Saturday, July 27, 2013


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 ! 

Friday, July 26, 2013

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.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

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!

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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.

Monday, July 22, 2013

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.


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 ...

Tuesday, July 09, 2013

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 !

Monday, July 08, 2013

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, 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 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 ..