Category Archives: Bumpboobs

Thinning eyelashes

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Do you know the pleasure of scratching your eyes? If you’ve ever had allergies I’m guessing you can relate. There’s that instant satisfaction that keeps you rubbing.

Rubbing and rubbing, till it becomes uncontrollable. Your eye goes red. Pleasure turns into ITCH.

AH! It’s the bane of my facial existence. Why do I scratch my eyes? Is it allergies (very likely), is it habit (also likely), is it insanity?!

That’s right, baby – I just pulled out double punctuation; much debated, but ultimately useful for expressing my confusion and exasperation.

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Unfortunately my eye lashes are starting to fall out, no thanks to my scratching. The bottom row is nearly gone, the top is hanging in there – but today I’ve spotted a thinning patch. A friend suggested I get eye drops, and so I have, because lashes and eyebrows serve an important purpose. Who knows what little dusties will find their way onto my retina?

It’s really strange to become so physically transformed. This lack of hair makes me feel like a blank slate . . .like Wooly Willy, that magnetic face I used to play with during car trips –  you know him? He’s got a bare face and you can shape tiny iron filings into moustaches and beards and hair. Well I’m that guy, but without any metal shreds. And my nose is smaller.

It’s strange. I see students with their long wavy hair and actually feel jealous. Ugh, frankly, I am not interested in being jealous and so remind myself that while they have hair, they also have essays. And essays are no fun. Ha! I have no essays!

Maybe I’m getting a little crazy, a little facially fixated. This too shall pass, and when I’m not thinking about it, I don’t worry at all. 🙂 And I don’t even worry too much when I do think about – but writing condenses my emotions to make their flavour stronger.

Anyhow, there it is, my facial hair is still falling. On the bright side Zsolt and I have been debating whether or not my head is more fuzzy. We think it may be, which would be a good sign of regrowth.

Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, but fuzzy wuzzy had no hair . . . Yeah, me neither.

Alright, I’m going to stop writing about this.

Have a lovely day!

Mr Spooky the pumpkin

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Yesterday, Zsolt and I carved up a little bit of pumpkin! Though I can’t help thinking we somehow missed Halloween because looking at our street last night there wasn’t a single pumpkin on a single porch.

No matter! It was fun. This was Zsolt’s first pumpkin design and he did a great job. Mind you, he also refused to touch the stringy inside goop and I ended up scraping that out, but otherwise he took to the carving well. Though it may have been a little too exciting because today I’m totally wiped. Oh well, one active day followed by one rest day – that seems to be the trend.

Carving the pumpkin was a lot of fun, and lighting it was even better. Mr Spooky did us proud for Halloween night. I hope you enjoy the picture.

I just love food

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Yesterday morning a large package arrived to my door. “Sign here.” And in comes a very cold box.  This wasn’t a total surprise (I’d been told two days before to expect the delivery), but it was a total pleasure. My cousin Luc and his wife Marie Claude decided to gift Zsolt and I with a substantial delivery of frozen food.

A couple weeks ago, Zsolt and I started to buy premade meals to help reduce the stress of cooking (after I had my little breakdown). Waitrose provides a decent line of frozen food, but you really need to pick and choose – some stuff is okay, other things are dreadful. Honestly, I’m a bit, hmm  . . . . selective in terms of food because I grew up in a household that only cooked from fresh ingredients and didn’t often turn to ready meals.

But yesterday’s delivery was from Cook. Have you heard of them? They’re a company that promotes ‘home cooked’ style meals that are easy to warm up and serve. All these ingredients are fresh and they seem to take care in creating their menu. Zsolt and I had wandered into their shop a long time back and were impressed then, so when the box arrived full of meals I was totally excited.

Opening the package there were curries and pies and lasagnes and desserts and all sorts of goodness.  And, amazingly, they all fit into our tiny freezer!

Today we baked the pork stroganoff, which was creamy and full of flavour (an area where many, many frozen meals fail). Zsolt ate a man’s share, and I ate a lady’s (See picture, it might not look too pretty after being mixed in with the pasta, but it still tasted nice!)

Merci Luc et Marie-Claude pour la bonne nourriture!

Plus, as icing to this happy cake – Denise just stopped by with some freshly baked pumpkin bread, candy, and cream cheese. The bread has a lovely smell and as soon as I’m done this blog I’ll be cutting a slice. I’m on a photo kick, so I’ll take another picture right now. (Pumpkin carved by Zsolt and I!)

I love food – but even better, I love good food.  It seems that without a costume or actually leaving my flat, I’m still managing to rack in the treats. This is one excellent Halloween.

🙂  Thank you so much.