Domestic bliss.

Sometimes I get in these “mommy moods” where I spend the day being super domestic. It usually happens when my family is out of town (which they are) and the house becomes an unbearable state (which it was) and it’s a nice day (twenty degrees! Because who can do housework when it’s raining?).

So I slept in until 7:30, which is only sleeping in for people who get up at 5:30 every other morning for work. Sick, yup.

OH! Random story time.

So yesterday I got off work at three and promptly fell asleep thirty minutes later. I woke up at 5:40pm thinking that it was the next morning and I was going to be late for work. So I booted it to the bathroom stripping along the way and grabbed my uniform to change into.

It wasn’t until the spray of the shower hit me that I realized I had the day off.

And it wasn’t until thirty minutes after my shower that I realized it was 6:00pm and not 6:00am Sunday morning.

My inner clock is so shit.

Anyway, back to my summer clean day.

I’ve done three loads of laundry and have two currently hang out on the line. I spent twenty minutes trying to spray the spiders off my bedroom window area and the back patio.

I was shocked at the millions of spiders that are around this year, until I realized I haven’t really seen spiders since I lived in Stephenville. Iqaluit doesn’t do spiders.

I baked a batch of oatmeal chocolate chip muffins… ate two… then loaded the dishwasher (for the very first time!).

I was going to vacuum out my car, but it’s too hot in there. So I’ll settle for swiffering and mopping my downstairual area.

MMMMM, PINE-SOL.

Being greedy.

I have been thinking about acquiring two things.

The first would be a new computer. Poor me. I have a Dell. And for those of you who don't know (because I didn't when I first purchased it), Dell is synonymous with shit. Really and truly!

And so I really really really want a MacBook Pro. Really. And I have a feeling I'll get one before the summer is out, just because my current laptop is being held together with like superglue. And I love how you think I'm being hyperbolic, but seriously, superglue.

Are we okay with the Mac choice? I don't think any of you guys have Macs, but Ashley does and she is coming to me this fall and could help me with any questions I have. I'm told it's easy to catch on. Although I'm seriously hung up on having only one clicky thingy on the mouse.

The second thing I would like to have is a tattoo. I know, what a jump. I have been bitching about getting a tattoo since my first semester of university. I've made three appointments with the tattoo place in Stephenville ('cause the dude at Peek-A-Boo is the shit), canceled one and missed two.

But now I really know what I want to get and where I want to get it (גם זה יעבור). And I know what place I want to go to (Trouble Bound). And their booking is like a million years wait so I can save enough money and confidence before then. And if it is a long wait, shouldn't I book it now?!

GRRR. Indecision! I really want it. I honestly don't think I'll regret it. Feedback?

And as much as I'd like a slammin' new SLR like my favourite peep has just been given (did you see that super cute pic of her, awww, darlin'), it is simply not necessary at the moment. My point and shoot is the shit.

Man, don't you love these posts where I just go on about the most boring kind of stuff. IT HELPS ME WORK THINGS OUT IN MY HEAD, OKAY? Plus I like getting your guys' two cents, lord knows why.

It's like the night is taking sides.

I am so totally in love with this song. Plus dude is sexy as hell. Though he dates that Much VJ chick who is such a hussy. Egads.



And I'm afraid to sleep because of what haunts me. Such as, living with the uncertainty that I'll never find the words to say which would completely explain just how I'm breaking down.

Mister anchor assure me.

I caught the tail end of the CBC news tonight and it was that part where they do the “here’s what our viewers have to say” thing. There were a great number of responses to a piece that had aired on Friday about a protest in Kelligrews against a 64 year old sex offender who planned to move to the small town. The man had been convicted for two sexual assaults against children, acts he committed over a decade ago.

Okay. I can pretty much guarantee I know more about sexual offenders than your average adult, simply because I’ve taken several classes for my criminology certificate on the subject.

So when I see something like this, I get about 20% mad and 80% frustrated. Ignorance irks me!

Pedophilia is a disease. This man will always be attracted to children and I am not saying that a couple years in prison have fixed him. Probably made it worst.

But Canada has been labeled a sex offender's “heaven”. We have the lowest legal consent rate like EVER. And our sex offender registry is s-h-i-t. I really wish I could convey to you how pretty much non-existent it is. It would scare you.

So when a convicted offender registers with the police in hopes of bettering his life, I can’t help but have respect for him. You might say “Sarah! You can’t respect a person like that!” But he is human.

And think about it: a sex offender who doesn’t register could be living in Kelligrews right now. But we wouldn’t know it. And he isn’t getting any help or therapy because he isn’t registered.

At least this man is trying to live his life the right way. And what do we do? Protest a man with a proven mental condition? Would you protest someone with AIDs on the off chance they might spread it to you?

I’m going to tell you what will happen here. This man will stop checking in with the RCMP so that he can live somewhere with his wife in quiet without the neighbourhood being notified. His neighbours will befriend him and his wife, taking them to be a retired old couple living in rural Newfoundland.

And it might work for the first year or two.

But after awhile the man will become sick again, there is no cure for pedophilia. And he will have no access to therapy or guidance because he will be too scared to face the penalties for not having kept the registry updated.

And he will slip and fall like any other human. Except it won’t be an extra piece of cake for dessert. It won’t be a few bottles of beer wrecking his liver. It will be a child.

And I cannot believe that these adults who are protesting this man in Kelligrews cannot make this connection.

There was a FANTASTIC article in Maclean’s a few months ago about Canada’s sex offender registry. And you can read it online here. And it might seem long or gory, but seriously people, educate yourself. Before you go out protesting something you don’t even understand.

Almost 1,300 of the 16,000 people listed on the national registry (eight per cent) have disappeared. That may seem encouraging. After all, that means 92 per cent are doing what they're told. But remember, thousands of convicted offenders are not on the registry - and that number gets bigger every single day. Where those people are living right now is anybody's guess.

See like me.

My name is Sarah.

I live in the oldest and most easterly city in North America. The same city I was born in. And though I say I hate it, I think the place is tres pretty. You can tell by my obsession with photographing it.

My favourite colours are earth tones. This means I will always choose to buy a grey or brown shirt over a pink or yellow one.

I come from a long line of bread makers and tree cutters. But I’m pretty sure I could never do either thing adequately. I have one mom, one dad, one brother and no pets. I once had a fish named Hubert, whom I loved with a fiery passion. But he died.

I’ve never been to a wedding. Or to Europe. I’ve never swam a lap around a pool. Or gambled in a casino.

But I’ve been to a funeral. And I’ve lived in the Arctic. I might never have swam a lap, but I could probably run across the pool faster than you with my awesome water shoes. And although I’ve never played the slots, I’ve spent an afternoon sitting on a bench with my best friend pulling lotto pull-tabs.

Whenever I walk through the refrigerated section at Wal-Mart I am extremely tempted to buy cookie dough. I consider peanut butter toast a healthy and nutritious meal. I think bread with visible grains or nuts are gross.

I have more papillae on my tongue and less iron in my blood than the average person.

I brush my teeth in the shower, drink apple juice before leaving for work in the morning, and own more pairs of jeans than any person I know.

I don’t dream of owning a mansion, but a little old lady cottage complete with ugly flower patterned chesterfields.

I can’t spell "usually" without second guessing myself. Funny thing is, I can spell "antidisestablishmentarianism" without blinking an eye.

I like ponies, white calla lilies, Christmas lights all year round, clear cream soda, Icelandic music, vintage Molly Ringwald, Inuktitut, my gameboy, Emily Dickinson, stickers, rubber stamps, and any painting ever painted by Frida Kahlo.

I have friends that would make you jealous and a car that can take me anywhere I want to go (provided I fill her with $1.47/litre gas).

I strive to be honest and funny, loving and gracious, quiet and loud, respectable and respecting as well as thin.

Extreme Makeover House Edition makes me cry.