swamp demon cleans up: the before
perhaps my most embarrassing post ever, in which i share before pics of my horrendously messy house. don’t look at me.
Tag Archives: Mr. Katje
Life in a Pandemic
It’s all horrendously normal, in some respects. We’re far from the epicentres of Europe or even the U.S. up here in Powell River. While the virus has hit British Columbia, it doesn’t seem to have reached us on the Sunshine Coast yet. That will change soon. Already we have a case on the Island. It won’t take much for it… Read more »
2018 End of Year Reflection
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This month I realized I hadn’t posted here since July, and didn’t want to end 2018 on that note. So, an EOY reflection…and I would say an explanation of where I’ve been, but if you’ve been reading this blog for any period of time you know I tend to drop off the face of the earth for long periods. I… Read more »
The Dagda: the good god with a killer harp
Welcome to another instalment of Mythology Mondays! The winner of our poll was The Dagda, a member of the Tuatha De Danann. (Runner-up was Manannan Mac Lir.) I actually put him on the poll because I saw a post about him on Folklore Thursday a while back, and the picture shared of him made him look a lot like my… Read more »
What even is blogging?
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Obviously, I have no idea. My last post here was Valentine’s Day. That’s ridiculous. Granted, this time I actually have an excuse: school did kind of eat my face. It was all worth it, though! Check out these puppies: If you can’t see the image, it’s a list of all the classes I took and my final grade in each… Read more »
Annnnnnd it’s gone
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My last post here looks utterly hilarious in retrospect. Last week I got a notification from Student Loans that — after I had spent many hours of my time doing my application and filling out the paperwork that would let them send me money, and started preparing my appeal for the full amount of money — I was no longer… Read more »
Help Me Help Out Vancouver Pagan Pride
I honestly cannot believe that September is more than half-over already. I feel like we JUST finished August. This month has been a bit of a whirlwind of downtime for me, if that makes any sense at all. We did Pirates and Fairies on Labour Day Weekend; it’s our yearly excursion to the lake for fun and glitter. It gives… Read more »
The Love You Give Is Enough
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Yesterday I ran a lot into something that’s physically painful for me to see: clappy hand emojis between words. It’s an internet trend to make what are considered important points this way, instead of the old-fashioned placing of a period between each word. (What. was. wrong. with. that?) You’re probably wondering why/how it makes me sick. The best explanation I… Read more »
Discouragement
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It’s been a while since I’ve written. We got a new tire for my car. Or rather, we got 5 new tires for my car and one of them turned out to work. The first time Mr Katje went to the scrap yard he got a deal on 4 tires for 200 bucks off a 2000 Dodge Caravan — ie,… Read more »
victory, followed by “fuck you”
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I was going to write this post last night and I kinda wish I had because I would have been able to end on a lighter note, but I didn’t, so now I just get to complain more about how shitty this week has been overall. I went and yelled at the pharmacy. Actually I didn’t yell. I was super… Read more »
Vindicated
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I just got off the phone with both my doctor’s office and my insurance company (this is after searching the car and concluding the fault MUST lie with the pharmacy, but I need to be absolutely sure of that before going to war). The fault absolutely lies with the pharmacy. I was given NO scrips for my stomach and crazy… Read more »
gaslit by my crazy pills (gifs in post)
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i went to the doc’s on friday to get a new scrip for my zoloft and my dexilant, because the bottles in my medicine drawer (top drawer of my sewing-desk-that’s-being-used-as-a-computer-desk) were running really low. no problem, got my scrips for 100 pills each. i have to go in every time to get the scrips, and then i get enough pills… Read more »