Monday, September 7, 2009


Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Chantelle. I am 37 and single. I am also an animal lover, professional, devoted friend, proud daughter and athlete. Let's be honest, though. When you get to be my age, the only two labels that matter are the first two.

Before you start feeling sorry for me (or begin to think I'm feeling sorry for myself) let me tell you that I have a GREAT life. I have two jobs that I love, a fantastic family, friends that have been known to drop everything at a moment's notice to be there when I have needed them.

I also have the world's WORST dog. You don't believe me? Keep reading this blog and you soon will.

Let me start by saying that I love my dog. Most days that's all that saves him. He took ten VERY long months to housebreak. At one point I thought I had him trained. Then, one day that will forever live in infamy, I caught him using the cold air intake vent as a urinal. Amazing how one can be disgusted and impressed all at the same time.

I also have a fourteen year-old long-haired cat. Is it wrong to refer to a pet as a parasite? I love her to pieces but have yet to discover what she contributes to my household. It is most definitely not her mousing abilities as I have witnessed her walk right over a live mouse. This is preferable, however, to my other cat's habit of waiting until a trap I have set catches some prey which she then delivers - trap and all - to my bedroom.

Today is Labour Day and while parents and children everywhere rejoice (or weep) at the prospect of the school year resuming, I wait with baited breath for the phone to ring to offer me a teaching position. It's the annual waiting game. I liken it to watching the roulette wheel spin. You watch as the little black ball goes around, and around, and around, and you cross your fingers that it will land on the right spot. It's a gamble. Will I get the grade I want? Will I like the school? Will I get to stay there for more than a year? It's all up in the air at this point.

Rather than get stressed I choose to look at it as an adventure. It's kind of like a spontaneous road trip where you pull out a map, close your eyes, and point blindky to a spot on the map which becomes your destination. And while most teachers are going crazy that first week of school, I generally get to visit local coffee shops and drink specialty hot chocolates or go for a day trip somewhere Parksville.

Today I plan to relax, watch some DVDs, go for a walk and maybe......just some housework.

And remember....let a smile be your umbrella on a rainy, rainy day :-)


  1. one day at a time is a good idea, less complicated and realistic


  2. enjoy your specialty hot chocolates (and have one for me!) Before you know it, you too will be running around like a crazy person the first week of September!!!

  3. Good luck with your teaching, Chantelle (this is Rena)! I miss working with you...

  4. Oh, right, my username IS I really didn't have to tell you that...gah!