crap no. 56

crap i've been meaning to tell you about // movita beaucoup

HEY! My homeland (Nova Scotia) has just declared a state of emergency and I’m quite sure that I’m not supposed to be sitting next to my window or using my computer but I thought you might NEED me and my run-on sentences right now so here I am. The world feels upside down and 2.0 shoved his elbow in my face when I tried to kiss him the other day. These are the times we live in. I’m still out here living my best mediocre life and you’re still out there reading the crap I put on the internets so… I hope my words bring you a comfort equivalent to a well-stocked cupboard of toilet paper.

The dance studio that employs me has been shut down thanks to The Virus. Our shows have been cancelled, examinations postponed. Generally, we adhere to an unless-you’re-bleeding-from-the-eyes-the-show-must-go-on policy, so this is uncharted territory for us. Like a lot of you, we’re out of work. The dance community is made up of a lot of self-employed, hourly wage earners without benefits. I’ll be okay because 2.0 is still working and even if that changes we will be fine for a while, so I’m very grateful and I’m not even being sarcastic.

Some dance schools are launching online classes which I find rigoddamndiculous because I’ve been telling my dancers for years that you can’t learn ballet on YouTube (#jobsecurity) and the whole point of coming to class is not YOU SEEING ME but ME SEEING YOU and telling you how much something you are doing sucks. It is my greatest joy. Dance is passed body to body, like a virus. I need to be near you to spread my virus knowledge to you. So these days I’m more concerned about my eyes rolling out of my head than I am about catching COVID-19.

Related: I’m definitely going to get murdered to death by the dance community in the coming days.

In addition to crushing poverty and the probable collapse of my photography business in the coming months (#cheerful #optimistic #nothinggetsmedown), this unexpected period of unemployment means no walking through the door at 10 PM to learn that “Dorey really likes pizza sauce!” That’s what 2.0 told me last week when I got home from teaching. “She was crazy for the stuff!”

It also means that I don’t get to answer questions from my teenaged students such as, “Do you have any balloons in your bag? Like, some that you aren’t using right now?” Who the hell carries balloons around with them? (Other than a clown, obviously.)

I started stocking up on pandemic supplies a few weeks ago – a can of soup here, a box of pasta there. And I picked up some extra toilet paper long before people started hoarding the stuff. Still, though we have plenty of toilet paper for the two of us, 2.0 has been tracking the number of squares I use with each bathroom visit. “How many squares?” he’ll shout through the bathroom door. “Four? That can’t be right! Count again!” It’s a lot of pressure because sometimes I forget to count before wiping and it seems to make 2.0 very antsy.

Social distancing and isolation have afforded me some time to catch up on chores, writing and some online learning. It also means I’ve had to spend way too much time looking up internet acronyms like FTL, IMO, SMH, etc. Are people really too busy to just write actual words? How many of these people are rushing off to do emergency brain surgery? You can’t just write ‘in my opinion?’ WRITE WHAT YOU MEAN FFS.

Last night 2.0 brought me dinner in bed. I’m not sick — I was trapped under Dorey. He filled ramekins with leftover mashed potatoes and cheese and then put ’em in the oven till they were toasty, and warmed some leftover pork chops. Behold:

If you’re wondering why he cut my meat for me? I AM TOO. Am I sick and just don’t know it? Does 2.0 know something I don’t know? Has he found some of my teeth around the house?

A couple of weeks ago I slipped on our back steps and took a bit of a tumble. I didn’t hurt myself – other than my pride – and when 2.0 got home I told him about it, looking for a little sympathy.

2.0: Oh no! Are you okay?

movita: I’m fine. I didn’t hurt myself. Just a couple bounces off the ol’ ass, but I don’t feel like I hurt anything. 

2.0: Because of your extra padding?



movita: What. Extra. Padding?

2.0: From your… coat?

Recently I went to the doctor and had some routine blood work done. My sister had been nagging me to get my vitamin D levels checked because hers recently tested very low and I guess she was hoping she could take someone down with her. She asked me 32,548 times to get tested so doing so seemed like the only way to get her to shut up.

The day after a lady took blood out of me, my doctor’s office called and said my doctor wanted to see me as soon as possible which is rarely a sign of affection and usually a sign of something-is-wrong-with-you. When I walked into her office she said, “Now before we discuss your blood work I’m just wondering if YOU have any questions or concerns about how you’ve been feeling?”

And I said, “No, but judging from the tone of your voice I’m guessing you THINK I should have some questions.”

Turns out I’m severely anaemic. Like, my blood is broken and my heart is ‘struggling.’ When my doctor showed me the numbers on my tests I said, “Oh, that’s not so bad,” because 94 out of 120 seemed like a decent grade but my doctor said, “Noooooo, that’s very bad,” and then gave me a look that said: it was nice knowing you. So now I’m taking pills and demanding lots of extra attention from 2.0 because I shouldn’t have to fetch my own snack food or the remote control for the foreseeable future given how ill I am.

By the way, my vitamin D levels were above average. And yes, I realize I wouldn’t have known I was dying if my sister weren’t so annoying.

Recently, when watching the commercial below, I turned to 2.0 and said, “Imagine being the guy who can now list ‘Stuck Poop’ on his resumé,” which started an argument because 2.0 refused to believe that the actor was playing the role of a trapped turd. So we rewatched it. Twice.

movita: See? That guy is poop.

2.0: No.

movita: Yes! He’s stuck. He’s CONSTIPATION. 

2.0: No!

movita: Yes. Look, both people in that commercial are in long, twisted waterslides. Those waterslides are INTESTINES.

2.0: NO! 

movita: Yes. And that guy? He’s stuck. He’s stuck in the poop shoot. But the woman? She slides right through. She’s happy poop. Weeeeeeee! 

2.0: No. No way.

movita: Wake up, man! You think that pool is accidental? Or is it a TOILET BOWL?

2.0: But… oh my God… really?

movita: Yup. 

After a few minutes, 2.0 was convinced and now when the commercial comes on 2.0 points at the man on the waterslide and yells, “Look, honey! It’s you!” Because the pills I’m taking to save my heart also cause constipation and this is my life now.

Stay healthy, friends!


  1. That cousin who calls you out on those torturing photo shoots on March 22, 2020 at 3:32 pm

    “Generally, we adhere to an unless-you’re-bleeding-from-the-eyes-the-show-must-go-on policy”

    …and that’s why you are EVIL my cousin! :p

    • movita beaucoup on March 22, 2020 at 3:40 pm

      It’s what I get paid for? ??‍♀️? #theylikeit

  2. Faith on March 22, 2020 at 3:36 pm

    2.0 is very smart! If you cut up meat before microwaving it, you only have to heat it for a few seconds and it doesn’t dry up. If you leave it in one big hunk, then it gets really tough, dry and rubbery!

    • movita beaucoup on March 22, 2020 at 3:39 pm

      Bless you for thinking he didn’t heat it and then cut it. ???‍♀️

  3. Karen on March 22, 2020 at 4:02 pm

    Literal crap!

    I’m so glad your sister bugged you a billion times. Please stay healthy.

    • movita beaucoup on March 23, 2020 at 7:13 pm

      I will. The world would collapse without me.

  4. Cherrill on March 22, 2020 at 5:06 pm

    I too got bugged for ages until I went to get bloodwork down – also was scary anemic. My friend was very “I told you so”, but in a loving way as she drove me for my blood transfusion (scary bad anemic) ? My daughter’s studio is doing these online dance classes now. I rolled my eyes at first, but it gives her something active to do at least, even if she’s doing it wrong.

    • movita beaucoup on March 22, 2020 at 8:34 pm

      There are a TON of great options for online classes right now – huge bonus for the kiddos. But I do think there’s a pretty good chance kids are going to come back with some bad habits and a few injuries that I’m going to have to fix and I am way to lazy for that. ?

  5. Cheri Killam on March 22, 2020 at 6:34 pm

    I am aenamic, too, and the pills give me so much energy and no ugly fat men problems. 😉

    • movita beaucoup on March 22, 2020 at 8:32 pm

      I’m just hoping my heart rate will drop so I’m not at 150 beats a freakin’ second! I’ve only been on my supplements for a couple of weeks and I’ve been told to expect it will take a year to get back to normal so I’m very, very excited for 2021. So far my digestive system is cooperating – but 2.0 remains ever-hopeful.

  6. Mike on March 23, 2020 at 11:10 am

    “telling you how much something you are doing sucks. .. is my greatest joy.”

    Really Movita? I thought you were much kinder than that, After all, you put up with 2.0.

    • movita beaucoup on March 23, 2020 at 7:12 pm

      You thought wrong.

  7. Emma Thompson-Jones on March 23, 2020 at 2:47 pm

    Look after yourself, I can’t imagine life without you! Yes, your illness is all about me. Sending loving cuddles xxxx

    • movita beaucoup on March 23, 2020 at 7:13 pm

      Thankfully my illness only requires me to take some pills and stop eating by 7:00 pm WHICH IS THE HARDEST THING I’VE EVER DONE IN MY LIFE.

      Thank you, cuddles received. ?

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