Thank you ...gawd!

So of all the greatest of things that happened in the past number of weeks, months and years gone past, yesterday came crushing in around me, and unveiled itself in the most unlikely of places.

Thank you Heather, and your 90+ years.

I met Heather for all of 15 minutes yesterday, and will never see her again, nor will she remember me. She will pass on from this life never knowing that the meeting with her yesterday was the most AHA moment that I have had in probably the last .. I don't know 15 years or so.

I fervently believe everything has a purpose, as difficult and tragic as some of the things that go on life are, there's just reasons ... I almost wonder if it's the actual universe balancing itself out. (Not crazy here, just an observation).

Anyways ... AS odd as it seems to be ... I think there has been a great protector hovering over me all these years .... keeping me safe from the very job that I was educated and trained to do.

Yesterday Heather called out for help ... and the care staff just walked past and ignored her, and claimed that "she's always like that" ... well for good reason ... something was clearly bothering her. My friend and I sorted Heather out, and walked her back to her room, where she was pleased for 3 minutes of time that we took to simply "attend" to her.

It was that simple.

It was at that moment that it really did come to me ... some higher power has saved me from becoming one of "them". I don't really know who "they" are, but there was certainly an abundance of them yesterday where I happened to visit for 30 minutes.

When I am busily being thankful this weekend, I will give thanks for the greater being that has steered me in many directions, except for the direction that I had hoped to go ... and yet I am already partway there. Believe that.

I will give thanks for the crossing of paths of people that I have been so fortunate to come across. It's for all these reasons that I give thanks to where I am at today, and what direction I am heading in, and what direction my children are heading in.

The boy is busily playing with his band up in Prince George at 3 schools .... encouraging the message of "you can do this" ... it just requires work and dedication to your craft, and just working towards the dream.

The girl will be busily doing her stuff after school that keeps her occupied with the school, on top of finding a cool little job that works her fingertips and her mind with all her social media expertise.

All of this is happening because of the good fortune and the crossing of paths that have happened many years before today.

Again .. good gawd ... I give thanks.

Happy October folks!

The Fuss and I went out to Harrison Hot Springs about three weeks back. It was an impromptu sort of event, which usually just ends up being fun. Which her and I had. I was using my 1.8 prime lens, iso 500 and shutter was I think 1/60

 

 

 

WE had a food photography night at our camera club. It was good learning for me, and I hope to be able to do more,... or at least practice. I can not find my flash drive, and did not submit these images to the camera club, for photo night - but now upon review .. they were worthy or other viewers. The last I know was "Min, can I borrow your flash drive ...?" Ya .. wish I knew what was on it now.

 

 

 

The Jimmyson and his band played the other night at the Port Moody Inlet Theatre. They were smokin incredible! These guys are the Canadian version of One Direction, and yet nobody knows of them. They have a CD which they recorded almost three years ago, but now these guys just sound even better than their CD. I am not freaking kidding you. They need some money in their back pockets to record another album, as they have a list of tunes that need to be layed down. These boys are brilliant. I'm not sure what it takes in a world of mass social media and marketing to get yourself noticed. Do you tweet or do you knock? Not sure.

The only for sure talent agent in this city that I know of is Bruce Allen. I almost think he's done finding people ... so who is the guy waiting in the wings ... ? At this stage of the game, there is NO ONE that could tell me now that these guys are not good enough, perhaps it might be Canada that isn't good enough for them ..

well ... pick a card ..

any card ...!!

Fun and games continue for all those that show up to the party.

Or not.

I have a choice of cyclophosphamide or mycophenolate.

Which will it be!

Dealer's choice will only be made known if the subscriber wishes to proceed.

Eight weeks and counting.

In other things that are even more annoying:

BEARS BEARS everywhere ... can I JUST get a picture .. I declare !

Yes, it's true ... we are coming into full on gorging season with the bears .. so they are now everywhere .. falling out of peoples bushes, front yards, carports and spilling onto the roadways ... they are covering the dyke in mass quantities and slurping back blueberries like nobodies business. Except my sensor.

The days are darkening quickly now .. so the OFF chance that I get to spy one, they are darting across the street, or sitting beneath crab apple trees with long grass in front of them. Really.

I think for today I am just going to take up a little spell of drinking. My favourite peach coloured plastic glass has just been freshly returned to its place on the shelf ... it needs some ice and some liquid refreshment to really serve it's purpose. LIKE NOW.

I took my camera downtown today ..I believed that I would capture some end of the summer photo ops. After my appointment I bought a sandwich, and a coffee and returned to the homestead - but first carted it around Walmart as I shopped for groceries. There went that thought.

Happy September to all the loyal and royal readers out there .. this time Elton John, I will include you, OK, and Steve Martin. Even though you are not royal, ... you play the banjo, so somehow you qualify.

On that note .. my glass is still empty. .. best go pick something ... 

wish wish away

That's the title for today.

I wish for a ton of things in my life .. who doesn't ... who wouldn't?

Maybe it is more for wanting ... I want for a great many things in this life .. who wouldn't .. who doesn't?!

Currently I am wishing for the big  FURRY boy to stop digging holes ... in the NOW ugly back yard. Now that's a definite wish.

I was talking to my friend the other day ... she said to me that it was way way way easier to follow along on this blog .. only because she knew me in person. Otherwise .. I guess I can only guess that the lines of wordisms get a bit scattered and scary .... and sort of leaves the reader question the writers sanity.

Fair enough.

I'm sorta crazy ISH. I'm guessing .. this time .. I will not be wishing on that thought. But I have this:

In other things:

Let me see ... let me see ...

So I went to a wedding on Saturday. I was the last person to be invited. I know that because I walked into the wedding while waiting for the boy .. who was invited to play at the wedding, except he didn't end up playing. Not that he couldn't play .. at the end of all the waiting .... there was a system malfunction with the equipment. He packed up his keyboard in the middle of the dance floor (an outdoor wedding) ... while people danced all around him. Interesting. Then we left.

Earlier in the moment:

The young servers were passing around desserts .. I decided to pass on my dessert since I was now sitting in someone elses abandoned seat ... however ... I passed my dessert to the superiorly skinny video taping guy ... he liked desserts A LOT. The second time around with dessert I passed him mine again, which  still wasn't mine anyways. That video guy looked like he needed to eat at least three peoples dinners and desserts to make up for lost time spent not eating at other functions in his life. This is the business he is in ... so he attends a lot of weddings ... eating desserts .... but probably not this amount ... especially when the keyboardists mother shows up and starts rounding up desserts for the poor soul! Except he didn't look poor ... he just looked like he could afford to eat many many desserts ... for days on end. Then the wedding people started their first dance ... the faceplant boys were up next ... albeit only two of them. That is generally how I think of them .. singlely ... or in multiples. Good thing I was dressed in my regular attire of khaki coloured cropped pants, with my matching polar fleece vest. THANK GAWD for polar fleece vests .. in the summer time. It was brisk ... now this late into the evening ..

Earlier into the event ...

I wished the Bride and Groom happiness .. as I walked past ... , they offered me food drink and desserts ... and made it to where the Jim was sitting with of course a random stranger .. nice guy. The Jim says .. "why does this not surprise me that you are here ?" So I  sat down .... I introduced myself as the driver ... oh .. which I was also his mother. The tables looked pretty .. as the backyard was getting dark ... so the candles were now being lit.

Just prior to the invitation:

I was rolling along the road to which the address of the wedding was taking place. I saw the lead singer from the band .... and asked if they had The Jim tied up to a tree ... and where they done yet ? The lead singer said they hadn't sang yet .. but they were up next .. after the first dance. In the meantime ... the lead singer, who's girlfriends mother was getting remarried and her two sister and their dates were all out taking iphone instagrams ... well ... I am not doing anything ... even if I were to drive home NOW .. I would have to turn around and come back for the Jim ... in what .. an hour ? They all agreed .. I took photos of the six of them .. and in couples .. with their phones ... they all suggested I should just go to the wedding and wait in there .. instead of driving around looking for things to do ...

As I returned from an errand:

I was waiting on the Jim to be finished with his gig ...I decided to take some photos for instagram, and found a couple cool photos .. as the sun was setting, ... I then drove down a side street and saw what looked to be a mentally challenged fellow out delivering newspapers ... I thought to myself ... whoa ... does he have someone with him ... how is managing that massive cart of newspapers ... so I scanned the horizon for a car or person that would have been following him ... which I did not see. So I continued on doing what I was doing ... until I heard "excuse me" ... in somewhat of a slight accent .. and there stood before was a young man loaded down with a massive suitcase, and a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, holding onto a phone. He asked if he could use my phone ... as his didn't have a sim card .. the other one (which he pulled out) was dead ... he was fresh off the plane from Austria ... had travelled to Lang.ley on a bus from Y.VR, had been wondering around Lang.ley for three hours ... and was completely lost. He was trying to make it to his friends place ... where he was going to stay for a week, before he went back to U.BC for the second year of his Engineering Physicist program. We texted his friend ... eventually made contact ... got the guys address, we hauled his 10,000 pounds of suitcase into my car ... with him holding my phone handing me directions ... delivered him to his friends house ... and I let him drink all my flavoured water .. cause I assured him I hadn't drank any ... I decided that despite me just getting new glasses in April ... clearly I wasn't seeing what I thought I could see. That ... or I had just met the Austrian version of George Kastanza. Where in that country George wished to be an Engineer ...

And I waited ...

I dropped the Jim off ..he unloaded the car with his gear ... the lead singer spoke ... "we are running a little behind" ... he said ... So I asked ... do I hang out in Lang.ley and just wait ... or do I go home ... "Oh hang out ... we should be good to go in an hour" ... he said to me. Not a problem ... me, a phone, some glasses and book ... this will work ... just as long as I don't get lost over here ... I will find something to do !

Three phone calls later ...

The Jim and I drove around looking for addresses that do not exist in an industrial district ... what the heck ... how do these places just disappear from a map ...?

The sidetrip:

I FLY to the mall .. and make a STAT purchase of a black belt and white tie. It's kinda freaking me out. Black shirt and white tie ? Seriously ..

The Job:

The Jim waits on The Sir ... so that The Jim can go help This Sir help him with a side job... just at the house behind us. Not a problem .. except that The Sir has been running behind all day ... unbeknownst to The Sir, The Jim is needing to get to the mall. He needs to make a side trip.

The rush:

I'm ironing The Jim's pants ... he is in semi melt down mode ... he set up the ironing board, collected his dress wear ... and trying to find the lead singer ... so he can offer up some directions to the location that The Jim is supposed to be.

The haircut:

I can't believe it ... The Jim managed his first hair appointment without me .. well ... not without me .. but without my bank account attached. CAN. NOT BELIEVE. IT. Of course I booked the haircut ... texted back and forth .. and talked to the hair cutter lady while I sat in the salon ... The Jim isn't quite up to that amount of hair cutting work yet.

The shopping trip:

The Jim went to the mall to do a good deed for his friend ... well ... she was applying for a job ... he was purchasing his first pair of REAL dress shoes ... now this is when you know that your youngster is growing into a fine young fellow ... when he comes home with a beautiful pair of dress shoes.

A cancellation request:

So The Jim is fresh into his graduation experience ... he is doing very well for himself.... as in .. just getting himself established in life .... he doesn't know exactly where he is headed, but has enough smarts in his head to know that he definitely needs to work to keep afloat .. and definitely knows that his current job will not be his lifetime achievement .. but clearly knows it's a place of growth ..and freedom to cancel a shift if he has to ... because he doesn't need to worry about real life quite yet ... so .. he cancels his saturday 8 hour shift. Which was from 7-3.

The Text:

So we need to play at my girlfriends moms wedding ... be there by 5 .. don't be late ... we are going to play for about 20 minutes ... probably around 5:15 - 5:30.

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I bet my faithful readers were wishing right now that they had read from the bottom up .. well not today peeps .. not today ... just daring to be different ... or is that just wishful thinking?

Comedy strikes hard

Sometimes.

Like, ... yesterday when the cutesy furry boy named ANGUS .. who should actually be renamed MENACE .. insisted on his shell adventuring ways.

Oh .. nice .. I live at the beach .. !!!

Comedy folks. Just comedy.

Oh no I don't ... however ... a large number of years ago ... I began to be adventuresome in the shell collecting ways ...

AND so now .. so has the dog! Everyday he's out ... hunting for shells ... and shell bits, and searching heartily so he can be that true shell worthy spirit .. that I once was.

CAN I just say that a shell collecting dog ... is actually kinda sorta deeply scary ... because now he chews that shit like a kid with a package of bubblegum stuffed in his face.

Shell collecting .. what was I thinking ...

In other things:

Today's event will be a rather large endeavour .. one of which is a bit of a freakfest into what it is that I actually deem important .. and what NEEDS TO GO.

I am emptying out my filing cabinet ... because things like knitting needles and empty bottles of scrapbooking glue I believe are now housed in there ... and because things are really never where they should be ... I have a lovely rattan basket stuffed with papers and such that belong someplace .. I think like a filing cabinet or something .. but I could be blatantly wrong with that one.

Which would be why I am so conveniently writing this little story ... to keep the agony portion of this hideous task at more than a arms reach away. I am going to will the phone to ring at any moment... certainly that will divert my attention ... deep into next week. I can only pray.

In other things even more un-newsworthy!

The girl went off to Jam Camp this week. I don't have a clue what it's all about ... other than I believe people jam .. she did bring her guitalele. Hopefully she doesn't fall on it as she trips her way over the rocks towards the beach where they can take that attractive beach sunset picture ... or not. In other things that I really don't have a clue about ... is how she is getting home. I mean .. I drove her to the ferry terminal ... and dropped her off .. with her friends ... but I didn't inquire as to how they would return from the ferry terminal ... to the homeland. Ooooops. I guess I should have questioned the organizer a tad bit more. FUSS ... your maja really does love ya ... I just forget to ask a pertinent question ... that's all. Oh well .. I guess she will text me from the ferry terminal of her need for a ride ... if she has enough battery power left on her phone. ... public phones .... ewwwwwwww ... what are those anyways ?

In other things lacking of details:

I got my hair coloured yesterday ... PROFESSIONALLY. People .... all my lovely readers and followers ... what the HELL was I thinking all those years .. ? Oh .. I know .. the MONEY factor .. right ...at any rate ... now I sit in a chair .. and someone colours my hair for me ... and I LOVE IT. However .. I have realized that the next time the magical hair colour fest will take place .. this little chickster is going to need some foils dabbled around ... I now see the space in the hair where the foils once were ..and where they should be .. that's ok ... only a singular hair wash in .. and half the colour will wash out .. I'm certain of it.

In things of the OCD nature:

Is it troubling to be continuously looking out the backdoor incase a bear is walking through the yard? Last week I spoke of the black barrel that needed to be moved .. so .. that was project el completo .. however; I am still busily turning my head to make sure that I don't see a bear wondering through ... as my little mister furry menace would be spooked and rattled by this sort of character drifting through ... currently the furry menaces pre occupation would be the squirrel that scitters through the tree tops irritating the living daylights out of mr springy paws.

In things that keep my spy paycheques coming:

There was a house that was rebuilt two summers ago. They reconfigured the house .. so now instead of a kitchen that resides at the back, it is now a bedroom. For a long while it did not have blinds ... and now the home has been ideally outfitted with blinds blinds and more blinds, which is all lovely ... except for the fact that the blinds never move. So where they once had an abundance of light ... they have moved to the darkside? Not that I really give a crap about the such things ... I just notice the blinds never move, up down open or shut. EVER. I guess they are MOLE people that inhabit the home ... but that's just cause I am a spy.

My coffees cold, ... and this basket of stuff is just screaming at me ... looks like I better get moving ... and sort out all this dead tree shit.

Special thoughts go out to my loyal reader peeps ... including Elton John, and George Clooney .. oh and Steve Martin .. cause I know you three guys always are on the up and up with the great goods being spit out here on a semi regular basis.

OH .. and in other things of NO IMPORTANCE whatsoever ... I read that The Real Housewives of Vancouver was put on hold ... (CANCELLED ?) ... OK ... thank you BRAVO ... these woman were portrayed completely AWFUL ... and unfortunately were highly plastic ... yuk ... so .. that is just so not VANCOUVER. Well .. I guess in reality NONE of Real Housewives are any good ... just a display of look at how much money we have to play with .. and we still can't be nice.

Well .. that's comedy .. striking hard.

The dog is:

1. Being good?
2. Being Crazy
3. Loving to bark?
4. heavily into biting?
5. Big into laundry detail?
6. involved with sorting out the bushes and plants?
7. Playing with his ball?
8. Finding assorted objects and treat them like snacks?
9. Chewing on his bone?
10. All of the above ... and I screwed up to find that he was doing NUMBER ONE, which resulted in 2-8.
11. I now say ... The dog is ... chewing on his bone. And I will leave it that way.

Just in case:

You were thinking that I have nothing to say or write.

WRONG.

I have started using Google Chrome. UHMmmmm ... despise the blog lay out with this view, and the font. I'm not fond of the font. Good thing I am not eating fondant on top of the fondness of this font. Now we are talking a fine fondant font fuck up.

YES PEOPLE. That is a magical word. It continues to describe all. In one short quick slap in the head sort of way.

In other things far less fondless font taled:

I am on a time crunch today .. I have to get myself organized, and shipped off .. in an effort to visit my friend .. at her BRAND NEW HOUSE. Now that's exciting .. and I thought driving a BRAND NEW CAR was exciting .. well it was .. but now living in a brand new house .. well, how cool is that !?

Of course .. given the fact that I live in pretty much a brand new home and an old foundation .. I should qualify in the perfect sounding Bob Barker sort of way .. A BRAND NEW HOUSE should remain a constant in my world .. of thoughts.

I am going to have to make a bee-line for he bathroom .. as the boy has to work .. and I have heard his alarm go off ten thousand times .. but alas .. my toothbrush is still tucked away ... and since my time crunch is equal to his .. I could be sent to the bottom of the wait list if he makes it in there before me .. given that we have ONE SUPER NOW OLD NEEDS TO BE RENO'D bathroom in this house ... All is good .. I retrieved all things that are required to step out of the home and into public view .. oh lucky me .. or should I say THEM.

So in other things that are looking not great:

My hanging baskets. Next year I have a whole new plan of attack. AND attack I will do. The situation here people is the very fact that at the beginning of the season I purchased well grown plants, which of course look hugely lovely .. the very second you adorn them to your home. I have been diligent in the feeding of the food department, and the watering ways of this world I live in .. but then there simply comes a time when these lovely overgrown leaf machines just begin to get too big for their britches and grow out of their pots. With the success of the summer weather .. the baskets have taken a blow at trying to remain beautiful .. they simply just look exhausted from growing, and enduring the heat of the day ... SO NEXT YEAR .. my plan is to remove these lovely plants from their purchased pots, and extend their life by setting them in a larger hanging pot, with a fresh crop of dirt ... THEN ... at this time of the year when they look weathered, wilted and done ... they will have continued life .. and myself .. will have continued work doing all the watering of these finely growing pot busting beasts. Or so I think this is how it's going to go.

So I was afraid of a dog the other night. It was as big as a calf, and heading straight for me. Yes peeps .. I for the three seconds feared for my life .. or at least my ability to stand as it ran at me .. and almost knocked me over .. all he wanted was a giant pat on his huge german shepherd head ... he was extra lovely .. despite looking like a little calf and all. So our little guy .. was half the size of this grandious speciman .. so so so so so thankful .. that I do not have a little cow running through my home .. although somedays ... I have zombies, and wombats, and tazmanian devils .... just in case you began to think that I run a normal homestead .. 

twitter me timbers

So I have become a twitter - ite. Different than a hutterite, or a mini-mite but not far different from a bug bite. I'm bugged by the twitterlyness of my fingertips. for no reason other than to promote the "you know whos". Hey .. Justin Beiber's kind mother did it over YouTube .. why not myself over the twitter lands? Other than .. I just keep re-tweeting the same thing, or the semi same thing, or partially the same thing .. but then again .. what really is twitter anyways .. fragmented thoughts in need of decoding. Well HOLY SHITBALLS .. bingo .. that's me on a daily basis.

In other things that have me into a twittered frenzy:

Little mr monkey boy has done a fine job of crafting up a complete mess outside in the perrenial section of the yard. I was just thinking to myself last week that we got lucky with mr monkey and his gardening adventures .. when ... like the people mind reading dog that he is ... he started in on my garden .. and finding objects of desire .. this past week it has been my perfect picket fence gate, and now the amazingly seasoned wooden clog has been turfed into the trash. The wire basket that was perfectly place to keep the seedum in place has been deconstructed, and now the plants are perfectly positioned .. all over the ground. The impatience pot .. has been knocked over twice .. however the cute little white urn type plant holding device has withstood Mr. Monkey boys advances.

In other news:

The girl is home from her week long adventure at Gramas Baking Camp (aka a visit with her grama) .. and the boy is home from his weekend worthy adventure with the music  making band fellows. Well .. and of now of course my Laundry Boy has decided that trying to get into the dryer would be a good idea. MUST. GO. NOW. ... rescue the dryer .. and cure this case of twitter-itis.

Twitter me crazy

So I have this son .. The crazy piano playing Walmart working GRADUATED son of mine !! He is busily being a committed band member .. Called The Faceplants. Buy their music, it's on iTunes, and its good listening. Oh wait .. I'm a LIAR .. It STUPENDOUS listening. Raw talent ... Converging to create phenomenal music. 

Except .. I can't figure out ... Am I the only one that believes this ... They have even a larger number songs now that are UNRECORDED !!! ok .. Omagawd ... These guys need to get into the studio and record their stuff -----

I.

KID.

YOU.

NOT !!!!

How do people find these guys in this age and time. To watch them, to listen to them ... It's SERIOUSLY amazing .. I can't be the only person that sees this .... 

So a band that has NO MONEY   ( well they gave a 1996 grand GREEN caravan that they TOUR IN !!).. and NO REPRESENTATION has to go about this world remaining unknown ... and then along came  twitter ... And some video ..

I kid you not oh loyal followers .. I have been spam tweeting a shit ton of anyone's out there in this Universe .... These guys have got a beautiful sound that DESERVES to be sitting in people's iPods and airwaves ... And suddenly .. It's my job to get it there ....

Well ... Not suddenly .. It's more like HIGH TIME this music made it there .. Stay tuned you twitterites !!! 

Happy Tuesday my Queens and Kings !

So today is Tuesday, and as per the regular Tuesday schedule I .. have nothing on mine. I can't tell you how much I enjoy the simple sign of simplicity ... there isn't a single one thing that has got me obligated today.

Not.
A,
Thing.

In case one is wondering how it is possible that how does a regular boring housewife have nothing on the go .... it's a result of perfect planning ! I have planned for nothing .. and anything that should be planned ... hasn't been .. mind you .. I guess I should give myself more credit than being a boring housewife ... it is clear that I am a slave to my home ... but not in the fashion that one would believe with no dust and chronically clean floors ... I leave that up to the housekeeper .. which I still do not have. What is a housewife anyways ... because certainly I am not one. But that could just be a guess !

Moving forward into the Tuesday madness.

I have got to hit up Costco in a while ... now that should be exciting .. no list, and an empty shopping cart. And lots of time on my hands. This may not end well. For something .. like a certain bank account. Mind you .. I have a friend that shops like the zombie apocolypse is just around the corner ... or worse on her doorstep ... so I am so not that bad ... !

Am helping out a friend over the next number of months ... she's too busy for her business .. so I'm filling in the blanks by becoming her trusty assistant ... from home ... when I can sit ... and do things ... for short periods of time ...

So .. on that note .. I'm\ done for today.

Have to go find a comfortable spot to sit .. and tweet up a ton of magical words to zillions of strangers. That's my mission. It has to be someone's .. might as well make it mine.

Thank you for remaining loyal my Queens and Kings !

Humour..

Can now find me here. 

I have avoided this whole on the fly sort of deal .. But have also come to the conclusion that perhaps I'm not so traditional.

Lets get this right .. 

I don't like to cook ... I am neat .. Except I am one to not be bothered if things are UNneat. I don't have real jobs, but rather parts and pieces of many. I have quite a rare and odd health condition, which I'm fortunate to be in both good health, and awkwardly bad health at the same time. I talk with my hands while not being Italian, and have lots to say about very little. My view of the big picture is generally skewed by my failing to see the big picture like other people do. I'm a planner and a impulsive all in one. I'm certainly no different than any one of the other I habitants of this world .. I just share my philosophy right here .. Ok and holy shit .. A tiny bird just landed .. And I thought it was a rat. Gawd. 

Oh and in other things far more exciting .. I now have this app so I can off load a ton of crazy dog pictures .. That because I've clogged the rest of the news feeds with them .. I might just continue with that trend. 

Like  these:

Look how happy he is .. Now I'm just that happy .. Blogger on the go .. Watch the millions of viewers and readers erupt .. Cha Ching ! 

Well I .....

Better go plug in my curling iron. Today's hair style is gonna need some crimping.

Am glad the boy is over there ... however I wish him now to be back over here.

See that the girl has finally got herself some real sunshine colour. Happy is .. sunshine.

Have the doggy locked in his baby boy house. He's so full of beans the whole north side is beginning to turn sour.

Have a bunch of holes to fill. See above.

Am drinking another semi cup of coffee. This one had to hit the microwave I did such a piss poor job of drinking.

Better get this drinking problem under control.

Better rephrase the last statement .. I should this drinking problem a little more OUT of control.

Am still currently happy with my LED light therapy thingo's. They are doing the trick... and they are real tricks to the eyes ... even though ONE would not believe me ... cause it all happened on the internet.

Best think about putting on some lip and stick, and colour up my eyes with my NEW hypo-allergenic and opthamology approved eye stuff ... let's see if I manage to make myself go all house eyed with stuff !

Better instruct the fuss on how to put things she doesn't want in a bag. Currently they are sitting in a laundry hamper, which need to be transferred. Interesting .. one can transfer ten thousand illegal files, but can not physically move an item into a bag.

Shouldn't say the shit like that above .. illegal ... no no no ... borrowed. Permanently.

Am waiting for more inspiration to write something exciting.

Better get on that tomorrow.

Will say good bye... my single loyal reading person.

Don't lose your hat

It's hot our there.

Just a word of advice I would give ... if this were an advice blog. Currently it is not; if people were to write in with their questions, which they don't, then maybe it could be .. which leads me to come up with my very own stories of ... well .... scroll a little, but don't hold a fork ... it will save your eyebulbs in the end, or your carotids. Gawd.

Can you just imagine .. the word of the hour is ... ? A  question an hour kind of thing .... I would have to become worldly and news filled, and have people constantly updating me on what was happening around the rest of the globe, and not just the noise level of the horrifying children that live and SCREAM behind us. ALL. THE. TIME.

I think I might really HATE those children .. no wait .. I already do. The parents all have to be deaf .. who lets children scream and wale and annoy the living shit out of the rest of the human world ... for that many hours out of the day ... ? I think this could be some sort of horrific experiment ... maybe.

In other random facts of the day ... a baby was born, perhaps a future KING ... I marvel at peoples level of disgust over the situation ... uhmm ... people settle down .. it's a life ... any LIFE is worth celebrating .. it just happens that this life has a pretty mother, and a handsome father FFS. That is all.

In other hat filled events:

I can say that nothing noteworthy has exceeded my expectations since yesterday ... of course there is the current situation with the resident bear that keeps us on our toes .. wondering when he will next pop up ... he left a tell tale sign in the centre of the street in front of Jennifer's house ...

In other things ... does anyone know about PAPER YOGA?? Yes .. it's hard to GOOGLE ... cause I just made it up. I think in reality .. it's what I did the other day ... a poster board, soothing thoughts ... images and glue ... and the ability to be free. And flowing. WOW ... now that is PAPER YOGA. Dont take my idea bitches ... it's MINE !! copyrights here first!

In things that are not currently funny on this screen, but SCREAM funny in my world ....

Everyday I start the day with Adventures with Angus ... this is a whole theme of craziness, which I post on FACEBOOK for all my besties to WITNESS. What the hell do I do that for ? Well ... it's just so people can breathe in and breathe out for a millisecond of refreshing laughter .. before re-engaging with their lifes journey. Think of all the instant laughs that I might have made for a zillion or so souls in the past 100 years I have been alive. THATS A LOT!

Part of the above has been a LIE ... in actuality it's been 200 years I've been alive, I don't have the actual documentation to prove it .. but I do have the assorted  6th, 7th and 8th sense that there are more people that are with me, than just me. So. There.

Back to my life with the question and answer period, and this title ... if someone were to post a question anonymously .. I wonder if I would answer it? I mean I know something ... mostly about nothing ... so I'm sure it would be an exercise in excitement for me to come up with an answer. AND for you semi-asshole types .. if it's political jargon .. well ... then I will start talking bear offerings, like that left in front of Jennifer's house.

On that note .. with Mr. Angus safely napping, and me needing to make an appearance at the local coffee house .. I best be making myself look ... well .. lovely ... because I am capable of that sort of stuff. Except maybe not today .. today is a cover-up .. I can shoot for beauty tomorrow ... I can't believe it's already 10 am ... and I'm already hoping tomorrow will be beauty day ... how did today get to be such a right off already.

Well ...looks like today I better not lose my hat!

Light girl series!!

Well guess what!!!

The series has momentarily been shelved due to the excessive use of profanity and obscenities without providing an account filled disclaimer that it could offend viewers.

Gawd damn it .. How does this shit happen .. ?

The series will resume next week when the author can find done gentler nicer words to talk about.

It isn't Tuesday .. but does it really matter?

So back to Tuesdays with light girl. Just so you know .. that was a fake title, and a fake series .. it was just to get all you readers out there extra hyped .. that I really had great things to say. For gawd sake laugh reader laugh.

So I'm telling you ... this infrared light stuff is the BOMB ! BAM! Rocket launching WHAMS!! I'm not kidding you .. so says this light girl ... VERY SERIOUSLY now folks.

The poor little foot which for the sake of my audience ever coming back here will never see in picture perfect detail is healing up extra beautifully nicely. TAKE. MY. FUCKING. WORD. FOR. IT.

Gawd.

It's hard to type in all caps, and periods. Especially the big bad words that our mothers said do not say, except I seem to say them, and type them and they just leak out like jam out from your PB&J sandwich. WHICH ,... I haven't had one in a great long while. ... and it's not that I dont LOVE them .. cause I seem to LOVE many articles of food like substances which I do not indulge in ... that's cause I'm awesome. Uhmmm no .. .. more like terrified of consuming calories that could add an extra ounce of sugary goodness to this highly non exercising body ... which I will say is only temporary ... and has been only temporary for a while .. and while I have tried to do some exercise induced behaviours .. it has ended in a bit of a disaster in the foot healing department .. you tell me people ... how the FUCK do I fix that problem ... right .. with lettuce and carrot soup ... MINUS the PB&J sandwiches ... how do you argue with idiocy !

Onto other things ... more like, back to the LIGHTING of ways.

OK .. I fricking am not kidding you ... these infrared lights are healing this wound like no tomorrow !! It's bizarre in a way that well ... I have to bring these lights to the doctory types .. because if I were to be touting ... "SO yes ... lights are now healing my wound ..." there would be a 911 call so fast to the pretty green pastured place where white is the colour of the day, and meals are served in bio degradeable dishes ... I wouldn't know what hit me. So far, my offical black bag that houses this great device have kept the doctory types finger tips at bay. For today at least.

Nobody ever really knows the inner workings of ones mind. What are they really saying? I speak in code. Not many people know that I have this bloggy space where I am ramble on for days on end, with nothing really driving me to talk about .. except what comes to mind .. and a lot of shit comes to mind ... except ... I might not write it .. I write about other good things .. like gardenless adventures and my sincere love for people watching.,

Like I wrote yesterday .. OK .. well I finished writing it today FFS .... I went to that workshop. A hundred square feet of creativity. Well shit .. I have 1365 square feet of space right here, right now ... at my disposal ... and what do I do ... I choose to drive, and then get sorta lost, and then ... just when I think I'm really lost .. I find the place .. and THEN .. I go inside a building, where you are locked down tight .. cause the homeless park people dwell in the streets and in your doorways if you let them .. and spend time creating ... and I created something that I could simply could do RIGHT HERE .. in my massive 1365 footer ... I am a bill board for those idiotic commercials "What was I thinking?" ... and yet .. KEY WORD here people ... I was driven ... not by my imaginary driver CHUCK .. but from something inside that wishes to emerg ... I liked that 100 square feet of space. It opened up an opportunity ... when I walked thru that door ... mind you .. I'm not quite dred locking my hair yet, and for your viewing pleasure .. I won't quit shaving my legs. OH. YES. I. AM. JUST. THAT. OUT. THERE.

So our friends down the street headed out for an adventure ... all the way to San Diego. (No wait ... San Francisco .. what the hell !!! GET TO SAN DIEGO NOW !!) Should be fun. I liked San Diego, well and San Francisco  ... I would go back ... to drink a margarita, and eat in that same restaurant .. oh yes I would. I am waiting for my next adventuring adventure to inspire me ... although .. sitting in your vehicle waiting upon a grizzly might not be the rest of the families hit list of fun things to do. What a bunch of jerks! ha h aha ha ha ha . OK stop rolling your eyes that I am evil ... I was kidding ... it isn't fun waiting for grizzlys .. and they are jerks. Oh plz .. just havin fun with you now !

In case you haven't noticed .. which you wouldn't ... cause I know that many people aren't mind readers .. and my steel trap isn't an exception ... that I have been nattering for a great long while. This is called STALLING to the general folk. I am looking for things to write about ... because I just don't want to go outside and feed my beautiful planters life instilling watery goodness, and the fact that I have no lipstick on, and my shirt doesn't match my pants. Fuck, there, now you know. Oh ... and because I am working at optimum power cause I took some Tylenol for Arthritis ... that is way more powerful than Tylenol Extra Strength ... yes .. by a whopping 300 mg .. which is making a large difference in the ability to sit today for an extended period. Now you know all my secrets ... for the moment ... I'm certain to come up with another one any second.

Well ... The Fuss made an appearance into the kitchen ... the puppy boy would not relinquish his ball to her .. so she made her way back into her bedroom, told him he wasn't invited ... and shut the door on him .. where he then started having a hissy fit and started punching the door ... we are talking the dog here folks, in case you are confused .. so I had to lead him away, where he protested wildly ... I told him that maybe next time she offers to play with him, he better take her up on the offer .. because now he isn't allowed to sit on her grand day bed, with Ballou the hugely ginormous bear that our little Angus boy loves to visit daily .. well .. he likes to visit The Fuss to .. because it is her inner sanctum that gives him the friendly softness of the big freaking bear. Poor guy .. so unloved.

Speaking of unloved ... The Boyson better have his seatbelt on today ... he did an Instagram video  .. where he was cozied up with his sleeping bags .. enjoying the view from the back of the cool family (read TOURING) van ... because we live in a world full of cool technology .. I suggested that he might put that seatbelt back on ... "plz da jim" I said .... he sent me back a text ...    :)

Well .. typically on this day I am busily adventuring to the Senior Center for the group that I run. I am not the best runner in the world (ha ! now there's something funny !) ... I hope come this fall ... (a mere how many weeks away !) I will become better at doing shit. I think I will be .. not that I am all infrared light affected and all !!

My phone is telling me I am 100%. My phone is a fucking liar. How about I will let my phone know when I am actually 100% ... my phone does lots, tells lots, is capable of lots .. but what it can't do is tell me I am ONE hundred PERCENT. I mean really ... YOU already know my clothes don't match, and I still am not sporting lipstick .. AND my hair is messy. Well sorta messy ... I'm certain I could straighten out that problem .. if I cared to .. which at this moment I do not. That is until the JW's come to the door, and then that 2 seconds of shuffling this haystack will scare the living shit out of those do gooders ! OH .. now that is evil .. oh .. I apologize .. did someone say I was nice ? All that super recycling shit I do .... that's cause I need to get to the golden gates somehow .. where I can jump up and down at the end of line (cause I am a non budger) .. and wave my hand and proclaim .. remember all the garbage that I kept from the landfills ... remember I didn't leave a carbon footprint !! Ya .. that's me JC .. pick me !!  Sick rambling humour folks .. that's all it is ... it's stand up .. but rather splashed out in a type down. Try watching the comedy channel ... its' way worse than this boring hype.

I've moved on to my second cup of java. Not that the first didn't make a dent in this nutsoid ramble worthy story !! Well .. I'm only here to amuse myself and my loyal follower ... if they haven't rammed a fork in their eye yet.

I should craigslist writing ... someone that wishes to have someone that can write about truly nothing ... people will fill my inbox so fast that telus will send spies out as the cables will short circuit themselves from replies.

Currently I am busily believing there is a grow up across the street. Well ... being the newly dubbed investigative journalist that I am NOT ... I have decided that there has to be a storty there ... THERE just has to be GAWD damn it. ... what's the deal with the black truck, the fake kids, the unlucked brand new gas lawnmower, the odd timing as to when the place is occupied, and not occupied ... I mean seriously .. has to be a grow op .. NO?

You know .. I could go on for days .. I could be Mike McCardell .. finding stories where one would never dream of going ... and yet ... somedays you just got to shut it down, turn it off ... and say the end.

That would be now, after all, it's only Monday ... Tuesdays Light Series has to have something to report!

creative chaos

So yesterday was probably the most remarkable in the greatest of longest times that have been thrown my way in an absurd number of minutes that have slowly ticked past.

When things come together sometimes .... things really come together. I like life's moments when all the chunky parts fit into my great shoebox of stories, of course leaving open the option for a little overflow .. out through the top.

I watched crazy boy jump in the backseat of the little car, so they could drive and pickup their touring van ... and out on the big road they would go. You know how you dread that final moment ... he's gone ... well ... he was gone just that quick ... the last minute jumper cables strewn across the backseat ... to embark upon big adventures traveling across four provinces. Wow. Cool. Wish I had the brawn, braves, talent and passion to have done the same thing at his age. There is no what next for this guy ... only a free range of what's coming at them. Fortunately .. it was not the moose lying on the side of the highway ... only a giant grasshopper stuck in their grill that crazy boy insisted would have eaten him for lunch. They are headed through the rockies today ... I am so grateful he will get to feel their majestic power and brilliance through to his fingertips. I have a feeling for the mr piano playing boy ... this will serve for inspiration. I did ask too ... that if he were to spot a grizzly ... the inspiration to actually photograph it for me would be a kind gesture to the crazy bear loving mother ! This next two weeks will be a lifetime of adventure into his 100's !!

In things equally marvelous, stupendous and colourfully eye popping exciting:

A friend last minute face.booked me and invited me to her friends garden. I questioned her ... as in .... is it a plant sale, or a viewing .... cool ... not a plant sale, but rather a reason to celebrate the hardworking efforts of the garden space around her. I loved it ... I absolutely loved it ... just getting to melb in with the colours that keep my brain soothed by my own lack of garden-ness this year. I will not fault myself .. an obvious decision based on the fact ... I don't know ... just something I had to give up this year. It was that shell cracking braveness that makes you walk into a complete strangers yard by yourself, and not even explain who you actually are. That for me was comical, like I was on a spy mission ... sort of. I didn't offer up an explanation either! There was no point ... we were all there for the same reason ... to enjoy the whimseys of someone's gardening magic, far beit mine!

AND then when things don't stop ... this happens:

I realized that I had completely overbooked my world yesterday. Too much, too crazy, too many obligations ... the fallout is the anguish of dealing with that window of pain that serves too much of my attention for great parts of the day ... which .. I work hard at  trying to completely ignore ... so ... as things somedays are meant to be ... things just started unfolding ... I had cooperation on all levels with the pain gods, and we worked out a deal ... I needed to get through these tasks of the day ... it was important. It would give me something to write about ... today of course. Gawd. Come on all you followers out there ... you know I got nothing ! he he he he he he he.

Anyways ... back to the adventures ... I was going to cancel ... and then I didn't, and am very thankful for that thought process to have willed me to carry on .. I'm not a canceller of sorts kinda person. Not my style ... however if people cancel on me ... well ... that is how life rolls some days ... however mine ... was rolling in the right direction. GAWD ... liven the thrill. I'd say.

I didn't know really what to expect at my workshop event. I mean I kinda knew .. but wasn't really sure where it would take me ... but i knew one thing .. I would come across clarity ... or a direction, or an avenue, or a new way of thinking .. about who I am . ... or my next path in life. Sounds DEEP. yes, it probably is, however .. I am not really afraid of the deep end ... unless of course I am in the middle of the ocean, then there is that TITANIC TERROR that uncoincidentaly does arise.

So I made a picture board ... using all sorts of images, and random words. The workshop director called it "words out" ... finding a hidden message or a meaning using the images and words that have come together on the board. Interestingly mind didn't emerge as words FREAKING out... It was quite simple, and yet quite cool ... kinda like scrapbooking, but not. There was nobody but yourself to please. I was quite pleased, it's fun to please no one. Thank gawd. The friend is running another workshop next week, I would really wish to go .. and am having a hard time saying no ... it kinda boils down to cash, and the timing ... it's downtown .. and finishes at 4:00 ... right at the beginning/middle of rush hour. And yet ... I really wish to do another .. as I am only just getting started being creative again .. Im thinking. Maybe I am semi creative ... actually ... I think I might be more creative than I let myself me. FRicking life obligations. What a good excuse !Which I am tired of using ... non the less maybe it's time to stop using that as an excuse and become more of something that I see for myself. WELL .. I see myself reading a book ... and that doesn't even happen ... so uhmmm .. being creative with objects and items and paint brushes probably is still complex for me at this second. Dont ask me how that is. I need a driver ... CHUCK .. get me to the studio ... now there it is folks ... that will make me creative ... he will even order my starbucks for me with one of my ten thousand gift cards that I keep creating with my cashed in pop cans. Now that is fricking creative .... trading water bottles for coffee cards. I am the next CHEESUS. Except I am a cheap CHEESUS ... cause I only want to buy a TWO DOLLAR cup of coffee .. non of that fancy pants triple foamed single shotted minus water shit that other people spit out ... It's interesint how coffee and complicated can be put into the same sentence, and it seems to make sense. So .. back to CHUCK my new driver ... and driving me to the studio ... hmmm will wait a bit longer before I make my decision. .. although in reality .... however that works in my fake world .... should be easy .... JUST do IT. IDIOT.

So .. back to my day ... that was the day before yesterday now .. I had to give up writing ... well .. because I just couldn't write any longer ... the pain from this EVER SO WONDERFULLY HEALING FOOT was creating a living purgatory ... nope ..that's a lie .. actually a slide straight to HELL ..while trying to stay in communicado with my little blogosphere world that I have created here ...

AT any rate ... me, the Fuss, the lovely Lady J and her equally lovely mother went off to BRUNO MARS ... in the greatest of places VANCOUVER ... and had the best time, first we ate, and drank and made our way to Rogers Arena ... I didn't even consider going to see Bruno until the boyson said he was taking Miss J ..... now this guy turned out to be just lovely... well ... my boyson and BRUNO MARS himself. . Although he didn't talk to the moon, as I was hoping he would. The boyson was supposed to be the accompanmient ... but he was busily visiting Prince George with his band. LAWD knows why ...

A semi long day, and well into the night ... but well worth it ... and that is how it all looked yesterday ... and into today ... and now for more news ...

Tuesdays with the Light Girl

Welcome to Tuesdays episode in the Light Girl series. However, I am only at day TWO of this series, and quite possibly could be the last in the series .. I'm just saying .. cause the tangent could change in approximately FOUR minutes .. onto a completely knew topic ! Currently I seem to be having a bug issue ... I can not type in the screen that says compose, although I can type in the screen that says HTML. Odd, highly odd ... hmmmm... Anyways .. back to the light girl adventures. Well .. the end. Because there werent any. My day consisted of being low key, dropping stuff off at the church (clothes donations), visiting the sister at our friends house, where the sister is revamping our friends garden. That's a lot of work .. kind of a big project ... actually a super big project .. but what does one say .. about anything? The majority of the day was spent just milling about .. doing the boredom adventures in laundry mayhem, oh and driving the boy to his most beautiful GF's house .. because he forgot his wallet the night before at somebodies house, and that somebody lives an hour away .. so he is retrieving it today from the person via the skytrain station ... and guess who will be driving him there ?? ! WE have concluded hat the boy is an attractent for copper type people. He just has to smile at one, and they follow him. ALL. THE. TIME. Hence .. when he forgot his wallet .. I suggested that he not put fate in his hands and not have an actual drivers license to produce if they pull him over. The fellow can't catch a break ... despite being a clean cut character that he is ... I am still in the clear with the tattoo business ... he isn't confidant that it's something that he needs .. even though a whack of his friends are busily inking themselves till the cow come home ... That boy of mine is concerned about how people will perceive him .. if he is loaded with tattoos, at an important job interview .. at least that is what he has told me. Very well, I will go with that ... Todays light adventures have already happened ... so the real trick here is ... it can also serve as an energy source for getting rid of wrinkles .. uhmmm hello ... welcome to my face infrared technology !! I am still completely intrigued and beyond fascinated with these infrared LED lights. Today marks a month that I have purchased my own set, and this is when the real healing of that little foot has taken place. Completely whacko scary and exciting ... all in the same breath! I am hoping that todays pain threshold will just STFU, and be silent and let me do my thing .. whatever that may be. Other than that .. I have motored my way through laundry, breakfast and watering the business about the yard .. not too industrious .. and yet just enough ... for 10:30 in the morning .. ha ha ha ha ha ha ... as the rest of the world runs marathons around me ! Well ... just because I'm light girl .. doesn't mean that I work at the speed of light .. I mean . ... c'mon !

Halt !

You have reached the RED light district !!

A very long almost ONE month ago I posted about these fancy dancy LED (light emitting diodes) infrared lights. Yes ... a whole almost ONE month ago.

I will break down the timeline:

Dr after different Dr visits. On and on for months. Being met with stares of disbelief, and looks of futility. I read peoples minds people. Unfortunately these very well schooled people were searching for ways of helping .. however ... their plans to succeed were met with a failure ... called me. Well, not me per say ... just the BIG challenge of ONE LITTLE foot. Which completely refused to heal, in any way shape or form. Interesting, to say the least.

June 1st arrives, and I take a picture of that one little ugly foot. The PICTURE that changed my world.

For the past (well now more than) 30 days, until July 1st ... I watched this foot transform. This little foot has transformed from one slightly horrific gargantuan mess with no end marked in sight ... for what seems like a light beam ...

On June 5th I embarked on this LED light therapy ... OK ... I guess this seems to be working .. immediately (well almost) the pain settled down. ( I was to be fooled) .... so for 5 days I drove for 2 1/2 hours to catch beams of infrared on this little foot. ... it seemed worth it ... I slept ... like for the whole night, THROUGH. No, this wasn't me being crazy .. I actually slept.

June 9th .. I purchased my own set ... and I can now openly honestly whole heartedly admit thru and thru and thru again .. I will never look back on that day. From that day forward I have been utilizing the healing powers of these LED lights .. and wondering to myself .. does my foot actually look better .. ?? The pictures tell the real story.

What I can tell you .. that pain relief .. was short lived .. it was replaced by agonizing relentless pain, kind of indescribable in a sense. So what I have began to surmise over the now (longer than) course of the month is the very horrific pain that I have been subject to has been healing pain.

Wow. Healing pain. Nice ... so now .. you take a foot, which doesn't heal, but loves to break down (or remain inflamed), and FORCE it to heal .. you tell me ... fun or not fun ? The foot has spent the past year and a half in charge of whatever it wishes to do ... and now, it's no longer the boss, ..it isn't in charge of all things that are angry. It is kicking and screaming and having it's very own hissy fit of madness because it has had the wind sucked out of it's sails ... and is having to play follow the leader to happiness. It's pissed.

However ..the real owner of this whole mess is part and parceling her way through the day ... somedays there are good days ... where the painful poison of the previous inflamed demon settles itself, and there is energy that abounds ... and then there are days where the pain sensors are ringing off the charts, and this person is none too happy about the whole mess. I look at this foot and stare in wonderment .. how can this freaking wound cause this much havic ? How is this even possible ? If someone were to look at this foot now ...they would tell me I am nuts .. completely cracked insane assylum building worthy ... off I go .. Key .. what key?

I have kept an ongoing UGLY foot detail of the healing progress on my iphone. I have taken pictures once a day, even twice a day .. just to document the amount of healing that has gone into this ulcer, in just a months time. If I hadn't of been the absolute recipient to this amount of healing, in this short of time, I would have proclaimed it not possible, absolutely impossible ! A wound that has remained in a state of unhealing for easily over 7 months, has practically healed up within just over a months time. Uhm. Whacko birdy ... come back to your cage ... someone calls to me ...

I guess with that amount of healing ... for whatever reason, there is a certain amount of violent pain that accompanies this whole mess. Cells are regenerating at LIGHT speed, and nerve cells are fire crackering left right and center ... and tissues are setting up new networks of relationships, and a whole host of excitement is busily transforming once was a massive state of chaos. That in itself sounds painful.

I think I am almost used to the state at which this is healing ...  on top of the pain, there is the state of
tiredness that creeps its way into your life. Yes ... hmmnn. ... sit down on this couch .. let me hear this story ... however true it is. Yes .. I am to guess slash conclude that with this rate of healing .. it probably tires out the body in the regenerating cell factory. Fancy speak I am going to guess. Where once I was exhausted dealing with the trauma of the foot itself, now I am just tired from the state of perpetual regeneration. Healing is work. I'm guessing.

This is a whole lot of fluff from the mind of a boring crackerbird .. but I am surmizing this might just be the case ... whether belieable or not. At any rate ... where I wished to walk on the beach, and let this foot touch sand .. I might just reach that milestone by the end of this summer .. at least that's my guess ... although .. me actually risking anything touching this foot outside of a bandage, and some infrared lights may be far be the case it seems.

Wow .... that was a whole lot of surmizing and guessing. However .. forever documented this will be. !

Any diabetics in your life, where wound healing issues are a threat to their health ? Perhaps looking into this infrared LED light therapy could be a game changer for all those non healing wounds out there. Scary to think ... light ... that heals ... ? Well .. I am walking proof that this isn't the hokus pokus that I was terrified it might be ... there is nothing that I have done in the last month that could have healed this wound at the incredible speed to which it has healed .. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ... except purchase a very expensive set of lights that I have put on my foot daily ... for up to three times a day. Wow.

In other things far more exciting ... that I can think of .... remotely ... maybe ...

So now that I own someone that has graduated from highschool ... life becomes far more interesting in the parenting department. The rules change. Somehow. I'm not sure how that is ... but they do. This is a learning curve in all departments ... for years .. we were left in charge of destiny ... now .. he's in charge ... now I am just a little bird that chirps words that keep him plunking forward. He has three days off from his job .. I asked him why he has three days off ... !!? I suggested that he go talk to his people ... and ask for any extra hours they can find .... he is in need of a great amount of money ... in the coming weeks (uhm .. who isn't?) ... mind you ..he's young ... and doesn't know this kind of stuff ... so instead of three days off .. what about two days ? ... I'm hoping he gets my drift .. as in ... SEEK MORE HOURS !! oh crazy boy of min !

Poochy boy is making his advances in the world of craziness. We can now give him a soft bird, which we have dubbed "gentle bird" ... because that is what he is beginning to demonstrate ... that he can be GENTLE with his BIRD ... which means that we don't have to take it away from him 5 minutes after we give it to him. His other soft toys have been chewed, ripped, stretched and demolished ...  they no longer exist ... odd ! I think the whole thing gentle is a learned thing .. he loves to bite .. everything ... a lot .. a whole lot ... but given that he is a real thinking dog ... we keep him busy ... and kind of out of trouble. When he starts getting the case of the bads, and insists on behaving in ways that we ask him not to, it's time for a nap ... poor guy ... looks like a big boy dog .... with big white fangs chomping at the bit .. and yet ... off he goes ... in for his nap, .. where he plunks over .. and ZZZZZZZZ's up a storm ... although it is a forced ZZZ storm ... all the same .. if he wasn't tired, and just bored .... he would put up some form of protest .. maybe sort of !

I never speak of getting my hair coloured any longer ... I guess it becomes boring when one is NOT in charge of these sorts of things any more. I gave up with the boxed colour a way big time ago .. and now belong to the assorted fairy tale of adventures of heading to a salon ... for the colouring madness to commence. How fortunate for me ... that I am just "that rich!" And laughter ensues. Big Time.

Is it bad that I am going to apply for a job for the little miss fusspot ?? She requires a job ... her choir will be embarking on another large trip this next spring (2014), and that will require large sums of money ... I think I would like her to pay for half of it ... or ... if they are going someplace good .. I would like to tag along for the ride !! Now that would be comical fun .. No? It think yes ... big fun .. as I would just be along for the ride .. paying my way, with no real responsibility ... other than an adult presence in the vicinity. They were talking about New York or New Orleans ... either one would be cool.... I'm guessing. In the meantime ... I am on a mission for this girl to become gainfully employed ... at something .. this is the first summer in a great long number of summers that she actually has NOTHING to do .. last summer she volunteered up a storm ... which she said she would never do again ... and then the other day .. out popped the question .. do you think it would be too late for me to try and do some volunteering somewhere ..? Poor fuss ... this girl LOVES to be busy ... doing something ... however the second she becomes busy .. then I become busy ... hmmmm ... one has to be careful of what they wish for !

Currently I wish for another cup of coffee .. it isn't hard ... boil kettle. add starbucks. it's that simple. challenging daily event ONE oh ONE.

In case any of my loyal followers are wondering ... I am big into trying to NOT do anything today .. and yesterday ... and probably tomorrow . and maybe the day following. I have had some revelations ... that have come only one year too late .. I'm thinking ... or at least ONE month less late . or maybe ... while I am in this state of perpetual speed healing .. I am trying to do nothing that remotely taxes my energies. Sounds whimp like and cry baby ISH ... however my theory is exactly this ... DO NOTHING that will institute stress or discourse while this hyper healing state is wildly happening. I'm thinking that the tiredness ( I am  not even sure whether it can be documented as tiredness), or rather this state of NON BEING is what is keeping me on the down low ... I guess I failed to mention three thousand paragraphs back .... all of this craziness is under the direction and guidance of  .... me. None of the doctory people around these parts (or that I have dealt with) know anything about this (LED light therapy business), nor do the wound care nurses, and the person who is the light therapist kind of person, is (I don't want to say JUST, because the implications are dismissive like) a person that has a health and wellness background, however doesn't have a medical background. There is one person that the light therapist person converses with, and he is a Doctor - way into the Americas, which in some cases is a world away, and yet not, however .. he sees pictures taken from an iphone, which can be deceiving in a positive/negative way. I have no communicado with him ... and no support, other than the light therapist person that had completely massive success using the lights, however her condition albeit the same, was worldy different .. (so yes ...other than the approval from the doctors around here that I have nothing to lose .. although they know nothing about this type of treatment)  ... that is the state at which I am currently in. Gotta wonder why I seem so wildly confused about so many things ... semi sort of.

One thing ... perhaps ..my whacko jacko humour has found it's way back ... on sporadic occasions ... I mean it's there .. but not there ... or maybe I never had it .. and thought I did ...

In other things semi comical ... I was busily playing words with friends with someone that I know ... she invited me to play ... after two games ... that I thought we were highly evenly matched .... she rejected an offer to play a third game with me ... drag .... what's the deal with that ... other than ... upon checking her stats ... she sits in pretty high ranking in points ... and big word scores ... perhaps evil came to town ... when I beat her both times. (echoes of chuckles ... from the grand 1365 square foot house erupt from the open doors and windows ....

That is all ..

Call me a crackerjack

But I invested...

In LIGHT THERAPY.

LED lights.

Light emitting diodes.

I saw the research presented by Dr. Thomas J Burke. It appeared authentic. He appeared authentic. NA.SA has a hand in using this therapy. Now upon reading about wound healing and Light Therapy ... I considered that I absolutely can't go wrong. AT this point in the game I have had nothing extensively that has worked in my wound healing, with the exception of antibiotics once the wound has become so irritably horrific that is was moving towards a path of already absolute horrific-ness ... but now ... I have found the light. I am hoping to holy crap that this is what will move me into the next dimension of my life .. which is where I left off .. some where way back into last year ...

Fingers crossed ...

In other things ...

WE are closing into days at which the boy is done school.

I found alcohol in the cupboard ... I think I will ingest it .. all of it .. no wait .. I think I may just purchase a special bottle .. for my enjoyment ... and wait ... my friends enjoyment ... we will plan our course carefully .. perhaps she and I will have a drinkfest on my front porch .. and then for another occasion .. like the very next day .. we will have a drinkfest on her backporch .. and then for good measure .. we will visit one anothers homes ... and then repeat the performance .. until we get it right .. PLUS .. we can absorb the fact that our boys have actually graduated. Will wait upon further instruction and information to ensure that this is the exact case .. somehow I believe that I might just be walking in a dream.

Speaking of dreams .. I am going to have to text my friend .. I normally text her daily .. and haven't done so daily .. just out of respect for things like .. OH .... I don't know .. the fact that she may not wish to hear from me on an hour by hour basis ... although .. maybe she does .. except for the fact that she got me hooked on watching The Walking Dead... and hello .. I extremely DISLIKE it .. and then am addicted to watching it .. PLUS .. now I have nightmares about the freaking zombies .. so then I stopped watching it .. because I just couldn't take it any longer .. and then when I talked with my friend we discussed the characters, and what they brought forth to the show, and the sociology behind it .. and of course NOW .. I must watch he remaining episodes ... except I have to get past the horrific-ness of the visuals itself, and focus on the happenings ... very interesting conversation to come out of this very disturbing program. Thanks TV .. Love you. Sort of.

Hokus Pokus

Fiddle de dee ...
What is this Light Therapy
And will it be good for me?

People, I will tell you something. Some things in life are meant to happen. I'm not sure whether or not this is one of them... but I am going to go with this is one of the things in life ... that was meant to happen.

I was introduced to Light Therapy last Saturday, and while I didn't try it .. it just looks like something that I should be trying. There was a researcher up from the states ... and he was busily telling about the effects of light therapy. Interesting. I am going to try it ... what else have I got to lose ... other than a foot/leg.

In other things way less drama filled ....

The boy is busily moving towards graduation. Uhm Yae.

The girl .. is busily moving towards her personal great self. Uhm Yae.

Currently I am trying to determine whether or not the boy is going to school this morning or not. It has been an on going isssue for ... I don't know ... before time.... I'm guessing. What a beastly effort of uselessness. I can't stand the constant nattering at this guy to go. FOR GAWD SAKES .. just go ... I scream in my brain .. but I will not scream that at him ... interesting how he just doesn't get it. I am lucky though .. he does get going to work, he does get going to band practice, he does get being at certain events and locations on time, and now he does understand the result of people working to a schedule. This school bullshit is just a matter of formality. All I wish for is the magic ticket of the GRADUATION paper. That will lead to bigger and better ..

The girl says to me yesterday ... I think I will go into medicine. I told her medicine has many facets .. try being an ultrasound tech, or a Nuclear Medicine tech ... respiratory therapist .. uhm ... a bit yucky ...and she doesn't know that you are forced into running .. on occasion .. however I have known a few that saunter .... or better yet .. sit and wait "for an inpending code" ..

Apart from watching these two age .. I have watched myself age. This past year .. I have aged a lot ... I think. Or not ... I look less Snow Whitish !! With my way lighter hair ... and highlights that snow white never had ! HA ! The hair do is just way more manageable ... not sure how that is, but it is .. !!

In things that make me laugh .. I really wish to vacuum out my car ... and for some reason I live in a force field of aversion ... I frequent a gas station ... where it has the ability to vacuum ... except the days that I wish to vacuum ... I am looniless ... and this machine only takes loonies. My iluck. There is a slightly closer option to vacuum the vehicle .. but of course .. it takes cash .. which I never seem to have with me when the urge to vacuum strikes at me. Of course there is the option of the home vacumming system... but that involves opening the garage door .. which I can't seem to open on many given days or instances .. and then hauling out extension cords and the vacuum cleaner ... it is just a big huge effort ... which on most minutes ticking by on that world clock ... is too big in my world. So I will drive around in a dusty like car ... well .. not entirely dusty ... as I do wash the dash ... and the windows with my favourite NORWEX clothes !!! People, rush out .. and get yourself some ... talk about time saving .. !!! and money saving .. I love to wash my windows ... it's a simple ... wash and dry technique ... and there isn't any cleaning solutions involved .. and guess what ... the windows are clean !! NO LIES INVOLVED. here ....

In other things that involve no lying:

I wish I had a housekeeper. For real. That way the cupboards would all be clean on the same day, so would the floor, perhaps even the bathrooms ... on the SAME day ... in the meantime ... I march around and clean something daily ... not entirely an odd routine ... however I am not so good at doing one whole day of cleaning ... that doesn't work in my books ... not sure why !!

Well ... time to travel through out the worlds ... enjoy your business .... whether real or magical ... or simply HOKUS POKUS.

Well .. just before I delete things ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Can't believe this: GRADUATION!!

These two have known one another since mere babies .. well ... it was a friendship forced by the parental connections ... as us and her parents are good friends... they are equally crazy ... and given the chance to let that craziness be known ... they come by it naturally. It has nothing to do with their parents... I'm sure of it !!

Scene it ... take 4

Life of the bamboozled. I am the queen of it ..

I sauntered around the towns yesterday .. driving in the five, not as in walking.

This is how the world of mine works ...

Did I tell you people about the fact that I had two crowns put on my teeth? One was root canaled .. the other NOT. OK .. so just as an FYI ... crowns with no freezing on the last appointment when they get their final GLUE IN .. they work with a root canaled tooth .. not so much with a LIVE tooth. HoLY FREAKING mustard jars ... that was similar to just taking a fork on your tooth ... and just leaving it there ... for like ... 5 days. I kid you not. WTF was I thinking .. they offered my freezing ... but then said ... it would make it hard to get a good bite impression at the end ... given that I have had not a lot of success with the bite thing .. I said sure. FUCKING FATAL MISTAKE.... well near fatal .. as I sit and type this now ..

And that was yesterdays start ... written for the day before .. and now here I am today .. still on yesterdays thought ... and moving onward ...

Friday ... somehow I believed I could go to work today. Ok what a fricking idiot. Perhaps the thought of just fake going to work kept me awake from 0300 on. I wrangled with the idea of getting up .. but decided since the coldness of the night would creep in and strangle me .. it was just best to stay awake ... lying in bed. I had a case of the starves ... and sometimes eating some crackers and peanut butter will put an end to that business .. but alas .. I could not be shook .... I wasn't willing on the movement process.

Day 3 today ... of my fourth round of IV antibiotics ... I said to the doctor the other day ... we need to get mean .. and show this bug whos in charge ... this whole one pill every twelve hours that slides through your gut and has to be absorbed first then sent off to fight an infection doesn't seem to be cutting it ... I think throwing it through the blood stream before it even knows whats coming is a far sneakier and meaner way of tackling this. Kind of like that whole Raid commercial .... ooohh .. aren't they cute little bugs ... NOT ! That's my dr speak language ... they (well she) seems to understand it. ... or at least understands my concept of what approach I'm interested in.

I am hoping that for the next 10 days that my viens will cooperate. There seems to be that little issue of needing a vein ... and finding a vein that has been the situation many times over. I drink ... not alcohol unfortunately ... but rather water ... to keep the puffiness factor ... except that doesn't seem to work for me ... will google that.

I don't have much else going on .. I signed up for a food safe course. Probably should take a camera course .. cause clearly my teachings are heading out the window ... QUICKLY.

The dementia group is going good. I think. Although I don't think I would get too many complaints ... cause they don't really remember stuff anyways .. I have bags of balloons that I am now housing in my homeland ... and three bags worth of stuff, while the real leader is away in England ... once she returns .. I will send the stuff back .. and she can keep it ... the nice thing is .. all the planning has been taken care of .. I just need to show up .. run the program .. and be on my way .. I am quite liking that aspect of the group .. although the group is very very very quiet .. so it's me .. being a chatterbox of sorts to maintain conversation .. and the sense that something is going on in the space. There are two very very dedicated volunteers that run the group .. and wow .. they are just amazing ... they take such good care of everyone ... it makes my heart explode that they are just that phenominal .. which is why it made it even easier for me to take over this group .. just until June. NINE more sessions. Unless she comes back a bit earlier ... which she might want to ... and I will readily let her back in ... I think it would be good for people to see her before the summer break anyways ... that's just my thoughts ...

In other things ....

My closet needs a revamp. So does my dresser. So does my garden. So does my filing cabinet. I wonder when all of that is going to happen ... so many questions .. so many UN answered questions !

Well .. best go get this day organized ... I am semi stalling ... I need to wash my hair ... I guess I need to have a shower .. I can not get my foot wet .. and I can not get my hand wet. Things were much easier when it was just my foot ... one leg in the shower, one leg out .. now I have to go hunt down a glove for the hand .. that will work .. although the situation is challenging with the hand ... I can't SCREW up the IV site by constantly using it ... I have 10 days worth of antibiotics .. and about ONE vein left ... on that note ... take a drink .. and another ...  gawd how I wish this was alcohol !!

Luv yas!