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.
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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.