Is It Friday?

Snowy Shack!

Happy Anniversary!

It has been one year since Ian and I got married. The year turned out to be not what we expected. It flew by but it was a fairly good year. I asked Ian jokingly what his hopes and dreams were for the 2nd year. He said "I hope and dream that Brittany will not have a heart attack as we get closer to closing on the house". Wishful thinking! =P

Icy Roads

The crash that blocked my way home on Friday was caught on camera. Crazy! No one was injured.

Hannelore & Me

Last night I was frustrated with being me. Following my surgery, I've become a bit of a hypochondriac. But that has kind of combined with a sense of impending doom. I worry about everything. I worry about my health and the health of my family. I worry about the house and the paperwork involved. I worry about driving and getting into an accident... including my 5 year old car. At any given moment during the day... I am usually worrying. Going to the gym has helped... but not enough... And when I don't go - for example this week because I'm in Toronto - it all comes rushing back. Last night was no exception. It doesn't keep me up as late but it's still there. I know medication is not the answer for me... At one time in my life it was... but it's not now. I just have to work through it I guess.

Hannelore is a character in a webcomic called Questionable Content. She has a bit of OCD... she worries about everything... I share her craziness. For Christmas Ian got me the Questionable Content book. The artist drew a picture of Hannelore on the inside cover and signed it with "To Brittany, someone to share your worries with..." It was very sweet~ Lately in the webcomic, Hannelore is branching out. She seems to be overcoming her issues... Maybe I should follow suit.. lol.

The thing that I need to remember is that I can't waste my life worrying. I can't change most things that I worry about. I can't change the fact that I won't have my permanent residency by the time our house closes. I can't change the fact that me or any one of my family members will get sick at some point in my life. When I worry I have two voices in my mind (yes I'm crazy) - one quietly worrying about x issue, one shouting furiously that I am being stupid. I KNOW it's not worth it. I spoke to a friend of mine this week... she told me that she's been living with a brain aneurysm since 2002. She worried herself sick over it. Her surgery was scheduled and all she did was worry about it. Then she met a doctor who basically said it's better to not have surgery. You can live with it and she has. If a person who has had a brain aneurysm for nine years can function without worrying, so can I! Extreme example of course... but I know that worrying does not change anything and it certainly does not help anything.

The Shack Update

Our house has a blankey! They have started brick and stone work on the front of the house.

Last Sunday we walked through the house again... the only real change was that they had finished the duct work. Still got a video though!

Weird.

This morning Ian and I walked out to the car and I stopped in my tracks. My car was covered in a bit of snow. Then I looked up and saw this:

Creepy. We think some moisture came through the concrete above, froze and then started to melt. It was kind of creepy because it looked like cobwebs. It doesn't really come across in the pictures but Ian agreed. Weird.

Wanted!

Also wanted for various other crimes:

• Excessive Use Of The Dance Move "The Worm"
• Copyright Infringement of Old Spice Ads
• Inciting Smiles and General Mayhem
• Complaining While Crawling

Please note that his brother is still on the run. If you see either of these boys, please take extreme caution and lots of pictures. Thank you.

Awwww

My Mommy Taught Me Well

This morning (1:00am if you can call that morning)... a fire alarm went off at the hotel I am staying at. I vaulted out of bed... threw on some clothes... and headed to the stairwell. I was up on the 11th floor and started going down in the freezing cold. I met one other person who was going down but that was about it. At about the 3rd floor we met a woman who was asking something about doors further UP the stairwell. We told her they were open but that there was a fire alarm. She replied that yes, she did know there was a fire alarm but she wanted to get to the 35th floor and the elevators weren't working... WHAT??? I'm sorry... but my mommy told me better safe than sorry... a.k.a. better safe than be really stupid. Yes, I climbed down 11+ flights of stairs and walked out of the exit door onto a random Toronto sidewalk in the middle of January. But still... if it had been real... if there really was a reason for the fire alarm... wouldn't you rather be outside in 25 degree Fahrenheit weather???

I'm so tired it hurts and I'm still trying to settle down... but I have the hope that my future children would do the same thing. Better safe than sorry.