continue to stare at him, waiting for him to say something.

Gilles: [after a seemingly endless pause that was probably only 2 seconds] Will you marry me?

Me: [while shoving my hand out because he is still holding the ring out as though he wants to set it in the palm of my hand] Yes!

At this point Gilles puts the ring on my finger, and sits back down. I kiss him. He proceeds to ask where the champagne went. I had put it in the cupholder things about 15 min prior”

I spent the rest of the ride spontaneously grinning and waving my hands, and saying “Wow. You’re my fiance. That’s so weird. And I’m your fiancee. Weird.”

Yeah. I’m classy.

…. and the camera battery was dead so we didn’t get any pictures of the limo. Once I get them however, I will post some pictures from the party, and I will take some nice artsy pictures of my ring for you. (Oh yeah, and did I mention that Gilles was dressed up as an executioner?)

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November 1, 2010


Filed under: Change,Events — Chantelle @ 8:48 am

… more to come.

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August 17, 2010

Breaking the Surface

Filed under: Change — Chantelle @ 1:06 pm

I am finally able to lift my head above water, breathe the fresh air and smile.
I’m back.
These last two weeks have been… well, busy to say the least.
Work was… stressful. I had fun, don’t doubt that. It was nice to be able to talk to everyone in such a relaxed manner. When you are out in the open as I was in the receptionist desk, everyone stops by to talk to you about this and that – usually things that have nothing to do with work. In the two weeks I sat at the receptionist desk, I met many new people and grew to know the company that I work for much better than I did from my own desk. In my office, if someone comes in to talk to you, it is much more strained, and focused only on what they need you to do. It feels much more formal and restricted. It was nice to have the opportunity to get to know my co-workers in the manner that the receptionist desk allows. But today I’m back at my own desk, and boy does it feel good. I can work at my own pace again, not encumbered by the daily mail schedule, or by thousands of other tasks getting in the way. I have enough space to think.
School also added a few degrees of stress to the mix. As of August 2nd, I had two weeks left until my final exam, and had three units in the course that I had left to even look at, and do the assignments for. Then of course, I had to study for the actual exam.
It took far more willpower than I thought I had to complete those three units. Homework was the absolute last thing I wanted to be doing – I was thinking about everything else that needed to be done. But I worked on my homework during my lunch breaks at work, and for a minimum of three hours every night. I had to drag myself by my own ear to do it, but by the time the final exam came on Saturday, I was ready. I’m sure I did well on that exam.
Of course, moving also added stress to the pot. Gilles’ parents arrived in Saskatoon on August 6 to help us move, so that weekend was a write-off for getting anything else done. I had hardly packed when they got there – I had been too busy working on homework. To make matters worse, when we showed up at 8AM on the Saturday to pick up our U-Haul, there was no one there, and no contact information to find out what we were supposed to do. At 8:30, I tracked down the other U-Hauls in the city. The first two on my list to go to were the same story. Their hours said that they should be open, but the door was locked and there wasn’t a soul in sight. At the third U-Haul we were much luckier. We could see people milling about, and it looked as though they had a truck in the size we needed. We were about to walk in and rent one of their trucks when my cell phone rang. It was the U-Haul we were originally supposed to rent from.
The employee informed me that he was very sorry that he wasn’t there when we arrived, that he had managed to get food poisoning and was very sick all night, but that he was there now. (Likely store, but whatever.) He told us that if we would still be willing to rent from them, he would let us keep the truck until Monday morning at no extra cost. !! We went for it.
It was a good thing we did too. By 6:30PM, a half-hour after we were originally supposed to return the truck, we finally had the truck fully loaded and ready to go over to the house. Thankfully, the truck took much less time to unload than it did to load, and we were able to call it a night at about 10PM.
Unfortunately, neither my big, old, tired couch fit into the house, nor did my poor, old, dilapidated entertainment centre. (Fortunately as both were old and well worn-out, I wasn’t exactly sad to part with either of them). We left them in the truck overnight, and brought them to Value Village the next day. We also went to the Brick and did some shopping in their clearance centre. Gilles’ dad managed to wrangle us a deal on a small, reclining couch that had some structural issues and torn fabric. What was a regular $700 couch, we got for $150. Gilles’ dad will fix the structural damage, and I’ll re-upholster the places necessary.
Through all of this going on, I also had a heck of a cold. It began like every other cold. Earache, watery eyes, stuffed nose. This one has run the gamut though. It remained in its first stage for the first week. Then last week, I began to lose my voice. (Yeah, fun mixed in with the receptionist duties). Now this weekend and now, I am fighting a wicked cough. Seriously, this cough is rivaling the one I had when I had whooping cough.
However, I can now breathe. I don’t have to worry about school again until my classes start up on September 7th. I am back in my position at work. All the moving is complete. Colds pass.
It is time to buckle down and work on what’s next: namely, giving the apartment a good thorough cleaning so that I may get my damage deposit back. I also have to unpack. But I can honestly say that it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders; that I am able to actually enjoy a few weeks of true summer. Freedom.

**edit: I wanted to add pictures to this post, but wasn’t able to access my phone’s online album for some reason. I’ll post photos at a later date to make up for it.

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