Many shiny moments..

to you.. and you... and to you... and to you hiding in the corner....!

To all of you faithfuls!

Thanks for visiting me this past year.... I have appreciated you stopping by for a visit! Health & happiness to everyone.

A picture a day program

Stepping it up...

The sister and I were doing some talking. We do that occasionally.... just a bit. We have decided that we need an extra of walking in the week some where... it's going to be tricky trying to squeeze in another day... but we are planning on going for it. I think it might just be the big hill next to her house... or the even larger hill... the David Pathan connector... I think that is the ticket to some good heart pounding success.

After the almond roca festival that I have had participated in... I am going to need a seven day a week David Pathan connector exercise program to embark upon.

I am so excited!

frolic & festivity!

It's over... because it is... damn it.

You know it's time to take the tree down when it just starts looking trashy. The christmas decorations are no longer perched upon the tree, but are merely hanging on for dear life. In fact.. some have fallen onto other branches.. and there seems to be a large hole in the center of the tree for some reason.

The dog still likes to lie under it... so that is good.

I still have unmailed christmas cards in my vehicle... and Lujza... yours is one of them just randomly floating about next to the front seat. I probably should have remembered to give it to you a week and a half ago when we met at Starbucks.... Oh.. and then there was my little planned Merry Christmas event with your christmas card... but when I lost out on the internet... I couldn't follow through on that either. So baby.... it's all over!

Other than that... I am dulled out.

I spent a boring day at work, doing boring things, and completing boring tasks. I will be repeating the whole event again tomorrow.

The girl moped about until I went to watch a show with her... and then she found one of her HIDEOUS girl shows that she liked.. and then her world was all good again... and mine continued to be boring. I wasn't going to watch her crap... I like it when we agree on a crappy show together....

I went to read a B.C. magazine and it was one that we already had. My new book from the sister has only called to me for one chapter so far... I very much wish to read it... eventually... just not today.

Life on an angle... just by chance!

A white christmas!

An absolute spectacle... snow on christmas... it was very exciting... and my one antlered reindeer was most happy out amongst it all. Sorry Deb... not sure where the other antler went....

I'm back baby!

I was ever so lucky to get a couple of pics posted before the internet world shut down on me. Yes people, completely broken.... and it wasn't because I wasn't short on words... I was short on a connection. The world became very small again for a short period of time... what a weird feeling that was!

Chas... photo's have always been from a Nikon Coolpix E5600 5.1 megapixel.... well...... that was until December 25th... and then along came a newer version... (to my happiest of surprises... a Nikon D40 X!). It's not exactly a pocket camera any longer.... but I can attach a lense that will be able to photograph the best bear pictures in the world......!

Merry Christmas sights!

The King and his Candycane creations

Me... just fiddling with the lighting on my camera

Oh.. and "jen jen" sitting in the christmas tree

Newmantle

I need to do a little sewing..

It's nagging problem actually.

I do not feel the importance to do this sewing until I swing my arms and feel the underwires shoot up into the armpit. I am a fool, a good one... I have to say that.

It's pretty grey out there... but you know.. now that the shortest day has come and gone... it will start getting lighter now.. Yae for the light.

I bought a turkey.

Yae me... me... the turkey buying queen.

I should stop writing now.. and have my servents scribe something for me...

I will go find them now..

ding.

ding ding ding....

dinging dinging dinging dinging.

Apparently I am not the only woman that remembered to buy a turkey today... damn it.... the servents walked out...

And the pink begins...

The boy is busy building a "pink abode" for the girly girl sister. He didn't make a fuss, je just started building... it didn't really faze him that he didn't have coloured ju jubes, or foiled thingies... it's just pure pink, pink and more pink. Of course there is the technically challenging pretzel fence that he must put together as well. This should be so exciting!

There could be some trouble:

The boy went to school today rather quickly... like in 13 minutes.... barelyenough time to complain that he did not have the equipment to make a gingerbread house... lucky for him I did not forget.... although he may have wanted me to forget....

The girl's teacher is not quite as festive....(Lisa what is up with Mrs K in that department...?, if the grade sevens are still doing it... surely the little fives should still have a chance....!)... anyways...so I went to the grocery store and bought about $7.00 worth of PINK M &M's for the boy to build a gingerbread house with..., and along with the supplies that he just told me about last night at 10:00, I left him a really long note (well, I used the back of grocery receipt actually) and told him all about the girls plight of not being able to make a gingerbread house in her scroogeville classroom (the janitor put of the little string of lights for them... yes boo hoo... but hey I am setting the scene here people)... and surely with his great talents he could create a masterpiece with pink m&m's and pretzels... SURELY HE WAS THE MAN FOR THE JOB. Of course at the bottom of the note I did manage to state all the "things" that I do for him on a regular basis... so hopefully he takes the HINT to heart and sets to the task with all do care and attention... or he may just bring the bag of candy home and hand it to his sister... who would more than likely be he happy recipient of a bag of pink m&m's, rather than pick them off a graham wafered overly white icinged paper plate... on second thought.....

I can'twait to see his reaction when he gets home... it could be vile, as that is the way he left this morning... or he could just take it in stride that his mother is crazy, and go with it. If anyone had seen me at the grocery store.. they would have thought I was truly crazy as I stood in front of the M&M's... and SNICKARED away...shoudl I, shoun't I, should I, shouldn't I.... well you know the answer to that....

But we do not know the result...

Good smells

I was cruising through the mall quickly with my Mrs. Debbie friend... and we parted ways.... I left her to buy her jewelry, and I thought it was best that I went home and surveyed the christmas factory that I have hidden deep in my little abode.

I was surprised when I came upon a sale... it was a mens cologne sale. The husbandman is getting himself the big bottle of hugo.boss for christmas.... and can smell good for another year. it even came with a gift... and I don't even know what the gift is... I just grabbed it and ran.

Done... for a Monday!

I have come to the conclusion that perhaps I am just not someone that is supposed to work. I will tell the good and kind workaholic husband that little tidbit later, he might not believe me.

So the job down at the center where I actually work was busy interviewing people today for a job that isn't actually at this center, but for a job that is exactly what I do, for dementia people instead of stroke people. I wasn't one of them. This is troubling, and yet painful.

I will certainly not ask the lady "who I kind of work for but not really" for a reference... EVER! If I could walk away from this center, I would, but that would mean leaving my group, and I wouldn't want that... whatever.

I did it!

I am a changed woman.

This very morning.. I did as I said...

Now I have two blogs to upkeep...

It's very exciting owning two blogs now.

Not that I am sure why that is..?

Life is mysterious you know.

it's Thursday.

It's Thursday people.

I have a couple of presents to buy.... and some cards to sign.. and some cards to BUILD. I have more.... but it's the boring details of life.

Anybody know some good reading out there?

I went to the book club last night.... and we are reading something from 1963. OK... yae... before I was born... but certainly there has to be something that is worthy of reading after the 60's.

That boy of mine found a hill of books to read... again. Not as big as the last stack... it should keep him for about a week or two.

The girly girl even found some things to read. This little chickster doesn't really like to read.. she just likes looking at the pretty pictures in books, and wishing that it was her in these stories. Even Harold her monkey reads.... (pictures later).

Tonight is the last Thursday of Survivor... then Sunday is finale. I like it. People save your comments.. I don't care about them. I like Survivor, as I like many other things in life as well... just as you do.

I am starting a new blog. I just decided that.

Double L!

Today is the first daythat I have done any baking in this kitchen of MINE!

I had some bananas busily disintegrating in their bowl so I decided that it was time to do something with them....

I made one loaf, and then made another loaf. You know.. I just don't like combining ingredients to double the recipe... I like doing it twice...so I pop the TWO loaves in the oven... and one just doesn't look right.. I can't figure out what it is... I double check the ingredients... and everything since right...

Twenty minutes into the baking of the BANANA loaves.. I spot two bananas... just waiting for some action...

I am a banana loaf loser maker.

Now I am just hoping that they are not raw in the middle... now that would be a completely loserish thing to happen.....

HE heeh eh eh eh he he he

M

For MOVING on....

In the alphabet that is....

OK... and now to real life....

I will have to number the thoughts, as they are big and random... (this is for YOU Chas!)

1. finally.. I am having a glass of wine. Sorry Lujza.. I just don't get enough drinking time. I am not sure why this is, and I apologize for my time management problem, which I think this ultimately could be... so I am having one tonight, it's Tuesday.. and it seems all wrong that I am having one... anyone could feel free to correct me on this sit-U-A-tion. Anybody... knock knock.....
2. So I am busily watching the husbandman CAULK again... I noticed that Lady Lujza caught my little slur on words a couple of weeks back.. thank you for pointing out the obvious... I was just pointing out how much time he spends with his precious man toys.
3. Now I have this beautiful mantle to stare at. It is beautiful, except for the fact that the husbandman says that nothing will be able to to sit upon it, as the paint will be far too fresh for "Christmasy things" to sit making dents in the new paint. OMG.. high maintenance....
4. More wine.....
5. I bought the boy a guitar today. I am not entirely sure why I have....(well, the real reason is that i have no more gadgets that I can get the boy, and I am not purchasing the ultimate in gifts which would be the XBOX .360. but I can not do that.... The very expensive sister was with me... and immediately wanted to go to a "place" where they sell instruments... and myself, being the highly cheapishlike person that I am claimed that the $99.99 dollar deal found at "best buy" with the DVD for learning, a padded case, picks, extra strings and a built in tuner was perfect. It should be... the boy just wishes to play music.. and given that he is busily learning how play music off of YOU.TUBE... I shouldn't have to pay for lessons. It may have been the wisest investment yet.. I am hoping.
6. Also... I am getting my front teeth glued together tomorrow... the crookedness is gone, they are uncrossed... of course I haven't worn my retainer in two days.. day or night...so it should be interesting. Even if Mr. Dentist doesn't decide to glue them together.. I don't care... the front teeth are straight... more so than eight months ago.
7. Mr. Boy is still hard at with the xbox theme... I am not sure if I could follow you.tube lessons, and get that much out of it to play piano music that swiftly.
8. Girly girl missed school yesterday. I guess it was her turn growing this week. She appears fine in all respects, other than being tallish...
9. that boy of mine is supposed to be testing for his blackbelt.. so the grandmaster quirky and odd fellow has now postponed it.. and has made testing not this weekend, but next weekend. I have to say ... that boy of mine is in great love and admiration of his black belt instructors.. and you know.. so am I.. oh, did I say that??? Lujza.. remember Errol....L.O.V.E. Yes, I am a traitor... of the king... even with all his kingly ways....no really I still have great LOVE for the king...but there is a little extra for those TKD boys...not that they know that.
10. Do you think that there is suc a thing as a modern day Liberace, without the voice? Some days I think I have that in my son. He just chased the KING out of the livingroom and into the kitchen in slow motion... (the boy had recorded the music to chariots of fire on the piano...and then walks in slow motion about the house).
11. I missed my little christmas party this evening. I think I wanted to go... but then I didn't. I am not sure how badly I really wanted to got then... the problem being that I could not be in two places at once... I had to wait for the boy to call me from his TKD PRISON, and then retrieve him, and then go out to the party. That just didn't work for me.... or so I didn't make it work, I am not sure.
12. I got out the christmas decorators (as the boy used to call them) today. He is the one in charge of setting up the christmas house, and the princess girl is in charge of setting up all of the "Rudolph" figurines. I love those shows from the 60's... I think that is because I am bordering on ancient.
13. We went walking today... but then our group fell silent, that was due to the ice on the ground, and each of us grabbling to find secure footing along the path... we aborted the mission and were saddened by the fact that it was time to call it quits with the winter weather walking, and take it indoors to the mall... which is where I will find myself Thursday morning. Fortunately enough.. I am sure that I will find myself needing to go there anyways...
14. OH.. and a bonus... I started my christmas cards today.. I am into the D's.. which we seem to know a lot of ....the next big his is the M section.... and from that point the rest of the alphabet is all downhill...
15. How is this for a craft... I asked the stroke group to crunch up paper... white paper... and crunch it up good... and then flatten it all out again... and after we did that... we painted these pieces of paper red and green. That's all I wanted.. red and green painted paper.... but then the group went all independent on me.. and started mixing red and green together... and then started painting green with red dots, and then vise versa... and you know.. the FFFF word came to mind... as I told them that this was going towards a greater amount of work.. and I would really just like to see red and green painted pieces of paper... so now I have to work with smudgy brownish and splotted red and green paper and work with this to make pointsettias cards for everybody.... yes,... you would say FFFF too if you had this same reality.... Yes... and the people from the "community centre" do not want me to run the "slight dementia" group... I am wondering why?????

I must go.

L

That insignia is floating on my forehead.

We have reached double digits into December, and the only thing I have done is bought Christmas cards. I have yet to write in any.

Last night I sat at the TKD place where I was lead to believe that the boy would be leaving at any second.... that never happened. Eventually they paused and actually asked me if I wanted to continue to stay... and I was smiled and said NO!, and then the girl and I drove home.... and then once I got home I washed ONE platter, and started to wash another (it's stoneware)... then the boy called me and asked him to be picked up.

I will start things all over again today.

We haven't even brought in Christmas decorations.... as I haven't had the all clear from the husbandman that he wishes for christmassy things... I think I will go and find the boxes today... because you know.. it is double digits and all into christmas time...

home reno.... NOOOOOOOO!

So the husbandman has been doing some renovating.

Yes, shock of shocks...

Him and a hammer... how not him!

And what is this husbandman up to.....

He has decided that the fireplace needs an overhaul. Now he is building a new mantle thingy that surrounds the newly painted brick on the fireplace.

It should be done in due time, especially since it is an important time of year for the fireplace to be in order....

More photos...

I need to take more pictures.

I saw some good pictures yesterday... as in the eye of the camera holder, but not the camera itself.

I used up all my battery power... and must recharge quickly....

In the meantime... I will give you this:

Yes... it's summer again...! he he

SLAP!

The people at the "center" where I work are currently seeking a 'recreation therapist' type person to work with persons 60+ with mild dementia in a community setting.

I had to spell it out to "these people who are doing the hiring" that this is exactly the something that I have been looking for, for quite some time.......

One of the people that is doing the hiring then told me that she sent the job offer over to the college to attract some people out of the "TR" program to apply.

OK... so ouch... that slap in the face really hurt... but it didn't seem to faze the lady "doing the hiring".

OK... here's that word again.. cover your eyes you tender souls...

FREAKING FUCKING FRIDGMAGNETS. .... how do these people just not get it?

I believe that I will not be the first person that they call on the resume pile.

OH well... I applied for another new job again yesterday.

Man... you would think that with all this resume and job application things that I send around that someone would call.... or NOT!

By the time that I get hired on for more than ONE day a week working with older folks with dementia issues... I will be one myself.... I will wait my turn in line for that one.

Holyschmolykins

The snowwhitish hair thing has gone well. The hair colour is dark-ish. It helps to wear bright lipstick... all the time... I have rosy cheeks on a usual basis... but the rosey disposition...please do not fault me!

So.. onto matters that are only important to a mother:

The boy is coming along nicely with "the great grounding"... (that will certainly teach him for disliking his teacher greatly, and chucking his homework in his desk....)....

The ban from the TV, computer and PLAY.STATION has served him well. Well.. he has been allowed to visit you.tube a whole bunch.. and now he is busily playing a piece from "Chopin".. OK.. truth be told it is ONE of the pieces of music from the game halo.3. It's called raindrop prelude opus 15. It's pretty neat sounding... and I had to break it to him that he was actually playing classical music.... he didn't seem too horrified by it all. I love to watch him play... he's a natural. He has the ability to be a real showman... I can just see him being the "king of loungelizards".... oh yes... I see it coming big time.

OH.. so the boy told me he got an "A" on his socials test. I asked him if he had studied, and he told me "NO!". He claimed he did not need to study for socials... EVER. I tentatively agreed with him that if he brought home A's without studying, then I didn't care.

AND... Ms. Lujza will laugh... the boy is actually going to test for his black belt at his "fake" Tae.kwon.do school. He has served enough time in the joint to get it I think. Although the boy does not want his black belt, as he still claims that he does not know enough to even wear it. I don't know... if the "crazy" grand master guy thinks he can test for it.. then maybe he should... he has been asking for many months for the boy to test. Whatever. Once upon a time I told the boy he could quit after he had his blackbelt. Maybe Saturday could be his last day. Somehow I don't think so.... you know.. for as crazy as the TKD grandmaster guy is..... he raised my boys spirits beyond the clouds the other day... so I had to give it to him for that. As far as the instruction.. well...that's another painful typing session to try and spell out.


And.. the girl report.....

Miss Pips hair is turning very wavy. I tried blowdrying it tonight, and it refused to straighten. Now she has this mass of wavy darkening blond hair. Yes, that miss blondy will not be a blondy forever... I knew this day was coming... alhtough now she is stuck having a blond personality... what is one to do?

Early appt.

So I woke up and remembered I had a very early appointment this morning. I had to be there between 0630 and 0645.

I got up quickly, and went right to the appointment.. I didn't even bother to get dressed. Kind of embarassing really, just to show up somewhere in your PJ's.

That's OK I think, the other person didn't seem to mind, or so she didn't say. She just set to work doing her thing.

This home hair colouring thing... it's a pretty easy schedule to keep.... get up, colour the hair, carry on.... it's the actual "doing" that's the painful part.

I'm coloured once again... an even shade of boring brown. It just sooooo suits me.

Sasamat Lake

Eye to eye.

The boy stayed at home on Monday. I couldn't quite figure out why he needed to stay at home, he claimed he was not feeling well, had a headache, his throat hurt, and a list of other little complaints, he wasn't even sure why he wanted to stay at home.

I let him stay home, and he stayed in bed all day.

When he eventually got up, he looked me in the eye....

And that's when I figured it out...

He wasn't sick... he was just growing! I think he was just plain tuckered out by the growing thing. I know this time last week I wasn't able to look him in the eye....

So that was it... and now we will never see eye to eye again. It may be a sign of things to come... he is 12...but soon to be 13 in exactly one month.

this months book club book

I reallythought something would happen in this book, and it just didn't. but I liked it anyways.

I am just the worst...

christmas shopper ever.

I am the klutz of christmas shopping. The chicklets will end up with "things" randomly found in the stores.. and the rest of the people will just be lucky to get something. I am idealess when it comes to the christmas shopping adventures. Hopefully I will have some smart-attack fairly soon to help me in the idea department.

Although... I did manage to buy a new set of lovely sheets and a mattress cover for our bed. How heavenly.. how exciting.. how extravagant, and luxurious!

I write this as the husbandman cleans his rock in the kitchen. It's his evening ritual. I think he loves to shine up his granite, and set the lights low.... and just stare at stuff. Well, really that is all he has left to do anyways is stare at his work. He is even starting to use the kitchen again.

I am also really bad at colouring my hair... it needs some recolouration process, ... hopefully I can manage to pull off a colouring festival tomorrow... in between loads of laundry, and christmas card writing!

the Village of wet

OK, so today it looks green outside.

Mind you... there are puddles the size of a lake.

There are slushies forming all over the roadways.

Just as long as the sun doesn't shine....

# 3

I have two perfectly good working cameras. One digital, and one an SLR.

So I want to know howcome they both are able to make me swear.

Last night as the girl was making her debut with her other stage members in her one minute dance production, all I tried to do was get a picture. One simple picture.

THAT'S ALL I WANTED... THAT'S ALL I ASKED FOR...

one PICTURE.

The little digital just wasn't up to it's proper working self. It just doesn't like low light, and never has, it just doesn't perform in low light, even with a psychotic crazy woman manning the controls. These little cameras are just so smart that theyshould be able to read your mind.... "take a decent picture" was one thought I was having. Funny enough.. do you think it would perform.....?

Hell no.

I have six extra grey hairs today mind you, and I can write on my "psychotic event calendar" that I was stricken again with yet another episode to write about. Damn. Some people just get chocolatey calendars for December....

ANDDDD... December has arrived.

We have just cleared our home of boxes and clutter and left over pieces of stuff from the renovation village that we have lived amongst. It will happen all over again in the coming weeks as we transform our little home into christmasland. We have a lot of christmas stuff... too much christmas stuff really... but I like it. Its one month a year that the little homestead gets transformed into fun and frolic. Interesting... coming from a workaholic kind of husband who doesn't even get what the words fun and frolic mean.

do i , don't i do i , don't i, do i, don't i

That is the question... I wish someone could give me an answer.

Well, I gave myself the answer... it's:

I DO!

There is one HUGE problem when you coordinate a program set for seniors.. a program set for seniors that have suffered from a stroke... do you call it a day when the weather does not cooperate with you... and it's snowy and slushy and impossble to walk through... just to go a group that is supposed to work to support you, when quite invariably you could end up breaking a hip by falling through the slush......

I just didn't know what to do... as our little city has been lambasted with a dose of snow... but to make matters even more interesting... it might just continue to snow, but then again... it might just pour with rain whre the weather people are warning you about the amount of rain that is going to fall...so the amount of water on the roadways has increased tenfold with the amount of snow that has already fallen.....

SEEEEEEEEE..... SEEEEEEEEEEE... how do I make decisions about this sort of stuff?

I went with safety first, that's my motto, and I am sticking to it. I am never overly impressed with the way the city cleans up the front of the building that people enter through... so I justdecided that I wasn't going to risk it... I just couldn't do it... and even more so.. I disliked the fact that I didn't know what was the right or wrong answer......

So tomorrow it will be all lush and green outside, maybe the sun will even pop out... depsite what the weather forecast tells me.... oh who knows. god.

Easily forgotten....

Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs. A freakishly sad and almost unbelievable account of one's childhood. The book club people picked it.

An interesting lesson.

The boy is currently grounded from all electronic equipment.... everything except for the digital piano, he is more than welcome to utilize that piece of equipment.

Well... until last night that was.

I was finding you.tube videos all on piano performances, or something like that.

Before I knew it... there was the boy... so, if we can watch old Liberace pieces of music.. what about the new pieces of music.

Try Halo.three.

AND THEN IT HAPPENED~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That boy of mine was intent on playing all kinds of theme music that he found on you.tube. He found step by step lessons to play halo.three.

Now I know what to get him for christmas.

I am heading to the music store today.

I don't think that he ever practiced his current music that he supposed to be learning... but you know.. you can't wish for everything.

So...with the kitchen adventures complete...

The King has moved to bigger and better ventures....since he has had a day of rest and all.

I liked the way he put up the kitchen light... during breaks in the hockey game.... if only he could have renovated in this fashion.... life would have been much easier on him.

He has decided to rebuild the mantle for the fireplace. He doesn't really like the fireplace anyways, and was hoping to rip it all down, and rebuild something in it's place. I politely asked him not to. PPPLLLEEAASSSEEE. It was a long please.... it could have even been understood as an angry please/plead.

I had to tell him the fireplace was fine, absolutely fine. Big breath in mr. Kingman..... OK, so he let that one go, but then insisted on the mantle. I am find with a new mantle... as he promised to rebuild it 10 years ago... so you know...I wouldn't mind one now. But I do not want to be construed as the instigator to the new mantle appearing.. I only agreed to it. (Not like I had a choice in that either...)

Besides.... I have to let him rest a month or two before he begins his next project.. but that could take a small while... as HE THE KING has to figure out what to do with all of his stuff in his garage, where he is intending on building the second family room.

I don't know why I call it a second family room... as the first one will not be used as a family room... as the king has decided that it will be under lock and key, AND... will require an invitation to sit in "the old family room". The KING and his plans...they are so mighty... but the rest of us will wear him down quickly....and his thoughts of grandure will be put to rest.

The END~!

I have a kitchen table, and a light fixture to go with it.

The King found his worklist, and crossed off the last item.

The kitchen is officially done.

The End.........

waitingwaitingwaitingwaiting...

I am waiting for the furniture people to bring the kitchen table.

It has been a very long time this home has had a kitchen table.

I don't think we even know how to use a kitchen table.. as when we did own one... we didn't use it as a kitchen table.

The Pipster used it as her personal crafting space, or office network.

Remember the "Bearly There" temp agency?

I will have to dream up new rules for the kitchen table now. Maybe starting today... if they arrive to deliver it.

Glorified!

The Mrs. Pickaspat and I went to embark on the Passport Experience yesterday.

Let's just say it was over even before it started. The tales of line ups and waiting, and people, and evil people behind the counter were completely nil. In actuality... it was the commissioners that were the real side show.

Stand in a straight line, single file!

No talking!

Get your information out!

I'm over-riding what the form says!

If you don't get this information out before you get up to the wicket, you will be sent to the back of the line!

We were both processed and done in under an hour. This included walking into the building, waiting outside the building, taken upstairs in the elevator, waiting inside in single file, then standing in line staring at a room full up people, the wicket lady, talking to the commissioner one last time to get his curled hair just an inch frizzier with anxiety, back down the elevator and to the car in under an hour.

Hmmmmm...

The rest of the day was filled with shopping... now how glorius is that!

Now

The boy comes clean..

So the boy tells me that he had a good day at school. He tried hard to be nice to his teacher, all day.

OK.. and these are the reasons that he gets himself into trouble:

He was staring at his substitute teacher on Friday, and was quite mesmerized with her nose. It was all he could think about, or concentrate on.

He claims it was quite large, and quite wide.

He was concerned as to how her nose actually worked...

Like if she had to blow her nose... does it keep moving when the rest of her has stopped.

OMG... I think I will blame this thought processing on his father... yes, certainly his father.

Oh man......

Freaky Friday on a

Monday!

OK... the carpet guy was just plain weird.

Really weird.

Freaking really weird.

Maybe that is because... I don't know.

He asked me where I worked and I told him at a hospital. He whipped his shirt off and showed me both his underarms.

Imagine my surprise.

In his broken english he told me that it took 2 years for a doctor to cut him. OK... yes I can see why.

Once my eyebrows settled down, we carried onto other conversation.... he appeared openly depressed with everything.. including the amount of work that it was going to take to install the carpet.

Funny... he was the guy that knocked on my door with a carpet in his hand when I last checked this morning.

Maybe he wanted some food or something... are you supposed to offer labour people food when they come to your house... I don't think so.

When all was said and done he brought me another bill, which I knew I had to pay him. He asked me for more money than what was stated on the bill... so I suggested that he talk to his carpet installation place to figure that one out.

I meant to get his license plate number before he left... I just have a strange feeling.

So what did I do while this guy putted away at his job.....

I cleaned the PIPS room, or tried to clean... I mostly just get rid of excess toys, which I really wasn't very good at, and sent pounds and pounds of paper to the recycling bin.

As PRANCE would say in her high pitched stuff tone: TOO WEIRD!

The carpet guy.

OK.... he is here now....laying carpet.

He's TERRIFIED of dogs, and smokes.

So this is the situation so far......

He keeps taking smoke breaks, and the little "Tilly" has to sit in her cage. Well, if she were a real German Shepherd, she would be outside comanding the post.. but since she isn't, and very much dislikes being outside, she has to stay inside, in her cage. So every time he leaves for another smoke break.. I let the Miss Tilly out... she can't quite figure out why she is in the cage, and I am home. Worse yet... she doesn't like loud noises, so when he was busy banging away... she was all flat earred... I could have let her outside.. but she wouldn't know what to do out there since she is afraid of the cold and all.

He's close to finishing....

I guess it was bad timing for the husbandman to break the vacuum yesterday..

Frigid tales

Ok.. it's cold out.

I don't have a thermometer.. all I know is that it's cold. It probably doesn't help that I am drinking limaide, which should be a refreshing summer drink... but not for me... I mix and swallow. I don't even take the time to add any ice.. now that I have regular ice, all the time from the super sonic fridge that I now own. Well, I am not even sure if I own it yet.... I will have to consult my bank statement for that one.

My friend Lujza stated it was going to snow. You know.. I was doing some digging in my blog archives.. because you know... I have to make my stat counter thingy move somehow.. I came to the realization that I don't even know why I have it.... anyways... when I was looking back to November 29th of last year.. it had snowed already.. HA! already... now we are talking the 26th.. you would think that we live right next to Santa's house with all this white stuff talk.

In other things frigid...

That boy of mine is busy being a busy body. He is currently grounded from all things electrical, with the exception of his digital piano, and his other little DVD gadget, that he thinks that he so smart that he watches... (but you know.. he is just watching the same movies over and over.. and how bad can "It's a mad mad mad mad mad world", "The magnificent seven", "The great escape", and even "the incredibles" really be.. over and over again?) He's walking with a perma scowl... which means that we have wronged him in some obscure way. Of course I just went to ask him what movies he watches... and since it is almost eleven... he was his normal sweet as pie kind self again.. although he was half asleep, and it was dark. All the same.. he was kind of scowly earlier. I have to remember to take him to the library this week.... since his great grounding he goes through his comic book thingys that he reads like wild fire. He used to read actual novels, and books... but he likes the graphic novels instead... (graphic as in pictures of super heros and villans... ). Although he did do the summer Harry Potter read.

Ok.. it is cold... and the news is on... you have to love Global news.. somehow our dead dog "Prance" who lives her new "stuffed animal life", and is bossy and is mouthy... and is wickedly crumpled loves the weather girl "Kristi Gordon", (Or so she does when "the boy" is busily venriliquisting with her... hmmmm). I think you would have to live in this house to understand that we are all ventriliquists when it comes to our deeply loved dead dog Cicely, but we still called her Prance...but that story is for another day.. maybe a little less cold...

Ellpee....

Doing what she does best... hanging off the chair... just because, because why sit on the cushion below, with a towel on it for extra comfort when you can get your picture taken instead... just by sitting the blue chair. See... she really isn't as airheaded as she prooves herself to be most of the time.

Rolling the clocks

I am going to have to do something... fairly quickly.

I have now changed all the clocks to the actual correct time in this world, or at least I think it is the correct time. ( It started out that Ichanged my cell phone so that it was the same time as the school clocks, I thought that that was the most obvious of choices to make.. since it is the school clock that actually counts in the day ).

Since that great feat I have managed to get the PIP to school for 8:59 exactly. Truely magnificent people. Next week I will shoot for the 58 mark. I am hoping that by the end of the school year that the PIP might even make it before the actual bell rings.

There are issues though... even if decide to drive, and be a little late-like... there is still the trap of the signal lights, turning left, and people crossing the road while trying to turn left, and then creeping towards the school, but not being able to open the door and let your child run up the right side of the vehicles.. as there is only a fence, and no sidewalk, but rather an icky muddy/grass path, which is kind of nightmarish. If only I could be 10minutes early.. the world would just be so different.

And the fog rolls in..

I just realized the little missy is outside. L.P. has been outside for all of a minute and a half. She doesn't like the deep dark great outdoors, considering that it is the backyard and all. I just looked up out the NEW window, and saw that the colours had become muted, because of the fog. I opened up the laundryroom door, and she was pressed against the logs outside, looking sheepishly about. She heard the turn of the doorknob and was at the door within milliseconds. See, this is how real German Shepherds behave. The little missy had herself watered and back up onto her favourite resting place.. the big blue chair within moments. Life is peaceful once again.

That guy that is on "at the end of my leash" would have a fit. .. A dog on the couch, which is an absolute NO NO. (They get confused by their status in the pack). I don't think this applies to the little missy, as she gets confused who she is on a regular basis, never mind sitting on a couch.

I just sent my boy off to school. I told him to be nice to his teacher. Right... it's Friday.. and it's the MAN teacher that he likes, there will be no problems today.

Mind you.. the four other days of the week have prooved to be a challenge. I have surmised this by the boys reactions and comments to me about himself. The four day a week teacher has no email address to reach her at, so I guess this situation will carry on until she goes on maternity leave. This situation didn't occur last year, at all. So I am thinking that it is a personality clash, and if the teacher wishes to chronically call upon the boy and point out his pitfalls, then she will have to bare the brunt of his reactions. Whatever. There could be bigger things in this world to be concerned about. I just ask that he be polite and treat her with respect at all times. Even when he is finished with his science text and the assignment, and cleans up the bookshelf, and she yells at him for fooling around, when he claims he was tidying it up... which she admits that he did tidy up.. but then yells at him anyway for fooling around. Oh brother.... life is funny... it's a good thing I am not living his classroom life.... he might just have to learn the hardway I guess.

Working boy.

I have set the KING up with a challenging task. He is painting the fireplace. Hopefully he is painting it the right colour... as he seems to be complaining about it a bit. The KING never complains, it's not in his nature... maybe he has turned over a new life, and is going to start complaining about his home renovation projects.

Infact,... just now the KING called out to me in a rather awful tone. I believe in fact that it seemed angry to me.... in fact I think he really doesn't like his current home renovation project. He just reported that he will be much happier tomorrow when he gets to paint the walls.

He might be happier if he took that really bright spotlight off of his working situation. It's the door that is angering him.. I am sure of it.

I just suggested that very idea to him.... I was met with a blinding look.

eeekkkkk

How the heck do I write a resume? I have been hunting through the internet to help me find some juicy bits to add to my non descript self.

I am not interested in the writing part, I am only interested at getting the job part.

So here I am .. with many words to spill across this screen... and when it comes to writing about ME... I can't seem to throw it all together. Well.. I will have to come up with something.. as I have found a job that I think kind of suits me. I called today and quizzed the human resources girl about it, because you know.. me with job offers flying through every window of my home on a regular basis should be very picky. I think.

Yank.

I had my last wisdom tooth ripped out of my face yesterday.

I am no longer 1/4 wiser any more.

I used to be a full wise person, and slowly over the years the wiseness slowly got ripped away from me.

So now that I am zero for four on the wise scale, it's going to be difficult to monitor the wisecracks that are going to find me.

See, this has turned stupid already.

(the pip will not even let me help her with her homework... long division... not even an ounce worth).

HOLY crackersmackers.

I have just had the experience of high speed.

Whhhheeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwww.

Do you know how many Liberace videos I have watched on Youtube?

I have started on some good viewings of the Lawrence Welk show!

Now I am really going to experience the high life...

Even Google Earth has intrigued me once again.

I don't know if I am every going to be able to shut this off.

I even missed Seinfeld tonight...

It is late.. must make the boy go to bed... he will stay up for the rest of the night reading... now that he has lost all privilages from the husbandman for not doing his homework.

Where do I take the glass.

The boy regularly reports on his "hotness" level. This is where he reports how many hugs he gets in a day. The more hugs, the hotter he is. Twelve year old logic, yes, it hurts.

Anyways.., it's a Saturday night, and I am on chronic hold with the telephone company, you know.. I have nothing better to do, as the husbandman is busily stripping wallpaper, and the children are at their friends houses.

There is a knock at the door which the husbandman goes to answer. It's four giggling girls all asking for the 12 year old boy. (Much to his "maybe" happiness, he was out). Then one of the girls asks for me. She tells me that her mother is having a party, and since they were banging on our frontdoor looking for the son, her mother suggested that I come to her party.

Certainly.

I love being the afterthought party guest.

I arrived with my 1/3 bottle of wine... ( I did not drink the other 2/3rds BTW)... and drove 9 houses down the other side of the street... the darker side of the street... which I guess to me equates to the "bad side"... where I knock on my friends door.

I was so glad that I joined in the party fun. I didn't have a clue who anyone was, except for my friend... I had seen two couples once before.. but I didn't know them.. and I didn't really care. I was going to stay for an hour, as I didn't bring that much juice with me... and since I was an afterthought.. I better not have overstayed my welcome. Yes, right.

A number of jello shooters, and a margarita and a half later.. I did arrive home. I forced myself to leave... as I had to get to work for the morning.. and only having four hours sleep the night before.. I thought I best make an attempt at being responsible. Well.. responsible to a limit.. since I jumped in the car and drove around the street to the homestead.... what a risk taker! HA.

The party goes people were hilarious. Completely. Some people don't even look like they would be as hilarious as they are... and I was sad to go. I was especially sad to exit the exploding conversations... exploring what is reality, and fantasy... interestingly enough the "men" in the conversation could not grasp the difference. The story teller had to move into graphic details as to the difference.. and they were just barely coping with that. OMG. We needed another round of jello shooters to connect the synapses.

So there it is... what was to be a boring night of wallpaper stripping watching turned into a third of a glass of red wine...

Highspeedless

I have finally switched people... f.i.n.a.l.l.y.

But hold on.. not that fast.. I haven't quite switched...as I am having a hard time switching over.

I opened up the computer and popped in one of the antennae thingys, and then connected modems and cables and CD's... and I waited... lights flashed and screens popped up... except the confirmation of a secure wireless connection. I have all the right stuff... but somehow it isn't quite in working order.

It's a good thing that I did not get rid of my dial up quite yet. I would be so lost without it.

I am enjoying my new chincy computer desk with wheels. It has moved back and forth the kitchen a number of times already.. and it makes it easier trying to find the back of the computer.

I bought a new flat screen... I like that too, although with the limited amount of space, I can't have my super sonic speakers hooked up, so the monitor does have a built in speaker along the bottom of it... but it isn't quite the same.

Eventually things will come together... and I will be touring around the world via the internet much more.. as pictures will come in much quicker than the current snails space that we currently work at!

Today might be the day...

I think I will go and buy some christmas presents.

I will also buy paint, in three colours.. (big decisions here people).

I definitely will go and buy some picture hooks.

It's Friday... so it is important that I apply for a "new job". This is almost a hobby of mine now.

As always... laundry will be on the "to do" list, it's a given.

I might have to go and buy more groceries. The husbandman of mine has taken to making his lunch for work now.... it has only been 17 years worth of take out... so that's not bad. (Just so you know.. I read this book... it was his "memoirs"... so it's completely open to ones interpretations and perceptions). God.

I can't remember what the first line of my post actually was...

A day late... but not.

I flipped up this page yesterday. I had many things to write, but got called away. It seems that I neve made it back here.... I am sorry to my loyal three readers. You are special people, thanks for coming back!

so.. the reason for my extreme writing need...

I am this "volunteer walk leader" .. or so the people say I am. Yesterday I had one person call and cancel, as she had a cold. I show up to do the walk... and I felt like I was loitering about the building. It was only me and my shadow that arrived for the walk today. It's a drop in thing, so if people do not come... well, they just don't come.

I wondered what I should do...

I left, and didn't walk down the trail. I am glad about this.. I went over to the Town Centre Stadium and joined the walking people there. I have walked there many times before... and came to the realization that I really like walking around this oval rubberized track. Yes I do. It seems kind of boring to walk in circles, but you know.. if you are out for the exercise of walking, with no thought process involved, this is the place to visit. Now, you do not get the same smells as you would walking through the trails, with the fish spawning, and dew drops falling, but in the whole scheme of life... I don't think they missed me. I was just extremely excited to walk as fast as I could, and not worry about puddles, slugs, hidden roots and dead rodents. (I saw this once on the trail).

It was a very exciting experience... again.

the girl and I

That girl of mine. I always say that, for as long as I own the girl... I will always say that. Oh well. My life is boring. God.

Anyways... she tells me she has homework, and clearly states that "dada" will be helping her with her homework, as it's math, and he always does the math with her.

Last week she got a sucker from the teacher, as the teacher stated she was so proud of her. She was the only child in the class that understood the concept being discussed, and the girl got all the questions right that the teacher asked of her in class. This is big news here people.

On the other hand... the husbandman stood for hours in the kitchen with the girl... and discussed the math questions. I could hear dialogue and conversation for a great long time.

If the tables were turned and I would have been helping the PIP.. a psychotic event would have ensued, and we would have had a ritual math textbook burning.. I just know it.

This afternoon I ASKED the PIP if I could help her with her homework. Yes,... I asked her. Almost like an intervention really... I asked her for five minutes. I was quite happy when she agreed to letting me help her. Thank the lucky stars for me.. it was only multiplication... yes.. real math... real things that I could actually help her with. But then things took a downturn when she couldn't write her numbers in straight columns and then insisted that only "dada" could help her.

He eventually made it home... and they created math columns together.. in great straight lines. A miracle...

I frighten people

Yesterday the husbandman and I abandoned the homestead work to venture forth on a fieldtrip to buy wallpaper. We bought a little more than wallpaper. After we collected our wall wares, we went to find something to fix our ancient carpet. It's ancient, deeply ancient.. probably even before the Egyptians, or maybe just after.

Luckily we had the good fortune of owning a carpet that was basically beige. Beige is good for some things.... especially when you are an ugly carpet. It's only really ugly because it's flat and old, and probably really filthy underneath.

Have you ever tore up carpet and found a layer of fine silt? That is what we found in the hallway once upon a time, our bedroom once upon a time, and the den.. once upon a time. There was lots of silt then... I can only imagine what siltstorms are happening beneathing our feet as we roam about.... ick. But... since this room isn't a high traffic area, we decided to recarpet, rather than laminate floor it. Don't get me wrong.. I absolutely love the no carpet situation that I now live with... but I also like the warmth that a carpet brings to a room. Even if we spent a the money to put down laminate flooring, I would have only laid a area carpet over top of it. Now we are going to get some stain resistant minutely designed NEW beige like carpet. Absolutely perfect I say.

There is one small issue... the husbandman has been holding out on all his big overtime gigs, and decided that he was going to put forth all his cash towards his JEEP fund.

So... while we were at the carpet place I gave him the option of buying far cheaper flooring. I offered him up the chance. I had the carpet man howling in laughter with some of my questions to the husbandman. The king didn't know which way to answer... or just run.

I quizzed the husbandman how much longer I would be on the scene, and would it be worth it for him in the long run to invest in such a carpet. I then asked him if this was part of the JEEP fund, or would we have to come up with this carpet cash somewhere else. Then I asked him if the new carpet would draw him to the livingroom where we would sit and "chat". Now if anyone knows this man... they know he doesn't chat..... EVER. Then I asked him the question of whether or not $250.00 really does make a difference over the course of the next 25 years. As I sat at the counter/register I made the claim that the husbandman would have to forfit his JEEP fund at this time so that we could fork over the cash for the new carpet... otherwise I was taking the cheap stuff that we would most likely have to replace in a couple of years. Now.. anyone knowing the husbandman would know that he would never stand for that.... needless to say... I left the carpet place happy, the husbandman left the carpet place poorer... and we left the carpet selling guy shaking his head and laughing. Although .. I think I may have frightened him.

I was at work today

My friendly friend the heart surgeon choked on his salt free soda crackers.

I let him.

I claimed that I wasn't entirely high strung and psychotic all the time.

He told me that there was no possible way that my personality could change that drastically ....

EVER.

I offered him another package of soda crackers... with a smile.

I'm missing something...

the Pip!

She has left for the Pickaspats for a sleepover.

I call home to the workaholic husband, and the world is silent in the background... the Pip has left the building. That PIP she is always around doing something.

So.. in things left over .....

We went out Saturday night. I wasn't remotely psychotic from work... because I was able to actually leave work unpsychoticlike. How big of me I say.

We didn't actually just go out the two of us, for that would never happen, we had an invitation to attend a "do". It was good, the husband and I were one of the first people to show up.. the rest was family people sitting in the location of fun. I announced that we were the neighbours, and for people not to be alarmed. Other neighbours arrived, so it was all good.

My one neighbour friend is extremely out of this world. She has a remarkable ability to reel in the husband of hers, *and keeps me splitting a gut in laughter* and yet her ideas in her mainstream life attack me like a bad batch of spiders in a banana plantation. So anyways... she announced to the husband that she is wearing "the boots"... he arrives to see her wearing "the boots", and then has to hurry home to put the children to bed, and then himself. She claims she holds the power, as she is the wearer of "the boots", and they have magical powers.

Many drinks of wine, and other assorted beverages later... and I almost believed her.

I live a simple life.

Enough said, we don't want to delve further into that last statement.. it could get scary.

Friday files...

This week has been beautifully sweet.

No running around like a crazywoman.. (although the hair doesn't reflect that fact), no panicked committments to uphold... it has been lovely. I didn't manage to even do all the laundry....and I have no idea why... but you know what... I DON'T CARE!!!!

So earlier....

I bought the dog a bone. I have felt rather sad for her... as she has started a love affair with an old bone that has sat outside for the longest of times.. and she marches around the house with... which has us all wincing... as she narrowly misses all the fresh new walls around this place. So now... she is scraping away at her lovely new friend... it's almost like living in the dentist chair having your teeth cleaned... except the noise isn't coming from inside your head, but rather from the livingroom, where her cage is.

The girl and I went to a movie. We were going to see the B.Movie.. but at the very last second she spotted another movie that she wished to see... in fact I don't even know the name of it.. something to do with a football player that has a daughter show up out of the blue. It ended up being a very cute movie, and we ate popcorn for dinner.

I plucked colours from the colour rack thingy from Home.Depot earlier. It was a stat visit. I had already spent time at the Benjamin.Moore paint place today, and yesterday.. and still didn't manage to come up with colours. Well, I came up with colours... just not the colours that I wished to have...I think I got it right the third time around now.

My friend came over. She was wowed by the change in the house. She didn't believe that it would have looked so different. I think I am used to it now... well except for the fact that I keep opening up the wrong drawer to find cutlery. I haven't even unpacked any of the kitchen stuff from the garage yet.... it is all deeply hidden out there somewhere...

I took the boy to get a videogame. I told him I wasn't going to pay for it, so he brought his wallet. He is such a sweet guy, so tall, genuine, handsome, witty... but not strong.. he managed to drop his wallet, which sent his $200.00 that he is packing around flailing about. I wish him "enough" in the smarts department.... but I think his lovely blue eyes, and dark eyelashes will get him where he needs to go..... as he won't be able to hang onto money. I think the next visit is to the bank.. he needs a bank card.

I had about four hairstyles today. I didn't really do it on purpose... it just happened that way. I have to admit... all the ways were not exactly exciting, but when your hair controls who you are, then you have just let some things go. I particularly enjoy chatting with people that have just come from the hair salon.. as I did earlier while I was waiting for the PIP from her swim club. So there's this woman perfectly coiffed... and then me... slightly psychotic me... with hair to match. So the whole while we are having a conversation, I am having a secondary one in my head. "For crap sakes Deanna!!!!..... why do you insist on this hair controlling you... ??... see her hair.. she wants a change, she gets it cut...." and on and on it went.

well... it must go read a book... has anyone read "the kite runner"....? it's coming out in the movies, and I keep picking up the book to read, and never do....

Friday

This was still around...

Yesterday! I can't believe it.... but it will quickly die now that I have covered it up, and put it to bed for the winter.. who knows if it will return next year..

the most beautiful things....

Before the change.

bizzaro world

yikers mikers...

Woa....

yikes.... that's a change.

Still studying.

Now the girl is busy helping the boy study.

I am completely ignoring them.

All I hear is the boy nattering and nattering and nattering... and the girl is cheering him on.

The tired little proper bone eating dog (sorry Lujza) is trying to sleep in her cage, but has now left the livingroom.

I have the hiccups from drinking some wine. GGGGGGGGAAAAWWWWWDDDDD.

The husbandman is still working on the kitchen. I don't think he is ever going to be finished working on the kitchen. He claims that he is not going to officially turn it over to me any time soon. ( I am OK with this people... as I am not responsible for the cleaning, and food churning that the kitchen can provide.. mind you... I wandered through save on foods earliers and managed to find lots of people to talk to.....) Well, he might be done soon, as he is going to start painting the livingroom this weekend.

So... I am planning on going to bed fairly soon... I wonder if I should tell my children this same thought.

I am wondering what is going to happen to my boy. The quirky prinicipal said hello to "the handsome young devil" today as he walked past, and without missing a beat.. the boy responded "that I am", and just kept going.

I can't even keep up with his voices and mimickry, and other weird things that he does. Although.. I am liking the fact that he is busily putting together "the wedding march" music that he hears in his head.... in fact tonight he adventured forth even further than I could imagine on his own. Yikes! I find that interesting. He is also finding the music to "welcome to the black parade" on his own. I like this song.

Well... it is closing in on almost 10:00... I think I should put children to bed...or something remotely parently responsible. The KING is currently mesmerized with his kitchen tasks... as he always is.

Must go...

Still studying.

I need help.

I am not sure if anyone can actually help me. But really.... I need some help.

I have a complete comedian as a child. I can see why his teacher is truly frustrated with him. He is chronically funny, or attempts to be, and has no regard for the fact that school might actually be a serious undertaking.

IN reality... the boy is getting worse. I have spent the evening trying to study with him... and I am not sure why I am bothering. He has had about 10 different voices come out of his face, and played five different songs on the piano, and has come up with at least 5 different characters to mimic, and then worst of all... he has told me 20 separate stories of all the things that he has watched and observed on TV.

This is dangerous territory people... very dangerous territory.

Fog & Light

It's Standard Time around here. We set our clocks an hour back. I love it really... because now it is light out again in the morning. Currently it is foggy out there, but once it burns off, it is guaranteed a sunny day... that is if the fog leaves, as some days, it has been known not to leave.

In the evening it is now dark earlier... but really that is alright.. only because now I can stop fussing about getting things done outside.. and read what's on my book list.

...... hmmmmm

I was just enlightened to the fact that we do not have any coffee left here... the KING is the cause of this. Him and his KINGLY ways. He will pay.......

The KING is done?

So I was talking to the KING.

It is the rare occasion that do speak with him, as he generally does not speak to anyone.

I asked if the kitchen was done. He sighed and said "no", and then ws just about to start on his list of things that he had to attend to, when all of a sudden I saw one of the undermount lights fade out and then come back.

He walked to the counter, leaned on it, stared at the light switch, and responded... "that is very strange...." and then sauntered away.

The KING has a longer list than he anticipated.

Let's go for another....

The girl has no school today. Which is why I am here. I have time to type. Well, not a lot of time, but enough time to jot down some thoughts, comments, weirdities and assorted events.

OK, so the boy was completely put out that the girl has no school. He was kind of freakish about it really, that "the little babies" can't handle staying up late. "Yes, that is right Mr. Nightowl, they can't," I said to him. He told me he wasn't going to school. I wished him good luck on that part. He very reluctantly got up this morning, got himself ready, and was almost out the door when the princess called from across the street. Her dad was giving her a ride to school today. I almost didn't think anything otherwise, as she went out as Paris.Hilton last night for halloween and walked around in 3 - 4 inch heels. Poor Paris, being driven in a domestic vehicle...

In other big ticket items of the day:

I have a full compliment of assorted lightswitches, plugs and dimmers installed in my kitchen now.There is enough lights in this space to almost believe that we live next door to the sun. Bare in mind that our kitchen once upon a time had ONE light fixture installed in the centre of the kitchen. OH, I lie.. another flourescent tube thing above the sink with that weird glass. GAWD.. I am such a lying liar double lying lady....

OK, but now I am not... I kid you not people... the SUN lives in my home, and I am at the mercy of making it shine or not.

So ya....

More random thoughts....

The sister told me she was dressing up for halloween. OK. Have fun with that. I did not even fathom for a second that she was completely dressing up. Someone knocked on my door yesterday, into the late afternoon... it was a Jack Sparrow and Harry Potter. They were very cute, and I welcomed them inside... (on any other day they would commonly be known as "the mitchy and lexy"... or, the nephews. Anyways.. I see this blond haired woman scampering across the front lawn carrying a pumpkin.. and I think ... "who in the heck is that?".... and that's when it dawned on me.. it was the sister. HOLY CRAP did I howl. So there's the sister dressed in a bright turquiose poodle skirt, a white shirt, a blond wig, pink scarf, black rimmed glasses, and saddle shoes. She was a scream. I couldn't stop laughing. Actually neither could she when she handed me the Millecicinthe costume to put on. She said it captured my true nature.... especially when I started yelling at a guy to slow down on our street. The sister said to me.. "how can he take you serious in that get up Deanna..... think about it"... So true.

Oh this has been so luxurious to sit down and write random thoughts... absolutely luxurious. I am even drinking a cup of coffee while doing so... I have so many thoughts to spill.. I only hope that I can retain the images for me long enough to write them... but for now I must start my traintrack ritual... and get out in the real world to do things... it's almost as if I was riding in first class this past hour........

thanks Mrs. Pickaspat.

The other night I was talking to Mrs. Pickaspat on MSN. It's a very handy little tool. We started talking pumpkins. Well, the fact that I did not have one, and she had an extra one. PERFECTO BEANS I say! It arrived on my doorstep at lightening speed, and was sliced, hollowed and carved for the little pumpkin paraders that came around. It had a very cool stalk, so I kept the stalk and carved some squinty eyes, and a gritting semi smile, and put a clown wig on top. There. A job well done... thanks to Mrs. Pickaspat!

Next year I am growing pumpkins again.... apparently this year, there was a shortage.

Annnnnnd.... I'm back.

I have been riding an endless railway track I think.

Giga, giga choo, giga giga choo.

I have the constant flow of words running through my head "now do this, now do this, now do this, now do this", which was translated to the above music. Every moment of my days have been a thinking process, and then yesterday, all of a sudden, the train hit a station for a bit of break, and I talked on the phone for an hour and a half. OMG!

I did try and post a halloween picture yesterday, but when it didn't take the allotted 2 minutes time, I aborted the mission. The train I am on doesn't quit until Monday, but I can make it that many more times around the track, now that I know the ride is coming to a close. Interestingly enough I am going no where, it's just the amount of jobs that I have had to accomplish that have kept me thinking and busy.

giga giga choo, giga giga choo, giga giga choo...............

It's a full moon out there people.

I am greedily sad.

Yes I am.

A brand new kitchen... and what is it that I want?

A zoom lense, the camera to go with it... and some chocolate.

I could take a picture of the full moon... or something like that....

In the meantime:

The husbandman is putting the finishing touches on the kitchen. things like plugs, kitchen sinks, dishwashers, and something to do with a cocking gun, or something....

Yes.. this is true..

I sent away a resume today.... for a job that I really do not want, but I am wanting a change.. so I have to do something... I wonder if I am going to hear something.. as this was the cover letter that I sent:

Auxiliary Seniors Centre Assistant 12007 -100340
My resume is as boring as the paper it is presented on, and I never really know what to write on a cover letter, but I thought that I would add some additional comments:
I never thought I would see the day that my two existing jobs actually combined, and would become one… and I would see it listed on your website as an “Assisant”. .

After spending 20 years at RCH for a temporary position, I would consider myself as having a “black belt” in customer service. My other two real jobs revolve around older folks, or just folks in general. I have had a huge amount of experience dealing with lost folks, confused folks, slow folks, funny folks, stressed folks, and even appreciative folks.

My job at the hospital requires me to be “the smarty pants” of the ward in regards to the computer. Over time I have learned that these inanimate objects draw fear in some people, except for me, I have learned the ins & outs of the computers world, (also mainly so I can keep up with my children…).

As far as handling cash, I collect drop-in fees and put them in a little canister with a duck on it, which isn’t challenging. In regards to handling money in real life, I do so, on a daily basis, and by all accounts I am pretty good at handling money. I generally have to try and hang on to it tightly, as it seems to drift away very quickly.

I look forward to hearing from you...

Sunday reality check.

Rats.

How is it that the weekend should go by so quickly?

It's done and over.. and I haven't even done anything. Except work... oh yes, can't forget about that.

I am busily sucking back some Kirkland childrens vitamins ..... still..... they are just hideous tasting. I only have about 196 left to go before the bottle is finished, and I can chuck it into recycling. They don't expire until Jan 2009... rats again. I will just tuck them back into the left side of the computer monitor...

I sent away some emails to people that I know. Big thanks to those who emailed me back.. and a no comment to those that are busily in love and have no time for boring people entering your in boxes without a glint of fun in their lives....he h ehe he heh he

I boiled up a spot of tea in the new microwave earlier. This will probably freak my friend Susan out.. I am sure of it. I wanted a cup of tea.. and the kettle is sitting outside on the OLD STOVE.. and it isn't shiny enough to come back into the new kitchen. It did the trick, and I was happy... until the tea was gone, and I wanted more.. now it's almost too much work to go for a "do over".

I had a bunch of chairs delivered here today. They are sitting out in the garage at the moment. There was supposed to be a table attached to these chairs, but it got damaged in the process of arriving... so another one will be arriving in a couple of weeks, or something like that.

The KINGhusbandman is claiming that he will be completely done the kitchen by this upcoming weekend. He has installed all of the tile (backsplash).. and it looks wonderfully amazing. There are still the switches, light fixtures, sink and dishwasher to finish up with, and some grout for the walls.. but the time will be coming soon that everything should be complete.My camera batteries are currently charged and ready for picture taking... but with things not completed, I am not going to start snapping...

I think tomorrow I will unload my old refridgerator, and reload the new refridgerator...right now we are living out of both. It seems kind of weird.. I just haven't got around to emptying the beastly object.

The boy is currently learning the "jurassic park" theme on the piano... it is very pretty.. I didn't realize how pretty of a song it is... I would just not say that to him.. as he would not want to be learning a pretty song... or at least I don't think he would.

I have a new dryer as well.. we have had it for a couple of weeks actually. I like the way I can't even count to one mississippi before the buzzer has finished buzzing. That puts a smile on my face. Earlier... what didn't put a smile on my face was the music that they were playing at safe.way. The assistant manager told me that he just tuned it out. I said to him that is probably because he isn't a highly psychotic woman that has just come a frantic day at work, with twenty other things on her mind, plus an invisible shopping list to work through. He just stared at me. Hmmm... odd of him....

I saw on the front of some magazine while standing in line to pay for groceries that prince william will not be king... well.. I was thinking that exact same thing.. my very own prince william will not be king. What a coincidence.

I had a meeting with the boys teacher the other day. The school gave us a days notice. It was a very tricky thing to do.. although I still managed to call and make an appointment. When I asked the secretary what spots were available, she quickly told me ..."all of them"... I met with the boys teacher, which I was very nervous about.. as I had made a list... a list of things that I wanted her to read. She probably thought (and still does) I was nuts. In the end she was most impressed with the fact that I had put some thought into our 1o minute meeting. She stated that he was an interesting mix, and he kept her on her toes. Well that's alright by me then. My friend didn't care to meet the teacher, all she cared about was the fact that her child was in the challenge program. Raw raw!

Yesterday instead of going to work, I went off to a meeting... it was a long drive... but it was a good drive.. because it was on a Saturday. In enjoyed it very much, and met a woman, who I had known only once a year for the last five years, ... that we are very much the same. She runs another branch of the stroke group... so now I am going to travel out to her space on one these Wednesdays.. and see what she is up to.... it's weird meeting someone so much like you... especially when you have a stalker/bookend that is already like you....

The new fridge is a little on the noisy side... I am not used to ice cubes tumbling about inside the freezer again... we used to have that.. but one night, many moons ago... water was pouring out of the freezer because the ice machine thingy had taken some steroids, and was ballooning out of control. I am certain I will become used to it very quickly.

I know that the water tastes flat. If water can taste flat at all... but it just does.

This nights research is including automatic speech. I have found an oxford journal to read from.. but it isn't giving me what I want... so I must return to another google page....I just want automatic speech... I don't want all the theories of retraining.... aaaahhhhhh!

Well it is time for me to go and print my jokes....but first I have to find them...