It's over for me.

I'm packing up.
I'm moving on.
I'm outta here,
Whats gone is gone.

I've done what I could,
and probably have forgotten the rest
somethings to my fullest,
and others, maybe my best.

Some might miss me,
some might not,
all I know....
Is that I have written alot.

Most days this page has mostly been filled,
with natterings, obscure thoughts, rants and stories,
other days it was filled with well hunted pictures,
and the smaller details of the day: minute daily glories.

I have to admit that it has been fun,
even though some weeks,
There have been times of a dry one.

It was never as if I had nothing to say
I just didn't make it to the PC that day.

Excuses aside,
and I'm moving on,
it's been a good ride,
if only a small one.

Good bye to my readers,
my commenter friends,
the stalkers & lurkers,
who still said nothing to the end.

Do not be sad, that I have come to a close,
Do you need a tissue... for your now runny nose..?

Along the stroke of midnight.... deep into 2009
I will make it back... post haste... in no time!

Until the time comes,
only thirteen hours from here...
I leave you these thoughts...
and wish everyone a "Happy New Year....!"

It's White Alright!

For the first time in very many years, it is actually going to be a White Christmas around this part of the world. From what I have seen on environment Canada is that we had snow back in 1998. I think that was remnant snow, left over... not actual real live snow falling to the ground. That was said to have happened back in 1964... luckily... I wasn't quite around yet.... but in 1965... there was another snowstorm on Christmas Day... and from what I understand, I made an appearance for that one!

Happy day big world

Hiding out in the livingroom now.

The battery is dying on this laptop, but i do not feel like squeezing around christmasy items to plug it in... and besides... it wreckes the view of the current weather conditions...

All white~!

I have been watching the moon... it's a lovely crescent shape... and it seems to have a shadow behind it. I have been meaning to take a picture... but then I would have to go outside... and that is not an option... as the weather conditions (FOR THE SOUTHCOAST RAISED) girl is far too cold. Yes it is... so I don't want any... well if you think that is cold ......

There is much to be done today... and hopefully all going well I will get things accomplished. (Hair colouring, towel folding, floor cleaning, blond haired girls bedroom tidying if she wishes for santa to arrive... ) you know, that sort of thing.

I have to write some christmas cards... and for those that do not get one in the mail... oh, that is because I didn't send them... in fact... Lady Lujza... I found yours in my car again! I have the cards... I just did not write in them... no ill will intended... I just didn't get to it...

Well, happiness to all of you today, I hope you are successful at accomplishing the prechristmas festivities.

Little boring computer desk...

Here's that photo that I was talking about... (well commenting on Gem....) same desk... of course with the added christmas decoration...... ! Well, I plucked the christmas tree from another location, and dropped it on the printer for effect... but as you can see from the photo... the real effect is the very authentic white stuff that is happening outside right now... as we speak! This is quite the rare occurance during the "crucial" christmas spectacular that we are currently busying ourselves for. I think the last time there was an actual white christmas (where the pretty fluffy flakes actually fell to the ground... was on my birthday....many many many years ago....)

So guess what...

My friend called me to come over and take a picture of her plywood floor. She wasn't sure if she wanted a before picture...so I said... even if you do not want it... at least you will have it... to make that decision....

So from there... I snuck out of the house... (little Miss Tilly was sitting in her blue chair... doing what she does best....), and I didn't want to disturb her, and then she would have to sit in her cage while I was gone... so this way... I just slipped away, and she was none the wiser...

Anyways... in the lovely blowing snow I made my way over to my friends house... when I got to the her top stair, my foot slipped and I slammed down on my left knee. The very left knee that has not been working for the last number of months, the only knee that I can crouch on, the left knee that always take the weight for the other leg, since it is not able to take the load ... I fall onto the hard step, grab her door handle and flung her door open, swore at the almost top of my lungs... and then wondered how I was going to get up again... somehow I managed...and I laughed in my head about being a girl with a grand entrance.

So far... it was the best thing that could have happened to me today... as I can crouch again.. and I haven't been able to crouch in months.... which makes it quite annoying, because the right leg/knee can not crouch at all... AT ALL. So the front of my leg is sore... but I can crouch.... so... this is quite exciting for me... me that lives the boringest of lives within the boundaries of PoCo!

Christmas craziness

Last week the PIP and I went off and explored our garden centre. They do a wonderful display of christmas craziness... which we both very much enjoy! I don't think you can see the reflection of me with a a camera and a coffee cup...

AND... because we are so cruel...

Have a look at the boys mouth, as he walks up to her and starts talking to her.... he isn't exactly wearing a smile at this point, and you can just see that she is terrified by his scarey look.

Now... notice the smile on his face, and look at her relaxed expression, she doesn't look so terrified. This little dog... she keeps us guessing at her all the time...

Fear factor

Look at the missy... this is where we find her on a regular basis... todays adventure has her sitting on top of the cushion that has been laid across the seat to keep her off of it.. and then a blanket spread across the top to keep her away from the chair... and of course there was the extra comfort of the pillow with the back massager/heatingpad for her to lean on. Check the terror in her face... like this family would every do anything to harm this little lady.... but her face still grimaces in fear. The very tip of her tail does that tiny wagging... just in case that might help plead her case for continued comfort.

I am NOT a weatherwimp!

This morning I packaged the children in the car... and drove them to school. It was minus eight out there, and while that is not cold to the notherners out there...it is cold to us,s o I drove the chicklets.... because. That is what mothers do. Of course I will not talk about how I didn't warm the car up, which made the windshield a bit frosty, which I remedied that with the windshield wipers going full bore with my anti windshield freezie stuff working on overtime... but you know,... the chicklets were warm. Hey... how can one think with a frozen brain?

So anyways....

I was thinking to myself... do I really go to my walking group today... I mean really... who is going to be out in this beautiful, but frigid weather. Well, me and three other ladies, that's who. Away we went, with layers, and hats, and bundles of coats beneath us.... and made our regular walking trek.

Yes.. I am not a weather wimp... but of course ... you ask me to move to Williams Lake.. and be a mailman... well... that title might change quite drastically.

Happy Monday evening..

OK people..... it is freakyfriday cold here!!!!!

Really it is.

I should be reading my book for my book club... but instead... I have made an investment into my health, and am drinking my second glass of wine. Yae for me. I am good.

The idiot husband is busily flashing the three million power candle light into the window from the backyard... I am certain once the blinking stops that he will be completely frozen. I am not certain how I am going to revive him once that happens.

I have yet to post a picture of my computer desk that has been decorated. My friend from England posted a picture with her ONE decoration... and I noticed that we had the same computer desk... where it is all black, with the exception of the keyboard tray, that is white... not sure why that is... but it is...so anyways.... when I get a moment... I will make her laugh with my picture that I will post, except not today... I am not sure why of that reason either... other than I just don't feel like it... yes, that is a ploy to keep my avid readers coming back for more!

AND... in other things just so weird in my life that it is funny.....

I lost my girls bracelet a number of weeks ago...I knew I had it on my wrist at the start of the day, and yet by the middle of the day it was gone. THEN... last week I was busily cleaning out a bag of tricks... for none other than the reason that I should organize something for the day... and low and behold... what do I find... but the cute little killer whale bracelet that the girl bought on the ferry last June with her birthday money. Yes, all good mothers should borrow their daughters bracelet, lose it, and then find it and continue wearing it... just because. People that is me. In my defence, she did hand it over to me in the summer time, while she was swimming in a lake... so she wouldn't lose it. I have never taken it off... well, with the exception of me losing it... for a number of weeks. See, another reason for me to win the QUEEN mother award... as she is the princess... and I really do not lose things, as previously stated. Yae me.

Well, that is enough drinking for me.... back to my book, as I am warm and can now concentrate on reading and then turning the page.... I was having issues only a short number of minutes ago.

OH...and things that I really like... I am quite thrilled that BOB won on Survivor. He was the older version of Yul Kwon that won a number of years back. Just a good character, that was able to win because of who he was, plus, that he was very capable of challenges. Mind you, it totally surprised me that he could build a house of cards.... I thought that physics would play some important property in that.... but then... who am I....

The ongoing boringness of me.

Except when you give me coffee... and lots of it. Then there is nothing boring about me at all.

I write exceptional emails... to random people about random things. Just because.

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Annie Lennox... you have to love her rendition of .... winter wonderland. Well, at least I do.

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So that boy of mine can really play the guitar. Really. Self taught youngish-but-not-so-fellow that he is. I did send him for TWO lessons a while back.... a long while back... and now he seems that he can play a lot... a huge whole a lot of alot. I am not sure how he plays all this, as I am not sure where he gets the music from. BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT the very nice thing is... he is now saving his money to buy an acoustic guitar... and a better electric guitar... (that is what that big fat santa sent him last year for christmas).... good for him. The principal from his school is slightly disheartened by him though... as he is the only kid in the school that plays the keyboard in rockband (and the prinicpal is kind of crazy-like who also plays the keyboard...) so then the principal found out that the boy's second love is the guitar.... and he caught him playing one after school in the math teachers room. This is a good thing. The math teacher thought the boy was a total washout brainless fool who didn't do homework... ever. Then... he brought in some of his guitar collection, and found out quickly that the boy does have some sort of smarts somewhere, perhaps not in the math department... but when it came to the music department... he couldn't believe the amount of info floating in the boys brain.

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Onto the weather:

It snowed this morning. For about 30 minutes. Of course the snowflakes had to fight their way through the rain drops, but they were visible to the human eye... until they hit the ground, and melted into the puddles.

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I am currently creating about 18 2009 calendars for Monday. I am not half way through, or a quarter of a way through... hence why I am here... writing about nothing, and wasting time.... clearly I am going to freak in a while when I can't seem to manage to get things done. Well, the problem is that I ran out of pictures... and had to start printing things off of the computer.... but I am leaving soon to print up the colourful objects.. in fact... I must go this second...

More PIP tails adventures

The little missy is looking kind of worn out looking. I am not certain why this is, but she is. Even the other night at the concert she didn't have her regular PIPPY glow. This morning she showed me her throat. It was a mess.... again. This time when I took her to the walk-in clinic the fellow gave me a prescription... but this time the difference was the fact that I asked him to swab her throat. Last time the doc swabbed her throat & gave me a prescription, and I filled it, and she got better within two days of being on antibiotics (with the lingering after affects of being sick like). She ended up with the exact same recovering symptoms as the time before that, when they didn't swab her throat, adnd threw her on antibiotics. So today... he gave me the Rx, and then I asked to swab her throat... only because... last time it was not strep throat, so this time... is it, or is it not... and the time before last time... was it or was it not....you see... it's becoming very difficult to track, as she hasn't consistantly had swabs done.... and you know.. I live in a confused enough frame of mind.. this is challenging to the absent minded crazy mother that I really am.

In the meantime... I have the girl surfing under her bed for lost items of clothing, and other amazing treasures from the deep.... see, this is what you can get accomplished when you don't sent them back to school, for art & social studies.

Seeing the PIP sing...

The PIP had a concert last night. She was in the choir. Sing PIP sing! I probably should have taken my camera, and fussed and fussed and fussed and fussed over the lighting, and the blur, and the crappy shots... but I didn't... I just enjoyed her, and her singing, well the choirs singing as well.

I talked to my friend Mr Pickaspat... he was scowling, and fussy, and mad. He didn't remember to NOT bring his camera, which lead to all the ugliness at the beginning of the sentence. Flourescent lighting is not our friend, unless you meter it properly, which I am never willing to do.

In the end... I got to see the PIP, and her blue choir T-Shirt.... and that was all good to me.

Walking weather....

It's a beautiful shade of splat grey outside, with added raingdrops to boot... and I'm off to the walking group.

That's alright... as long as I can get there with my ghost car.

The Mazda 5 is sporting new snow tires. Luckily I bought some on Friday... before the news broke that Canada will have a shortage of snows due to Quebec passing some snowtire law.

In the meantime, I am driving around with black rims, and looking all ickfilled. Everytime I jump into the Mazda 5 I am temporarily saddened by the fact that the silver rims are hiding around the corner of our home.. and will not be out to spring. All I need is a set of red and blue flashing lights... and the ghost car will look complete.

Well... must run for the walking group!

Hopefully soon the maid will show up... I am so in need for that girl to arrive on time, and when I am home... she tends to show up after I have left the home, and can't find her key to get in. It's a constant. I should probably get rid of her, but she is nice (most of the time), and she eventually does a good job, once she sets her mind to it... I just wish she would show up more often.

On that note.... I am going to be late.. and I can't have that... otherwise the fellow walkers will get impatient... since it's christmas time... and rainy walking weather....

I mean... who can really sleep when...

You have African elephants running around the deck of your sailboat?

That is what happened to us.

We were out on the sailboat, it was a beautiful day. Everything was going smoothly, with the crew, the crowds and with the animals. But of course somebody had to go and ruin it, and piss of the mother of all elephants. So every time somebody walked past her, she would charge, and the boat would lurch in the water. I had to give my hat to the captain. There were many times that I thought that we were going to capsize.

I couldn't figure out howcome they decided to move the circus and passengers on a sailboat, but somebody made the decision. I guess someone considered it safe. It might have been safe, if we had been on a bigger cargo ship, and the elephant was in a cage, but this was not the case today.

Eventually we came across an island, where it was lush and green, and looked to be the perfect palace for an elephant to live. There was a wharf, and everybody was asked to get off the sailboat, and we waited for the owners to come and aid the elephant off the boat.

The boat, crew and a small number of passengers left the wharf, minus the elephant, and me.

Great... now in my dreams I am getting stuck on elephant island....

oh right....

So the photos are a little far away... but that is alright.. I did get to see it with my eyes. The second photo does not have lint on the lens, rather they are the eagles that are soaring above. It was quite beautiful, and I didn't take the image in an effort to get a close up shot (not possible), but rather to keep it as memory of what I was able to witness a couple of Wednesdays ago. The same for the third photo, it was quite exciting to see these grandious raptors just milling about their smorgasbord!

Wait for it....

Something will come to me eventually... just not now.
I surely had it in my head, as I tighten my brow.

Perhaps if I just squeeze my eyes, this will make it come back.
How could I just have had a thought, and now have completely lost track.

It wasn't really a revelation, or a big surprise,
It is really just a little thought, sitting behind my eyes.

If only I could find what it was, this bad poem could come to an end
It wasn't about the chicklets, and it wasn't about a friend...

I was just thinking about christmas time, when my eye got something from above.
It distracted me enough, which changed my present thought to something that I love.

Ah, there it is, with a little help from my morning lead.....
I just saw an eagle pass by, directly overhead.
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You see people... this is my brain...

Now back to those christmas thoughts.....

Reasons why people point fingers

whent he word crazy is mentioned:

The other day I got a hysterical phone call from my girl as she was walking home from school. I was stuck in the longest line up in Costco that a woman has ever known, and endured the girls shrilling tales from the days events... hey, I had time, my line up was going no where fast.

She was walking home from school, all on her lonesome as the Fitness Club teacher had cancelled the session since she was busy doing report cards. This is a shame, because my girl enjoys going to the fitness club, even though it's only her and the teacher, and on most occasions it is cancelled. But I think my girl likes the mystery about this whole fitness non-group that has formed as well as belonging to something. I found it interesting that the girl was quite upset over this days cancellation.

I listened intently to the my girls stories about quitting the fitness club, and how the gecko's almost got out of the cage, and the fact that she still can't catch a ball in gym, and the girls were mean to her about it, but one girl did come to her defense that my girl tried her best, and on and on it went. As I continued to stand in the Costco line up which still hadn't moved, (where I was beginning to believe I had found the black hole), I did listen and calm the girls hysterics with what was apparently a disastrous 11 year olds day. These days happen, but I was smart enough not to say this to her. As she walked and we talked, her shrillness lessoned, where our conversation was less about the tragedies, and onto other positive moments.

I then turned to another subject which always makes her happy, and I asked her how her lunch was. Big mistake... or not.... The exasperated tone re-entered my eardrum as yet another story was revealed to me about the fact that she did not eat her lunch, but only her applepear and drink, but not her (beloved) teriyaki chicken with rice & vegetables, because she had no fork.~~

My impatience in the Costco line up began to dissipate, as my complete annoyance with policies over-rid my urgency to leave the much despised line up.

AS my girl told me her tales, it made complete sense to me howcome she was overcome by emotion, and her sudden lack of coping skills. There is a certain level of food intake that this girl of mine has to maintain in order for her to think straight, and I think on this day, it would have aided in her coping strategies.

She didn't have the 10 cents that is required by the cafeteria to eat her lunch. She did actually ask the cafeteria ladies for a fork, but they denied her the request, even when she stated that she would pay them the following day. They refused. Yes, now I completely admit my lack of organization in getting the girl's lunch completely together on this day, but it came to light that 10 cents really can buy happiness.

As a parent, this is truly frustrating. This is exactly how 10 cents can impact one persons day. When it comes to paying for school fees, it is clearly stated on the tops of forms that if there are financial issues, then call the school, because it can be worked out. Well, when it comes down to 10 cents for a fork, and the promise to repay it the following day, (which was proclaimed that all the kids make this statement, and still the answer was a NO) should there not be concessions made?



Now I can see if 650 kids asked for a fork everyday over the course of the school year that this would have a financial impact, but one fork, with the promise to pay later. I shake my head at this.

Please ask your staff for some leniency, and if you would like, I will send in five dollars to pay for my girls forks, and any other child that remains forkless on the occasion that they to need a utensil so they can eat their lunch to help them make it through the day.

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Yes.. I sent this... to the principal.... BECAUSE. I. AM. WHO. I. AM.

Those people...

The staffing people just called from the hospital. They asked me if I wanted to come to work. Those silly people.... they don't have any idea that I really don't want to work on any given day, even though I do work on some days....especially on a Monday, but that's not because I do not like them. It wold just be better off if I didn't work.... there' how's that for some real insight on a Monday morning....

Now I must go and get some work done!

Survivorless

I watched the credits role last night, that was it... I'm not stuck on the middle show being a re-cap thing. It just makes me forget the show from last week even quicker.

In other things for more adventuress:

I applied for a job in Burnaby... and they called me.

CALLED. ME.

I have already talked myself out of it. I think. I just have to double check the hours...because that would be the job killer right there. (The hours are set to start ot 0800, which doesn't really work with me... 0900 would be better... )

In the meantime....

I am still working on my other plan. It's a slow trainride to get to my destination, but I think I may have just boarded that train....or maybe it's like that it has entered the train yard, and hasn't slowed enough for me to jump on board, but yet it is within jumping distance. Fingers are crossed that I jump on the train, rather than fall beneath it....

On the agenda:

I must find out what memory card info the boys christmas present requires.
I think I need snow tires.
Eat a whack of vitamin C.

There that should keep me going for a moment or two.... believe it or not, I have other real-life agenda items on the go... but I would fall asleep dispelling those little truths....

In the meantime I will take a picture of my kitchen table with the poinsettia on it. Now there is good use of my time....!

Miss & Mister

Eagle count... uncountable.

Last Wednesday I took myself for a drive. Actually the little Tilly came with me... and her and I set off on a Eagle watching adventure.

I believe she really enjoyed herself, because she had that look on her face,.. but then.. she has that look on her face when we feed her too, so really, it's a tough call to make.

Anyways.. away I went... me and my camera, and other assorted items.

After the way the FUSS and the KING talked about their eagle spotting adventures, I was surely lead to believe that I too would enter the kingdom of eagle eyes. My sleepy co-pilot stayed silent, and I weaved along the road eagerly searching for anything that resembled that it had feathers, majestic looking or not. I came up empty handed. I couldn't figure this out.. just because they had a Eagle festival on the weekend, that means that the raptors have packed up and left their vacation haven?

I turned into a roadway, that lead to two subdivisions, with the smack me in the face name of EAGLE POINT, which now a days is just another name for yet another subdivision. True to myself me... I spotted a passer by with a cute black lab (with my co-pilot nervously watching from inside her safe zone), and asked the woman about this location called EAGLE POINT. It was then that I realized that in fact I had hit the motherload of eagle watching and had in fact hit eden. Well lucky me... as I was about to drive home.. feeling a little skunked, except for the couple of eagles I saw way back down the highway.

Life is interesting... it's a continual set of circumstances that are forever happening that continue to ripple until another wave comes to pass, and sets one adrift onto another motion.

Had I not talked to the lady collecting her mail, I would not have found the unmarked trail that leads to the water, where I wouldn't have met a woman with a similar passion as me, which wouldn't have set me onto another microstock sight, which I have now applied for, and probably will not have any gains from it either, but all the same, from one split second decision, it changed the direction that I was heading in. Quite fascinating really.

Now the real thing about this isolated location was the evidence that some people have their retirement savings invested in their photography hobbies. Some of these lenses were longer than my lower leg, and that is the longer one to boot. It was quite interesting to see.

I have to admit, when I was leaving that morning, I had no idea what to expect, or what I would find, so in actuality I didn't get some beautiful photos of any eagles that filled my viewfinder, but that doesn't mean that I couldn't have, at that moment, I didn't. It's all about timing and luck. As I was driving home (Burns Road... it was that close!) I managed to spot a heron... (big deal), but the exciting part was capturing it as it started off in flight... and that my friends is luck and timing. I had perfect timing with the camera, except no luck getting it to focus that quickly, but my hopes are not dashed... as I will continue to hunt the elusive best photo..... and put it out there... for the people to see... all three of you!

So this is how it was said:

There is a most amusing and very laughable commercial on TV. I am not certain when it comes on, and it only comes on at night I would think, but I am not positive...

The kids and I have come to mocking the commercial, and then the Hamsterson does the dance, and the Fussy says the words to the commercial... it's all comical, but then you would have to live here to find it that amusing...

Has anyone seen it... "inter.active ma.le"?

Anyways... you can only imagine the commercial... youngish guys, laughing, and one dancing, and then two sit, and one touches anothers arm... and it was the Fussy that asked me about this commercial... and why was it so weird.... so I told her it was a way that men can meet men. So it was her and mines little thing, and then eventually the brother got on board... (hence the now he's doing the imitating dancing part... which makes us laugh further)

Which was why last night, when she wanted to know when Daddy was coming home.... and my response was that he was out with his boyfriend... when she said to me "has daddy gone and turned into an inter.active male?" (And as luck would have it... the boy just happened to be standing outside of her bedroom, which then he started in on the dance).

Yes people... somethings just amuse us too much.

Off eagle hunting!

SEAGULL quest

the PIP and I were out eagle hunting... but in fact were just watching a seagull fest. It was fun, despite the rain.

The Poser

So there it starts... I flick my camera on... and he know that I am going to start taking pictures of him. he gets all shifty eyes, and begins his subtle movements... and eventually I am able to capture his eyes meeting the lense. At this point I am generally chuckling away at his ability to keep his eyes darting in all kinds of directions... so I have to give up once we have made eye/lense contact.

I'm back!

With some fishermen too boot. I just doanloaded the Picasa 3 program... which somehow let me re-establish my internet connection. Now I think it was my internet provider that had firewalled the connection... which made it troubling to add pictures to my favourite space.

I am not sure how....

other's do it.

Every single solitary morning, it is the same thing.

The boy does not get out of bed without much prodding, poking & calling.

Of course he does fear his sisters underwear being thrown at him, which seems to send him flailing.

If that works, why question it.

In other things newsy of a word report....

I am going Eagle Hunting tomorrow. The sun will be out then.. so I will surely spy some shots that would make me happy.

Fresh out of a box!

I forgot about this....

Last week the king went about his tasks and built a lasagna for dinner ( & a chocolate cake & chocolate chip cookies...but who's counting really?). Later as we were enjoying the festive event of lasagnaland the PIP proclaimed that it tasted absolutely delicious.... " like a lasagna fresh out of a box!"

Now there's a compliment and a half.

In other things fresh:

The Till has been freshly cut, clipped, sprayed and vacuumed.... as she is going to work tomorrow. She is currently into her stealth mode, as the nails are all trimmed and shortened... which now makes her completely silent in the homeland.

You know.. I had another experience with a television show last night... "ab fab", but you know.. I wasn't keenly impressed... the girl keeps saying the same thing over again, it really isn't that funny... maybe I should try again with volume two, perhaps the first DVD was a warm up thing.

I am really loving the Vicar of Dibley... now that is comedy at it's finest! The children believe that the Vicar and I are lost semi-sisters. I am waiting to get my hands on another disk.... for some good watching pleasure.

I applied for THREE new jobs this weekend... I want none of them. Silly me.. did I actually press submit, when I should have been pressing cancel?

Things less fresh:

I was totally dizzy Friday into the early am of the morning... so much so that I couldn't open my eyes, because they were going in circles, but then leaving them closed it was like the bed / could was spinning. Ever since then I have had a post dizziness aura that has shrouded me.... some would claim that is a constant in my life... anyways... now that I am sitting here in the dark, and not moving,.... the dizziness cloud has settled for the moment. I just remembered I have a pocketful of vitamins... I will take them now...surely that should help me.

The PIPPY wants me to go and watch TV with her.. I can't... it's her bedtime... and I will be sleeping in 6 minutes if I go now. I only watch TV after 10 pm, unless it's a survivor night.... oh great she's coming back.... and now she's watching the country music awards... oh wait.... I must go....she has tempted me once again... she claims she is going to read to me... now there is la la land at it's finest... but since she is willing to do some in depth reading.... then I am obligated into being a keen listener.... (for about 6 minutes).. I am thinking.

Wish me luck....she just might be one of those fresh talkers or something...

scarey solutions

Well.... Lex Luther is the mayor...

A new vision for the city of Port Coquitlam!

Of course I am a little apprehensive with the fresh faced slim handed non fudge buying newbie that will be close on the heels with the old guys. Not to be outdone by the mousy one, who I am really hoping will have something to say for our fair city.

Oh.. and one more thing before I go.. bye bye Scotty... it's been fun...

Hey... what's going on?

I extend that question to everyone in the world, because you know.. I'm just interested, that's all.

So, I seem to be having some picture problems.

I can not post any here.

Rats.

Picasa says that I do not have an internet connection.. and I am not sure how to fix that problem.. because I know I have an internet connection

Maybe I really do live in the twilight zone.... and BELIEVE that I write on a blog.. when in fact I do not at all.

I also believe that I am a character in a book, which is yet to be titled.

Full force BLUE

The blue skies are out. This is when it is extra lovely to be out walking around he local spots in the city. Of course it is extra windy... so that adds a stronger tempo to our march along the creek. It should be lovely in a little while.

In other things lovely:

The Pippy put on her crocheted pink hat this morning with the yellow flower. It was extremely cute... and with that blond wave of hair streaming from her head... I can't believe I wasn't standing with my camera.

Mr. Handsomeson is crazy. IN all my efforts to contain him last evening, I was more than unsuccessful. EXCEPT when I buzzed over to the mall to buy him a belt to fix his low jean problem that I DESPISE greatly. He kind of scowled at me with his temporary ONE eyebrow, until we found the right belt, and we could move on. Then it was back to his normal self, where he called his sister 11 times before we could make it home on the short 10 minute car ride. Yesterdays/last nights character was mainly Borat, with a little PRANCE thrown in for good measure. Him and all his personalities are hard to follow...it's really me, but just a whole lot worse.

For today:

I am going to make an honest attempt at leaving early... (from here, in a couple of moments actually)... and go and buy a cup of coffee. Yes I am. I could make coffee, right here, right now... I have the supplies, the time, and the technology. But it's not what I wish for at the moment. That's a big factor you know.

DAMN.. I so wish I didn't have any obligations... as I would HIGHTAIL back to Hayward Lake and go take more pictures. This time hopefully I would take pictures that do not have any noise attached to them.

I bought some more hair colour yesterday... so I will begin the contemplation process of the colouring. Hello, manufacturers out there... you have to make a two month product... that way the hair can start to feel like it is alive again.... as my hair has just started feeling.. but alas.. it needs to be coloured... which gives it that dead but alive feeling. It is just so odd.

OK.. my memory card has been wiped clean... camera, not brain... and I think today would be a good day to spot some prey... of what... that is yet to be determined. In the meantime... happy blue skies.

It wasn't my fault....

But she started asking questions first...

And then I answered, and answered some more, and then more.... and then even more...

Until I couldn't stop answering questions... and then she practically peed her pants.. or that's what she told me...

I got out of the car the other day to find some evidance of black bears... as I am 358 percent convinced that they do not eat spawning salmon. I mean they might nibble on the tails of the freshly spawned but rotting creatures, but they are not like their grizzlie friends and make a sport of it.

So anyways the lady on the bike asked me if the lighting was OK... and that was HER downfall...

People should know better than ask me a question or two... unless they are thoroughly protected. MARLENE eventually rode off on her bike...and as she glided down the kind of rickedy road she yelled at me for not being able to sit on her bike seat properly.

"I'm sorry" I yelled after her... "I guess that is what happens when you stop to talk to strangers!"

HEY... she started talking to me first... and I only answered all her questions, and then some...which made her laugh... a lot.... but none of it really was MY FAULT.

Earlier today.....

The Pip and I left the area to begin our next wildlife search. This time the search was for the daylight hours, so it makes it much easier.

We were out eagle stalking. We spotted a few of the white headed raptors, but we were not close enough to get good photos.

We will continue to stalk them until we get good photos...although... I am still waiting for the black beasts to make it our way....

NO VOTE FOR YOU!!!

I was sitting on the fence about one of the council members.

Yesterday was the clincher.

He came walking along, with his MLA sidekick at his side.

I was at my "post" at the craft fair... with all my baked goods, some cards, and crocheted washclothes.

I asked the boys what I could sell them. The wisely MLA bought something, while the council wannabe stood on edge right next to the MLA.

I was just dying to tell the kid that he had just missed a perfect opportunity.... (like shake my hand, tell me your name, haul out a twoonie, and buy something).....

But then I thought... suck it up big boy and buy some freaking fudge.... in the meantime my fence sitting maybe vote has just been knocked off....

NO VOTE FOR YOU!!!

I'm still waiting..

No L... you are wrong... he can't of left my nieghbourhood... as I am still waiting for the great black bear to rise up again.....

See,... I guess I am feeling Shroederish and the GREAT PUMPKIN thing....

In other things nonesensical:

I woke up bright and early for work today... promptly at 3:30 this am. This is a bit challenging since I do not need to be at work until 7:30. I found my favourite spot on the couch and watched some good old boring television that quickly puts someone to sleep at any hour... things worked out in the end... and eventually the alarm woke me up again.

Our water dispenser thingy light has gone from green, to amber, to red, and now back to green again. I wonder what that means exactly?? Does that mean that we have now been fed all the bugs and contaminents that have been sitting in the filter for weeks upon weeks, and is now clear to begin using again? Maybe it is just a ploy to go and purchase something that we really do not need at the moment, and now the fridge has said GIVE, and has reverted back to green where it's original colour should have been all along. It's so hard to know in these challenging detective cases.

The boy did about 6 hours worth of homework on Friday night. This is a highly odd statement, as it is not normal to have the word BOY and HOMEWORK used in the same sentence. This weeks new challenging sentence will be the word BOY and MATH used in the same sentence. It could be a real tricky one.. so you better stay tuned!

There's lots of action beyond these living room walls... the kitchen is in OVERDRIVE as the King and Miss Fussina are busily working their cooking magic. (THERE are reasons why I am hidden in the livingroom walls.. as I do not possess any magic... except for solving mysteries.. but that is all).

You know.. I really do heavily & deeply dislike typing on this laptop. Would anyone care to guess HOW many times I have retyped these all-important newsbits.... and then backspaced as the curser ends up in another paragraph.

Let's just say SLIGHTLY PSYCHOTIC.

How is it...

I know there is a black bear roaming around our neighbourhood, and I haven't had the GREAT fortune of finding him.

I KNOW YOU ARE OUT THERE.... !!!!

Hopefully before they tuck themselves in for the winter I will be able to see one... because you know.. I have always had visions of one in my back yard... not that I wanted him to break down our fence or anything... but you know.. just so I could get a shot of one relaxing by the little dollhouse shed or something.. now wouldn't that be fun....

Perhaps I should get the Pip to run around in the back yard with a red cape or something.. now wouldn't that be a story..

How well

does the day go if:

There are three emails in your inbox from 3 of your childs teacher all within 30 minutes of each other?
Uhmmm... it was going fine until then... I had just sat through 2 hours of candidates meetings.

That boy of mine....

He is BAD!

If he wasn't so busy trying to funny.

G.O.D.

I now have a typed copy of all of his homework assignments that he hasn't done.

He's crazy.

He's not anything like his mother.

Now that woman is crazy.


OH.. and on a crazy note:

The husbandman certainly found evidence of a black bear mulling through our back yard, with the claw marks and black bear hair sitting on the top of the fence... which he managed to find in the darkness, and I never saw in the light of day. Some super sleuth I am.

I guess the interesting part of the story is the fact that our yard is completely fenced, except for the portion where the bear pulled it down, then climbed over another.

Well, now not only hands hurt, but my head.

Dear targeted audience....

Yes people that is you.

I have been having a run of random thoughts lately... and I haven't been next to the keyboard to have them settled into cyber world for all of the universe to squint at.

Life has it's moments of keeping you busy you know. This is one of those moments.

So, just to clarify.. I really have been busy doing nothing. Let me make that clear. I really do nothing, accomplish nothing, and go nowhere. It's a common theme in my life, which seems to keep me very busy all the same.

Did I mention that I was DE-invited to a halloween party? It would have hurt my feelings if I hadn't seen a list of other peoples emails next to mine DE-inviting them. The INviter then showed up at my door step... with little children... which she said she was no longer used to, and which also made having parties a bit more challenging. I quite like my DE-inviting halloween party friend... she is very funny... and looks after dogs.

The PIPPY came up with a new word at the dinner table last week. YES, I speak in weekly terms in regards to the dinner table, because that is the amount of time we spend using it... ONCE WEEKLY. I would hate to wear it out, or anything. She very proudly stated in all her cute blondness that she had come up with a new word, which she was going to describe all the "cute small" things in her life.

Titty.

That was the word.

I kid you not.

The rockjock Hamsterson squinted his eyes and looked at me, I looked at the suddenly still husbandman, who then at Grammy, who then turned and gave me the nod. The whole while this sequence of events stealthly unfolded around the dinner table, the PIPPY had happily set upon telling us all of her "titty" things that were cute and small.

Being the most outspoken member of the household (next to the now dead dog replaced by the stuffed PRANCE), I broke the news to the PIPSTER.

She had a little look of shock on her face when I told her the sad tale of her new word invention would have the probability factor of upsetting applecarts even in the highest mountains of India.
The PIP did look a little perplexed at her brother who was pretty much on the floor laughing.

This was a very close call for the PIP... I could just imagine her face at school when she started calling everything "cute and small" her "Titty pen", or "titty mirror", or even a "titty umbrella".
True stories, all the time.

In other titty tales:

I believe that the boys teacher/s now believes that I am psychotic. I have gave them good reason to think so, with all the emails that I have sent over the last week.

Last week I had to pause, take a moment, and head straight to the vitamin cupboard... I bypassed all of the vitamins that are so-called aimed to protect my joints and failing memory... but reached straight through to the back and brought out the big guns... I needed vitamin B complex, and I needed to NOW.

My favourite saying of the day was none other than... you guessed it....: OH FOR FUCK SAKE!. NOw do not just take this statement lightly... what you really have to do when you say it, is grasp the "UCK" in fuck, and really growl with it. This way the "R" is accentuated in the previous word FOR, enabling the head to bibblebobble side to side for a bit making the statement project it's way out of the persona and really set your mind at ease, for probably 23 seconds... and then when you go ahead and bump into something else, or step on something, or my favourite... DROP something, which then spills something else... you can say it all over again.

I bet noboby could have guessed that I was cleaning the PIPS room the other day... and why... would anyone of a rational mind clean the PIPS room, and a day that required a Vitamin B infusion... well you guessed it... RATIONAL wasn't a word that I even knew existed last week.

I did however reach the attainable goal of cleaning up the PIPS room... I did not proclaim in the objectives that I had to be resonable or of sound mind. I just wanted it clean.

I have a craft fair this weekend to attend. I do not want to attend this craft fair, but that sordid detail was ripped from my hands, and the decision was made to join in on the festivities... even though I didn't want to.

So.. now I am busily putting together little cards to sell at the craft fair. I have also roped my mother into this non-adventure... and she is baking cookies. Lots of them. Lots and lots of them. Hopefully all going well we can sell lots of them... lots and lots of them. I am probably believing that I should be thankful at this moment... as I was allowed to be crazy in a girls messy room... but when you take a crazy woman, and put her in public.. now that is getting dangerous.

The washer has stopped, the dryer has stopped, the dog is missing... and the light is changing...

Thank you for your time targeted audience....

b.e.a.r.s.!

It was highly strange a while ago.....

The scared and silly catdog "L.P.", but otherwise called Tilly went outside. The very odd thing about this is the fact that it is raining out. She's a small german shepherd, but a ninny all the same, and does not proclaim to enjoy the rain ... ever, unless it comes in one big puddle, called a lake, then she likes the amassed raindrops. But this morning it has already been different.

The husbandman said goodbye in his general low talking like state... bye..... Where I then pipe up.. 'GOOD BYE, HAVE A NICE DAY... SEE YOU LATER, OH, AND YOU ARE GOING SKATING WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND TONIGHT.... SEE... I DO REMEMBER SOMETHINGS." That is spoken in less than 5 seconds before the front door is shut.... as the husbandman slips off into the stealthness of the workday. How can someone be that silent is beyond me.

Just before the door clicks closed the husbandman pauses...."The Till is still out in the backyard looking around", and then the door clicks shut.

Eventually I stop looking at my YOUTUBE Jehoval Witness tutorials (or at least that I am calling them....) and go and look for "the till" myself... and there I see her... STILL wondering around the backyard.. and it is still raining out... and she seems determined to find whatever scent has been left on the ground.

Looking into the backyard I do see the landscape intact, but there has been something around to get her tail going in such a frenzy, and to be in the rain too boot. I let her be, and hide from behind the cabinet... because if "the till" looks in, and sees us spying on her she will hightail it back to homebase, and give up her search and rescue sniffing mission. It isn't until she hears kitchen details being accomplished that she finally makes it back into view, and slams herself up against the door.

A little later, and the rain still raining I drove the kids to school. Rain is so annoyingly wet at times. I drove them to the field, where they did have a bit to walk before making it in those grandious school halls....

As we drove out of the driveway I noticed the neighbours garbage had been attacked... and that their fence had been smashed through.

Which has now lead me the conclusion...

In the deep dark night where I just might have been sleeping, being the lazy fool that one person tends to be in the darkened hours.....

I might have spyed a bear!

OH the tragic spin on that thought... a bear for my very own... wondering aimlessly in the dark of my own backyard.... had I known, I would have left him more than pumpkin carcasses.... and fed him perfectly wonderful apples & fresh frozen blueberries! (OK, maybe not.. but I would like to have...)

Those are my conclusions for the moment.. now back to those Jehovahs.

Amendment:

Upon publishing of this story... I took another closer look at our triangle section of our yard... well.. I think my thoughts were correct....

The garden has been trampled.
The fenceposts have been tossled.
The BLUEBERRY bush has been knocked over.
The two sections of fence behind the little house have been knocked over.
It looks like something has ran through our backyard, and into someones elses backyard.

I do know ONE thing.. bears do not like pumpkin carcasses

Sunday ring a lings

Yes, that is the truth. Ring a lings... things were going well... and then I started ringing. It will progress to getting louder by the time I am done typing this. That I am sure of.

Things that I am doing:

1. Waiting for dinner. The king has made a shepherd's pie... and I am kind of starving. I just ate some antipasto as an appetizer. It was pretty exciting, as well as TASTY!
2. Waiting to sneeze. I might have a cold, as this isn't my regular sneezing festivities, or at least I do not think that it is.
3. Waiting for the PIP to do her exercises. I have asked her three times already, but she is still slumped on my shoulder like some bad stuffed animal with no neck... hey wait... that's our favourite PRANCE stuffed animal. All she must perform are some simple tasks... nothing too strenuous... it's not like I am asking her to run around the block in the great darkness and winds or anything.
4. Waiting for the cool down process of the dinner, the king says we have to wait ten minutes.
5. Waiting for some thought processes to hit me for my group tomorrow. Surely I will come up with something while my head continues to ring.
6. Waiting for the kiing to get off the computer in the other room, as I need to use it to perform some tasks that I can not perform on this little technogadget... like EMAIL... for whatever reason I can not send emails, other than to myself.
7. Waiting for my brain to come back... see number six... I need to figure out how to set up this email.... although I think I have sort of kind of.

OH! The king has announced that the meal is officially prepared. Must run!

I'll try this again

I used to be quick as a whip when it came to typing... but then I entered laptop world, and all of that speed has transformed itself into being a backspace queen. That's all I am... a professional backspacer. Why is that I wonder? I don't feel my fingertips grazing other locales along the keyboard, but it is evident in the fact that I continue to type between word when I glance at the screen. Life's little frustrations. I could just jump off this chair and move to the real live computer that is sitting four feet away, but you know... that would take time....clearly something that I have at the moment.

Todays adventures include:

I am to remain in the home for as long as it takes to do the laundry. A few people in the household have commented about their lack of clothing available to them. Even the little miss Ellpee was having great concerns over her decreased blanket status in her "most loved dog cage ever!" Of course she has the same concerns over her wicker basket status.... when those blankets go missing as well. On those specific days I make doubly sure that this little furry queen has her blankets to sleep on at night...otherwise she paces the hallways of our spacious 1365 square foot rancher for many hours.... or until she falls asleep while pacing.

My list of things to do are extensive... but of course I wish to do the most exciting things first, and the one thing that I really wish to do is go bear watching. I have heard some reports that people have seen the bears eating the salmon that are spawning... I have yet to see this great sight, let alone capture any details on my camera. HOWEVER... since the home details are to take top priority at the moment, this is where I must remain. Luckily I can not be sidetracked by atumn shadows that are entering my home, and then have my sidetracked state of mind to try and capture images, as it is cloudy out today. WHEW. Saved by the impending rainstorm.

On that note I must dismiss the amount of recycling from my home while it still dry... that will surely put "the till" into a state of panic as I will touch the gate keys which always gets her excited.

I require some luck... oh which reminds me.. I will certainly buy a lotto ticket today.... it's 26 million. Surely I could share that with someone...

Pink, grey, dead

He may be smiling, and he's dead. The weird thing is, people were actually lining the river to catch these things, except it wasn't really catching that they were doing, but rather more like snagging the poor things. I couldn't imagine that the last thing left in life before you die is a marathon river rapids run, dig a hole, lay some eggs, then die. It just doesn't seem to fit what one should be doing in their last days of life.

almost butchardish!

I took a picture a couple of years ago at Buchardt Gardens in Victoria... the top picture almost has the same colours, depsite this one being a fall picture. Our trees here are not as beautiful as the ones back east a bit more... but it was exciting to find some pleasant looking orange ones all the same!

the colour of pink in autumn

The Pippy at Hayward Lake with the fall colour behind her. The boy... where is he.... try at home being a "rockjock".

Autumn items

Hating Gladys

I don't particularly hate a Gladys, but this Gladys from the book is quite hateable. She was one nasty woman, although with her evil little indmindedness antecdotes she did make me laugh at certain occasions in the book. Other things about this book were not laughable. Despite the title which is a tell all, I quite enjoyed the book. It was easy to envision the characters as they were portrayed throughout the book.

It's book club tonight.. I would like to thank the email invention people for their invention. Otherwise... just like last Saturday night I would not have gone to my high school reunion this past Saturday, rather than this upcoming Saturday as well as, I would have been all alone next Wednesday night for book club night.

Need. Vitamins. Now.

Better a stew than a pickle.

I am queen of the house today.

It's a beautiful day outside, which I have already enjoyed... and all afternoon I have been in a pickle about a stew. I finally dumped the meat in the crockpot, and am hoping that it will taste like something later. I haven't sorted out when to put the carrots and potatoes in... but surely it should be soon. ON top of that ultimate quest I have made some super easy for the idiotl in me peanutbutter cookies. I had to add chocolate chips.... every cookie should have chocolate chips in it. There is no arguing that.

I am going to have to break it to my boy when he gets home that I wish for him to cut the grass. I think he might have other plans......other than his piano teaching session for today. (He is helping a little guy down the street gain some momentum in the piano department....which is quite cute!).

Must go remove cookies from oven now.

Just by chance...

I happened to look at my facebook the other night. I am glad I did.... I was just settling in to drink a glass of wine, of the smooth red stuff... when I realized that I was supposed to be somewhere... like a grad reunion.

It was pretty funny actually.... one moment i was settling in after a disappointing bear searching expedition.... and the next moment I am scrambling out the door with almost bad hair, and in the need for a fresh coat of lipstick, and had to shift gears as in who was I going to run into through out the night. There weren't any surprises of finding people, and I could only count on one hand the small number of people that the age monster had been attacked by. There were two men especially that were completely given the fountain of youth as a graduation present, that was quite impressive.

As with any reunion it was nice to connect with some people that had made their way to other countries and back again. I of course revealed the very fact that I had gone nowhere and done nothing, apart from the obvious. I am a poster girl for boring but happy.

Ok so...

I'm over the trauma of the book. Read it....

So nto more things that are way less important:

I went to the mall again today. Some days I dislike the mall. It is just annoying. There was a sale on bras... which is great... except the bra department is a mess, and there's a line up for the change room. I should leave, but then I have to go to another store just to figure out if there is a sale or not, and how much of a time waster is that? I then try and find runners.... again... I did this once already ..... only yesterday, at the exact same location.... the mall. I am kind of thinking about our economy... and I wonder if the sales are taking a hit... well... all you big box corporate managerial types that are reading my blog this very moment... you might want to hire more staff, or maybe staff that roam around the store or something. I went into three different places, and shopped for my semi-perfect pair of runners... and finally after waiting around for some time... I got someone to grab my size. I wish I could have walked away... but I had already done that TWICE from two other stores... and it was a feeling of hell or highwater that I wanted new runners... and it had to be today.

Then I was thinking about buying a new mattress. I have been thinking about it for a while.... you know... there might be something amiss when you are happy when the husband leaves the bed, rather than comes to bed... there has to be something wrong with the mattress... especially if you still like your husband and all. So anyways... the mattress lady comes along, and we chat, but then she leaves because she has to put a price tag on something.... which is nice and all... but do mattresses sell themselves... I mean really... who speaks for the special coils and the springfoam memory and all those specialty things... isn't it the salesperson. Well, they didn't want my business either.

I did find one thing though.... the girl was willing to take my money... and quickly. I went to go meet her at the pool with her gear, and within moments the debit card was out and money was filing out of the account for snacks & drinks. She is a natural when it comes to this.

In the meantime... the Pippy's christmas present has arrived via U.P.S. from the airmiles people... this was a rather swift exchange of miles & rewards. I ordered up a new camera lense many months back, and it took exactly that... many months to arrive. Hopefully the boys present will not take as long... watch it will. I ordered things early to beat the winter time crunch. I wont start freaking until December 22nd.

In the meantime it's midway through October and I'm thinking about christmas. I am a sick person.

Well, I'm off to meet the wizard.....

doubleklunka

I have a department worth of clothing items that need to be returned. Slowly over the course of time things have been acquired, and have somehow been semi-wrong. I have a shopping bag growing with miscellaneous bills roaming about inside. If I don't get to returning things soon I could open up a brand new once sold variety store. Perhaps I can get the husbandman to build me a little shack on wheels.... wait... isn't that what a trunk sale is?

I have got some adventures which I need to adventure to.. but I am thinking that the adventures are not going to happen, I would venture to guess. The Pipenzadoll is at home with a sore throat again.... and I am waiting on what the lab has to say about her throat swab.. ... in the meantime the antibiotics that the doc prescribed but told me not to fill, and wait for the results is busily sitting in my fridge at the moment. She's had two doses, and in a couple of days if they call and tell me that the swab is negative, or they don't call at all, or if she continues to not do well... then she will come off them. Rules are wierd.

It was a close call with the recycling people this morning... they started at the WRONG end of the street, which meant I didn't get the double pick that is ever so convenient when you live on a crescent. I did manage to squeeze in the extra basket of recyclables. See, it's tragically hard being boring... because you have to obscess over idiotic incidences of life, meaning managing the monster recycler inside of me. So, what do you do with your coffee grounds?

Well, must go make decisions about a pair of runners now....

19 minutes

Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Piccoult.

I will not say that this is a must read, or a maybe read, or even a good read, in fact it was horrible, absolutely horrible, but not in the writing, rather the story itself. This book leaves you questioning your ability or inability to be an effective parent. I might even be changed by reading it.