C'Etait Pour La Passion

Another droopy dopey Saturday around the house.  I kinda like it though.  I went all Cinderella on my kitchen today.  It was getting a bit obnoxiously dirty.  I think even Minnie and Keedo hesitated to eat off of it last weekend.  Not that I eat off of it....but I meant....*sigh*.  I quickly googled a floor cleaning recipe, and with a scrub brush I picked up a few weeks ago I got to work.  Hands and knees and a make-shift water bucket After that was done I scrubbed the en suite bathroom floor.  The end result was satisfying but disturbing.  I also learned that I don't know where my vinegar is, so time to stock up on that.  Here's the recipe:  http://www.food.com/recipe/floor-grease-cutter-cleaner-393210  Because of the size of my kitchen I scaled it down to two cups of water, 1tsp of washing soda, and 1/2tsp of liquid soap.  That's a bit more soap than necessary but I like to live dangerously?

I took a trip with Nik last night.  After which we stopped off at the Ancaster Costco to do some shopping.  I needed to get some work sugar, and also inquire into getting my boss a member's card.  Unfortunately, only the primary member of a business account can add someone.  It doesn't really make sense, since the cost of a personal membership is the same amount.  And the only benefit as far as I can tell is that the primary card holder gets points for all purchases.  I'm just trying to take care of my boss and they're making it really difficult (read: impossible) for me to do this.  Nikki was shopping for some stewing beef for a slow cooker recipe.  She got a cooker for Xmas, and she's been taking good advantage of it.  She still won't set it and forget it.  She'll leave the kitchen, but not her house.  I don't always leave, but I don't let it stop me.  Anyways, the package of stewing beef was really expensive.  We kind of pecked around the meat department but ended up leaving without anything.  Then we hit up the Sobey's right next door so she could pick up the rest of the fixins.  The stewing beef there was just as expensive for half the amount.  It's hard to spend more than $10 on meat, but I guess you have to think about it in terms of number of meals as well as quality of meat.  And I guess beef is the most expensive meat?  I need to have some sort of portable-battery-operated-price-keeping-device.  Then I could have told Nikki the Costco deal was a winner!  I absolutely hate running into something at Costco that is grossly overpriced.  It makes the whole shopping experience feel so hit and miss.  Although I'm not smart enough to program a Blackberry app, I am going to start tracking prices.  I actually used to track food prices after every shop, but that dropped off after a few months.  I just want to be able to look at a price board and say "That's a sick price for apples."  Don't we all?

Work has been tense, work has been really tense.  These past two weeks I've gone in at 6:30am at least six times.  And sometimes staying until 5pm (once).  My project wasn't fully completely done last time I celebrated.  That had to be finished, and then whacks and doodles of admin work was piling up on my desk.  And Friday was month end.  And on top of everything, a coworker is having some family health problems and it's very concerning for everyone at the office.  He lost his dad to cancer when he was my age.  Last year his wife's cousin died of cancer.  On the eve of that funeral his brother was diagnosed with cancer, and just a few months after the brother went into remission they have once again been struck.  There is hope for a less threatening final diagnosis.  It has brought the whole office down, but also his absence is felt very strongly.  He came in on Friday, only because he would have felt stir crazy at home.  He told me that his brother told the doctors to cut out his voice box if they had to, if it meant he would live.  That he would write notes to tell his kids he loved them as long as he could still be around.  His wife said with no hesitation if she had breast cancer she would slice off either or both breasts if it meant she would survive.  I've always thought these decisions would require much more consideration.  But I guess I've been lucky enough to not be in the position to choose.  It's all very heavy.

Now, if my neighbours upstairs would stop bowling maybe I could enjoy myself on this slow and lazy Saturday.  You know what I'm sayin Minnie.  Rrrrrruff.