Some of the sights from yesterday:

Out our front door last night
A warm place among the snow
I was surpised to see the deer meandering about
I found this in the sky.

 

Perk me up...

Last night the stalker arrived on the doorstep to do some Costco shopping. Just because I am a good stalker sister, I went along for the ride, although I could have just as comfortably stayed at home, and accomplished some very small tasks... (like fixing the cushions on the extra couch in the living room, or removing the "folded" socks from the end of the bed.. you know, that kind of stuff). I didn't even take a cart with me inside the store. I went throught the cash out... with my debit card neatly tucked in my pocket. We left and headed out to a great little shopping plaza in Pitt Meadows.. once again, the card stayed in my pocket, and continued to keep me warm.

Yes... the Christmas season is quickly upon us.. and I am still in avoidance mode! I will get my thought processes together soon... as I have little time left to sit and ponder...

I got my first Christmas card today...........gah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Warm to the core.

My friend from up the hill will certainly attest to this next statement:

I have drank a glass of red wine, and am now warm to the core. It is time to start practicing my one christmas song... because one glass of red wine makes you an excellent performer.... especially with the ear phones plugged into the digital piano... I am a legend in my own mind.

In other things amazingly useless:

I believe that I accomplished not many things today. I even had the opportunity to, but I was not successful.

I did however shovel the drive at 8:00 in the morning, drove 3 children to 3 different schools all before 9:00 a.m. As I was dropping off the boy at his middle school, I thought to myself: he is one cute hunk of a child. It didn't help matters any that he was sporting a very lovely Canucks jacket with the colour blue enhancing those dazzling blue eyes that he owns. Then I hunted for winter pictures with the little digital. I made a bunch of phone calls that seemed pertinent to the current weather conditions, and thus continued to manage to cancel my Stroke Group today. I figured out that Windows XP does not burn onto DVD's. I was happy to finally figure this out. After that was done I stood in a hot shower for an extended period of time and shampood the currently fairly ugly locks. These locks of mine are fairly bizarro at the moment, and there seems to be no end in sight to the chaos that rides atop of this head. I eventually left the homestead, and sat in a very long line up at Tim Horton's. I decided that it wasn't worth wading through the mushy and icy parking lot for a cup of coffee, so I had to sit and wait patiently. Damn that patience! Amazingly I managed. I drove over to the mother's house, so that I could shovel her driveway. She had already had that accomplished. I believe that people were lining up at her door to help her out. I visited for a short while, and even managed to bring home 1/2 a dozen muffins that she had just made. I was going to stop at the most expensive grocery store but I didn't feel like battling bags, and icy parking lots and the cold, so I continued on home. I fuddled about with bits and pieces of laundry and dishes, and other boring such endeavours, and then eventually set out to collect the PIP. It was a beautiful day for a walk, but then I had to remind myself that I really hate walking in the snow. Well, it wasn't snow that I was walking on, but rather ice. Ice isn't fun to walk in. Once I was home I continued to do a final clean up of the driveway... as the king would not be happy if I didn't completely clean the driveway from white stuff. We don't want to make the king unhappy... not that he holds much clout, but rather he is a fixity sort of fellow.. and we would like very much for that habit to continue. The PIP was in a fowl mood as her playdate that she thought she had planned for after school didn't pan out. Somehow through the course of the afternoon plans had been changed.. so the PIP ended up playing with the fairly wonky child a couple of doors down. She politely excused herself after a while, so she could continue her fowl mood with me indoors. Me, being the loving caring mother only occasionally asked her to take her fowl mood into her bedroom, where she could reorganize it, and come out a new girl. During that time I fiddled with dishes and laundry, because you know.. I really wanted to feel complete. Her personality transformation eventually happened... but by that time I was going to collect the boy from his finswimming. When I arrived home the husbandman had appeared in the homestead, and was busy making dinner. You have to like that. Then the husbandman spoke to me. It was a most wierd experience. Which is why I am writing about it now. But I will stop.... as the piano is sitting waiting for my warmed up by red wine fingers to start plucking out tunes..... any minute.... any minute.... any minute...

If I was truly a good one.. I would start a scarf that I want to give to my mom....but that is only if I was truly good.....this red wine is giving me much false hope. It is best if I stick with the piano.. at least all the mistakes I make will be instantaneous.. and not gaping holes in a gift!

HA!

Bling bling.

The Chickster Pipster just gave me a chuckle.

I heard her hunting around her room, and I knew she was up to something. She has waltzed out here now with her "Reitman's commercial" walk, and has modelled her new fashionable belt. It has 3 cell phones hanging from it, and all in different locals.

She excuses herself, as the fake cell rings a bling bling...."talk to me" she answers.... and wanders away with her Reitmans' commercial walk and strikes up a conversation with a phantom cell phone person.

I fear her. She is one that would give a nut tree a run for it's money.

A HA!

At last I know... I have had this question pondering around in my brain... but it couldn't be answered until... NOW!

Yes, really and truly... I could not answer this question until this time of year. It is a rather silly question.. but it is something that I didn't take notice of, or even thought of until earlier this summer. I am even impressed that I remembered the question. Cheers to using that other 90 % of that brain that we supposedly do not even remotely use.

Ok... and the plaguing question is....

Do the stars come out at dinner time?

Yes, it is a silly question.. but I really didn't know, until now.

And yes... yes they do...

Holy freaking fridgemagnets!!

It's a deepfreeze out there!

I walked to pick up the PIP, and whew who... was it ever cold! WE did enjoy the fridgid walk mind you, and soaked up the beautiful white scenery along the way. I was having a good hair day until the walk.. but now it is just it's usual wild woman looking head of hair now.

Tomorrow it will be a drivable day to school... I wont be doing the walking thing again!

Aaaaah, the beauty of white!

 

Get it all here...

Real snow happening right here.. right now.
Pictures at eleven... or later, as it is currently dark outside, and cold, and that's just ick!!
There is something definitely to be said about "yesterday's news!".

 

Feeling Blue?

Blue... in his favourite spot, right at the counter, waiting for crumbs to drop.

 

Just another day...

This week has been a bit tortuous on the tear ducts. Even though the events didn't directly affect me, they affected me in a very large way.

My Mom had a very special dog which landed on her doorstep about 2 1/2 years ago. His name was Blue. He was a beautiful yellow/blond lab, with big brown eyes. He not only sported an unbelievabley soft fur coat, but a beautiful disposition. He wasn't a pup when she got him, and when he arrived he had all kinds of issues that needed doctoring and care. My mom was just the person for the job. When he arrived, he couldn't hear, due to the badly infected ears that he had. Over time my mom dealt with all of his ailments, and eventually when you called his name, he could hear you calling him. He became her shadow, anywhere she was, he was. Blue was the guy that kept my mom and dad connected during the final months of my dad's life, when there was nothing left to talk about... there was always something to talk about, with Blue. He was the soft head that she patted during those long hours before my dad passed away. He was the four legged friend that eased her into a new life, on her own, without a human companion any longer.

It had come to light about two months ago that he had some new troubles, and it seemed that human intervention wouldn't fix him, or they could try, but they weren't certain it would work. It didn't seem right to extend the life of a companion that had shown more love & devotion in the short 2 1/2 years that my mom had him, all for the sake of not having to feel the pain of his loss before she wanted.

I just saw Blue on Tuesday, bounding about on one of his many cushions, and then to the next. Happy to be a part of this home, where extreme comfort was his only complaint. Unfortunately that very night, he had a turn for the worse, and my mom was faced with taking her best friend and have him put down. Nothing has been the same since. She had to say good-bye to the one thing that had kept her connected to her last best friend, my dad.

My mom claimed that she wasn't sure if she could do this again, but then my cousin called, and told her of a 6 month old chocolate lab that needed a good home..... and you just can't say NO to chocolate...

Clarification on the miles

I was talking to my friend the other day about the airmiles problem that I have. I told her that I was most disappointed in the airmiles for dollars amount that one would receive. Even the bonus coupons weren't really bonus coupons. Things weren't looking all bonussy for me, but I still went shopping anyways. I went looking for some sort of deals. I had made it to the freezer section and spotted all kinds of blue airmiles tags. This is what I found:

Buy ten participating products and get 100 airmiles. ( OK, I will admit... I do like the Stouffer's Lean Quisine, they were 3 for nine bucks...!!)

Then I bought 5 bags of perogies with 50 bonus airmiles, and it was the same thing for the frozen stir-fry vegetables. I made it to the bread section, and found that they had tortilla wraps, or what are those things called... some kind of round wrap flat thingys... anyways... I bought five packages of those, which earned me another 50 airmiles.

I made it up to the checkout counter and as I was in line I realized that I wasn't going to hit the minimum $200.00 for the 250 airmile coupon... I made it to $186.00.... so I had to quickly look around to find something to buy, to round up the figure to two hundred. Fortunately for me, I spotted batteries. The bill came to $202.00.

Ahhhhh..... a sigh as I handed over the coupon for the 250 bonus airmiles.

I'm flying somewhere...

But not today!

I visited the most expensive grocery store in the world earlier this evening... and I racked up a good solid 500 airmiles. It made me smile...I'm still smiling...one day I will be smiling when I'm flying.. with all these airmiles. In the meantime.. I think I am going to purchase the PIP some super magnified binoculars with a built in digital camera, all with airmiles!

People, people, people....

Today was my Stroke Group day. I am getting quite nervous about this fine group of people. I am nervous because I am never quite sure who is going to show up, and how many people I may or may not have. I plan, organize & hunt for new activity ideas every week, just so that each person can be met with some level of success to take away from the group. I am beginning to find this rather challenging, as I only have had myself to bounce ideas off of, and my thought processes are beginning to dry up. The whole bucket over the head for sound effects just doesn't seem to be working for me any longer.

A number of weeks back, when I was completely puzzling over what we were going to be doing for the month of November.. I came up with cake day. Cake day was today... November 20th, for whatever reason. It seemed a reasonable sort of "fun idea" at the time. It really did. Luckily I was scanning the flyers last night, and the most expensive grocery store in the world was having a sale on cakes... they always have a good assortment of cakes. I was in luck. Although I would have had better luck if they would have had all the cakes that they had in the flyer. I felt a bit "dogged" when it came to missing the airmiles on the cake sale, especially when more than half the case was empty. I wondered if the cake pigs had already come and gone before 11:00 in the morning. I managed to pick up a chocolate pudding ring thing, a lemon delight, and the standard carrot cake, with the thickly added carrot icing on top.

I haul my bags into the community centre, and I am ready to roll with my jokes, and my word games for the men and woman. I had to do men and woman word games today due to the fact that I had to due some BC Lions trivia since they won the grey cup yesterday. ( I admitted on the scale of 1 - 10 my love for football sat somewhere in the NEGATIVE 275 mark). Since it was cake day, I managed to find some trivia games about baking and stuff. This was hugely funny on a much larger scale, since the majority of food that I speak of are the things that the King creates in the decrepit kitchen. The members of my group fear my stories of cooking creations that actually come from me, I end up being a huge source of entertainment when it comes to me in the cooking department. (( Although I should point out... for dinner tonight I did manage to put together a mean batch of pumpkin soup.. which the PIP and I loved...., and the husband who didn't want to eat the leftovers from last night suddenly was interested after all.... now talk about a score!)) Eventually when I get all my crap together... I start cutting up cake.. of course this was after I told everybody that I had made them... and the people that have known me for a long time knew that I was the queen of BS!! We all enjoyed the cake... people may have enjoyed the fact that it was not direct from my kitchen...

Anyways... this story is nothing to do with any of this business, well kind of not really...it kind of something to do with this:

I was a rather bit emotional last week as I had got word that one of our group members had become terminally ill. The granddaughter of the lady called me the other night to inform me that she had passed away. It was sad to hear, of course it was, but that is life. We all die. This lady would have been 84 on Wednesday. She volunteered at my group because she liked everyone in it, and, at the time that she wanted to volunteer for us, she needed an excuse to leave the group that she was volunteering at.. she didn't care for them anylonger. "They weren't right for her", she had said to me. She had started volunteering 5 years ago at our group, and her kindness, charm and warm smile made the day even nicer. She had the wicked-ess Bocce Ball arm anyone could imagine.. as she just considered it to be a bowling ball, and the carpet was her alley. This always sent everyone into hysterics, including herself. She instilled the thought in me that it is always the little things that you can do for people that can make the biggest impact. I have sometimes heard the saying of: "the world is a nicer place, just because you are in it". This speaks volumes for our friend. Now that she has departed it is up to the people that she met along the way, to carry on with the same kindness and consideration for the many others that mark our path. It was a privilage for me to meet such a fine teacher.

I brought a card to the group for everyone to sign. I was a bit teary eyed when I asked for people to sign a card, that this wasn't a very happy one. Two of the members asked me if it was a card for another person. To my absolute shock, I had been fretting over telling people about the loss of one person, when I was lambasted with the news of another loss. I just stood for a moment, and then walked out of the building. (( OK, and this is where the story was supposed to start... you know, with the title.... )).

It was grand central station outside all of a sudden... so there I am, kind of double teary eyed over the news of someone else... and every single TOM, DICK, & HARRY was outside waving at me, stopping to talk with me, striking up conversation, and calling at me. I am chatting and wiping with the right hand, and then with the left hand, and waving with the left, and wiping with the right... so I walked away from the chaos, just to have a moment... and along comes super psycho motor mouth talking man... he was wailing and talking to someone upstairs I think.. I decided at that very moment the safest bet was to go back inside where the group was, and we could talk about what ever it was we were going to talk about... because after all.... on a day which you would wish not to celebrate... we did have cake!

People, people, people......

The old goat:

The boy told me of a story from last week. I listened as he listed off the details of the event. He is a strange young man when he wishes to be, but that's OK, he is strange in a bizarrely humourous way.

That boy of mine handed in an assignment 4 days early. The teacher thanked him for it. It actually was a slight mistake on his part... but nicely, a good mistake.

On the due date of the assignment that boy of mine left this note on his desk for teacher:

Dear Mrs. X: Hamsterson was not able to work on his case file the whole weekend for he was upset about the loss of his goat. Signed: My Mom.

I asked him why he would a note like for his teacher... and he just said... "I did it to see if she would smile".

26 letters

I have so many stories, and only 26 letters to choose from... how am I going to fit it all in!

Almost suckered...

I almost feel like I should fly back to the most expensive grocery store on earth to cash in on some extra airmiles again. I took a chance the other day and bought some low fat fig newton type cookies. I even extra chanced the event and got the filling that had raspberry in them. To my huge luck and success those chicklets of mine both concurred that they enjoyed the little morsels... I feel like I am bound to go back and get more.. of course with the underlying thought that there is 50 bonus airmiles waiting in the wings for me!

In other things waiting for me.. the stalker sister has returned from her greatest vacation away.. and now she is back, stalking me....as I expected!

Pip has talent.

Earlier today, in the knick of time, I read a notice out of Pip's backpack. It asked for kids in grades 3, 4 & 5 to go to the gym at 12:15 so they could join the choir. I encouraged my Pip to break out of her shell, and go sing for the world. Sing for the masses... sing to those that could hear her far and wide. She told me I was wierd... I agreed. So anyways.. I did say to her: "go and sing little lady... this is something that you can do, all you have to do is believe in yourself". Once again she told me I was weird, and I agreed. That did not matter, what did matter was the fact that the Pip knew that she could sing, and she had the talent to do it.

She happily reported back to me at the end of the day that she did brave the big cold gym at lunch time.. without any other friends for support, and she is now an official member of the choir. My Pip, such talent.

Rain poureth over

The lady from piano called me today. The gentle little waterway that usually runs along side of her home has turned into a mammoth flood fest. There are fish that swim these waters and whatever was left of the spawning salmon were making their ways up along the roadways.. I never thought that I ever had to be careful of a "fish crossing". Very weird.

In other things less weird, but different....

I managed to squeeze the new "oldish" couch into the livingroom, without everything looking very out of place and ultra cramped. I even kept the original couch and loveseat in the livingroom space. Quite a feat. Of course the husbandman has taken an exception to now odd ballish looking room... but I like it... It's sort of a temporarily permanent fix until the extra room gets built... and I am not quite certain when that actually is going to take place...

Thinking and thinking and thinking...

The 17 year old Toyota Forerunner is busy purring around the streets of PoCo. Yae for the mechanic man... and I thought I was doing good today by creating "stew" in the kitchen. I have a ways to go to compete with him...

IN other things minor....

I am not so sure that I am going to get the Mazda 5 before the end of the year... I am just so happy to be dumping gas in the now running SUV.

I was going to spend my airmiles on christmas presents, and then 'rethunk' that thought, and started to thinking about saving them for the grand excursion to the happiest place on earth... and now the husbandman has suggested that we wait until next October to go... so I can start my christmas shopping with airmiles again. The husbandman doesn't want to be away while his sister is away. Although I am not sure how the husbandman is planning to rent an RV for two weeks in the summer.. I hope he isn't just planning on parking it in the driveway, and living out of it for two weeks.... but then again.....

OH, and the kitchen is back on, but the husbandman said it was never off.. I just thought it was off, and he let me think it was off.

I now have a second couch in the livingroom. Not that I needed a couch or anything, there are already two in existance in the livingroom right now... and I am not planning on getting rid of any of them. It just so happens this extra couch wasn't to come until next year some time, but it happened to arrive yesterday... it's for the familyroom that is going to be built... after the kitchen is completed... some time in the next two years.. I am hoping I figure out what to do with the third couch real soon.

Well, another night spent doing things, but accomplishing nothing..... RATS!

Whaaaaat!

There was no chocolate milk at the grocery store,
Only rows and rows of white.

This predicament didn't make me happy,
as it was the chocolate that was to give me the delight.

I paused for a moment at the cooler,
and my handed trembled at the glass case.

I would be passing up 5o airmiles,
and that would simply be in very bad taste.

One by one I plopped the jugs of white,
way down deep into the cart.

I came up with an idea to save me,
which I guess was kinda smart.

I swiftly sped the milk jug buggy
past cheese slices, chips and toothfloss.

At last I found the very aisle,
with all of the chocolate milk sauce!

Airmile Junkie II

I unwrapped my local papers yesterday evening, and scoured the car ads, and found the airmiles flyer. Today I will be heading over to the most expensive grocery store in the world to collect my airmiles. This weeks random selection of acquiring items that we don't need will be the three jugs of milk which we net me 50 airmiles. I am going to mix it up a bit by PURCHASING the chocolate version of milk... which will make at least two of the jugs disappear rather quickly, which will still leave me with two jugs in the fridge... yes two, as the husbandman just bought a jug while he was out... that was before I read my airmile junkie flyer.

In other things boring...

I met the car salesman of the week yesterday. It seems that every week I am collecting up numbers for guys that I may never call again. But, as random selection is capable of happening, I keep the numbers on hand, just in case I have to make a phone call for the vehicle that I may or may not purchase. I am very carefully plotting my down payment with my airmiles mastercard.. just in case some of you great people were wondering. There's nothing like a down payment to help you cash in on miles!

Is that a lake in the blueberry field

 

I was driving down the highway when....

I had a crazy idea to stop and take a quick tour through a beautiful piece of property

 

And one for the road..

The 17 year old SUV is back up and running again. The mechanicman had it running last weekend, but wasn't sure if the alternator was running adequately. He hauled it out of the front hatch that houses the motor system, and had it replaced. Last night he took himself for a drive in the deep dark night full of rain and lots of puddles. Yes, the world of order has been restored.. at least for this hour.

I drove the people mover one last time this morning to work... just because I could... that people mover.. it has been swell!

Now.. onto the Mazda people, and my desperate attempts for SOME form of car dealings....

EEEEEK DAD!!!!

The other night I was sitting watching the news, and all it's seriousness. I decided that I was far too cold watching it in the den, and I thought I would watch it in the bedroom, where the husbandman was already watching the news.. it is much warmer that way. I thought he was watching the news... but no.... it was some show on TLC... "Cheer Moms". OMG... I just howled and howled. Not only was the husbandman watching this show.. but the very fact that this very show even exists. Life has moved into a whole new dimension with "cheer moms".

Prime parking

We live on a crescent, in the corner. Our drive way is long, and connects with our neighbours. Our neighbours have two adults, and four children living there. They have four vehicles, two of which are trucks. One is the mid life crisis car that sits for special outings. This is all OK, they are good people, they just happen to have a parking lot growing out from their driveway.

The people next to our neighbours have two vehicles, except that they don't like to park them in their driveway, they like to park them across the street, on the corner of the crescent. This is rather difficult because the neighbours next door are always shuffling vehicles, and that is where they park their cars.

There would be parking on the other side of the street if the people on the other side of the duplex which are next to the two carred people would park both of their vehicles in their substantial driveway, but that wont happen, because guess what... they like to park on the street.

I don't get any of this.. and yet I watch it all the time.

In other things that I do not get....

I saw a cat roaming in our backyard.... I don't think our very own catdog will take to a cat like creature making unannounced visits.

In the deep dark night

This is what I heard............


MA MAAAAAAAA !!!

That PIPness of a girl was standing right next to me while I was busy sleeping, she needed to go to the bathroom. Her bedroom is right across the hall, but it's the "ma-ma" thing that just kills me... I immediately stand to attention, and walk ten paces then stand at the doorway of the bathroom. While I am standing there with my eyes closed I turn-off the hallway light.

MA MAAAAAAAA !!!

Oh sorry PIP, now there isn't any lights on. She learned the trick from me of putting on the hallway rather than the bathroom light, as it isn't so bright then. So hence the shriek in the darkness. I got her all settled, and she fell back asleep. So did I, until I heard:

MA MAAAAAAAA !!!

It was that lovely PIP calling me again, this time she had a scary dream. I settled her back down again, and stuffed and fluffed her with her thirteen trillion stuffed animals and life was good. While I was busy making the PIP happy in the darkness of night, I watched out of her window two fellow on bicycles ride by with garbage bags full of treasures.... somehow I don't think that this was sleepover gear at 3:20 in the morning.

Dear Mr. Mazda dealer:

My patience is running thin with your sales tactic approach. I want what I want, because I know what I want. I know what I don't want, and what I don't want is YOU telling me look someplace else for a vehicle.

In other things mobile....

I will wait... for a bit longer... well, that is if I can... as the husbandman might be running out of patience with the aging just about 17 year old SUV. He has the mess of an engine all put back together and purring once again.. but now it seems to like a lot of battery juice, so much so that we had to go out and purchase another one. I am hoping that tomorrow I will be able to drive the beast about... and leave the green people mover stationary.. although the chicklets like being shuffled about in a vehicle that is propelled by hamsters and elastics. I checked the oil in the people mover today.. and I was impressed at how stinking easy it was to check... unlike the beastly name calling freak out attack that I have in the driveway every time I look for the oil stick in the Toyota. Of course it doesn't help that I dump oil all over the place just trying to get it topped up, and then the freak out swear fest happens all over again. The new car deal is looking sweeter by the minute.

In life less interesting....

I managed to get the boy to practice his piano for a whole fourty five minutes today. I have HALF considered ripping him out of piano, as the payment for that could go toward my GREATEST CAR PAYMENT IN THE WORLD fund, but when he sits, and concentrates.. he seems to be quite capable. So, I will wait.. I hate to give up on the boy that always has a musical ear, just because the mother wishes to sport around in a new vehicle....

Surprise of surprises....

I have a kitchen table. I was not quite aware of that. I had a vague idea that I owned a rickety almost 17 year old table, but my memory escapes me at the best of times. I found it about an hour ago. Along with the great find, it looks like the PIP has left town... as there is no trace of her. It seems that it was 13 tons of her stuff that littered the table into obscurity. Now that it is sitting all wide open and vulnerable for her special artifacts, the PIP will probably start her move in process first thing in the morning before breakfast... that's if she wakes up before breakfast. Not like today.. where I had to fling her out of her bed at 08:33. Mind you, she was plush and perky when I dropped her off at the front door of the school at a respectable 8:59 and 75 seconds!!!

That Boy.... again!

I love that boy of mine. He is sneaky... to a fault. But he will learn.. hopefully. My biggest concern in life for him is that he grows up a kind person, which he will.. I am sure of it.

I told him the other day that his aunt (the stalker sister), and uncle and "the boys" (his cousins) were going to Disneyland. It was a surprise for the boys, as the sister couldn't think of any other way to tell them that they were going, that wasn't going to upset the applecart for "eons" of time prior to the departure. I believe that would have been personal torture on her part. Right after I told the boy... he smiled, and said...."that is so exciting for the boys, they will love it there..... what a nice thing to happen to them...." Whether it is his age, or basically the person that he is... I was happy with his response, as it screams to me, that my boy can be happy for others, even when he hasn't lived that identicle experience himself.

In things that I hope he will learn... that he will get his homework done. I dropped off his "finswim" stuff today at school for him, and since I didn't have a clue which door he exited.. I went to his classroom. The nice teacher spotted me.. and had some "nice" stories to tell me about "that boy of mine".

The "other" teacher is having a hard time with him. He very kindly declines her requests to attend "success" club.. which I am thinking it is a place where they get homework done. I can't keep track with his homework... he seems to be on top of stuff, but I guess it is only for a day, then he falls behind. "That boy of mine" commented today that the "other" teacher scares him, which now leaves me to wonder if that's the issue. Oh well.. they will have to work it out..somehow...

In other things about "that boy"... the "core" teacher did manage a chuckle about "the boy" and all his girl friends every single lunchtime. She wanted to know what the deal was... and why they flocked to him.... ((and this is the complaint from the "other" teacher..... "that boy" was not making it to success club at lunch time...)) I am starting to see a connection here.... hopefully someone else does as well... in the meantime... since I just happened to be standing in the hallway today.. I came up with a gameplan for "that boy" and the "other" teacher.. and the "success club".... sometimes I am caught standing in the right place, at the right time.

More people mover stories:

You have to love the green people mover because:

It has moved me

• across town
• through town
• around the town
• through the early morning rain
• and the deep dark wet nights
• it even took the dog
• on a quick trip to see the sights
• a visit to my mom
• and to her once again
• to Tae Kwon Do and Finswim
• to the public library for a quick out and in
• to my Stroke Group, which was very good today
• and then back for my boy, which has been a slight bit bad I might say
• to the Costco parking lot, to pick up the mechanicman and the kind of working truck
• to Canadian Tire, where he buys a part to make the truck unstuck

You have to love the green people mover.... perhaps I might buy one.

The People Mover

The stalker sister has left the country. I am safe from her stalkings for the next 9 days. My life should become even more ultra boring now. In the meantime she has lent me her Green People Mover vehicle. It's a Honda, and it moves us.

The husbandman tweaked his back the other day, so he has been unable to work on the aging and expensive Toyota. It was good timing that the stalker went away, as now I have wheels. He asked me why I needed a car. OMG! Just go to work husbandman!

In other things that move people:

The "Teen Tina" from nextdoor frantically knocked on our door last evening. She was happily talking to her friend on MSN, all the while her homework was waiting for her, and she got three phone calls from the "911" people stating that someone was calling them from her house. Being the "Teen Tina" kind of girl that she is, and probably having one too many scarey shows roaming through her head, she showed up on our doorstep... packing her home phone, no shoes, and a huge butcher knife, which she hauled out of her kangaroo jackets pocket. She claimed that she wasn't crazy, and she wasn't sure why she was packing a knife, although she had seen it in a movie somewhere. Eventually her heart stopped pounding, and she made her way home. We like this girl... she has spunk!

Perhaps I am on the way out of my job.. as I was talking to the Manager yesterday, and where they have increased the hours for some people, they have decreased the hours for me, not by much mind you, but enough. I might just take the job search to the next level, and that would be to find a new one! Hmmm.... some how I still don't see that happening....

Super green... only sort of.

That lawn of mine, it's super green. I have done a fine job of diligently growing up those seedlings, to make the lawn green again. Yesterday I was adamant that it had to be cut. Well, with the knowledge that it was going to start to rain.. and who knows at that point when it will stop. I have had a reprieve mind you... today is Wednesday.. and the rain starts tomorrow.

The fact that the rain has been delayed until tomorrow will give me room for all my shortcomings. In an effort to get that super green lawn cut... (in the front and back), I didn't take the time to clean up things that are not super green.

You see, as your eyes scan across the horizon of super green, your eye focuses on the beauty that comes together. But, as you are forced to move across that horizon of super green your eye can start picking apart that very beauty into smaller segments. The smaller segments that I speak of only happen on the lawn in the back yard, and are left by a certain four legged furry silly catdog. In my desperation to get the grass cut, I just mowed, mowed, and mowed. I didn't take the time to scoop up the "horizon offenders", as time was at a critical point. So now today, with another bright day upon us which keeps the temperature on the frigid side, I can now go outside and pick up all the horizon offenders with great ease.

Things will be once again super green... but only kind of!