Freedom day... kind of.

Our littlest crazy dog Ellpee is officially allowed out of her cage today. Now she is in rehab. A German Shepherd in rehab.... what to do, what to do. I'll open her cage door, and let her wander around an enclosed area before I go to my group. I am still wondering what I am going to do at my group today... I still don't have anything planned. I hope I come up with something soon. Time is ticking.
My dog is sitting on the couch... please get off.... this is the oldest evilest of dogs... she just wants to look out the window.. she is the looky-lou of dogs. She should be outside, her old bones and all protecting the backyard from the crows who are ripping apart my yard on a daily basis. Really.
My girl is yelling for me to get her a bagel, my boy is not up, the lunches are not made, it's shaping up to be another bad hair day..... but I am drinking coffee and the house is warm. Life is crumbling around me here by the second.... and I'm am writing this... must go and maintain real life.

Sole.... you say you would like some fish?

Sole anyone.
Would someone like some fish?
Oh, I see you have eaten some sole.
Disguise the fish, I know they will eat.
We don't need to order in, we have fish.
Isn't this sole just delicious?
Have touched your sole today?
Add some lemon to that sole, that will work.
How many pieces have you had today?
Sole quenches the munchies.
Doesn't it make you feel better to eat fish when it's raining?
Just one more bite, I know you will grow to like it.

These are all the fishy details that I hounded Mr. Cleanandtidy about this weekend. It's garbage day tomorrow, this is where this fish story is headed.

Fish anyone...

I will write something while I sit here cornered... as my floors dry. Not sure why I washed them today.. I have a weekends worth of traffic to endure before I can get back to tidying my house before I have some people over Tuesday afternoon. I will also make a mental note to redo the duck-tape... that's what I do when people come over... a fresh swatch of duck-tape across the broken spots on my kitchen floor, a classy manuever I know.. but one has to do what one has to do. Apparently the floor will remain like this until we totally redo the kitchen. Which is a story in unto itself.. and that's not the notation I wanted to make at this moment... this is a rather fishy tale.

I decided that I needed to cook fish yesterday. Not just a piece or two for the family. A whole bag. It contained 30 pieces of fish. That poses a small problem. I believe that I am the only person that eats fish. Well, at least just plain, not processed sole fillets, with no crispy coating I might have to add. Last night I tried to disguise it in some rice so the kids would eat it... they fell for it, thank-fully. Two pieces down, only 28 more to go. The tale continues. I had to do all of this quickly... as is the usual with me. I can never plan this type of adventure... it has to be done.. yesterday. So I am dipping and grinding up bread for crumbs, failing to add cornflakes to anything, then I am pan-frying, and then dipping in eggs with no crumbs, and baking .. and this goes on till I have had enough fish cooking and decide that we need to leave for Tae Kwon Do. I now have a stack of fish fillets sitting on a plate. They almost looked like a stack of pancakes except that these wouldn't taste good with syrup. I wrap them all up and stuff them in the fridge. When Mr. Cleanandtidy comes home... he looks at me and says he's just not in the mood for fish. "Well, either was I, I just couldn't cram it back into the freezer today... after I bought all the party food for Tuesday.... so I had to cook all the fish... " I said to him. I had a stack of fish for dinner, and a stack of fish for breakfast. I am just wondering what I am going to come up with for dinner....

Officially Frightened.

I can actually say it's less than a month to Christmas. That scares me. But what scares me more is the fact that I have a whole whack of Christmas cards to ink on & children's pictures to cut apart. I am a professional procrastinator on that one. So, to celebrate the fact that I have to write Christmas Cards, I did the obvious. I got right into it.... While the sun came out yesterday afternoon for an undetermined length of time, I went out into the back yard and cut the lawn and cleaned out the perenniel garden and raked the lawn and cleaned up dog gifts, oh and raked the front grass, and also trimmed my hydrangeas and washed down the back deck. But before that, a slight intermission by taking my friends boy to school & checking out the backdrop on the school's stage. Wait, before that I went to Costco to find Baby Shower trimmings, or things that I will serve at a little "do". And yet, before all of that happened I had to stop at Tim Horton's and retrieve a coffee, and then go put my check in the bank. But first of all, I had a meeting with another couple of parents from the school, about school crap. Of course at that point I was enlightened by a couple of points, so that was helpful. Prior to all of this I was in the driveway applying lipstick in my vehicle, which my boy has pointed out that: "Let's pause for the most important moment of the day". And that's how it begins. Of course today I am frightened... because all of the things I didn't get done yesterday.. are now of course waiting in the wings for me today.. with all the other things that are waiting for me today... I am officially frightened.

How about this.... I'll try this out. These guys are long gone and in hiding or sleeping, or eating the salmon in the overflowing rivers.... I was just missing them so... I am reliving my experiences... 

This is on the desktop at the present. Nice looking ... especially when they are looking right at you. 

The Slammer's

I live in a house full of slammers. I'm not a real full fledged slammer. I save the slamming for when the extreme hysteria takes over... and the 14 year old SUV drivers door takes the brunt of that hissy fit. That's usually because I have cracked my head getting out. Or, dropped something, or have had enough with stupid things happening to me that slamming the SUV door stops all of that. BUT...the family that lives with me are slammers. They slam everything. Cupboard doors, refridgerators, sliding doors, THE FRONT DOOR, the den door, the french door, the garage door, the dog kennel, bathrooms doors, and finally their bedroom doors. It all boils down to Mr. Cleanandtidy... he just slams doors. So I have noticed over time. He's very quiet in many ways, and then he pulls the slammer routine, just to break up the silence without speaking. He is not frenzied, or hurried or harassed ( I am a very nice wife, I am a very nice wife, I am a very nice wife), or upset or mad... he just slams. You know he left about 5 minutes ago, and the house is still shaking from him slamming the back door when he took the silly caged almost uncrippled Elpee outside for her moment of freedom, and he aftershocked me with another slam coming back in. Then he left for work, and the final good-bye was a good-byeslam. The computer desk now sits two inches further out from the wall. It's time for the smallish-slammers to arise... I'll see what they can accomplish before we make are way to school. SLAM!

NO milk for tea

Today is a day for tea you see
Although there's no milk to put in it for thee
I wish I had milk, but that's not to be
We ran out yesterday around seven oclock
As I watched the last bit reach the cup with a plop
I guess I should have ventured out more
But that would have meant leaving the house to go to the store.
And just past seven I was a bit busy
Doing homework with the Pip who's patience for learning was nicer than a Grizzly
I could have rallied the husbandman to replenish our stock
Him and the boy were with the PS2 and their gazes were locked
The milk can wait, as it will not be the end of me...
As I stare down into the bottom of my black tea.

Can someone help me find...

I had to go get the dictionary. Well, I leaned across the computer desk, and pulled the dictionary from the shelf. Apparently I am having word issues. I have been plain and simply confused by their and there. Really. Now I know that I can take a vitamin for this... in aid of getting my memory back... but of course I can't remember that either. The solid facts that used to live in my brain are slowly becoming distorted half truths....and I am second guessing their existence. Once upon a time.. facts were facts. I could remember numbers like yesterday... mind you I couldn't add the numbers, I could just remember them.. and now..... I am having problems just simply doing that. I think it's all the hair colouring that's doing it to me. I wonder if I just let my hair colour go whatever colour it's going to grow as... (can't. say. it...), I will start to get some of my memory back.... oh well.... who needs to know stupid numbers and the english language anyways.... now, where is that box of hair colouring???

M O V E !

The eleven year old evilest of queens Cicely is really a nice a dog on the whole. Exept when confronted with another animal. Big mistake. For example, the caged younger almost un-crippled dog; if they were to connect that would be a big mistake. It would be kind of and "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" sort of encounter. Owning Cicely is similar to owning a magic carpet... she's always underfoot anytime, anyplace, anyhow, snow, sleet, summer, fall, rain, couches, kitchens, beds, laundryrooms, backsteps, and propped up against the wall, or precariously positioned babygates. She even leans up against the shower curtain while you're in the shower. I have learned that the hard way by ripping back the curtain, and there she is, of course startled by the abruptness of the curtain being whipped back.. she barely has enough time to move. When each of the kids were babies, and I was giving them a bath in the bathtub, she would saunter in, and delicately put her two front paws in the bathwater. And proceed to stand their. She knew that I wasn't going to freak over her standing in the kids bathwater... but I did have to ask her why she insisted on doing that. She couldn't come up with an answer. I have grown used to her overtime... except.... she is not a dog that can deek. She's never been a deeker. She get's stepped on rather being deekable. She should have been a more deekable dog. It would have saved her many times over. There's no wonder why it is that her tail and paws are just so sensitive. I can't think of a magic number that exists to express the number of times I have stepped on her. She will go down in history as the undeekable dog. Now that she's old, and doesn't move too swiftly it's gonna hurt when I fall on her, because she has undeeked one too many times, and has finally tripped me. My undeekable magic carpet dog. Now there's a namesake.

One piece at a time

As I was brushing my teeth this morning a lost thought entered my head. Would it be possible to get food poisoning from a rogue bit of food caught for a number of days between your teeth? It could happen, the food getting caught bit.. but food poisoning... it would have to be a fairly large noticeable chunk.

Also, while we were driving to work this morning, we stopped to get coffee. One for the driver (my sister), myself, and the girl in the backseat. Everyweek it's the same, it's groundhog day every weekend. The girl in the backseat doesn't have a moment to get on her restraint system( most people have seatbelts in their backseat, but in the green people mover 4-door Hondacar it's a restraint system), when the sister is already barking orders for me to hand the girl in the backseat her coffee. Today I said.. "let's give her a minute to let the girl in the backseat time to put on her restraint system". The girl in the backseat piped up... "oh, thanks... no pressure today to get this system in place".

And then... when I was being dropped at my worksite.. as always, I've barely got the door open, and the two of them are then barking for me to open up the back door to get the girl in the back seat out of the back seat, and into the front seat. The green people mover has child safety doors, so the girl in the backseat can't get out. Once again, I had to talk the sister down from her frantic state.... I won't forget to let the girl out... I said. Another groundhog weekend event takes place.

I am beginning to wonder what I actually have written on my forhead when I meet up with my sister every weekend. I guess I keep forgetting to take the "DOLT" from my forehead, I guess that's the give away.

Ponder the thought...

I have been pausing a moment here... and listening to the sounds of our house. The dishwasher is on, lovely sound... an appliance that works when you push a button. I'm a lucky person. Then there's the sound of the tap running at a drizzle point... it's watering my plant... that seems to be doing quite nicely considering the neglect it affords from me. Down the hall I can faintly hear the Pipster playing Barbies. In the laundry room there is the odd clank from the caged Ellpee playing with her tennis ball in her tiny quarters. Now, from the den are the three boys. The one that I gave birth to, the one that is similar aged to me, and the neighbour boy. From the den comes complete chaos, laughter, music, sound-effects, stories, roars of more laughter, directions, a virtual parade of pandamonium. Oh, and now they are all fighting.

I can only imagine what would happen if I waltzed into the den and announced that I had a PlayStation 2 game that I wanted to play. I can just see the reaction now..... they'll all be on the floor rolling in laughter. I should try it... those fools won't know what hit them.

What would our world turn into if GIRLS were addicted to these videogames like the crazy boys were? Now that's a crisis in the making.

Hiding Christmas from the Pip

The Pip has an over abundant imagination when it comes to colour, paper, painting, ... pretty much anything to do with creating. She loves it so much that her enthusiasm gets in the way with any real production. That is the reason why I am hiding some Christmas ornaments that I am painting. I qualify for the kindest mother award... She spotted some stars the other day that I had in the non-crafting-under-construction-laundry-room the other day. " OH !!!! I LIKE THESE MOMMA.... WHEN ARE WE GOING TO PAINT THESE ???" she bellowed in her excited about crafting voice. The stars have been in hiding ever since that time.

I have only known this girl for 7 1/2 years... but in that time I have come to learn one thing about her... it's all in the set up. She could spend an eternity setting up her space to begin the crafting/creating session... and one slip of the hand sends the supplies to the first available wall in her sight. She's quite the fire breathing dragon when she wants to be... and sometimes its more effort to tame the dragon than simply hide the ornaments. You have to play safe when you play with fire, even when it's an occasional fireball.

Coming up for air...

By accident yesterday I began cleaning out my closet...and it was purely by accident. I happened to walk by it.. and something inside called to me. One thing lead to another... and I am still here today.. cleaning out my closet. My closet serves as a mini home inside a home, similar to a dollhouse really. It holds all the elements of my life. In actual fact... this dollhouse even has the makings of a laundry room, which is not something that you would find in a dollhouse. Lucky me.
At present my laundry room is under construction. Currently it houses a washer, dryer, a shelf and a caged German Shepherd. The laundry room has been under construction for close to 13 years. With special thanks given to Mr. Cleanandtidy - Procrastinatorbuilder Man. But this doesn't irk me in the slightest... except for this ever apparant arm tick, that swings in the direction of the back of his head when he isn't looking... I'm in counselling for that... but besides that I am totally normal.
Back to the closet clean-out... I found some new clothes today, without even leaving the home, or spending any money. The new pieces of clothing have found more prominent spots in the closet now. I even managed to frame some pictures that I found... with the frame that I found in my closet. It also seems that I have been running a recycle centre in my closet. Apparantly I have a love affair with plastic bags. But they have to be separate, they can't be all crammed together and such. I also like plastic bags with zippers.. I have plenty of those. When it came down to the crunch of removing all the plastic bags from my closet.. the ones with the zippers got to stay. Also ranking up their with my love of plastic bags are buttons in little plastic packages... they are now safely located in a box all to themselves. Speaking of boxes.... I had many of those... and I am glad to say that I have passed this trait onto the girl, Miss Pipster. I even hid some boxes at the back of my closet again... just to surprise myself in another 5 years... or longer. I can't wait!!!

This is a quickie...

First... it is so amazing how much better a piano player ( I wont see pianist, I'm not a contender) you become after only one Smirnoff Ice... there is such greatnes pouring from the fingertips, masked by the warm glow and flow of the Ice traveling through the veins. I am so good. Really. I am so good with the headphones on, and nobody can hear me, and the volume is turned down low. That's how good I am. Drifting onto the keyboard with much emotion this evening is "Mona Lisa"... it really does sound good in my head...not exactly at the same time I am playing it... but I can feel how the music is supposed to sound.. even if what I am actually hearing doesn't match.. but I don't really have to admit to that!!
Second... it has to be a quickie.. Da Vinci's Inquest is on now... most favourite show in the whole world at present... Canadian content, Canadian Actors, Canadian Location.. actually filmed in Vancouver BC, and they even name the actual places their... isn't that amazing! But.... the Amazing Race has started... but Da Vinci wins out. Off, off and away....... "and the last of the ice says good-night!".

Held hostage again...

I lead a fairly simple life...work, clean, kind-of-cook, cart children around, and other junk in-between all that, work, clean, kind-of-cook, cart children around, and other junk in-between all that.... it's the same phenomenom happening all over the Americas. Anyways... in amongst the details of life, my sister somehow manages to cart me around as her "passenger-just-for-fun" person. It's a simple suck in procedure, which she has ultimately perfected over time... "Let's go for a walk"... she says... and I'm in. *** POOF *** A magic spell washes over me and just like that... I am sitting in her Montanavan. Entering this zone is like walking a plank into the abyss... I never know where her and the van are going to take me. Quite often the word of the hour is... Is this going to be a long hostage taking, or short lived... can I stop and buy some postcards for the family...??

Speaking of hostage takings... the caged kind of uncrippled sweetest silliest youngest foolish German Sheperd Ellpee... got out of her cage earlier today while I was still at my hostage taking event. It is apparent that she had her own event while home alone.... I am wondering if she was having her own "leaving" party... if she was going to go.. she was going to go down with a party. The dog food bucket was smeared across the laundry room, she had helped herself to The Pip's yesterdays crusts from her lunch, and she was standing up, looking out the livingroom window when I got home. This is a dog that needs to be on complete bedrest. This event was not on her course of treatment... she might have just treated herself to a permanent visit to the vet. I can only wait to see if her disk bulges out of place once again...... and I am still shaking my head as to how she got out of her cage. Bad little hostage dog.

Hello soccer field:

I was talking on the phone yesterday to Miss Pipster. She was just getting dressed for soccer, or at least I think she was. We were having a conversation about her impending game. "Just make sure you run Pip... just run" I say to her. "OK", she ways in her little-while-on-the-phone voice.."there's just one thing"... she continues... "I am not really sure how the infield and the outfield works. Sometimes I'm running around the infield, but other times I have to stay put in the outfield...... besides, I don't really get what all the running is about in soccer. Why do we have to get the ball across the field so fast?" she says.
Life is so confusing... did I really sign her up for soccer or baseball.... because it confuses Miss Pip when she looks at the soccer picture.. and it reads "football" club. From the looks of things.. I am not sure what sport she is playing while she is out there.

If I'm not here next week, this is the reason why:

I wish I was a quarter obsessed with cleanliness in the home, the same as I am at work. People look at me funny... but I can take it.... I just keep them guessing as to my real personality. Anyways, back to cleaning.... (at work)I used to start the day off with finding a cloth, adding some disenfectant sanitizer cleaner agent to the warmed cloth... and off I go.. and clean... around my space, the phones, the computer.. places where my hands may drift while I am work.. door knobs, the desk, light switches...scarey yes, but the list goes on... anyways... just recently we have acquired "Caviwipes"... don't ask me the solution, the strength, the M.S.D.S., the real purpose of these moist super cleaning disposable clothes... but I have a few found love. Kind of. I love them for the way they clean. Dirt, grime, filth, bugs, the unknown, if wiped out in one fell swoop. I just love them. I don't however; love the way they taste. Now, I try to avoid tasting cleaning solutions on the whole.. but it seems every Saturday and Sunday without fail by the end of the day I now have a "Caviwipe-kinda-taste" happening inside my mouth. These things can kill TB in 5 minutes... so I'm wondering if I even need to brush before Wednesday.. what do you think? I just noticed that the person demonstrating the cleaning with these "wipes" are wearing gloves. I am becoming a bit fearful upon learning this. At this point I wonder...where are those Material Safety Data Sheets?
Reason number two I might not be here next week: I think I tried to poison myself. Once again, while at work today...with my very own hands, with my very own cup, I was making a cup of "BLACK Earl Grey Tea" .. as the package boldly told me so... I found some milk that hadn't expired and a packet of sugar.. and mixed the whole lovely brew... it smelled delicious... too bad it didn't taste delicious.. so my first thought was.. oh no, now I have defunct taste buds because of the Sat/Sun Caviwipe Taste Issue... but upon further attempts to drink my wonderful cup of tea... it clearly had some form of soapish chemical residue inside my cup. I don't know how that happened. Anyways, I am certainly clean from the inside out.. as well as TB free. Lucky me. Remind my husband of that next week... when I am dead and gone! Oh... and if someone could tell WCB... maybe he might get a settlement or something... then he can take the kids on a holiday... rather than paying for the "back/spine issues" with our youngest sweetest and most patient of silly dogs Elpee.

Rid the thoughts.....

I had a flashback yesterday... it goes back to the night when we were going out to a work gathering. We went to pick-up my friend at her home... I go to the door... decked out in the one floral skirt that I own, with a matching burgundy blouse. I knock on her door... I wait, her husband answers, she rounds the corner... we look at one another.... "nice skirt", we both say... as we stand staring at one another wearing the same clothes. I owned my skirt... her's was borrowed from her sister. She was forced into making a STAT change of clothes... since we were closer to her closet. We are going to another work gathering come December... I will need to start planning my wardrobe selection now.

Magic password please

Life is good... when you know the password. But if the tricky array of letters and or numbers somehow slip your mind... that's it. You're as good as dead. It doesn't matter how many times you reconfigure the letters... the computer is not happy. And who has the hissy fit... I don't see smoke coming from the computer screen... but I can feel it billowing from my head. Better yet... the computer puts you into lock down.... and locked out. Even if you try to go back for another round after the 3 strikes your locked out... it reminds you that you have had 3 strikes.... and don't come back until your hissy fit and memory have returned.....tomorrow. So, as much as I like computers, I really do hate them. I try to keep the magic password consistant, straight across the board... not changing, ever. That only works if the number of letters is consistant with the number of letters required for a password... but if the computer calls for more letters than the password... I take matters into my own hands. I just start adding numbers to the end of my forever-the-same password. That's alright... until you need to remember the password.. and don't have a clue how many extra numbers was required for this password... and by the way.. to make matters even more interesting.... and it's case sensitive as well? ... and I won't even start about the vague hints that are given out.... they never match my real answer.... I'm surprised I'm even here typing right now....without the right answer I could be blocked out at any minu....

Twinings Tea

Todays hot beverage is being swallowed up by me via The Twinings Tea Company, and Earl Grey is the chosen one. It's a flavourful cup, full of aroma, it wakes you up and gently lifts you into your day. This Earl Grey has the amazing ability to let you read people's blogs and not get all excited and/or crazed about other peoples words. Earl Grey tea doesn't give you the boldness of thought that a cup of coffee energizes your engine with. All in all, this cup of tea is a worthwhile sip while reading people's blogs, in short.. it keeps you safe with your friends. They don't think of you as frightful, or odd, or daring of comment. It's a safe bet while reading.

Besides, I am out of light cream... and you can't add milk to your coffee... that's just yuk. So it's tea until then.....

Remembrance Day

Thank you to all of those that gave their lives for the freedom that we have today.

Coffee at the Zoo

I am wondering... and wondering. My newly caged younger of the two German Shepherds Miss Ellpee seems to coping well. She now lives in a cage... her only excitement is the jingle of the leash that gets hooked up to her, the door opens and she is lead down the ramp and onto the grass which is about 15 feet away. She is then turned around and walked back up the ramp and let back into her cage, and back on to her fluffy pillow.

Would you or would you not get depressed at this new life??? I am sure she is wondering what the hell she did to deserve this. But on that thought, she is/was quite a loner of a dog. She enjoyed just sleeping in her basket in the laundry room, where she is still located but minus the basket. I was forever inviting her to go and sit with Mr. Cleanandtidy in the den... and like some sparkle of an idea she would scamper in their to sit with him. She doesn't have that option right now.

I am kind of obsessive compulsive (to some degree about some things!)... and now I have added this to my list... how many times have I walked in the laundry room to talk to her, pet her, etc. Now I know that I will put a little piece of paper somewhere... "How much interaction has the dog had.. now that she get's to live in a cage?".... wouldn't want her depressed now!!!

A dog with a back injury.. that requires rehab.... an interesting turn in her life.....and ours. ((I should comment on the fact for the cage... this dog, although I claim her to be a catdog... she is also part Kangaroo... she loves to jump, and jump high. Which is why she needs to be in a cage.. any sign of any member leaving the house she leaves her quarantined area in a leap! Back injuries and jumping are a death threat to her right now... can't have that...))

Mr & Mrs

Meet my friends, Mr. & Mrs. Pickaspat. They are similar to the likes of people such as Mr. & Mrs. Hesays-Shesays, and The Bickerson's. It is seemingly apparent they are happily married and genuinely like one another I will assume. My interest in this real life couple lies in the fact that they "pick a spat" about the littlest of things. Yes, microscopic things.

I believe that I am missing the boat on this one. I am not certain why Mr. Cleanandtidy and I do not have these kinds of conversations, let alone thoughts about the stuff that The Pickaspats fuss over. Mind you, Mr. Cleanandtidy doesn't share his thoughts, ever, that might be part of it. The last thought I believe that came over him which he publicly stated was, "I do". I believe he may have been back-peddling since then, that started 13 1/2 years ago. Or, the next viable option could simply be... he's frightened of me and my thoughts.. and it's best not challenge them, let alone become a part of them. I believe that Mr. Cleanandtidy may have a plastic perimeter that is un-penetratable.

Meanwhile, The Pickaspat's will continue to amuse me by their presence and their lifes daily communications with one another.

OH man.... !

The other day as we were driving home... guess what we saw so close to us... just guess.... my favourite thing to talk about, write about, take pictures of.... I will say no more !!!!
Out in the the field... was the most beautiful of fattest, of blackest, black bear. This guy was so big (fat) it seemed like he could hardly walk. We watched him... and then we watched the 2 crazy chow dogs that lay on the side of the road faking dead animalness some days.. chase this guy. Exept this guy didn't chase well. He turned to run.. and then I think he realized that he was about 8 1/2 times bigger than the 2 crazy dogs... there was one chow that also realized this.. and wandered away... but there was the other chow that didn't know about the whole size issue going on.. and proceeded to chase the unchaseable bear. So the dog kept running until he hit the bear. Yikes... life in action... I said to the other guy that was also watching the goings on. "Should we be watching this life in action?" I asked the guy. He wasn't so sure either. The brown chow continued with his chow-attack.. and the bear stood his ground. It was really like going after a brick wall. That bear was going no where. Once the brown chow realized that his attempts to remove the bear from the field were in vain, the "chow-down" was called off. At that point the bear turned and walked into the bushes of his own doing.

And.... guess who was wandering down our street last night.... the big bear himself. Our neighbours saw him.. not us... of course the fog drifted in, just long enough to obscure my view.

Life altered

The silliest youngest of dogs has made it home. She has a different life than she had a week ago, first of all she made it out alive. Nice for her. The money hungry vet boys used some very expensive ( I knew that before hand) and very powerful drugs on her to reverse the paralysis. They seemed to have worked. She is now on bedrest for the next 3 weeks. A dog on bedrest... interesting. But, when you have a fine little catdog dog (as noted in the picture below), bedrest is what she does best. She is now living in a catdog cage with a big fluffy catdog pillow (thanks mom). We had a dog kennel that we use to put her in when we go away (thinks back to July and the "hell-holiday".... shudders.....)..... anyways... I just couldn't put her in that crate for the next 3 weeks... I feel like I'd be putting her in a box... which I kind of am with the cage... but at least she has an open view around her. The only thing she is allowed to do is go to the bathroom, and rest. So every couple of hours the evilest of beasts goes crazy because we put the leash on the youngest bedresting catdog... and the evil one sits at the windows and hmmm... yells and wails that she is not going. So, in the meantime it's a rest and see kind of issue... little Miss Ellpee will lay on pillows, rest, do the 2 outside jobs, and rest some more. In the meantime our bank account will lay in shock from the hit that it took from the bill... it will take much longer than 3 weeks for that to recover. And now finally... back to regular light hearted programming.

The two silliest and youngest girls of the family. 

Remaining cautiously optimistic

It is a waiting game now. Our silliest furry of evil beasts for the moment is making progress. She was able to walk today, although her reflexes (on her right foot) are still a bit slow. Time will only tell if she is able to overcome her injury. She has similar to, or the same as ankylosing spondilitis. I am remaining optimistic that her life will be extended... although I am not certain for how long. While I was at work today the rest of our little family went to visit her. Mr Build-a-ramp-for-the-dog Husband said she was quite distraught that they left her there. I will be picking her up tomorrow... not sure how I am going to get her out of the 14 year old SUV yet...not sure what magic fairy will pay the vet bill either... but that's tomorrow cup of tea.. I will wait to swallow that flaming brew.

Something isn't quite right....

On a more serious note... not that these come from me at all on this magical mystery tour that I lead. Trust your instincts. Really.
Our little (in German Shepherd standards) Miss Ellpee has been taken to the vet, and her outcome is not certain. I watched her carefully for two days, and took her to the vet on both days. They claimed there was nothing wrong, or at least nothing they could see that was wrong. I knew that was not so. This morning I had the absolute displeasure in watching my sweet little catdog, fall and flutter and flail across the kitchen and out into the driveway. She could no longer walk. She had turned into a madcow overnight. That being said, it is not funny... but that is how you cope somedays.... humour... even when it's real bad. Yes, reminiscing back on this day there is more bad humour to be shared. While I was at the vet my sister called. I told her not to come.. but then again I thought... she is really the professional at dog visits.. and putting dogs down... she's had to do it twice.. so I told her to come on down.
Now we sit and wait.... Our little Ellpee has never stayed in an expensive hotel ever, nor have we, ever. Tomorrow will bring news of what happens next.

Get this.....

We have crybaby one and crybaby two. The evilest of beasts have both turned into crybabies. The younger sillier dog has injured herself, so she cries when she moves. The evilest of beasts knows that she is injured and wants at her so bad (I'm not exactly what she wants near her for.. which is the scarey part)..so she continually cries.

Please meet the evilest of crybabies you see,
It's a good thing we only have two dogs not three.
Crybaby one takes her turn and crys,
then crybaby two gives it her best try.

A sore paw for the crybaby two,
Crybaby one must simply cry to outdo
Crybaby two is safely snuggled into her resting spot.
Where crybaby one can only watch her like a hawk.

A day in cryville isn't that bad,
nor is it really all that sad...
It's just crybabies crybabies all the day through
With crybaby one and crybaby two

Please pass this on....

This message is for the Rain Gods who preside over Southwest British Columbia. Could you please email a "temporary permit for subsiding of rain". That would be great. I will send it back to you immediately... and we can all carry on. I have bulbs to plant you know.... tulips infact... something that makes the world look just a bit brighter, as well as inspire hope to the passer byers, in case you were wondering. Is there a time extension on that form.... because I need to clean up my back yard... with all the bustle of halloween it has gone orange, from the falling cedar chunks/needles/leaves. It's a freaking mess! Yes, that's right.. now I am asking for two things.... time and suspension of rain from the skies.... if you could make it a priority for today .. that would work with my schedule.

Get me out of here!!!!

Today was an interesting day. I took our group for lunch and a visit to the casino. That is always fun... except of course when the transportation goes a little haywire. This morning there were 3 Handidart buses to take 10 people to the casino. None of the buses could accomodate all ten of us. One bus heads off with one of my fellows. Another takes 6, and then there were 3. So, I say to the lady... can we stop the bus that has only one of my guys... is this bus not taking us to the same spot? The driver makes a mad dash to catch up with the one man band bus burning rubber around the streets of Port Coquitlam, and the third bus trailing close to our bumper. We retrieve our one fellow... and he's glad to be back. The day turns out good for everyone... one of the lady pops in 2 bucks, and nets one thousand dollars. That lady would not be me. I am a magnet for losing nickels, and yet people around me will win big... believe me... I watched it all unfold in front of me today. The way home prooved to be interesting. Normally our group takes one bus there, and one bus back. Today I got stuck on the wrong bus. I said good-bye to 6 people from our group... and waited for the rest of our party to join us.. and for the next bus to pick us up. When the bus-driver turned left... is when I turned all psychotic.... WHERE DOES THIS BUS GO?.....and why did you just turn left??? The driver looks to me puzzled... she says "I have a bunch of stops and pickup to make, do you need to be somewhere?". OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG. See, why can't I have a feel for a winning jackpot from the casino? Because I had already predicted this event before it even happened.
....earlier in the day.... I had talked with my friend and I said I would pick the kids up after school, and her girl would come over and play with my girl.. and the skies would not crumble and worlds would not collide because this was all going to happen. THEN... out of the blue, later that morning, I called her up.. and said... I had a feeling about getting home today.. and if I am not able.. could she pick the kids up. After a million stops, and pickups and walking people to doorsteps, and backtracking.... we finally made it to our destination. It's a good thing that I arranged for a playdate today. Now if only I could find the winning lottery ticket... I don't think that I have that amount of ESP, I used it all up guessing that I was going on a bus tour. Oh Fridgemagnet.

When is it over?

Halloween is good long and gone. The little lady Pipsters candy is still laying on the kitchen table. It wont be there much longer... she chews fast. The sooner it's gone the better... let the festival continue. The boy on the other hand who has no brain... puts his bag in his room... and like everything in his room.... it just sits... and he walks around it all. Last night before we went out, I found his halloween bag from last year.... and dumped out the remains of his candy. Crazy kid. Speaking of remains... now that the torrential downpours have started... Halloween has been extended until the rains subside... which will be into the third week of January... we will just put up our Christmas decorations overtop of the Halloween junk. It should be an interesting look this winter.

Spaz cat.

Here it is the morning after the night before. Everyone is still intact. 2 dogs, 2 kids, 1 husband gone to work, 1 house and 10 pumpkins. Whew. Oh, and another honourable mention would be the ultimate in downpour.... so glad I am looking at it this morning. The prize of the night goes to the black jeweled cat. She lost an earring (actually a dollar store plastic bracelet, that came with a case load of similar jewelry from her friend) that I had attached to her cat costumed ear. And worse, her bag broke. Halloween was over as far as she was concerned. It's a good thing I had a strong hold on that special bag of treats at the magical moment of impact... how does that saying go again... right "shit hit the fan".... except in a chocolately sort of way. I think she even made her make believe velvety black fur fly. Really. Luckily a spectator from a doorway witnessed the brief event... while her favourite aunt and myself quickly agreed that an intervention was required....STAT. A plastic bag was produced, and the bag of treats remained all in one place. The favourite aunt (that likes to shop and buy her niece girly things) of two boys helped to conclude the episode by calming this felines fur by reminding her that she is the mother of two boys... and they don't wear bracelets...
Fireworks went according to schedule...