On the last day of the year....

I laughed!

1. At myself
2. At others
3. At my dog
4. And my kids
5. Really at my husband
6. And our friends & the neighbours
7. Clearly at the sister & her chicklets
8. at my yard, my garden
9. at my bad book reads
10. at my excellent book reads
11. at my new glasses
12. at my weirdness
13. at my off the wall emails
14. at my I wont mention the words on this blog
15. at my great advice to strangers!
16. at my complacency
17. at my parking abilities
18. at my cooking skills, or lack there of .. or complete disinterest in
19. at my OCDness
20. at my choice in music... (currently this second... " I don't feel like dancing")
21. at my laundry methods
22. at my useless task nights
23. at my bear watching friends
24. at my bear watching hours
25. at my current job
26. at my ability to drive down Prairie with my eyes closed
27. at my intolerance to the boy being chronically late
28. at my hair colouring skills
29. at my facebook friends
30. at my psycho circle walking
31. at my not eating carb non carbish lifestyle plan
32. ay my amount of chicken wings I ate
33. at my giving away my closet
34. at my ability to dance (ha ah ah ha hah ah!!)
35. at my organizing a closet or TEN
36. at my patience
37. at my amount of money I have given to the boy
38. at my number of subway stops I have made with him as well
39. at my number of trips to safeway to collect airmiles
40. at my number of trips to a grocery store on top of going to safeway
41. at my fridge never really having anything in it
42. at my GRAND idea of taking the Gramericason off milk
43. at my stupidity of not watching OPRAHS " I gotta feeling"
44. at my chronic buying of a new christmas table treasure again this year
45. at my compulsion to buy runners... hmmmmm
46. at my inability to shop like my sister .."I'll take this... price tag.. what pricetag?"
47. at my son and his endless music making
48. at my boys humour, it's probably weirder than mine
49. at my girl... her humour qualifies
50. at my stock photography
51. at my schemes and plans for better pictures in 2010
52. at where I will be in a years time from now....

Yes people... one laugh for each week of the year...although I know I laughed way more than only once a week... I hope for each of you reading that you will find lightness to laugh everyday... it's healthy you know.... says me.. and that isn't just me "Jive talking" (remix version I will add)

Happy New Year folks!

On the 30th day I:

Had a little eency-weency HISSY FIT!

It was more like an inside my brain activity hissy fit.

But really... it is something that I had, and am currently having.

So the lovely and articulate PIPPY DOLL says to me yesterday:

" I have a sore throat... I think I can handle it... I'll just drink lots today, and see how I feel tomorrow"... she says to me ever so matter of factly.

Well tomorrow is now today... and I called up the doctors office, and scooted her up the hill to see the GP. (The walk in Dr. guys office is just tooooooo ratty for me any longer...., can't handle the bugs that might be lingering on the NEVER ABLE TO CLEAN upholstered chairs... I have been far tooooo patient with this....)

Today... the Pip can't talk, can barely move, & her chest is wheezy... but her perfectly PIPSTER ponytail was looking all priceless & perky when I fixed her hair... so that counts for something. My PIP... she just isn't well today... some antibiotics will cure her... I dumped two into her quickly....

Now for the hissy fit....

It's the second to last day of the year....
NOBODY in the office world works beyond any real time of day TOMORROW.
Guess who is thinking that she just might have a UTI....?

I just can't believe I WAS JUST AT MY DOCTORS office... and she asked me how I was doing... I told her all was WELL in my world...

Little did I know that once I came home and PEEEEEEEEED I would somehow feel different.

NOW I am thinking... "I'll just drink lots of water, I think I can handle it...." Now how odd is that advice two days in a row...

Now... for the next event of the second to last day of the year... an H20 infusion.

And because somedays I am amazing...

This will be the THIRD post in one day.

Of course this will just happen to not any valid information in it... just like the last two... but I feel that this should be documented....

"When the cats away, the mice will play".

So the husbandmans BOYFRIEND is out of town (the one that he skates with, watches hockey with, goes to hockey with, eats chicken wings with, SHARES tools with.......).... well, across the big pond that costs lots of money to board the boat....

ANYWAYS......

(loving this.....)

The husbandmans FIRST boyfriend called him up.... and THE TWO OF THEM are going to watch the hockeygame at the pub.

BEST not tell ANYONE in particular about this little fact....

Next up... FACEBOOK.....

ARE we human?

So... now that there is an extra MP3 player in the house... guess which song I have downloaded 10,000 times!!

I can say that I do love THAT song by The Killers!

Now I am looking for music to throw onto this thing... of course I only want DANCE music on this little baby... and it just a LITTLE baby... compared to the boys 32 GB iPod touch.

HOWEVER... my 4 GB is more than enough for this non-kitchen loving lady. (Don't worry folks.. I wont purposely burn it down.... I feel though it is probably just much better that I do not UTILIZE this space... but rather spend my time downloading music...!)

So now.... I will muster up a little soft shoe gentle sway... oh right.. I don't feel like dancing! That's a lie.

Countdown crackdown

Yes people... with the lovely overly festive season wiping it's hands of crackers and nut bits, it's time to get back to reality.

Of course there is the little issue of which reality I wish to blend with. The pretend reality that I identify with completely... or big world reality... where you have to watch news and stuff, and bug your children to do their homework... well that is an exageration.. one child gets bothered, and the other child is HOUNDED TO THE INCH OF HIS EARDRUMS. (Of which it has nil effect... must make note of that....)

In the meantime... Mr. Gramericason himself has SIXTEEN (16) s.i.x.t.e.e.n (six plus ten) assignments due. AND not because Mr. Gramericanson has an overly industrious social studies teacher... it is quite simply that NON homework son seems to yet again live up to his name as a slippery fish. If that doesn't scream redundant... but you know... are baracudas slippery... ? hmmm I say....?

Today we will open his binder.. and see if we can't break that brand new stiff binder thingy that he more than likely has going on.. and see if we can't FISH out some assignments that HE JUST MIGHT BE ABLE to finish.

My boy... always the make work project....

On the 28th day...... walked in circles

I believe I am good at this sort of thing.

I walked in the fog yesterday, and looked like a bag lady sort of type....

I really wanted a coffee... but opted to NOT walk to starbucks with my whole one dollar and one cent in my pocket.

The neighbour down the street said that it was a good call on my part ... being that I had on the oversized pantaloons, and brightly arrayed layers of clothing.

Probably should be embarressed about this... but am not.

I believe mental illness has found it's way in.

well well well well

Isn't it just like me to forgot to post on the 25th day.

Well you know... of course it is just that day that I become ONE year older.... silly me.

To celebrate I drank wine, ate turkey, indulged in bugles and dark chocolate after eights... and forgot about the world of weightloss for only but a moment...

Today it all came crashing back to me when two of the boys at work whispered to me.... so how much exactly have you lost..... and the other wanted to know how I did it.

I told them it was a trade secret... I don't even know how I did it.....

AND on the 26th... I worked.

ICK!.. to make up for all the wreckless shopping of course!

And on the 24th I:

FREAKED OUT.

Figured out that the little Missy didn't have enough gifts to open.

Seriously folks.

It doesn't matter that people are needing goats and soccer balls in this world, and maybe even some food....

But that girl of mine NEEDS to open gifts.

Lots of them.

I drove around Port Coquitlam, and the MALL... and bought her things... many things.

BECAUSE.

So ya... now she has gifts to open..... lucky her... and the BAD MEMORIED mother...

I believe that is what I accomplished today...

OH.. and I cold water defrosted the turkey.. it's a good thing that I am not in charge of cooking it!


End of story.

On the 23rd...

I fretted.

Some how I missed the 22nd.

Could have been the margaritas.

Yes, I think it was.

Oh well... with just a little extra done... I am one step closer to gift giving day.

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However... NOW I am baking.

OK, not really baking... I just have the oven on, and am thinking about baking.

I showed my friend my kitchen the other day.... she said she'd seen it before....

BUT what I didn't get to say was....

"Look, it's just like brand new.... it doesn't get used much by me...."

So today... I am .... making caramel popcorn.

I think I burned the first batch.

Yes, how the hell is that possible?

Hmmm... tragically troubling...

I think I might have just burnt the second batch.

What the DOUBLE hell.., I have been following the directions.

I DESPISE using my kitchen..

So, on the 23rd.... I shut down all operations that involved the kitchen.

The End.

OMG

Went to the mall.

Need I say more?

Brought home a bag of goods.

Not really.

Wrapped gifts.

Looks like the boy isn't getting a whack.

But the girl is.

Still have managed to spend more on him.

Went out tonight to buy more things.

That is what this world is made of.

People and their things.

If only I could get something for the husbandman.

He might like me better.

Or not.

OMG.

December 19 & 20

Did you really think  I would miss out... did you really thing..... hmmmmmm??

I arrived at Starbucks both mornings .... promptly to collect my coffee... that made me happy.

Of course on the 19 & days of December I worked... there is nothing exciting about that.

WHAT was exciting... going to the PUB with some friends... now that was fun... AND this one wild and crazy has not been to the pub in months. ( I need to get my head screwed on straight I think....)

AND on the 20th..... I watched Survivor.. that is why people. I like survivor... me and the PIP really like it. AND so does a certain elderly gentleman that lives in this home... except he watches it at different times than us.... Silly man.

That is all.

AND on the 18th day of December.

I sat back.

AND enjoyed....

The GIFTS of friendship.

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Now I am totally pissed up drunk, hugely fat, completely lost and tragically in tears.

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And it's just after eight in the morning.

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OK.. NOT!

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But ... I do have the opportunity to be... only because...

Yesterday..

I had two FANTABULOUS friends come over. Well,... one made it to the front door.. which is pretty good .... considering that we do not really ever see one another anyways.. except on schoolgrounds, or in schools... and that is all.

AND lucky for me... I received some gifts!

A book of poems, (the tragically tears parts), a banquet of places to see and go around Vancouver and beyond (the completely lost part), a plateful of homemade cookies (going all bigga bigga here), and a freshly bottled chocolate cherry port, or raspberry chocolate, or something BERRY chocolate... which I am quite certain I will like... or liked considering that I am supposed to be piss faced drunk already...

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So ya.. isn't that the nicest!

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BUT NOW ... on the real 18th.... I scurried, and hurried and frazzled about.
Laundered and sorted ... and cleaned the girls room out.

Forgot about gift giving, and all that assorted stuff.
Made a list for myself, so the gift giving wouldn't be so rough.

Thought about the plans, and how things should go.
Worried about wrapping paper, tapes and bows.

I wondered if Mr UPS would stop by soon.
Hopefully to drop off a gift, before I go out at noon.

I wished to go walking, but this morning there's rain.
Ahhh... I feel like today that I am in a little pain.

A wonderful excuse for a woman with lots to do.
As I am sure most of the world is very likely too.

But, natter as I may, you will laugh at this:
I have already managed to clean my gift bag cupboard.. in complete merry bliss!

Today being the 17th...

And on this day so far:

Woke with a startle. I am not sure over what.
I believe I am dreaming of that mother bear and three cubs out there somewhere... because I know of their existance, and semi know their locale.. it's hard to stop thinking about them... they might have been down at Minnekhada at one point, as there was a mother plus three down there... but you know.. with the excellent feeding supply we have around here... I can see why these lovelies are producing families of three.

I will have to come back to this... I am an escort again for a certain TALL someone....
I must go walking!

Ooooooooooooooh.

Well ho ho ho there lovely readers.

How did I go so wrong....?

What in the world was I thinking?

How could I have missed the 16th Day of December?

I lived it. I  know it was the 16th... but I have missed it in blogger world.

Yes, that's a shame.

Hilights from the 16th... not exactly in order, or relevance due to the limited brain capicity.

1. woke up
2. got out of bed
3. dragged a comb across my head
4. found my way downstairs
5. and drank a cup
6. and looking up
7. I noticed I was late

Wait... I wasn't late.. nor do we have stairs...I best start over

1. milled around
2. made some coffee
3. said goodbye to half the family
4. chatted with the tallest family member
5. drove him to school
6. because I like him
7. went walking at the track.. today it was open-only at the far gate
8. sped around the track
9. caught up to some girl who was speeding in front of me.
10. she might have slowed down
11. talked to a woman with a greyhound, they are interesting dogs, decided didn't want to own one
12. returned home
13. my house gave me the evil eye
14. finished organizing christmassy things
15. laundry
16. dishes (hey they area a given & probably shouldn't count)
17. talked to the sister
18. talked to the mother
19. vacummed
20. bathroom (it wasn't a break)
21. I wrote an email to a friend... it wasn't a ten second splashy psychotic one.
22. cleaned the dogs utensils
23. made my way into my bedroom
24. feared that
25. greatly
26. opened up closet doors
27. decided to clean the rest of it out
28. packed away a laundry basket full of clothes
29. please remember that I gave away six reuseable grocery bags last month
30. then I hung up the remainder of my clothes
31. I took to hanging up summer t-shirts
32. feeling desperate
33. it was time to fetch the nephew
34. picked him up, drove him home
35. drove back down, picked up own child plus another nephew, drove him home
36. dropped girl off at home
37. made my way to grocery store
38. (we are out of the four different varieties of milk, plus cream & orange juice)
39. relived the moment where I was told not to carry things.... yes.. hmm.. right.
40. flew to a little gaming store.
41. rushed inside.. thinking I was going to buy a game. Bought some points.
42. Went to pick up the boy from the GF's house.
43. Took him to piano.
44. drove home, wrote a check, found a book and stuffed some key lime shortbread in a bag, threw chicken pieces & snow peas in the microwave (youch hot.. but I ate anyways), heated them, then threw some potstickers in the micro for the crazy boy, heated then left to go back to piano.
45. picked up boy.. where the piano teacher told me that they boy was psychotic about finding a beatles book... and I didn't buy it for him.
46. dropped the boy off back at the GF's house where he could continue to build pieces of newly purchased furniture.
47. drove over to the music store... bought the beatles book that I had asked them to put on hold last week.
48. arrived home, plugged in the straightener, flatener, whateverener it's called.
49. proceeded to straighten the girls hair, now that's a process.
50. decided to straighten my crazy hair... because it was looking crazy.. fly away crazy bits sticking out everywhere & all over the place.
51. oh.. no time left.. had to leave to get to christmas like concert at the girls school.
52. returned home... eight thirtyish... called the boy... PLEASE COME HOME.
53. he wasn't quite done putting screws and things in cabinets
54. I waited about until 9 PM, then left to fetch him, ready or not.
55. returned home, plugged in christmas tree.... and then proceeded to listen to the boysy play his piano .. and of course that guitar.
56. by 10:30 that was enough...I shut down this party for one day.
57. turned on Seinfeld...
58. And somebody spoke and I went into a dream

A day in the life....

Walk...? Not. Not walk?

So this morning... I have already attempted to go walking.

On the fifteenth day of December I wished to go walking first thing.

Well almost wished.

I wish for many things.. walking as the forefront not so much.. but you know.. when the boy refuses to go to school, one must CAVE and drive him.

I realized very quickly that was the very basis on him not wishing to go to school.

Of course being a ROCK SOLID mother.... ha ah aha ha ha h haahh a... of course being the true evil person that I am proceeded to go into great details about how HIS FATHER is deeply concerned for his future... and this could greatly put him at risk of turning out like a washed up musician playing at bad events... and him and his scruffy dog living on the streets. While that didn't really get him out of bed.. the whole "ride to school" was the ticket to my success.

So.. since I was out.. and looking ever so ugly in the process... I dressed for the event, and drove to my favourite track. (The one in which I lone-lll-leeee walked around on Saturday night...). This time the gates were still locked. OK.. what's the deal... it's 0810... why can't the gates be open... ? I was hopeful that the track would be far less slippy than the walkways leading to the track... but you know.. I really wished to walk.

Now I am home... with the smell of coffee still brewing in the home...and once inside this inner sanctum... it's hard to return to once was.

I am trapped inside a virtual vortex.... and that is how it is on the 15th!

Fussy Mussy Fourteen

Now typically I would speaking of the crazy haired blond girl with a title like that.

Today I am not.

However... you know that ALL my titles are the opening statement to the words going down the page.... certainly... as that is the way.

Today is different.....

Today I PERSONALLY have been fussing, and fussing and fussing.

AND.. because I am me.. more fussing.

Another true feeling of christmas has arrived in our homeland, if only it is all temporary.

SNOW!

Snow is nice.. snow is lovely.. snow is... you know... all white and crispy and clean feeling, and welcoming at this time of year.

It brings out that extra flavour of festive to this lovely season.

EXCEPT TODAY.

Today is supposed to be our last meeting for the group...

And with snow... that just hampers the whole little shin dig.

Do I continue, do I not... what do I do... do I cancel.. do I not... what do I do... should I make it next week, should I not ... what do I do... I shouldn't cancel because some people will come, but maybe they wont, is this asking people to do something they do not want to do... what do I do....

AND that is where the lovely OCD part of the brain kicks into high gear..... and endless round of questions. I am the image of the hamster on the running wheel at 3:26 in the morning. (Well.. except last night... my brain was too tired to be bothered to wake up with any more thoughts on the subject actually...)

Hence now the Fussy Mussy Me this morning..... sporting Frizzy-Izzy hair to make the look complete.

Whoa little doggy...

Almost stepped on you ... yet again...

So on the 13th day... I returned to my working.

Go me...

And decorated a tree.

Wished to cook up some chicken.

Which is quite usual you see.

I would like to go walking.

But that wont go well.

I'll slip across the white stuff that has suddenly fell!

Not sure what I'll feed this family of mine.

Hopefully nothing that will take up too much time...

I believe I am allergic to something called a stove...

It's makes me all itchy, and stuffs up my nove.

Yes, that's right, I said nove... shut up all the time!

And I believe this about the right time, to put a complete end, to this little rhyme.

HA!


AND... on the 13th day of December.. I wrote a poem!

How in the heck did this happen....

On the 12th day of December...

I returned to work.

THAT seemed forever away ... way back in September... and October... and then November....

I managed to have the hair coiffed, and looked semi-normal. People did not recognize me.

Other people wanted to know how my holiday was... and where was my tan.

I wanted to know when I was going to go on holidays... and I too am looking for a tan!

NOW.. the trouble is figuring what to wear tomorrow. I have a fairly limited wardrobe... it's a good thing that I only work two days a week!

On this eleventh day of DECEMBER I:

HAND delivered a christmas card to a wonderful friend who I DO NOT spend even close to enough time with!

Of course there was the chance meeting that she would be at the school where I was doing pick up at.. and the fact that she only lives a couple houses away....

BUT it beats last year when I assured her I had a christmas card... (STORE BOUGHT !!! ICK!!... but at least it was sparkly!)... which she never did quite get... but I did see a couple of sightings of it throughtout the year.... and with the best of intentions... never quite got it to here....

Oh...! and on the 10th day of December....

Mommy Dot was still needing to be released from prison.

I heard it on the radio!

True story.

Fashioned in the mind of a youngster from many moons ago.

I KID you not!

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OK... so truth be told...

Once upon a time when I was a child.... those years are stretching further and further away...

I used to hear this song on the radio ... and I believed it was about this Mexican family that had their mother (Mommy Dot, as she was called) sitting in a mexican jail (for reasons unknown- like putting too much butter in the shortbread or something like that...), and all they wanted for christmas was to wish her a merry christmas, so they stood at the jail gates and begged the guards to "Release Mommy Dot!" (You must now picture the whole Mexican family standing at the gates... with Mommy Dot on the other side, waving at them....oh, and Mommy Dot was kinda a bigga bigga lady because of all her baking...)

Now put it to music.....

"Release Mommy Dot... release Mommy Dot....release Mommy Dot... release Mommy Dot...." (add in some spanish sounding words here)

And then.... some more lyrics....

"I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas"
"From the bottom of my heart"

Yes people... it's all true....

On the 10th day of December I heard "Feliz Navidad" for the first time... of course cleverly disguising itself as "Release Mommy Dot".

I think it's time for some professional help ....

On the ninth day I:

Got it together for approximately 33 minutes and did some Christmas shopping.

How incredible am I?????

I even went to the boys piano recital thingy-er-jig.

It was all good.

I put together a picture frame that I only have had for a year.

AND wrote out ONE thankyou card.

OH.. and I best not forget the three sprigs of christmas cheer that I arranged onto the kitchen table.

This has been a day of days.... !

So.. I will not tell the list of details of the many millions of things that I should have done.... I only wish to give out the smallest of things... because you know.. I live a life of mystery and intrigue...

(and semi-forgetfulness)

I will save that for another occasion....

And on Day 8 of december I decided that

It was best to fool with my camera settings....

AND on the 7th day I decided...

That my hair seems shorter today than it did last week.

Perhaps this is just an early morning messy hair observation or something.. but really.. it does look a LOT shorter.

I also decided that I  WAS NOT going to go walking at this very early hour. I wish to... but you know... it's that cold and all excuse coming out again. I believe I will go later.. I did that yesterday.. and the day before.

The people on the crescent are bored of me now.. I am a constant in their livingroom windows... there goes freaky lady... walking in her circles. There is the ODD occasion that I do the track walking... which I very much like, but for the QUICK STAT like walk, it's out the front door I go.

I started in on the Christmas cards.. although I am not good at it... as I say to myself.. "oh, I should actually write something in that card, not just sign it..." which results in a whack of cards just sitting, half written, labeled... for this person to scoot to the computer and drone out some insight into life in the big fast lane for the past year... I might want to write out ONE organized letter,... but that would take some keenly ACUTE skills of organization or something.. and I am far better on the random side.. and you know.. not everybody wants to hear about my boring life on one page.... I just want to give them the headlines.... like... "this summer I spent every single night of the week down at the bear location.... this is the ONE picture I was able to get...." OR... things like.... I gave up alcohol.... not for any other purpose than probably just being crazy....", or better... "the husbandman spoke with me last on November 3rd around 7:20 am, he mentioned that he liked the thought of summer coming soon...." . SEE, it's those random thoughts that everybody doesn't really get, and nor do I. I should probably just close up the self sealing envelopes... (dont be jealous about that Lujza!), and send them off...with a coded message... like text messaging but in christmas speak...

MCHNY

HA!

And so....

The day moves ahead.... the PIPPY has made a wonderful 12 year old choice that her pale pink yoga jacket is going to keep her warm making the trek up to her cousins today.

I wish her good luck.

Book titles on this cold day

The Golden Spruce ... this was an excellent book.

Fugitive Pieces, not quite what I am used to reading.

Happycoldsundaythesixthtoyou

Yes... it is the truth... on the sixth day of December it is cold here.

Go West Coast!

Cards still undone.
Hair done.
Floors done.
Due to living in home, floors now undone.
Laundry, done and undone.
Christmas decorations, in dollhouse shed.
Put up one snowflake, second one still lying on table.
The glassman husbandman brought home a piece of glass.
Have been waiting since the summer time... good to know he has some skills in the department.
Picture printer temporarily seized, not good.
Scrapbooking supplies scattered, must unscatter.
Curled hair THREE times yesterday. The last TWO times was within an hour of each other... hair is strange.
Had troubles figuring out what shoes to wear out last night.
Had troubles just going out last night... the pants, the shoes, the shirt, the hair!
Have been awake since four. Then semi not awake, then awake.
Could be the THREE glasses of wine I drank! Ha! Haven't drank anything since middle of August some time...will need to start this task immediately.
Need to come up with a plan for tomorrow. Ok... this is a STAT like thought process needing some cueing to the top of the brainthoughts here.
Need to wash two more sets of sheets, get one bedroom cleaned out, and a closet. Must happen today.
Probably would like to go to the SantaClaus parade,... but you know.. it's cold and stuff.
Now drinking coffee.... cheese and crackers... my thought processes are being fired here every 2.5 seconds...

Perhaps this would be the best time to throw some ink on cards...

Can't wait for the coffeee to kick in....

AND on the fifth...

day of December....

Guess....

Just guess.....

Just take a good crack at it......

WRONGO-BONGO....

I did not decorate....

I re-decorated myself actually....

with a fresh box of hair colour.

yes folks.. it is all true... now I am down to doing the haircolouring event every three weeks.

the hair just grows that fast...what is one to do?

In other things extraordinarily boring...

Last week I suggested to the little homesteading family (dog STILL included) that we should just haul out our huge to life Santa Claus (that sits behind one of the chairs in the livingroom for about 10 months out of the year... because people... we do not have any place to store a TRUE to life form such as this guy....) that we should just put lights around the guy, and put him ON the chair, and leave it at that... kind of a new tradition to the christmas time festivities...

HENCE no fussing over trees, and decorations... and ten zillion lights, and you know..once we are done with the festivities... SANTAman can just go behind the chair again...  I thought it was a brilliant plan. EXTREMELY brilliant.

Oddly enough.. none of the rest of the family took to the idea. NONE of them.

Fools.

So today I came clean....

I told the FOOLS that they really were FOOLS tobelieve me in my highly excited grand plan.

Of course then the husbandman began to regret his decision for the FOOLISH plan that was layed out before him... because now his job is to make a retreat to the little dollhouse shed across the yard, and bring in the 10 shipping cruiseship containers worth of christmas decorations now.

Oh silly man.... why ... why would you forsake such a brilliant planned scheme by the ever so loving wife with newly coloured hair..... why?

Could it really be that the chemicals and fumes have really affected my brain?

One should not question...

OH... and really.... what day should I start the christmas cards.... because although I tried to steal L's wreath from her front door last week... (pictured below)... I can not steal her already created, endorsed and sealed christmas cards for the bloggedy blog blog.

Rats....

In other things....

Today seems like a good day to get out some glass cleaner, a vacuum and a mop....

Sat YES to the DRESS!

Because I am ever so organized this morning.. ah aha ha hah  haha hah ahahha... whew, pardon me...

I have decided to PVR the back to back shows.

The girlie girl has left some sort of FAKE like animal thing meowing away.... I just can't find it.

I should probably colour my hair... it's that day again....

OH.. and christmas cards... they are calling to me... sort of.

I think I should go walking now.... it's blue sky and cold out... it all makes sense to me.

AND where's my coffee this morning... I didn't make any yet....

I am going to have to get myself in gear here people.... I just need to google "getting one gear" to see what that actually means... this could take a while...

On the 3rd day of...

December!

I hunted for an article of clothing to wear out on Saturday night.

What a waste!

How is it that NOBODY has ANYTHING~!

Far to picky I am sure... but you know.. I am not a glammy or glitzy...

I just want a sweater that isn't up to my chin, nor past the waist line.

Why is this so challenging I say people....?

W.H.Y.??

The PIP and I just got home from the mall... and ICK... there was nothing there... just like there wasn't anything at the mall last night either.. (different mall)... but I went with the boy last night... he was actually quite helpful... despite the no luck situation.

I guess I am having to go with Reitmans... and their selection is practically NOTHING this year!

AND tomorrow... not sure what the fourth day will bring... I am still thinking about that...

And on the 2nd day of December I:

Went to the Ford dealership with the mother.

Just a tune up folks, not an early Christmas gift!

I think I am going to rake my backyard today.

It has needed some attention since the leaves fell off the trees... and the winds blew cedar bits off the trees.

I also have Christmas cards that are needing the plastic covers removed from the box, and every so NEATLY scribbled in!

In an effort to keep the family believing that I am an OK mother... I might even have to resort to some form of Christmas shopping. That is my function in the home at this moment.... as the husbandman has managed to successfully load and unload dishwashers AND combat the laundry.

I maintain an equilibrium of camera usage and book completions.

"Hmmmmmm... what's that... we need something from Costco.... oh... I'm sorry.. I don't really shop there any longer...." says the NEWISH crazy haired mother.

No seriously.... I may even just clean out more of my closet today....being all bigshotish and all about myself....

OK family... off to school and work you go.... I have THINGS to accomplish here...

ya right... see post below.

Pausing for a Christmas moment...

Christmas festivities!

Happy December 1st!

Sunday Eagle Adventure.

I took off this morning, despite rain, and ventured forward out to Harrison Mills. This is all I have... they even already come already blurred!

Because I love them

Pretty sad about this whole "winter thing" that has to happen... yes I GET there is a season for everthing... but I still very much wish to be out driving the "bad lands" to find these lovely beings...!

Not entirely sure why but...

I absolutely wish to go eagle spotting today. I will bring my camera.. but not sure of why I would do that either. I have been meaning to drive out to Harrison Mills for a number of weeks... but just haven't had the "oumph" to do it...

And now... since I am really wishing, wishing wishing to I just am hesitating big time....Hmmm.. because it is pouring out.

We are supposed to have less rain today than tomorrow, so today might be a good day. Of course Tuesday it is supposed to be brilliant blue sky, I should wait to go then.. but I wish not to..I wish to go today. Maybe I will go Tuesday as well.

In other things not entirely sure of:

The boy went to the US of A's Black Friday sales. Once again.. he has come home a new fellow, sporting colour and flavours of jeans and shirts a good solid crazy mother like myself would be proud of.

I appreciate the fact that when they grow older all the cute dinosaurs and rocket men are to no longer be worn on the face of T-Shirts.. but I am wondering when exactly Sesame Street becomes acceptable again... because the Gramericanson is now sporting a new Sesame Street T-shirt, which is clearly him. OH.. and he has a NEW purple plaid shirt. Now this isn't to go with his purple pants... because he has quit wearing his purple pants, ... he says he has so much explaining to do while wearing them, that it just isn't worth his bother. He claims they are weekend wear only.

Not sure what his excitement will entail today, as he called me yesterday at 4:45 PM and asked for me to come and collect him from his GF's house. He has been sleeping ever since. Poor character.... my musician is out for the count.

In things that make me smile about my mr. gramericanson. He has pretty much mastered the song by Kiss "Beth". I can tell..... only because he does this certain rocking motion when he plays it on the piano when he becomes comfortable with a song. Now he madly (well, not this moment exactly)... is learning a song from John Lennon ... some obscure type sounding song that has a lounge lizard feel to it... kind of a fun song.. and I don't have a clue of the name at the moment.

In even more things that make me ask the question of I'm not entirely sure why...

The husbandman washed his insulated coveralls yesterday... and now he is planning on putting them on, and lying in the driveway for the day, "doing things" to the underside of his BELOVED jeep. (Let's get this straight people... there's a certain love factor out there for him... his dog, his jeep, his hockey, his other things... .((other things refer to his speciality items that live in his garage, shed and craigs list)).... yes, he has washed his overalls to do something to his jeep. He could have saved himself the effort and just the thrown the overalls on, thrown some dishsoap on himself, and let the weather take care of the rest. He is also most disgruntled that his fellow jeep boyfriends are going "somewhere" for a little off-road action. OK.. how ICK is that... weather that is pouring out, and sliding through MUD... ok no thanks. I am beginning to rethink the whole eagle adventure and instead follow my mom to the casino!

Do not fear good souls.. I will not leave my ailing boy with a father that insists on lying in the driveway on a rainy Saturday, and a crazy dog that paces, or a sister that doesn't realize he isn't even home... see.. I am a good mother. Chances are the boy will wake up, have a shower, eat some breakfast, have colour put back in his face.. and POOF he will be gone.

In the meantime I have a good book that I need to finish... and a small pile still waiting for me... and with the "festive" season quickly approaching I have projects that I am thinking about in my head that I wish to set my sights upon...

Not entirely sure of that one....

Why believe...?

Some days it is too hard to imagine that " a higher power" is in control of our destinys.

It is too hard to contemplate; given the news that a perfectly wonderful soul was taken from this earth in a drop of an eyelash.

She was a mother, wife and friend with six very loved children.

Why believe...?

Tim Hortons has returned.

So... in an effort to become a fully contributing member of the household... the husbandman and I went to get some groceries last night.

Now normally this is what the sister and I would DUB "useless-task-night!"

I think the husbandman might have thought in his head... "HOly-shoot-cakes-it's spend the-evening-with-the-wife-night!!".

And because I am an incredibly LOVING wife.. I even told him that. He just stared at me through his wickedly lovely glasses. NO reaction.

Ka ching! Right again...

BUT YOU KNOW...I have this to report... once I have decided that I am going to be his sidekick for the mini adventure... he does begin to talk... about food related items only... not about regular raising children adventures... and their gift requests... which leads me to ponder GREAT thoughts... that if this man has NO input into their christmas gift giving... it only leave the CRAZY one to make the decisions... (let me remind YOU that it was only a couple weeks ago that I was buying all NEW livingroom furniture people....).

So ya.... got in... got out.. got the job done.... made the almost 15 year old boy help bring the groceries in, and help unload them... while I sat at the kitchen table... with pretty little candles flickering away. (that would be the husbandman "turning" them on, not me....)

SO this is where we got to watch BOY WONDER in action... as he put deodorant in the refridgerator, straws in the freezer, and yogurt in the china cabinet. Oh that boy of mine... he is a helpful one.... OK.. and the whole while... the husbandman just busily puts things away... ignoring the antics of his FIRST BORN.

The KILLER is.... "the Till" is up and around, wandering about, in between the two human Yahoos.... when the crazy boy starts in with the "Till voice" (hey,... if a stuffed dog can talk.. why can't the real version of one talk as well....)

It's starts with.... (the boy speaking for Till... aka Ellpee... who has been on her last legs since about AUGUST....).... (hear in your heads if you will a male version miss piggy voice)

"So uhm... did anyone think to get me something to eat... as you all know I am working at starving myself..."

"Here... I will just wander between the two of you... nobody hit me now...., that will only knock me over....."

"How about.. I will break my hip, and all of you can watch me miraculously recover from it.. how about that... would you like to see that.. I could do it.. I really could... LOOK at all the things I have recovered from the past couple of months....."

Yes people... that is the rocket scientist boy speaking for the STILL living dog...

AND albeit that it may not be at all funny speaking about an impending dogs death... I guess it really is hugely funny to see how FAR people will go to cope with the grim details of life.

OH.. and between all of this madness... it has been created by the fact that last night... as I wandered past the MEAT section (well... it was a do-over because the husbandman decided that he really wished to BUY some meat.... which I do not like doing... because I don't really like meat all that much...  except for chicken... is that meat???) WHEN...

I spotted it .....

TIM HORTONS coffee... successfully purchased and now in my home....

WE are not entirely crazy...

Happy because.....

We took the dog out!

But we give people reason to think we are. Here is "Prance" making her random picture appearance into this space. This was ONCE a live german shepherd, but then she died... and missy above missed her... so we bought her a stuffed version of the once EVIL QUEEN. She has been gone almost five years.. but her personality lives on... like a puppet in our home. AND as SOME of the people in this homestead would like to believe that they have no part in her puppetness... they are equally as guilty as keeping this ONCE evil queen still very much alive.

The last picture is one of her lounging in the kithcen with a new found gift of an umbrella... it was given to the Miss Fusspot... but then Prance spotted it, and decided that she must lounge beneath it for hours on end, with her abundant paw resting on her abundant hip. Look at the smile on her face.... is this stuffed dog not HAPPY with her new found umbrella?

Oh... and by the way... we just got "Prances" christmas wish list.. and along with other assorted items, she has also requested a fire truck to add excitement to her life, and a weight loss book, so she can actually sit on the firetruck without crippling it. Her words, not mine.

Because I do nothing...

My objects of interest must not move at a quick pace.

Because I am boirng.

Was going through photos... and deleting some... found these... kinda boring..... and yet I thought the first one was interesting.. I didn't change the colour... it just happened like that... but the rest.. hmmm.

Why??

Why, I ask?

Why does one have to be so braindead?

Why does one not have the answer?

Why?

Why are there so many fruit flies hanging about?

Why... where could they be coming from?

Why are the fruitflies still here?

Why, why, why?

These are the questions the husbandman ask.

The answer....

The wifey just found her coffee grounds recycling bin underneath the ever so tidy kitchen sink area.

(It is ever so tidy....)

HOWEVER... the wifey did NOT know that it was there.

SO when she opened it up to put the fresh grounds in....

about 3000 flies came to visit.

I guess we will be back to the WHY questions at the end of the day when the husbandman returns ....

Unless I get to them first!

Samsung!

Yesterday in Deannaland ended up being a not so brilliant day.

Ah whatever....

Today is a new day...

Moving on!

However.... yesterday involved a lot of laying low... not much to my liking, but that is just how somedays go... can't help it.

AS I was busily watching "say YES to the dress" (LOVE that show!!!), next to the only other show I watch... "survivor"... the TV kept going all wonky and haywire, and then would turn itself off.

Hmmmmm.

What does that mean?

So I would march back to the TV, and turn it back on... (Because really who can miss Randy giving these beautiful brides HIS fashion ideas....).

Where it would happen again.

Well... I am beginning to get paranoid here....

Is the TV telling me something....?

So... with the thought of having TWO TV fires in the past, I decided that I wasn't going to make this THREE, and turned it off.

Now the bedroom is sporting a 26" perfectly wonderful Samsung TV.

Much to my happiness.

And probably the rest of the households... since I didn't wait for the older TV to try and burn the house down.

What's that saying... "three times the charm...."

No thanks.

the Glass Castle

Alrighty then.... this was an amazing read. It leaves me with many questions though... it really does. My friend said to me that after I read this book I could nominate myself for "mother of the year". Without a doubt I could win "moty"... (so could many other mothers) but at the very bottom of the cover of the front page it also says... "A memoir"... which reminds me very much of the book

"A million little pieces".

Ditty this:

Was awake since four,
With nothing to do...
Wandered the internet
And Facebook too...

Heard Rudy leave for work,
then Lady Kathy came next.
Gary warmed his diesal,
While they waited for their friends.

I got bored of being awake,
and wished to close my eyes,
I would have a little sleep,
And wait for the family to rise.

While fast asleep,
something woke me with a fright.
the heart was already racing...
But now it was daylight.

Not sure what it was
Maybe one of the husbandmans garage like treasures..
Perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me...
One would venture to endeavour.

As luck would have it,
and this time on my side..
The husbandman even heard it,
and searched for the sound semi-far and wide.

That was the 2nd start to the day
With a pounding heart & a fright...
Not sure what will happen next..
Well into the deep dark night.

Some good... some BAD!

Excellent... except one is left feeling that raising children, working and providing for THEIR family alone isn't enough.... this fellow is incredible!

Well Janet... it's time to change it up a bit with the characters. I had a good laugh from one page. That was it..

Good! Very cute book, and a very quick read.
Bad.. bad ....bad...


OMG... hideous. I did however like the reading from around the Vancouver area.


Nicely done.. not sure if I could step into this fellows shoes... or any other relief peoples shoes in fact.

Saturday before noon:

What have I accomplished:

Well... sleep until 5:45. Hm. Refreshed! AND once again frightened to get up.. in case that wakes the sleeping dog. My world at this moment in time is surrounded with dog-like features.

DID NOT wash out the new do. It's quite a frightening one... all straight and organized looking hair. ABSOLUTELY not used to that. The chicklets ar most concerned with this new temporary look. AND the husbandman wont make any eye contact.

Who the hell am I .. I say??

Have read ONE of my books... and have a couple pages left... kind of a cute book. Will reveal once it is done. Have practiced the piano.. YES .. me practiced the piano. BELIEVE it or not....

Managed to get the boy organized and sent him to the great big US of A for the day with is GF and her family. Gave him a letter of authorization to be their... fairly scarey that is.....

AND now... that the girls hair is lovely straightened and done for the day... we are off for some type of adventure.... not sure what type... but some how it will involved looking at things that are pretty.... and maybe sparkly... and book like.... and anything else that we might muster up.

THE husbandman is left to his own devices... collecting tidbits of dog food... and other various assorted USELESS like items.

WE like the husbandman... he is a good guy.. and he keeps the house clean... and he is sporting these NEW glasses.. which make him HOT! Ya I said that Miss Fussina (who is standing right next to me as I type away...) The Daddyfellow is HOT! oh miss pinkcheeks... what is wrong with you...

Well... it's afternoon.. must be off on another adventure...hope I can with stand the big outside world!

Annnnndddd.

because I am uncontrollably nuts....

Went and had the hair chopped off.

It's the shortest its been in a very long while... VERY LONG...

Friday the 13th.

That's what made me do it.

It's sister approved.

She didn't think the hair of mine could get so flat!

It's a good thing that I rescued it with a second box of colour yesterday...

As the first box of colour just didn't do the trick in the DARKNESS department.

Not sure how things are going to go down when it comes to washing this mass of short locks....

I think that is when Friday the 13th will come back to haunt me.

Because i am NOT a doctor.

I decided that I would chop my hormone pill in half.

I will let someone know after my experimental session is over.

I am POSITIVE this is the cause of the sleep disturbance!

If it isn't then I will go back to regular scheduled programming.....

In the meantime... the Missy Till Till has STOPPED her pacing.. and is loving the rest on her pawsy's. Now she is back to regular non stop semi frantic pacing... at a rate that THIS PERSON can much more with stand.

I called up the husbandman the other night and pretty much COMMANDED him to return to the homestead.... how evil am I? Out with his boyfriend for his regular skating and pub festival... and I ruin his fun. Little did I tell him that I FELT LIKE SHIT FOR NO APPARENT reason.. have continued to have a headache.. but that isn't important... it's his little Missy Till Till that is THE ONE that holds this mans attention. He came home for her... which is all I wanted....

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

I'm tired...

I am .. not sure why.

It's the Missy Highmaintenance Wondering Dog that should be tired.

She paced yesterday from about seven in the morning... until six thirty in the afternoon.

She did take a short break while the husbandman sat with her, AND when he took her to the vet.. which I didn't really think he was going to come back with her.

By last night I had enough of this pacing.... yes... I was completely psychotic with the CONSTANT pacing.

The little Miss Till Till WILL not go to any of her regular haunts to sit, or GAWD forbid lay down.

Of course it hasn't been a problem for the husbandman... he has been at work all day.. dealing with worky stressful things... meanwhile.. back at the ranch his most faithful companion in the world paced.

He is now glued to the couch.. with his faithful companion. His faithful companion has newly instated drugs to put her paws at ease.

Who cares about the wife... and having to constantly watch all this.

I might just go furniture shopping today.. just because.

My eyebulbs hurt. Not sure why. I don't think any amount of furniture shopping will put them at rest. Not even sure why I wish to go furniture shopping....

I think I will leave the cowboy and his cowpokes doing their own thing anyways.

CHEESE and CRACKERS I am tired.

morning... or is it?

I believe I went to bed last evening.. but spent the night staring into darkness... and not through my eyelids.

Now it's time to colour the crazy head of hair... now that is one joyous event. I guess it could be equated to drinking beers at the pub on pay per view hockey nights... but that's right... I don't drink beer... ever.

I wish my hair colouring budget was as big as someone's beer drinking budget.. oh wait..... there is NO budget for that.

Silly me... I forget just so easily.

Hows this for an excuse...

I didn't get out of bed earlier.. so I wouldn't wake the dog.

NOBODY wants to disrupt the dog... NOBODY!

Missy 4 eyes

On a whim yesterday I went to the eye doctor... because you know.. things like eyes work... until they kinda don't work... which is what I think happened to me.

Now I have not one.. but two pairs of glasses... but just for reading don't you know!

Yes... it all starts there.... first for reading... and then .... I just need to see this... and I need to see that... and then whala...

You need them to see.... ALL. THE. TIME.

In the meantime.. the book is due back to the library today... and I think I am going to have to make an effort (more like MARATHON-IT)... to get it done.

In the meantime the vanilla chai is steeping away....

and anyways...

So I am all crazy.

Really. Truly.

Squared away, but not yet confirmed....

CRAZY.

I probably should give up drinking coffee.

Just had a cup... wired out of my tree.

Can't wait to start the drinking feature.

Am SO looking forward to that.

In other things.....

The husbandman is off today.

I told him I was his date for the day... and any adventures that he went on... I am going on.

I need to see some sights, and sounds of life beyond the little homestead.

I did manage to empty my closet yesterday of all my fatish type lady clothes.

Please read as in BIGGA BIGGA and not FETISH.

I called up the womens shelter and asked if they needed any bigga bigga clothing.

They were most appreciative.

Of course there was that little addition that I was not to be doing lifting, carrying, moving, shuffling...oh well.

I needed to do something in an effort to stop my brain from starting to smoke in the middle of the night.

I think it worked.... I did see an hour of the deep dark night tick away... but that was the most I saw of it.

and now... must get myself organized and ready to accompany the husbandman.. I really think that he wishes for his dog to make the trek... but she's a bit scary to own lately.... one leap could really be her final leap... it's best to leave her in the homestead in her pampered comfy-ness.

Really wishing that I could venture down and visit the bears if they were to be snatching fish from the creek, but I am thinking that they only embark on that adventure in the deep dark night themselves.

I am still hot on the trail of somehow buying some livingroom furniture.. not sure why this is bugging the SHIT out of me... but it is....

OK.. must go... the husbandman is almost ready to roll.

Rest easily people

I very smartly returned to the sleeping environment at a lovely 6:25, where the littly missy Till till bugged the heck out of me for a bit, and the husbandman eventually made his way of out the beddy at a bold 6:45.... and then with a washcloth and ear plugs in place... slept until 0815.

You know my theory....

Because you know I have theory.....

I am just NOT doing enough... so my brain wakes me up at night.. so I can busily as a beaver think about 10 billion things.

I don't know how these doctory type people can just say.... "you are supposed to do nothing for the next 6 weeks... end of story". The doctory type person did give me a list a mile long of the things that I wasn't allowed to do, and then with the addition of doing nothing.

I don't just do nothing.. I mean I don't do alot.. (according to the husbandman, who I might add might have just built himself a new job description in the morning after this adventure....), but on top of not doing alot, I don't just do nothing. I rarely do nothing. My book reading is my doing nothing. OH and of course "HERE" I guess is doing nothing...but you know.. six of one....

Well ... what is nothing... because nothing can't really be nothing... can it?

You know... doing nothing leaves a lot of free time to drum up the great idea that I am certainly sick of our current living room furniture, and that something should be done about it. I have even rationalized up the grand thought of don't pay until 2015~! With that solid theory in place... who knows where my doing nothing adventures might lead me.

Flyers are one thing... but hands on is much nicer.
~~~~~~

It's grey outside today... not the best picture taking to be had... unless of course I drive out to my favourite dam... but then I would drive there by myself.. I need my pink co-pilot with me....

Well... I will continue to drink my tea... go find my book... which I need to read anyways... and go be too warm on a couch that I wish not see in my livingroom any longer.

And... just because it's the middle of the night....

Don't think that I have nothing to talk about...

Yesterday morning, after a non sleeping night.... I found myself stalking out the bears in the bear location, at a brisk fresh hour of the morning.

What a moron!

I positioned the Mazda 5 in just a way that if I were to spy a bear walking down the creek I could jump out and snatch a picture of it..

I brought my book which is due back in two days... and I completely need to read it....

BUT... there was so much commotion going on with the fish that were crawling themselves up the creek I couldn't tell if it was a bear stealthly eating up some grub, or just the fish creating havoc within the creek. At any rate... the book reading couldn't take place because of the noise factor... and I couldn't miss out on any potential action.

Eventually I had to leave from my viewing spot.... only to drive down the road a bit further... and see... of course you guessed it... footprints.

It's enough to make this crazy person crazy.

In other things that make me crazy:

It's the sound of sleeping. Makes me crazy.
I can only lay in bed for a little while... and then eventually I can not take it any longer. I leave the semi-comfort of the bed, and make my way to the livingroom. I have to do this very quietly... because if "the Till" finds out that the livingroom door is opened she makes a wild scramble to be a part of the carpet adventure. Oh little doggy.... why can't she just sleep in her lovely wicker basket.... just like her catdog dog that she is?

So now I am here... hiding out in the livingroom... and if the little missy four legs finds out... she will start her scurrying about, and bumping doors... hence the earplugs put to another good use.

I will make another scour of the street,... and look for my favourite black blobs moving about in the night... that I never get to see on this street... only everybody else does...

I think I am tired of being tired... which I have no reason to be tired for anything... since I am not allowed to do anything.. but I do do stuff... just not real life stuff... just fake stuff. I think tomorrow I am going to do real life stuff, not sure quite what that is at this moment... but I am certain it is going to be something.

Oh I know.... read my book... must get that accomplished!

In the meantime... I am watching the minutes tick by in the deep dark night... clicking away on this keyboard, that I can not even hear, because the earplugs are jammed in so tight.

Perhaps I will start some fake sleeping now too..

Clown be gone

I had bought some pants in the summer time. They were decidedly the best purchase of the century! I loved them... with every waking chance from the dryer.... I would wear them.

Up until....

" Uh Momda", says the boy....."so are you going to keep wearing those pants, because I am not sure if you changed occupations over the last couple of weeks.... are you still my momda... or are you a clown woman?"

The favourite pants had somehow turned into clown pants. They are now sitting in a folded pile, fresh from the dryer.... still calling to me.

" Come here clown lady... come to me.....spppp.. over here... come put me on clown lady.".. it's quite the tempation when the label is so fitting, but the pants aren't.

good night peoples....

Now it's time for sleep.

Woke up last night at 1:45, remained sitting on the couch until 6:35 this morning.

Slept from 6:55 to 7:00... then the Fussilina Doll came in and asked me to write in her planner.

Sure... no problem Fussilina..... what would you like me to write...?

She COULDN'T do her math.

OH... that's right... Fussilina Doll couldn't do her math becuase her father was out with his boyfriend.

That's what the mother would have written.

Fusslinas's father wrote in her planner this morning.

I am now awake for the day.

It's still night...

The brain is working overtime.

Probably information overload that has kept me from a restful sleep yet again.

It's not something that you can predict once you go to bed... but it's once you are asleep that your body reminds you that yes, you are very much still alive, and have many tasks in life that you are planning to accomplish.

Probably a good thing that is...

I was reminded again today that I am here, in this life, living.

Sounds strange to think of... or contemplate even... of course I am here.... where else would I be?

Well.... not here.... more like floating about the ocean in ashes feeding fish actually.

The brain doesn't do well with that kind of information..... it tends to... ah yes... keep me up at night!

Well... at least I am here to write about it....

Good bye October!

Good riddance.

Have lived through a wicked (in my mind) two weeks.

Glad it's over.

People that I need to thank:

The SISTER... starting with at the hospital when she kicked my foley bag, just as I was going into full flown bladder spasms, because the bag was full at the 3 litre mark.

The MOTHER... she has continued to make soup, bring cheese biscuits, cookies, veggies and dinner for the little family. An incredible woman I say. This woman has more good karma coming to her than the population of Canada!

The SISTER in law.... who brought me soup, fruit salad and a stack of books! Lovely I say!

The FRIEND who helped boost me up in the bed, even when I didn't want to be boosted, and drove in painfully irritating traffic to see me.. lets go take some pictures now!!!

The other FRIEND who brought me ever so timely excellent reading material while sitting/lying around waiting to take pain medication. This FRIEND also brought me my first cup of coffee. HUGELY nice.

The WELLWiSHERS. There were lots of those out there that sent cards and nice thoughts... all good karma coming right back at you.

Did I mention the SISTER... helped me more than this space will ever mention, or she will ever take credit for.

The HUSBANDMAN takes an honourable mention in the clean kitchen, tidy home, clean and folded laundry, and fed children department.

Now back to regular scheduled programming.

Dear followers....

You are just the loyalist of followers.... popping by... reading up a storm... looking at the pics. It's just heart warming.... you know... to natter away... and you continue to return.

WELL

Do I have news for you... I must take a hiatus!

Yes, shutter as you may.... I have been sidelined for a bit.. and wont be dreaming up the stories by the boatload in the weeks to come... it's not that I am not going to return... it's just that I have got to be places... and JUNK.

Take it easy out there in the computer land of life....

Will return eventually....

Please stand by.

When you see our lights flicking

Don't think that we are playing ghosty games. It's our new commuication method with the lovely little Miss Till Till. With her current dying process, which she has temporarily put on hold for the moment.. she has promptly turned deaf. That was a result of an ear infection. So now the Till Till walks around in her silent world.... doing Till-like things.

Since her back is busily crumbling away, and she has more than likely lost sensation to her feeties, she spends a lot of time licking them.


Ta-Lu-Lup.
Ta-Lu-Lup.
Ta-Lu-Lup.
Ta-Lu-Lup.

Times that by fifty.

Now I can't stand the sound of this sort of licking. D.E.S.P.I.S.E. IT.

In the olden days (like a month ago...)if we were to hear her start her licking, then we would clap our hands, and call out her name, not her real name, but her constantly re-invented knickname... and she would stop.

Not so much any longer.

Now we use an electrical current. (Yes, we have become the in-home queens cowboys with our home gadgeted tazers!)...

It's called a lightswitch. And wherever that Till Till dog is... and we hear her licking... we walk to the light and start to flick it. If we are lucky and she isn't in her licking trance, then we can catch her attention... because sometimes although we could walk up and touch her, but that startles her... and can't be having the aging dog having a heart attack now can we?

This works while in the home... but just try it at night, when her back is turned, and she rushes out to eat grass. Yes, the back door light just doesn't have that ... "Till come here!" kind of properties.

Can't wait until next week... when blindness sets in....

Heading out...

To the favourite place in my world.... to the BEARlands.

Hopefully I will find whatever it is that makes me happy.

In the meantime I will collect the FUSS from her cousins house.

Not sure when I will find the boy.... he is still out roaming. Something else he is naturally good at.

A day shortened..

I am already missing the long evenings, and they haven't even left yet.

In other things that haven't left yet...

The Miss Ellpee.

She has resumed eating her "crumples", with the addition of eating that little scottie dog dog food. Not certain what her insides are saying to all of this... but she is eating none the less.

Hmmm... not the same dog we owned one month ago.

Massive headache today... it was actually inside my brain, and not because the husbandman has a week off. He is a bit of a funny character... and he actually invited me to go to the dump with him. On that generous offer... I went with him. Dump fun... oh what fun at the dump!

In fact... we went to TWO dumps... because that is just how much this man loves me... invites me to the dump for a TWO-some.

AND that people is the day... of course a little shortened.

Not entirely prepared...

But what can one do?
The exercise lady cancelled for the group today... and my craft creating session might not be as crafty as I wish... but I will see what I come up with... in less than an hour, so that might be frightening to think about....

Well OK... will give you a small idea of what I wish to do....

I am only wishing that people paint on pieces of paper... anything they wish... and then... I am going to use their painted papers to create little boxes for a christmas wish... when that time arrives... it will kind of be a surprise for them!

I think it will work... if only I can find my paintbrushes!

Well today.....

Wasn't all that well... enough said about that.

Little Miss Till Till decided that she didn't like her dogfood, and has reverted back to eating only hotdogs. Maybe she will go back to her CEASARLY way very soon. She did like it very much yesterday and the day before..... but sometimes too much of a good thing.. is too much of a good thing!

Started reading a book... only read 8 pages.
Went to see the bears. ... didn't see any.
Bought balloons and coloured streamers for a stuffed dogs birthday party.

Yes, that really happened.

BUT! The telus TV person came and managed to get our TV back up and running again... and it wasn't just a lame-ass plug a cable in you idiots sort of deal... even he had to call in for back up... and get this... they even put their employees on hold for a great deal of time..... now I feel so loved.

Well.... feeling as if I must vomit.... "well" be off....

Do I bother?

Quick... I need an answer ... it's a typical rainy blustery day here on the West Coast.... do I rush out to my walking group...??

I would like a cup of coffee... which I do not have the sufficient amount of cream for... so that would be an excuse for going...

And my hair... it's probably looking a little glamourous today with all it's curls and waves... which will be destroyed in 1.3 seconds of stepping outdoors. There are not many days when the hair is looking luxurious! Of course that could be the distorted mirror that I just happened to look in.

Well... as it seems that I talk to myself on a regular basis here, with no direction from anyone, I will have to go it alone with the decision making.

I will go.

The rain wont make me melt, I would really like a cup of coffee, as always the walk will be beneficial to me.. and the real reason is, of course my hair looking good is only a mirage. It has to be... there is never a day in Deanna world when the hair cooperates into good looking locks.

In the meantime... I have to leave the couch area where I am presently at... as it seems like the son was sitting here last night... him and his AXE spray crap... which is what I am thinking I am smelling. AND my nose does not smell any longer... but I can smell this... well I am breathing this... which is going to give me an asthma attack. OH.. and I don't have asthma... but surely this is going to kill me continuing to sit here.

Sooo... I am thinking...

Is it too cold in your house when you can see your breathe?

The furnace doesn't get turned on until a certain KINGLY someone cleans it out. I believe our little world of people that inhabit the home are looking forward to that event, especially the popsicle blogger person, who shall remain nameless, but none-the-less most obvious.

If another post is never written; feel free to assume that this person became a ice encased blogger girl.

I know the family and "all their fancy warm-bloodedness" will just step around the iceberg and complain...."that momda is certainly taking her time on her computer turn!".... " I wonder when momda is going to make my chocolate rice milk?"......"momda.. come here... I need to show you something...!"

They might not notice the predicament I will have found myself in....

Hopefully the KINGLY one will swiftly sparkle up the furnace. I believe I will leave a post it note on his laptop this evening.... "the furnace is calling your name..." That might give him a hint.