Ring ring

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring...... yes people that's right, you know who you are.. you have a phone, now answer. I don't care if you are not home.... the calls that come from me should be answered, promptly and in person.

This is just a little exerpt of "the willer" being without radar systems... and the thought process of what I was thinking as I was trying to get a hold of my mom and my sister... now that I have written it should happen...because if it doesn't.... someone's gonna freak. NOW. Must go... make a couple of calls now.

Twilightzoneville

I dropped the chicklets off at school today... we were going to walk there. Since everyone has the natural aptitude for built in pokiness, walking turned out not to be an option.... otherwise I would have been cursed by the great complainer.... and one of the girls wheels on her scooter is jammed.. we were better off driving. And that's when I drive into the twilight zone. Where do all the people go? I am not kidding.....the place was desolate by nine o two..... except me... cause I saw it all....I guess they have a school based version of the D & D (dine and dash)... it is the Drop and Dash.... I will have to try that someday....

Answer me this...

So, is it too late to go to bed when you have already been up for an hour and twenty minutes, and you have to be up in an hour anyways? The clocks just screaming through the minutes.... and here I am, keeping pace. So, if I were to go to bed now, would the clock slow down... like it does when you lay there awake listening to someone irritate the hell out of you by their "loudness". I have the option of sleeping in the den, where the most evilest of queens is busy resting her 11 year old bones on the leather couch... or, going back to the bedroom....no, that's not an option, or entering the livingroom, where I found the younger sillier dog sleeping earlier, let's say yesterday morning... so now I need to vacuum those couches because of her dog hair. Can't sit on those.... in a sea of doghair... yuck, yuck yuck. Hmmm. Perhaps I will have to stay here, on the kitchen chair. A warming thought.

Well, now that I am completely irritated.... I need to do some fixing. It looks like the right ear on my picture is missing.... it has been for quite a while... but now that I am highly irritated... I will write about it... in fact... it looks like I should add some shoulders to that head. I will get on that... just not right now. Speaking of irritated.... I read in the paper where someone wrote in... he was irritated by the noise level where he lives. He lives in Vancouver.. in the city, downtown, the pulse, where all the action is, where people flock to, the attractive spot.... where there are deciduous trees, and evil leaf blowers, and sirens, and loud cars, and motorcycles, and parades, and little yappy silly dogs with jackets, limited transit, and limited parking spots. I think I missed a few... but he is irritated. I am irritated by his lack of grey matter. .... oh, the eldest evil dog is off the couch.. I will run for my alarm clock, and quickly grab 27 1/2 winks before I have a shower and try to fix my hair into some sort of polite but out dated style of hairdos... oh, too late, the evilest of queens has relapsed back onto the couch. But! the noise maker in the bedroom is now awake and has made his way to the kitchen... I told him to leave this area immediately.. this is the hour of the day that all my money laundering takes place..... I mispoke, or was that mind wandering takes place.....

Hiding behind my front door.

The fall is a nice time of year. It's a time when you can hide in your home.. and nobody knows you are around. Except of course when you have the little neighbour children knock continuously on your front door... waiting for anybody to open it. The neighbour children know you are in their.... they will get their way...Opening the front door can be a dangerous event. It all depends upon the mood of the home behind those closed doors.

Todays adventure takes us to the point where it is all quiet in this place, not even the dryer is drying. A pleasant moment... until the knocking starts. The girl had a friend over after school, and she was happy. Happy to have a friend over, happy to be able to play in her room, happy that she could have a friend come over and actually enter her room in fact. My thought is, why screw this up? So when the knocking started and the bedroom door opened, I hissed... "get back in there".... and I ventured further to put a stop to the continuous knocking. I had to be carefully prepared as to the response I was going to give to the inviter... just enough info to make her go away, but not enough to let her know that the girl already had some company, thereby making the knocking perpetrator a unhappy knocker.... I let her down easy... it went over alright.. especially since her attention was diverted because her demon brother took off with her bike... which made her scream at the top of her lungs.... alright, thanks for stopping by... as I quietly slipped behind my front door.

Out of gas..

The husband man took the garage cleanout nicely. He was even more impressed that I hauled all of that special stuff away. There are many unwritten details to life that I take care of. For example, the pretty little Barbie Doll wife from across the street will never cut the lawn, ever. She lets Ken take care of that. Mind you from my vantage point I don't mind Ken cutting the lawn either. I like cutting the lawn, the mix of gas and grass that overwhelms my senses and the opportunity to create art in the front yard. I like to create the illusion that the lawnmower has gone right through our front tree.

All of this has come to a crashing halt today. I am out of gas. Now I am with Barbie on this one. That is something that I simply do not do. It's not in my genetic make up to go the station and gas up a little gas can. Clearly this is a man thing. My reasoning... how many woman do you see walking along the highway out of gas? Right then. Now, I am a victim of my own shortfalls. I will have to wait until Mr Husband will fill the gas can.. and only then will grass cutting production continue... until then I have a full bag of grass seed to throw around the lawns for fun.

Tag, I'm it...

My husband will be a very happy man...not that I have cleaned, folded or cooked...he's used to none of those things being accomplished by other than himself....he doesn't know it yet...but I have cleaned out some of the things in HIS SACRED GARAGE. Yes, it's all true, I dare to scare. Hopefully I have not jostled any of his fine items in the shake down. Now, I learned this from Martha, when she was a free woman and all.... I could have made loads of money with the goods that were handed over this afternoon. All I had to have done was call it a Tag Sale... and customers would have come running.... but no... I just took it all to one little place, deeply hidden in black garbage bags and snuck away.... hopefully I will not be digging in them later in darkness!!!

As usual I'm impatient....

I dropped the chicklets off at school this morning...the boy grumbled the whole way that he was going to be late....which is why I gave him permission to run as fast as he could to get their. (My secret plan was to get him far enough away from me so I didn't have to hear his hisses)....Run Forrest Run!..... and he was gone. The girl scootered her way to school... hence the non-complaint issue. After all was said and done... I ventured towards my ultimate destination... the ingestible gas station for humans...starbucks. As I am their reading the Globe and Mail while I slurp back the coffee....(because I have now decided that, I can't kind-of power walk while drinking hot items)..... I watch the customers come and go, as I read Christopher Reeve's Obituary. In walks Mr. Man... nothing special... just a guy. He meets up with a group of people that were gathering at the gas station for humans. As I watch him... I continue to stare at his sunglasses that were at the tip of his nose. "Take the freakin things off"..... I willed to him as he sat making small talk with his people. No, he did not do it... he continued to talk with these stupid things on the end of his nose. Maybe all of his thoughts come from the tip of his nose, rather than the tip of his tongue...I have this human theory on life... that everyone is a freak in their own special way. He was very special with his tip of the nose sunglasses, I wonder what he actually does when it's sunny out.... wear a shield????

Official Pumpkin Day

This is the day that I have been waiting for..... pumpkin pie, just pumpkin pie. While everyone will be dining on turkey today... I will be waiting for a REAL piece of pumpkin pie.

Treatville

So, feeling like you need a treat.... come to my work. There is a surgeon that arrives (rather afternoonish to be fair)... and he rarely shows up empty handed. Saturdays treats coming in a box form from the bakery... a generous assortment of cookies. Sundays treats were assorted flavour of taco chips.... and you can't have chips without dip. So, now that you're feeling loaded in carbs and fat... along comes a family member that is appreciative of the care that they have recieved. A beautiful box of Purdy's (fine chocolates)...... of course those are opened immediately and begin to disappear fairly quickly. Then there's the lovely staff member that has worked on the ward for a fairly long time... and she brings in something to delight the tastebuds!!! So, it really turns into a feeding frenzy. Except for those carb crazed, highly resilient, brave souls that can keep their intake to a minimum. Yae for you.... YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MISSED! Now, I say that with humour.... cause if I were to eat all the treats that were handed out... I wouldn't make it out the doors to leave.... so Treatville is really an opportunity for myself to practice moderation,.... sometimes....!!! Today is Thanksgiving for the Canadian Folks... and now I am afraid of what may appear......

How come I recognize that voice?

I told the boy I loved him the other day. This isn't an unusal occurance, or something that isn't routinely spoken.......but it's the way in which he responded that caught my attention... so he says:

" You say you love me, is that what you are sayin'; but I thought that you loved chicken pot pie?"

Now attach Eddie Murphys voice to this... and that's what I listened to the other day. And you wonder how come it caught my attention. This boy amazes/scares me... I am never sure what is coming out of his mouth. I live in fear of my sons mouth, that's a new one.

Rules, rules, rules

I am sure glad that I am not my boy in the fourth grade. Way so glad. I am confused by the number of rules that have happened since the grade four doors have opened. This class has two teachers, so they have rules for certain days. I think they have rules for the rules. These two teachers are into crime and punishment. If anyone steps out of line, the whole class is punished. Interesting practice. So yesterday, when the class was lining up for gym apparently they were too noisy. So, no gym for them. None. Once again, an interesting practice. No gym for an excited group of 9 and 10 year olds. I hope the teacher uses this same theory when it comes to math. Now I can see an absolute uproar here, I mean there are the few soles in this world that love math to pieces, and probably might crack a smile during class when the subject draws near. I am wondering if the same "punishment" will be applied. It's my belief that gym should not be seen as an extra, or as a reward, but should be valued the same as math, science, geography, language arts,... ect....(now, where are those obesity, sedentary, diabetic studies "those" people have been pumping out). Lucky for me I will let this go... because there is a herd of crazy mothers already in an uproar over the "no gym" policy..... this nice little teacher may have to change her practice if she wants to survive the year.... with the parents.

Whens a pumpkin not a pumpkin?

I am wondering.... is there a certain time of day that pie should be eaten? I have a great passion for pumpkin pie. Nothing makes your day start off on the right foot with a good piece of pumpkin pie first thing in the morning. Although.... I am pretty much a morning person... and haven't fully tested out this theory... but it could be a theory worth testing I guess. When it gets to be this time of year it's the pumpkin pie thoughts that sit at the forefront. Just give me the pie... I don't want the fru-fru fake whipped topping that adds "what" to the flavour? I am after pure pumpkin, with a little egg and spices thrown in. Don't even bother with the pastry.... it's really not required, other than a holding tank so the pumpkin remains contained and you can deliver to a plate safe and sound. I don't even worry about having a genetically modified type of pumpkin... I am not certain if I need to worry about that yet.... but you never know. I was thinking that the icecream people could make millions on creating a "pumpicle".... really. The "pumpicle" would be an excellent source of after dinner vitamins.... that's if the manufacturers don't squeeze all the goodness out of the pumpkin first. There's 1 gram of protein and 240 mg of potassium in a 125 ml serving of prepared pumpkin. I can see the signage now...."Protein, potassium and the pumpicle... get a pounce start to your day".... I will sit back and wait for the people to start calling me now.

Yikes

Yikes... I can't stand the taste of chewable vitman c. The taste is freakin me out; once upon a time I didn't mind the fanciful flavour that the vitamin companies would inject them with, now I am frightened by what they have come up with. I think I will go back to the swallowable kind... I already rattle enough anyways.

Yikes again...we spotted a beautiful black bear on a branch eating up apples.. then he cartwheeled out of the tree... ran straight for our 14 year old SUV, then down the road... at full black bear speed, he took a hard right, ran down that road for a while until he reached another clearing and disappeared into the greenery....quite comical, I am wondering what he's in training for??

Oh yikes again... the girl was hard at it again this afternoon practicing her cartwheels. Clearly she doesn't have it. And she's not even close. I will buy her a gold medal in preparation for the day that she actually succeeds at performing a cartwheel. So, essentually I have time to shop around for that medal!

EEEkkke... yikes... the Pipster talked the husband man into buying her a treat from the grocery store.... he brought home these cookieables (like lunchables)... which she has been wanting since the moment she could speak.. and today she finally got them... and tomorrow I have to try and wash all of the blue colouring that is smeared around her lips and on her fingertips...double yikes for that one.

A final yikes... coloured my hair today... yikes it's all the same colour.. until I wash it.

And an awwwe...... the boy's piano teacher told him today that he was very good. Not just very good, but VERY good..... it came at the right time... this boy is a challenge when it comes to his piano.... and the piano teacher woman spoke to him at just the right moment...she said to him that she hasn't met many students in her 18 years of teaching that were like him... so, before he decides to ever give it up, to think long and hard what he would be giving up.... I was impressed at that anecdote..... I was wondering what I was going to do with him... I know he is very good.... and very easily frustrateable.... enough so that I wonder if it is worth it sometimes...

Oh brother...

It's my brothers birthday today.... he's not to too old.... can't be, because if he is, then I am not far behind. Can't have that.

I was noticing the girl's hair is not so brilliantly blond any longer, although I am wondering when the de-blonding effect will emerge. At present she is as blond as blond is, it's rather difficult to follow the Miss Pips Logic.... or the logic according to Pip. For breakfast she has started by cleaning her teeth, with a stick of gum... because the gum and the toothpaste have matching tastes, so therefore the gum must also be good for cleaning her teeth.

It's the littlest-youngest blondest but strongest nephews birthday today too. He's 5 today. His mother is 10 years older today because of him... that worries me... if she is 10 years older, how old does that make me.... because I am her older sister. I am already oldish because my brother is kind of oldish today as well.....

The Art of Saying Hello

Hello means many things. I have been thinking about this for a while. Someone once insulted the english language because the word "hello" doesn't carry a significant message, in fact, "he said", it almost sounds rude. "The person" who is nameless, because I don't know "his" name... said that in his language their greeting means something like.... "peace be to you". That's nice, it's thoughtful, and well-meaning. I too think that our greeting of a simple hello means the same, although not stated in many words. When I send a greeting of hello, I think of it in terms of acknowledging someone's presence. There isn't the expectation of further dialogue, only a gesture of acknowledgement. I guess depending on people's perceptions hello could mean, well now that I have your attention I will be dropping by in 15 minutes and we will go shopping across the border, and then fly home tomorrow.... that's a rather big hello... but that could be the intent of such a hello. There is the fleeting hello, just enough umph to divert ones attention, and then return to regular scheduled activities. It's easy to get caught up in the emotion of a hello, the tricky part is sending it with just the right amount of acknowledgement so that the receiver is enlightened but not threatened. So, say hello to that.....

Ninety Degrees.

My finger was aching yesterday.. my right index finger to be exact. It just ached and ached. I stared at it for quite some time. I was trying to will away the ache by hurling all my healing spirits at it. It continued to ache. Apparantley that doesnt work, that stare is only good for scaring away spiders. I am wondering if it has hit a point of jealousy. See, while I am at work I make a point of sitting at right angles. The ergonomics investigators told me this a long while ago. So that is what I do, and it works. Sitting at right angles is easier on the muscles and joints. Now, I know longer have a roaring bonfire sitting between my shoulder blades. So the aching finger has decided to put up a bit of a protest, it wants to be all ninety degrees.... it wont know what hit it when I take my fancy herbal anti-inflammatory pills... to counteract the protest.

Don't let me near your blog...

I was just thinking... if someone poses the thought of "what do you think?", "why is it...?", "tell me....", you will find me. I will show up like a fly on fruit. Be careful out there, you may be straighter, greyer or curlier haired sooner than you would like to be! I could have a whole new blog.... "the comment of the hour is"... there would be no shortage of readership on that.... now if I could just extend that clock into a 27 1/2 hour day....

I love the library... just wish I could read

I took my books back to the library the other day.. one day late.. cause that's me. It's a good thing that I carefully picked out the great reads that I was going to throw myself into. I am thinking now... when was I going to throw myself into them... close to next year... what was I thinking... I reread the first 4 pages about 3 times, and lugged the book around with me for a while... and now, I don't even remember what the name of the book was....wow... I'm sure it was going to be a great book... I'll try again.. soon. Maybe. I think I'll just start reading my boys books, because I certainly buy him enough of them.. like the series of unfortunate events... it's good, it's fun, it's light.. it keeps me interested... I mean.. I made it up to "the book of the fourth"... so I guess I was doing pretty good... reading books that my boy read while he was in the second grade... I'm a prize parent.....I am waiting for the moment when the walls of my house can crash around me.. and I sit motionless but glued to the best read on the face of the earth at this moment... that's what I am waiting for.

What's going on out there?

This question comes disguised as a yawn....see, curiosity killed the cat....at least that's what I was told...so now I am interested... do people really stop by here and read?

Competition

The bears are now busy being shot out of trees with tranquilizer guns... and the next neighbour to move in comes from the cat family, that's MR. Cougar to you and me. This part of town is becoming the next wild kingdom....Mr. Cougarspotterhusband has seen this big cat. So far Mr. Cougar has eluded my eyesight.... I think I am going to put post-it notes all over the case of the binoculars that state "I Can't See"... and see if the cougarspotterhusbandman will notice. I am pretty excited about spotting it... I don't want to be standing next to it when I spot it... I will drive my 14 year old SUV to the point of observation...which is just down the street and around the corner....

Do you have to tip at Great Clips? I mean really... if these people wanted to sell their skills.. wouldn't they just head to a salon where people feel obligated to pay even more for a service that they already pay more than enough for??? I don't tip.... give me a break, you trim up my hair an inch and a half, check to see that the edges are even on both sides... kind of cut the bangs, but in actuality don't really cut them because of shear tearer from the person that is sitting in the chair staring at you...and then fluff it around a bit, a wa-la... it's a haircut ! This was the woman that cut the boys hair in under five minutes... I let her touch my hair. Well, really there should me the magic moment... the moment that you decide that the person cutting your hair has spent enough time fussing with it to actually be rewarded of a tip. This lady is the faster haircutter in the world... why would you tip that... she's probably clearing more an hour between you and I together! You are paid to cut hair...which is exactly what you did, task accomplished... so what's the tip for... "Yae, you did your job"....funny though... tables are turned when the little weirdlycute fellow cuts the boys hair.... I like this guy....although he has braces all of a sudden.... I like the way his hands float through the air, and the way he consults me everytime he asks the boy a question....and how he holds the scissors.. and... I like this guys hair, he has good hair..... Oh, and I like that he is always ironed (pressed) up nice... maybe it's the nice airy shirts he wears..or is it ..... the way he moves in his clothes.. yes, that's it.... and he has the end chair... so that gives me a clear view..... because I do watch him....can't help it... so I tip him... kind of a thank-you for having good hair, pressed clothes, an accent of some form, oh... he even cuts the boys hair nice.... and his name is Sam......not that I am partial to the name, it's just that it rhymes...not many people can say that about their professions...let me think..."Dr. Proctor" ; Dr. O.B. Onecanobee; .. I know "Becky the Techy"....;
Sam the Hairdresserman.... you have to like that little ditty. All this coming from me, the people watcher.

My friend sent this to me... interesting..

The way jails should be run TO THOSE OF YOU NOT FAMILIAR WITH JOE ARPAIO -
HE IS THE MARICOPA COUNTY SHERIFF IN ARIZONA AND HE KEEPS GETTING ELECTED OVER AND OVER. THIS IS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY:

In a message dated 6/5/04 1:52:25 PM Eastern Daylight Time, about Sheriff Joe Arpaio (in Arizona) who created the "tent city jail": He has jail meals down to 40 cents a serving and charges the inmates for them. He stopped smoking and porno magazines in the jails.He took away their weights. Cut off all but "G" movies. He started chain gangs so the inmates could do free work on county and city projects. Then he started chain gangs for women so he wouldn't get sued for discrimination. He took away cable TV until he found out there was a federal court order that required cable TV ! for jails. So he hooked up the cable TV again only let in the Disney channel and the weather channel. When asked why the weather channel he replied, so they will
know how hot it's gonna be while they are working in my chain gangs. He cut off coffee since it has zero nutritional value. When the inmates complained, he told them, "This isn't the Ritz/Carlton. If you don't like it, don't come back." He bought Newt Gingrich' lecture series on videotape that he pipes into the jails. When asked by a reporter if he had any lecture series by a
Democrat, he replied that a democratic lecture series might explain why a lot of the inmates were in his jails in the first place. More on the Arizona Sheriff: With temperatures being even hotter than usual in Phoenix (116 degrees just set a new record), theAssociated Press reports: About 2,000 inmates living in a barbed-wire-surrounded tent encampment at the Maricopa
County Jail have been given permission to strip down to their government issu! ed pink boxer shorts. On Wednesday, hundreds of men wearing boxers were either curled up on their bunk beds or chatted in the tents, which reached 138 degrees inside the week before. Many were also swathed in wet, pink towels as sweat collected on their chests and dripped down to their pink socks. "It feels like we are in a furnace," said James Zanzot, an inmate who has lived in the tents for 1½years. "It's inhumane." Joe Arpaio, the tough-guy sheriff who created the tent city and long ago started making his prisoners wear pink, and eat bologna sandwiches, is not one bit
sympathetic He said Wednesday that he told all of the inmates: "It's 120 degrees in Iraq and our soldiers are living in tents too, and they have to wear full battle gear, but they didn't commit any crimes, so shut your damned mouths!" Way to go, Sheriff! Maybe if all prisons were like this one there would be a lot less crime and/or repeat offenders. Criminals should be punished for their crimes - not live in! luxury until it's time for their parole, only to go out and commit another crime so they can get back in to live on taxpayers money and enjoy things taxpayers can't afford to have for themselves.

Bow Wow to the Queen

It's the evil queens birthday today. She is eleven years old. She doesn't really act eleven...although her evilness is eleven years too long. She wasn't quite evil when she was young, she just turned that way. It has been her quest in life. Although she is evil to all other creatures that lay their breath upon this earth; she quite likes tall humans... she appears to quite like those creatures very much. She can do without the shorter humans of the world, but she does have a certain tolerance level with them. I mean she does tolerate the fact that the boy needs to go to bed sometime so she has to share his bed with him, she can't hog it all and expect him to sleep across his pillow, or better yet on his hardwood floor. She tolerates the Pipster, although the evil queen appears to be annoyed by the fact that the Pipster sleeps on a mattress that is beyond this eleven year old evil queens jump, and the fact that the Pipster is in love with cats. Evil Queens do not tolerate the mere thought of cats. She is actually a lovely dog, just don't let any of the stupid dog owners with the extendible dog leashes out, when she's out. The Evil Queen is not interested in socializing with other beasts that are way too social for her liking. She is a classic case of give the girl what she wants and she will remain happy. Like soccar balls, tennis balls, a 2 litre pop bottle, some sticks, a kong, and a warm place to sleep at night and a human to talk to if she feels the need. Happy Birthday Evilest of Queens... Cicely.

Someone's not understanding something

It all started out... I chased the kids to school today... it seemed to be that the boy was in a big hurry to get to school and ran the whole way... and the girl rode her scooter....they somehow don't understand about traffic lights and busy intersections with impatient motorists... but then they will never quite understand.... but it goes on....

I talked to a lady from the gas company..., apparantly I can't get a rebate on my brand new furnace because it is not a high efficiency furnace...yes but its not fourty years old anymore, and our 1300 square foot doesnt need to be able to heat the whole street, on both sides of it.... I just don't understand....

I talked to someone else today about someone coming to do an energy checky thingy on our house.... oh, yes, I have a newish furnace installed... but you don't...........

My mom and I whipped over to a fabric store to try and figure out what we wanted to do with a sheepskin wrap for my crazy dad... the lady started talking about clasps and tabs and buttons... but you don't unders..........

We also visited the big toy store in the area because I saw a forbidden PS2 game on sale, for the boy, that he just dreams about... as I was asking about the sale... I was cut off.... we don't have those on sale.. ever... the girl says... she doesn't understand.... ( I have found that flyer, they were on sale).... oh, then I asked about the television set that was busy playing some movie, at the loudest volume possible... apparantly the toy company doesn't understand that if they would like frenzied parents to come back to the "greatest toy store on earth" they better turn down the goddamn volume on their freaking television sets. Idiots. They really don't understand....

Oh, on the way home from our mini shopping adventure my mom wanted to stop into the casino... I have never been to this particular one... I spent the big five dollars I had... I don't understand how I didn't walk out of their with some big winnings.. I just don't understand that at all.... best that I dont.

Now, being the big Thursday night of television... the lousy television network has put on CSI as a repeat... I just watched it last week. They don't understand... I don't want to see repeats at the very beginning of CSI season...

Also, the maid didn't understand that she was to report to work today. I had to declutter the clutter filled kitchen... I did understand how to do that... all too well in fact.

Wednesday creeped up on me...

My attention was diverted this week.... it became a sudden priority to clean the house... because after all we live here, I don't actually clean here. But when people pop by for a visit it strikes me as important to get through the door without hitting your head on cobwebs....but that's not what this is about.

The Pip is getting better... at gymnastics. I saw her do a roll, in the right direction and without almost breaking her neck first. I am proud of the girl. This weeks useless attention to detail was magnified by the new matching lavender frue-fruish hair doiley that I can put around her gymnastic bun that she sports during the whole hour that she is their. The boy and I also witnessed her flying into a circular hole backwards.... she was supposed to land on her legs gracefully. Her feet remained in the air, while she found herself smack on the ground. Later, we watched the princess Pipster begin work on the balance beam. She looked quite graceful crawling along on all fours, especially her beautiful lavender hair doily. It sparkled, so did her concentration smile. As of today she is a adept at getting back up onto the beam...hopefully nextweek it will be the Pip's turn to do balance beam work on the balance beam, rather than on the padded floor. Her cartwheels are moving in the right direction... although I have never seen a cartwheel landed on your knees. She managed to kick up both legs at the same time, in the same direction, and a reasonable distance... a couple of inches off the ground. That seems to be her method as of this moment. The direction from the dark haired high pitched gymnastic leader seems thorough enough; I am confident that my girl will be doing real cartwheels in no time. Is there an age limit as to what age the perfect cartwheel can be learned and performed... because I am still waiting if there is.

At the end of this day... I decided it was time for some lounge lizard piano music. I love the little tune Smoke Get's in your Eyes..... it has a soothing effect somehow.. and works for those cool autumn evenings when the day is done, the kitchen is still a mess, and the girl is looking at my scrapbooking album that is certainly keen on quantity of pictures on a page, rather than quality. That kept her busy for a while, so did the lizard music... as I was trying to commit it to memory.
I'm drinking some Lime Perrier water.. I think I'll go put it in a brown lunch bag and drink out of it... that's what this music reminds me of....someone sitting daydreaming, drinking, contemplating, yearning, or simply wishing that it wasn't perrier water they were drinking. Not that that's what I was doing... that was just the movie playing out in my head.

Best go and sit by the front door hoping that the maid will show up.

Done in the knick of time...

What is the perception of drinking out of nice coffee cups, I am not sure if the coffee actually tastes better. I drink out of styrofoam on occasion... and coffee has tasted good out of them, I think. I managed to barely set out nice plates for the little "do" this afternoon.

I am no queen when it comes to party giving....I supply the accomodations, prepare morsels of edible products built from scratch in the kitchen, and provide liquid refreshments.... although I forgot to buy wine... good thing nobody asked for anything.

I was thinking though... I also had two very beautiful pregnant ladies attend the little "do" as well.... I should have built some italian food, and served something to do with red wine.... they would either have thanked me or cursed me... that didn't happen. Both of these little ladies are so ready, the first one is a first time mom... and is very prepared... so she just wants to get the show on the road. The other little lady just wishes it to be over.... in her words she said that she has stretch marks on her stretch marks. I was frightened by that.....

What I was able to do mind you was throw 3 variations of the same rolly-up sandwiches together... built some spinach pies, and some walnut kind of thing with phylo pastry... which actually were good... once I cut them up... I also loaded and unloaded the dishwasher, cleaned up the kitchen after I had let a bomb go off by throwing all that crap together, did three loads of laundry, cleaned the bathroom, and vacuumed the whole house, re-arranged a zillion dahlias around the little homestead so it didn't look like a funeral, but rather a baby shower... before 11:30. I didn't have time for decorations... I think decorations are overdone... it's a baby shower people.... give the woman her gifts, and everyone will be on their way.. no games, no frivolity, no fuss no muss, that's the type of showers/parties I show. .. (As I always say to my girl "Kindness Counts... once again it looks like I am taking the "hellivator, rather than the escalator" in my next life).

I dont think I do this much in a whole week, let alone done in one day before noon. I will stay up late just in case the people come to deliver my award.

Well, now my kitchen is in a state.... not a mess... but the clutter from stuff..... I am not a good clutter-cleaner......god... that could be the next best invention....some digital device that you point and shoot at the "stuff" in question, and it tells you where you should be putting that item....like: "you idiot, that goes in the garbage, don't even think that putting it in the fridge will make you eat it", or, "excuse me, but this wrapping paper has been used, it doesn't matter how much you try and unkrinkle it... you won't be able to use it again, so find a trash can and throw it in", even better, "don't offer this to guests to take as leftovers"... see the clutter-cleaner would be a rather helpful device. Too bad I didn't own one now.

Must go...

Where the hell is my housekeeper?

I certainly didn't give her the day off, or the week off, or even the month off. As always, luck would have it, the housekeeper hasn't shown up. I am hosting a little "do" at our house, but I would prefer it, being the house to be in a state of tidy, and mostly clean. The girls room will definitley be off limits to admiring eyes. Nobody will be allowed on the back lawn, especially in certain corners... because I cut the front and back lawn... and I have decided that both our dogs crap way too much. But I kept cutting the grass anyways.. that way it looks kinda like a golf course. Nice little rolling pathways that lead to the nowhere. Oh, then I shampooed the livingroom carpet. It really needed to be done, last year. I was lead to believe by a certain person that is quite neat and tidy, and a king around the home when it comes to installing, repairing, rebuilding, or contructing anything, that... I would have already had a new carpet installed. That too was earmarked for last year. I washed hallways, and doors, and tomorrow I will do the floors and the outside of the livingroom window. It's alright to have clean windows now, most of the birds have moved on to warmer climates. I am not certain as to why I needed to clean out the fridge which included the rotter, or some people prefer the word crisper. I went shopping at the non-scary grocery store, and the big box store with long line-ups to collect more items. Picked up kids from school, took one to a swimming lesson, went bear hunting, helped the boy practice his piano, loaded and unloaded washers and dryers and dishwashers, organized the dead summer pots to some assemblance of order and went over to the parents and collects about 12 dozen dahlias for the baby shower event. The housekeeper is still missing, and has not reported in at all. Now if only I could have a chef for a couple of hours then that would make the world right. My friend the -not-by-trade-cakebaker offered to bake a cake. Now she has called me and told me it looks bad... they are bad looking baby blocks.. I told her bring it on little lady... icing and cake can never be bad... just tell us what it was supposed to be when you get here. I have two fans blowing away in the living room, one for heat, and another fan that blows air I guess. Hopefully that will dry the carpet before tomorrow at 1130 when I told people to come for this little "do". I don't like "do's" at night because this house is a bit to teency-weency to fit people and shy husbands and nosy-chatty children all in one go. Well, must go build some rolly-up sandwhiches... I have decided the housekeeper is fired... because after running around here today... I think that she thinks that she has been fired all along...HA!

I love that sound

I never give much thought to how I sound.... I can't. I hear myself regularly...just like most everyone. I do however enjoy the sound of peoples voices. Except screaming, whining crying children noises... I don't love those sounds... so don't come near me with that.... I will deliver the ultimate in evil scowl.. but people's voices... now there's a fascination. How is it that people can sound pompous, intelligent, belligerant, exasperated, exhausted, energetic, angry, humorous, bored and idiotic? I look for that in people. I want to hear what they are feeling, not by telling me, but by talking. Once again, I will refer to my favourite green clock... we all tick the same, but there are many different ways in which we tick.

Life in the normal world

Husbandless and happy. Mr. Workaholicman went back to work today. I was most pleased to see him drive off....see ya.... see ya many hours from now....my spoons and cups no longer make me nervous just sitting over on the counter. And that cupboard door can stay open for as long as it needs, I know I wont walk into it. Although.... he did arrive home early.. not that he was expecting dinner or anything.... there are no leftovers... the stuff that was left over was given to Mr. Homeworkboy. He was back at his usual antics upon his arrival.... cleaning something.... like putting away the recylclables, you gotta like that.

I was living in the "quietzone" today.... everything that I did seemed silent.... the people bussling the kids to school, my group that I coordinate was very silent, the fighting seniors were missing in action, after school people seemed not to be around, the sister saved me from the General PAC Meeting tonight in a wonderfully silent manner...even the people at the most dreaded place in grocery land were silent....the world is so quiet... that the voices are beginning to fill up in my head.

Standing tall...

After a fine feast of chicken and stuff.... the girl and I took a quick ride with the safari vehicle and went bear hunting. We met up with a couple families of deers, a coyote and one bear hanging in the trees collecting apples, and another cruising the brush. As we were leaving the girl spotted one just 20 feet away. There he was standing tall... checking out the chick in the safari rig. (That's the Pipster standing up on the passenger seat looking out the sunroof). He ran... smart bear... if he's in a tree collecting apples.... he probably doesn't have what it takes in his bank account to keep this girl happy !! She may be just a bear hunter, but she really is a gold digger.

What do you do with the chicken?

This being Sunday... as a kind gesture, I decided to put together some assemblance of a dinner. A dinner that has a bunch of colours that all go together. Of course I bought the lovely roasted chicken from the grocery store... it was very good, all $8.99 of it. I compared prices.. and a raw version was $8.00. So, I figured I was getting a good deal. Feeding your family cooked food is once again a kind gesture. We have a very simple dinner plan at this house. We used to have sit down family dinners, that doesn't happen much anymore. Someone was usually sent away from the table angry and tearful, and the only family members that were left were the eldest and furriest members. The eldest members of the family would sit and not talk and eat their dinners, and the furriest members would sit at attention just in case the youngest members didnt make it back. Our new plan, which has been in place for quite a few years, finds family members rejoicing in their beautifully coloured Sunday Dinner plates in all corners of the house. Everyone has smiles, and everyone eats it. Believe it or not.... with all this polite practice of successful dinner eating... this family is able to go out to restaurants, and not need four tables.

The tricky part to making dinner is clean up. Mr. Cleanandtidy asked me what I am going to do with the chicken. "What do I always do with the chicken?" I ask him. He says, "Nothing, you forget about it, and I clean it up otherwise Elpee (younger sillier evil shepherd) will jump up and get it". "Alright then, it's settled...I'll do the same thing with it tonight".... he he he he he he

Oh, and by the way... if anyone happens to speak with Mr. Cleanandtidygreatpresentbuyingman I am wanting some new binoculars. I need them. I don't need glasses, I need new binoculars. I seemed to have overused the binocs' this summer. Really.

Besides... I will need them to start with my latest spying adventures..... there is a Cougar in our midst....can't do that with blurry binocs.

Random act of kindness..

I gave my girl the gold elastic ribbon from a box of chocolates for her hair. The princess blondie was immediately happy. One day she will learn where these gold ribbons came from... and feel ripped off..... they have come from expensive boxes of chocolates... but we don't need to tell her that right now.

I'll continue on my search for other more extreme acts of kindness... but today I am limited, I am at work. Can't be nice at work...

The Furnace is in....

Mr Furnaceman came yesterday, and his friend. They looked kinda old. I thought for a short while that they weren't going to make it... not that they couldn't put the furnace in.... but make it out of our house without heart attacks. I told Mr. Cleanandtidy to go and help them..."Go and check if they have colour....???.... is that guy ok that's sitting on his toolbox.....???? ... go man... go.....quick, fast, get them out lickity split.....!

Doing Nothing...

The Evil Little Mr. Cleanandtidy says he's doing nothing today. That will not happen. From this very workstation I will WILL him to clean and tidy something. I know he will fail at his task to do nothing, and I will help him. I am a good and kind wife.

Faded, but fast.

So, I am typing from the keyboard that is attached to this lovely new PC. I'm at work... snicker, snicker, snicker.....the most exciting part is that it is so fast.... I tap a key, and the info is in front of me. Although... from the looks of things.. I am quite faded.....(which is the view I am getting from the new flat screen)... a dull faded green....now, that is not me!!! At least, I don't think that's me.

You warm my heart....

That's right Mr. Furnaceinstaller. I am waiting for you to install my new furnace and heat my home and put a smile on my face. Actually what would really warm my heart would be to win the $24,000 dollars that is up for grabs from one of our many radio stations... I just have to remember to answer the phone "I listen to Jack!". The cup of coffee that I have brewing right now will warm my heart too, so will the shower I am about to go have. I am hard to please. Must go, the little heater is in the other room... not here.

Picture Perfect

It was the kids picture day today. There was no time for breakfast, making lunches, or walking to school. The only thing we had time for this morning was for primping. Princesses must look their best on picture days, hense the long navy blue sleeveless lined gown worn by the Pipster herself, of course with a matching hairstyle. A gentle flowing bun that was glued and sprayed into place. I just hope she didn't do her very best squeagie smile... that wouldn't be very princess like in her princess attire. I really do wish the girl did have a tiara...oh, and a pair of nylons would have been appropriate.. but what the heck.. it was a long dress anyways.

The boy on the otherhand was sporting his favourite "loud" shirt. His "do" was a bit of work as well. I needed to cut his hair around his ears... I hate it when the hair gets a bit long... bloody hippie in training!!! Hopefully he was able to create the persona of a happy go lucky child... not the bored yet crosseyed look which is what was returned to me last year... with fingers crossed I will hope for the best.

The husband has slowed on his husbandry duties... no dinner last night, the clothes in the dryer were barely dry, the kitchen table even disorganized. His holidays are over soon, which is good. He has a very nasty cold which I hope I do not get.....!

I've cried once too many times today

Deanna the seagull saver cried when Mr. Seagull was picked up by the local animal helpers. I couldn't leave this poor guy running around a parking lot... only to be squished by a careless nominded impatient idiot. (Those are the types of drivers that exist around here). .... hence why there was a crazy woman running around in a parkinglot with a box in her hands this afternoon.... waving the box at drivers when they got too close the stealth footed seagull. Hopefully they can fix his broken self, and send him flying...
Crying session number two... today was gymnastics day. There was a lot to cry about here. Why oh why do we not own a video camera. The hour that my Pip was their, was once again priceless. Today I had tears streaming down my face... and the lady sitting on the bench next to me asked me if I was ok. This girl is just killing me... she is truely in love with being in gymnastics... and is trying to the best of her ability.... and I am having the show of my life. The lady told me I wasn't allowed to laugh. I will laugh, and laugh and laugh. (The quiet laughing... that make tears pop out that is). My Pip has no idea how much I laughed. I laughed because I love watching her so much, from here on in, she will only get better. After 5 consecutive tries of trying to do a summersault she finally did it. Time after time she was kicking the wrong leg up first trying to do a cartwheel, which the end result was watching her rolling on her bottom, and seeing the arms and legs flying in the air. See, my warped sense of humour tells me this is funny. The girl still has the biggest smile on her face, and once again she looked absolutely princesslike, with the arms and legs of a giraffe.

Mission Accomplished.

First PAC meeting of the year. The first of many more. At the end I layed the ground rules. No more talking and talking.... I will become the evil clock watching woman. That is my role. If someone wants to speak, they get timed.... yes, sounds like an evil plan, and is evil.... See, really if you look at it, it's a compliment.... "Oh, I see you have an obscene amount of chatter just dying to get out... let's see you can say it all in under two minutes!".....Now, I will set the record straight... this is just for the PAC-X people.... not for the general meetings... if anyone shows up for those... it's a pleasure to hear them speak. The clock will be reserved for the chatty crowd only, and to keep everyone on task....otherwise we will wind up at the school the whole day.

Secondly.... another mission accomplished. I saved a life today. Well, I kind of saved a life today. Okay, I hope I saved a life today. After the PAC meeting I wanted to whip down to a local drugstore and drop something off... as I was leaving, I almost managed to bump into a seagull. "Little fella, you better fly away before you get rolled on"... and of course that's when I noticed this guy wasnt' going to do any flying anytime soon. Luckily I had my cell phone... and all my preprogrammed numbers for the people that help animals and birds and such. I had to call them a number of times before getting through.. and finally I did. They told me to contain the thing. So, I went back into the pharmacy, and got a box... and out I went to the parking lot. Now parking lots as we know are kind of hazardish... but this Pharmasave parking lot is very hazardous... always has been... ands it certainly not safe for a broken seagull. I wandered around after it for a while, just me and my box... I had to bring in some recruitment.... I yelled at a lady to "stop that bird!"... as I pointed at the poor little fella...see, he was very stressed, so he tried to fly off... and fell over, and that's when I put a box over the poor little guy. But then I had to stand in the parking lot, right at the entrance to the parking lot actually, just me in the way, with a box on the ground.... and lots of cars. People were able to make it past... but I had to put myself between the cars and the box... because people would have plowed into it.
So, the word of the hour is.. preprogram your cell phones with ALL of the animal emergency numbers, and, remember to program your phone with the after hours emergency numbers.... cause accidents don't just happen in the daytime, or Monday to Friday. Hm. (And I wonder where Mr. Safety gets his safetiness from!!)

The first day....

Today is the day that I take up post as a vp of our little school Parent Advisory Committee. This is good. I am planning on doing absolutely nothing for the entire year. I will sit on the committee mainly to keep the President in order. I was the secretary for the last two years.. and I really really disliked this evil little job. My blue ink flew across the sheets of white... and then I would have to eventually type them into ledgible notations. This I had trouble with. I hated typing minutes.. so much, that I have had the whole summer to type the last set of minutes from the very last PAC meeting... and what I am doing... writing about them. Here. I am planning on doing my vp role as a ride in the backseat. My friend laughed at me and told me that wont be the case... I would be doing lots.... I laughed in my head.... ( I wont be).....my role this year will be to keep the pres from talking too much. She does that.. a lot... over and over about the same crap... she's kind of an alzheimers-in-training.... I will put a stop to that... that is my mission for this year. (I say that now....talk to you in June....)

From theory to practice.

Speaking from your heart, empathic commmunication, understanding your needs. Restating what's inside of you, what drives you.... sounds all good... if only I can take this theory and put it into practice everyday... especially when I am at work. That would me most helpful. My worry about being the only person at this seminar was layed to rest when there was no parking at the hotel. That made me happy.

On the home front.... Mr. Cleanandtidyvacationinghusbandman... managed to make a lasagna, take kids to school, clean gutters and drink coffee, read his paper, clean his kitchen counters and had something to say to me when I returned home. Wow. Life with a Mr. Mom.... Now he has taken the Pipster to swimming, and will be going to Costco to pick up dog food. I am worried that next week that this fellow may decide to quit his job...he was rather gleeful upon my arrival. I don't do glee, I do glum. I do silence. I do wonderment..... but gleeful... that's too much of a change... and it's only been two days. I am frightened for what the end of the week will bring.

Please no outbursts...

I have a workshop to go to tomorrow. I feel like I am going to be the only one, in this huge room, with chairs all around me. Just me and the guest speaker. I'd just love not to go now. But I should, it's rather convenient that I am going to go to something when the Mr. Cleanandtidy man will be home to cover for me. Besides, he's successful at getting the kids to school on time. I am not so hot at that. Anyways, I just don't want to be the only one that decided that this was an interesting subject."Nonviolent Communication".. the leaflet said he was an international peacemaker...I hope I don't have an outburst....I must go.

Doing a double take

It's getting close to saying goodbye to the great black bears that are roaming our streets, yards and vast fields.... except don't get to excited about seeing them scour the ground for food. Lately, we have watched the family do some aireal work up in the trees. The bouncing bobbling cups have found a haven for amusement parks for bears... except that some of the rides are not too sturdy. There are bowed branches all over the place.... and the repair people are not too swift in getting these rides back up and running. In fact they come with their own theme music ....
"A whole lot of shaking going on"... that is what we witnessed earlier this evening.

Caved

This person added a comment.... and made me cave. So here I am.... typing and typing.. and the keyboard is humming. I will be bold and say that I will not take responsibility.... can't... I have to blame that "Blogbuster" on someone... she busted me boy... so I'm back.... clicking and ticking... it's only Monday, I said I'd wait till Wednesday... oh well.... I'm already living in some transformed life with Mr. Cleanandtidy suddenly home. Yikes.. that shook up my world. Eeeeekkk.

Divorced and Widowed

So, Mr. Cleanandtidy is taking the week off work... I totally forgot, surprise..you're here all week are you? I had no idea that he would be at home for a solid 5 days in row cleaning and tidying the kitchen. He is also supposed to be falling trees out in our backyard. That which of course has me worried... will I be divorced by the end of the week or widowed.......(insert laughter here).........

So, on the verge of his grand holiday.... he stops by the grocery store and buys the goodies for a roast beef dinner, including dessert. Mr. Cleanandtidy is also a Mr. Goodcook. Not that you can screw up that sort of thing (I prefer not to even try).... but he also lives up to his name Mr. Cleanandtidy.... which he took care of the dinner issues this morning.... since it was his first day off of work and all.

I will let you in on a little tidbit....it took 13 years of being married before I cooked him a roast beef dinner. That was last April 13th.... the only reason that happened was because he had hurt his back, and was flat on his back in bed and couldn't move. I know that because I asked if he was going to be able to cook the roast or not... is it going to have to go bad... or, or, or will I have to do the deed...apparentley it was adequate...because I am still writing anecdotes about his husbandry behaviours.

I have some issues though... with his holidaying and such. He has decided that he enjoys the Playstation 2 a bit much. So, I am wondering if I will be divorced by next week. See, the whole reason he is going to fall trees (one of which is the broken willow that needs to come down... seeing that it is kind of dangerous and all to have dangling there).. is because for the last three years (well before that really) he (WE) have needed a shed. Big Time. Big Big Big Time. But now on his holidays... he has rediscovered his love of playstation 2. I am not partial to his bad decision making. I am thinking that I should start baking.... and creating things in the kitchen.. not because he likes to eat the things that are created... he just doesn't like the transition to disorganization that I can quickly transform the kitchen area to. That way... it (the playstions) is out of sight.. and hopefully out of mind. Good plan. Will it work? No.

And there's more issues.... I have just spotted his handwriting in my crossword puzzle book. In the bathroom. This behaviour will be put to an immediate halt.

How about this... he had to be Mr. CleanandtidyMOM today. The precious little pipster girl had a baddish type of burp in class today... you know...the kind you have to swallow... anyways... she told the teacher... and that teacher being a good teacher called our home... and home THE PIPSTER came... and Mr. Cleanandtidymom had to go and get her. So she curled up in our sometimes warm bed (that's only because I don't get to sleep in it half the time because someone sleeps RATHER LOUDLY)...and he looked after her by playing playstation 2. Come hell or high water that precious pipster will not be coming home tomorrow. I will send her with an assortment of bags if she so requires them.

Oh, and finally... Mr. Cleanandtidynontreecuttingman will be joining us on Wednesday for the gymnastics class.. this will be a rare appearance put in by him... because he is never home at the ungodly hour of the day (5:00).... and the final straw.. he will be able to make it to the kids first open house this Thursday....I am thinking... he may get used to "being around the house", or "the kids keep asking for him".... I have to somehow drive him away.....I know... I will start making him dinners... certainly he wont stick around for that.

Oh, sorry.

If I don't write this .... I am sure I will implode... can't have that now. So Miss Pipster-the-meat-loving-girl and I were watching the first episode of Survivor. Yes, I like Survivor..... if you care to take a look deeper... it's interesting how the concept of a show evolves.. look at the layers of people that are arriving on it.... and how many look-a-likes the casting people are finding. Interesting. anyways.... have to keep it short here....
So.... along comes the pig on the stake...right away I cringe, hide my eyes.. oh yuk oh yuk oh yuk... I hide the girls eyes.... then I am totally grossed because the thing is alive on the stake (hung by it's feet)... my blood stops flowing practically..... poor thing, oh yuk.... it's the Pip that shoves away my hand. "Do not hide my eyes, if I want to hide my eyes I will close them, I am a meat eater, and animals have to die somehow". That's what the seven year old told her mother. I still hid my eyes, who the hell knows what she did....

tick tick tick tock

tick tick tick tock... mesmerized by my green clock.....
I'm here... I'm just gathering momentum...
Actually I'm just biding time for Wednesday at 5:00 PM. That will be the Pipsters second time around at gymnastics....I am just watching the clock until then.
And I'm waiting for the blue sky to return.
And I'm waiting for the furnace man to come and install a new furnace.
And I'm still lurking about trying to spy the biggest blackest of black bears before winter arrives.
I will wait... I may go into shock, my head may implode with an over abundance of idle anecdotes and chatter trying to will themselves onto this keyboard... but I will wait.... Gymnastics is only 4 days away....Must. Be. Patient. ( might as well slice now)
.... and back to my green clock I go....

The Pipster and the Piano Man and Warmth

Today was the day that Pip started gymnastics. It is a whole new world to me. I am way way to practical.... until this very day, I had never entered into the gymist world. I mean really where can you go with gymnastics... other than get an A in PE when your in grade 11 and 12. But today, that princess of princess looked gorgeous in her new used lavender body suit with just a hint of silver sequences on it. There she was, grinning from ear to ear, and she had her little concentration tongue sticking out the side of her mouth the whole time. She was priceless, she couldn't do a summersault, fell numerous times on the trampoline, could not bounce and land on her feet on the vault, couldn't bounce on a springboard and then jump up onto a cushioned box, the balance beam she fell off of... but guess what, that smile stayed on her face... and she looked damn good in her little lilac coloured suit...I can't wait for next week.

The Piano Man had his first lesson today. He needed to practice before he went. I wasn't sure what he wanted to practice...so I told him to play me a song piano man.... (strangley familiar), and he did.... of course he had on his extreme concentration face, except his tongue stays in his face.. he just somehow maneuvers his jaw to keep it locked inside. That boy... I showed him how to play a song that he wanted to play... a couple times listening to the notes... there he was, playing it.... hopefully he will learn to read music this year... because both myself and his piano teacher are rather convinced that he can't read music. I can vouch for the fact that he can definitely play.

Well, must go and get pyjamas on, and a find blanket, and warm socks, and a pillow, and sweet talk the 11 year old evil queen but doesn't look like it dog to remove herself from the couch, so that I can go to sleep their. Mr. Noiseysleepinghusbandman has gone to bed.. hate that, hate that... hate that... but on a warm note.. the furnace man came by and loaded my nonfurnace minded brain facts and figures about furnaces, and BTU's and overflows, and outflows, and cost saving vs money wasting and double vented, and upflows and downflows... I didn't get much of it at all. In fact I am still confused why if our current furnace gives out 75000 BTU's, and he want's to install a furnace with 60,000 BTU's... how this is going to work.. because apparantley ours is working at 40 % effiency, so we have about 40000 BTU's currently with a loss of 35000 into the air... all of this will cost me $2100.00 plus taxes. That is the part I did get. I didn't have the heart to ask the man to repeat the first part again....

Life as a mother bear.

WE went down to our favourite spot..the bear watching place. I anticipated a no sightings night. Now that the blueberries are pretty much gone all of the black beauties have began to drift elsewhere. Of course sometimes when you anticipate the worst, the opposite happens. Off in the distance we saw the great black lady, and her two young charges all balancing on the limbs of some sort of fruit tree. You have to give these great creatures a lot of credit... teaching her youngster initiative (finding food sources beyond their horizons), self-assurance (teaching them they are capable), insight (knowing that the winter is long... better eat all you can now), adaptability (foraging is fun in trees, go with the flow), to be cautious (awareness of others presence, and the impact it may make on yourself), take note of a good teacher (and learn from their experiences and teachings). Hats off to all the mother bears out there.

knowledgeable secretaries equal profit.

I'm looking for heat.... lots of heat. It's almost that time of year when we need to turn our furnace on. The days are passing quickly... and quickly becoming very cold. I don't like the cold. I am certain that I would have been dead if I would have been a pioneer. I am certain of it... I couldn't have trekked through god knows what to establish a new town, or landmark, or "wait" while I was having a house built by the towns gentlemen. .... I would not have waded through streams up to my waste, or walked 5 miles in the blizzarding snow to get to school, I would have opted for extreme stupidity, before I did that. And then shortly after that I would have died once again, from the cold.
Anyways, back to the real word of the hour... so I am going through the Yellow Pages... (which are pages that just about have every single business in the geographical area)...and I find a bunch of local heating places.. right down their numbers... the first call I make... the nice secretary lady answers the phone. She is not sure if they install new furnace systems.... the ad in the Yellow Pages told me that they did... but she wasn't sure....so, little does that company know that she may be losing thousands of dollars with that unknowledgeable answer,.... because me, being highly HIGHLY impatient... said thanks very much, I might call you back. I am indifferent to asking questions about services that they are not even sure they provide...so... my thought... if you're gonna have someone answering the phone... you might as well inform the lovely voice about the services provided by the company. That would be a good thing. I moved on, and called the guy that serviced our furnace 3 years ago.... which he wrote in the comment section then "new furnace recommended"... that was written in 2001. Oh, we have a carbon monoxide detector.. in case that came to mind. BTW, he answered me, the furnace man himself.. when I called... he's a good little man.

Random thought....

So... the girl was a bit pissed.... this evening... about stuff..although she did remain nicely composed... I could see she was on edge. My Sis calls and wants me to accompany her on a short outing. I refer to these outings as "useless task night"... that is where we go out, and do mundane chores of living because we didn't have enough time during the day, or we just didn't want to do it with our children... cause we're selfish that way... anyways... so, tonight was that night. I was interested in going because I new her van would be warm, because right now I am a cold, cold hearted woman... "all the tea in china" was not going to warm me up. .... Might as well go out and be cold. The Pip hisses at me.. after I tell her that I'm going out... "Can't that Aunty Janet just try to do things on her own, why does she always need your help, she should just try and do things BY HER SELF!!!"... the Pipster says as she slithers down the hall..... but this isn't my random thought... that is my sidetracked thought... carrying on then....

So, when people give food that they have bought to the foodbank... and you happen to walk by, and realize that what is in the foodbank box is something that you need.... couldn't you just take it... because it is a foodbank afterall, and you are justifiably in need of that item.....but it's just a thought... I've never actually tried this before.... it's just something that I think about... and not having a legal mind (nor needing one)... I am not certain how this would all go down in court. Would I be stealing? This has been puzzling me for a while....

What is more work...

Dogs or children, dogs or children.... at this moment in time I am not sure which is more work... the oldest evil queen is in the house, and for some reason is delighted in this very fact. She's running around, from room to room... bumping into everyone, throwing her ball about, jumping in and out of Elpees basket, on and off The Tidy Boys Bed, .. oh, and she's back... now crying and panting... and now tosses herself across the floor and lands with a grand slide. She's weird, as she lays on her side pretending to be dead. Now she's sitting make her growling sounds... if I look at her it will be all over... she will come and punch me with her paws. I am not certain how she turned out this way, although it may have something to do with the fact that when she was a pup we would put her on her back and spin her around...she may still be a bit dizzy from that. In comparison, the Pip is the same this evening... we shouldn't try to make eye contact with her either, she was having a hard time with her "Hairheaddoll".... now the world will have to pay. The rest of us are dodging the two of them....gotta go.. she's approaching...

carry on then

So... the chicklets officially made their way back into school life. Miss Pip has the lovely, yet firm, and practical "Rinkster Lady".... great teacher. I like her. This will be the fourth year in a row that I have had her teach my children. (Not just coincidences any longer).... and I met the boys Grade 4 teacher.... the "hula" woman, not because she does the hula... but her name starts with that.. I don't know how it ends. I had to meet her today.... had to.... it's like a statement.... "who cares what grade my child is in...I am interested in knowing you, the teacher, and I am interested in what he is doing... except when he is bad... he is only bad because he is a clown, and has a nasty little habit of making the other kids laugh)... bad boy, bad boy...quiet down... AND my little fears have been layed to rest that the boy doesn't ever have to spend a day in class with the most evilest demon child I have ever met... the boy across the street. Interestingly, the boy across the streets sister is in The Pipsters class this year...they quite like one another, and those two girls were sitting next to each other right off the bat, she is rather sweet... just don't piss her off.... she's not a demon, but she does have a rather huge set of lungs and uses them often... must go, I am frozen, can not type a moment longer....it's still summer for over a week and I am frozen... I can't wait for winter....

Can you feel that?

Just to let the world know... because I think you should... all of the arctic air in the world, no in this universe... no galaxy (whichever is bigger) has converged in my kitchen, and enveloped around me.. and now I am frozen. Stone cold rock solid frozen. There will be no defrosting this ice lady.... I am embedded beneath a huge barrier of ice... I have one more thought before this last finger is frozen into eternity.... at least when you peer in at me... I will have my lipstick on.

Some days I wonder....

Some days I wonder if ...... (uh oh.. I need a bulletted list....can't help it, just have to)

• I write too much
• I think too much
• I write with simplicity and little style
• I should have more flare
• I wonder if my heart should be making the sounds of clinkety clinkety clunk-chunk
• I wonder if I drink too much coffee
• I should own a thesaurus
• I should become politically minded
• Somedays I wonder if I have lost my mind... because after that previous statement it has definitely been misplaced
• I will stop being a procrastinator, that way I will have already put the kids schools supplies together.. instead of now, closing in on 11:00 PM, with my group that I have to still prepare for, and I have to make an incident report form for my sister...
• Right now I am wondering what time I am going to bed?

Another lovely thing....

I love apples. Oh yes, I love apples. I love apples especially when they are wrapped in Caramel. I love the presentation of the apples, nicely layed out in rows on pans, with the caramel securely wrapped around the apples skin... they almost call to you. Then of course there's the smell. Warm caramel smell. Can't go wrong with... ever. I am eating a caramel apple right now.. this very moment... except I am eating the caramel and apple separate. First it's the caramel layering... and maybe tomorrow I'll eat the apple.... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!

Only the truth is written here....

Green is closing in on me...

Earlier, as my blogger trainee was happily mousing around... I told her to check out the "Blogs of Note" list... and WOW... if I do not spy ONE, but TWO people with the same template as me. The rest is history.... they are now on MY list, that's right, MY list of Green Bloggers of the World..... unless of course they change their colours... and then they must be immediately re-categorized... can't have the wrong colour on the Green Bloggers list !!!

Slightly aggravated...

When I signed on to my lovely little stint in the working world.. I had no idea that I would take up the post as a resident photocopy fixer. That is my designation, all that I aspire to will never be... as I am the photocopy repair person, the tactical advisor, the person that has the error codes hardwired into herbrain. I am the one and only. I want to know how the world copes when I am not their to fix the photocopier...just earlier... I watched as one of my friends march up to me in a frenzy.... "please fix the photocopier"... as the sacred page of paper vibrated in her hands.... I escort her and her vibrating paper down the hall, to the dreaded machine. Reds lights flashing, arrows flying in all directions.... and her voice begins to escalate, and her feet begin marching up and down, as she is pointing at the possessed machine..."See, see what I am talking about... how am I supposed to know what to do... see, see!!" I talk her down from her tizzy... "See here, I am the one easily aggravated... don't get all aggravated... because then I will have to outdo your aggravation and see you two aggravations, and raise you one, see?" A puzzled look floated across her face... as I opened drawers, and pressed buttons, and pulled papers... and that was it. Once again, my ultimate dream job as the foremost photocopy fixer once again came through for me. Till tomorrow when someone new replaces me, and then they become the one and only photocopy fixer....

And transformed I become..

I was at work today.. because it is Saturday after all.. and I would cease to function or even exist if I wouldn't be at work... doing workable things... and then out of the blue along comes one of my working friends.... and the word "BLOG" sneaks its way into the conversation.... funny little word really... just saying it.. transforms me... the brain starts firing, the pulse races, my eyes begin to sparkle.. and I am sure my hairs goes a bit crazier on my head... "oh, you are interested.. well, come this way, step into my non-office.. it has a computer out of the way that you can view, at your leisure"....and then I begin with the whole process...... have fun... I say to the young lady... "Don't make any moves till I come back!!!"..... and so she waits..... crap, I hate it when I have to work... eventually I make my way back into the office... she was well on her way to becoming slightly addicted... I could tell.... because I left work before she did... and she was off over 2 hours ago.. I'm sure if I was to phone.. she would answer.... another one transformed into blogger world at the snap of the fingertips...mind you she was the first to follow through.

Pausing a moment for real laughter...

I will just set the record straight. I loved the last post.. it made me laugh, I wrote it with humour in mind, and it made me laugh... not real gut wrenching laughter... but it made me chuckle. See, that's what I do.. I laugh... or I Ha!, because that is bigger laughter. Then there is always the trickster laughing which comes along as he he he he he he. (if you try hard.. you could actually be capable of this laughing style..maybe even as an art form, but you would have to try).. you know the type... peering from around the corner with the shoulders blades bobbling up and down... Yes! exactly that type of laughter.

There is one thing...I do not lol, ever. Never ever. I will not, say it, speak it, write it, wish it, or spill it... not ever will there be a lol coming from me. I love to waste the extra three seconds it's gonna take for me to type "laughing and laughing!".... because that's what I do...HA!

In love...

It is so nice being in love... that nice warm content fuzzy feeling that permeates around your aura. Your life is content when you are in love....in love with... my mesmerizing green clock, the deeply rich hot cup of coffee that sits before me... the 65o mg Tylenol that is working wonders for my headache, the sound of just the washer and dryer running in my house, in love with the black screen on the television, and the silence that floats from it. I am so in love that the fall weather is approaching, and the daylight is getting shorter, which means that children go to bed earlier.. and the computer screens can be mine once again... that is what love really is.... really.

This spell will be broken at 3:00 PM when the children are picked up from their containment area, and transferred back home to be free to roam the hallways, dens and refridgerators of this once contented space.

Wow...

I just spent a couple moments and cleaned out my pocket purse/wallet. I actually have things in there.. like credit cards and debit cards.. and change, I even found actual paper money..... I thought that this was recycle central for all the important pieces of paper of the world. Now that I have found that I own credit cards.. time is a wasting here... must go see if they still work.

Must. Act. Quickly.

This will have to be fast.. Mr Tiredhusband is fast asleep on the couch... I will quickly get to our bed.. and watch some shows in peace and quiet.....
Our neighbours heard the willow tree fall into their backyard... (how odd)....Mr. Cleanandtidy will have to put down his tidying rags this weekend.. and become Chainsaw Charlie.. he likes that little gig... he was that a number of weeks back as he took down a cedar from the backyard..as I winced from a far...boys and their toys.... especially obnxious loud toys.. speaking of toys.. Pip and I came home from her soccer practice and Mr. Birthdaypresenthusband was busy racing his Hummer out around our road... he was quite pleased with his little gift.. and confused.. he wasn't sure why we needed another remote control vehicle in this home. My answer... something more for the kids to fight over... aaah crap the show is coming to an end.. he will be awake soon.. will have to go if I wish for any quality TV at all.... eeeekkkk!!!!!! as she scuries down the hallway as quiet as a mouse.. and not to upset the evil german shepherd queen that is sitting next to me... one wrong move and this could be all over.... great, I just heard the channel change... great ... freaking remote hog!

Well I lied....

Can you believe this.. how in the world am I awake half the night, and the Mr.Notsosilent is busy sleeping.... and yet he heard a big crash in the back yard. How is that? How does he get to hear the big crash.. I have to review the steady stream of shows that I reviewed in the great middle of darkness...because it was then that our fourty year old willow tree twisted, snapped then fell over.. and crashed. There was no wind either. He was the one asleep and I was the one awake...or was I?

drizzle drizzle tick tick

Well, what shall I talk about..... think think think... ah click....
My green clock tells me that it is 2:50 am, minus the sound of the ticking, but I can see the second hand chugging along...and it is nicely raining outside, hence the drizzle.. looking to my right I can see that we have finally shut the sliding glass door. This door has remained open all summer... day and night, home or not home... with the exception of the screen, that remains shut.. for fear of bugs you know... The evil queen that will be a mere 11 years young in three weeks also doubles as the evil gate keeper. NOTHING, NOTHING and NOTHING... can get past her.. except flies.. she doesn't have a taste for flies, she does however enjoy the taste of bees... bees are included in the NOTHING category of getting past her. Any minute now the evil queen will be taking up her post at the front window and letting out her loudest and evilest of frenzied barking that she can muster the strength for at this decidedly dark middle of the night hour... as the paper fellow will be delivering the paper soon. I have to say though.. he is quite good at avoiding her snarls, as he is quite quiet and manuevers our mailbox with supreme silence. Horray for him... mr expert paperdeliveryman. We pay by creditcard for the paper.. sorry fellow no tip for you.... he he he . The clock struck three.. my favourite of favourite middle of the night television shows will be coming on right now... Canadian Rivers, followed by Great Canadian Parks, then there is oh damn... my memory is failing me... but it's always something Canadian that makes me stay awake until five.. and then I usually begin to watch the news... just in time to be really tired and need to go back to sleep at 5:45, just to wake up again at around 6:15 so I can watch a baby story... cause that is all kind of sweet and special and gushy and almost stupid really... but it gives me something to listen to... and then by 7:00 my favourite history channel comes on... and I learn about great people... couldn't tell you any of their names right now... but the problem with that is... I have to get up at 7:00 to get myself ready for the day... so that I can get the chicklets ready for school, and pack their crap.. so the whole 7:00 show becomes a problem if I am up half the night watching other Canadian shows... what to do, what to do... well, as the evil queen has parked herself in the livingroom, I will now take up residence on the couch in the den, with my most favourite shows, and the fishy blanket that keeps me warm.. as the clock ticks, and it continues to drizzle.. and the real reason I am awake is because my most favourite tidy person is sleeping right now...... and he is sleeping way way too loudly. I say that because I am a polite wife... he he he he.

Anybody have a two four???

That's right.. a two four.. I am not certain why I let my sister drag me to places that are completely unreasonable. Ultimately, absolutely and completely unreasonable. I am the older sister... so therefore naturally I should be the boss. She is two years younger than me, therefore two years much sillier than I. I let my reign slip a bit this evening.

For some reason all of the world seems to be sold out of the Crayola 24 colour package of crayons. Really and truely, they have become non-existant. That would be the reason why there was a line up twenty people deep at Staples. I had to question her sanity (and mine)... "Are you really going to stand in a lineup this long for 24 crayons?" I promised her success if she would leave this beehive of activity... and empty crayon shelves. I suggested "The Stupidstore", surely they will have your colours... and besides.. the lineups will always give us entertainment value. I was correct, because.... I am the older sister.

Talking to Mr. Tentative.

So Mr Tentative new employer wanted to meet me... right now.... right right now. I decided to conduct my own interview over the phone. He insisted that I come on down and meet him... and I insisted that I had just one more question about his great place of employment.... in the end.. I won... I needled away tiny questions... you know.. the stuff that rules things that would be on a pros and cons list.... he very quickly answered some questions that would have been put on a cons list... so yae.. I say to him.. I have just ruled out this job for being for me.. sounds great.. sounds like I am about 4 years to early for it....sounds like I would like to have more money... without actually saying that... and guess what... I have just saved "you"... Mr Tentative Employer... a whole bunch of time.... says me.. the woman that now works every single freaking weekend from now until eternity... since I can not find a job that will suit my very particular little requirements. Oh, and I work Mondays to.. and another day of my choosing in the week. But nooooooo, I don't work full-time... now do I? Excuse me, the dryer just went off.

I have two children that make me crazy..

WE have these two kids that contribute to my craziness, well and two dogs... they get in on the "Creation Craziness Quotient" as well. But now the blogger thing has gotten a hold of this piece of information... and is making me crazy....I will have to quit this blogger thing if it doesn't settle... I wish I could quit the kids some days... but apparantly you're not allowed to do that...or so I have heard....
Can someone tell me what this means.... and why would a person that has isolated herself to only understanding the English language be able to make heads or tales with this message:

001 java.io.IOException: EOF while reading from control connection

What in the world is going on??

I have mailed to the blogger people for help... just blogger help.. not help in real life... although if they can't give me any suggestions.... it's gonna start affecting my real life.. that could be dangerous.... a crazed blogger working mother.... not sure if that is safe on the streets.. I'd rather see a black bear walking next to me!!!!

This is going to make me crazy..really.

Okay, now it's down to point form... I detest this bad blogger... bad, bad bad. I have twice written a post... yes twice... twice I have written words that will only confuse me in years to come... this will be the last... otherwise nails will be popping up on computer screens everywhere. I even tried control c-ing it... and it wouldn't do what it said it would do.... the crap that I was going to throw on here seems hardly worth it.. not worth it at all.. so now it's the deeply condensed mad crazy woman version.
I find an ad for a job.. perfect. It has me written all over it.. with the exception that it is full-time. I don't do full-time. Can't. Not. Wont. Refuse. Absolutely refuse.
Anyways... I decide on a whim to email a resume ... not sure why... I never hear back from people when I do this sort of thing. The email doesn't go through. Just as well, I don't want full-time. Well, the email doesn't go through until the Silverlady starts to act all persnickity, and I turn her off to set her straight... when she comes back on... my email goes through... whoops, forgot about that little number. Oh well, going on past experience I wasn't concerned about hearing from them. Hmm..Today, I hear from someone. Figures, figures, figures. Wouldn't you believe it, not only do they get back to me within the hour of the "accidental emailing".. now they are ANXIOUS, and would an interview at MY CONVENIENCE. I believe I have emailed the twilight zone. I will call tomorrow to confirm if my suspiscion. Or not.

How weird is life... I need a reminder?

On a whim last evening I emailed a resume to a place that I would be interested in working at, and to sound even more odd, I am not sure why I even did it... I think I was just daring someone to call me. It is full-time, or so the ad says with the 37.5 hours attached to it. The e-mail didn't go through. Oh well, it wasn't meant to be. That's alright... I can take it... I have sent out a "wack" of resumes in my time... to hear from KNOW ONE !!! I'm not hurt... I've turned an immune eye to the employers who lack the money and manpower of an acknowledgement. Soooooo, this morning prior to baking cookies before school... I got a bit PISSED at the computer, and turned it off and on.. to reset the lovely silver lady.... of course once I did that .... I saw my email being sent. OOOPS. Oh well.. I won't hear from them.... I won't hear from them until I read an email from the fellow after I return home from the kids first day at school.... an hour after I mistakenly sent the bloody thing. Figures. Figures. Figures. This person is ANXIOUS to meet me... and wanting to set up an interview at MY CONVENIENCE... is this an actual employer talking to me??? I might have drifted into the twilight zone... really. I think that's where I sent that e-mail... to an employer that answers you the very day you mistakenly send them a resume. Hmmmm. Too bad I can't consider the fine sounding job.... It's ok, I still have my 2 jobs that I get to juggle all year long anyways...I'm just wondering if I should make the call.... just to talk to the human on the other end... and thank him for acknowledging my accomplishments laid out on a piece of paper !!!!! Or not.

So this is how it all went down...

The youngsters and myself made our way to school... on the first day, on time. That is the last time that will happen... I am the 9:00 on the button parent...I try, but can't help it... anyways, there are reasons why you leave certain things for the very last minute... like baking cookies for the parents while they waited around for the whole 45 minutes the kids were in school. So, as I go to find a spot to put the fesh out of the oven warm cookies... I find the Parent Association President.. and I go to hand her the bag... and then this woman walks up and starts ranting and raving about her child being frisked by cops the day before... I start thinking.... cookies, cops, cookies, cops, cookies... well I guess the cop thing takes presidence... as I am walking away I realize she isn't recounting a story.. she is practically yelling at the PAC pres lady...apparantly the PAC pres lady called the cops because some kids were hanging around, with backpacks, and looked like they were doing drugs.... so the hysterical mother is yelling, and waving her finger at both of us... and that's when the freshly baked cookies came in handy... "So" I cut in "where do you want me to put these?" I ask the PAC pres lady.... and make a eye motion to move it. I separate them.... as we walk into the staffroom with the cookies.... and leave the PAC pres lady in there in her dazzlement. I leave the staffroom, to walk back into the hallway, where the hysterical mom feasts her eyes upon me.. and begins to drill me.... I looked the crazed woman straight in the eyes and told her... "I am here bringing my two children to school, beyond that I have nothing to do with what you are going on about..so don't bother talking to me or anyone else about it"... and walked away... ( I have very, very mean eyebrows... my scowl alone should have frightened her)....I have decided I wont talk with her any longer !! That was the first five minutes of school for me.. next time I will be late... and I won't bring cookies.

Just the start of beautiful new day....

I was up part of the night... all night... thinking about today. But now, I am wide awake, fresh coffee at the helm... and of course closing in the on the 9 oclock hour. The lovely first day of school.....
Bye bye kiddies.....! Love ya, and your thoughts, ideas, personalities, blue eyes, creamsoda bikerides, hissing episodes, fighting festivals, laughing fits, spazzy moments, battling toothbrushes, remote control hogs, bearwatching buddies, shoe-lace non-tiers, mess-makers, grocery nightmare children.... see ya, see ya.... see ya in 45 minutes when you're done your first day at school.... where you will come back to me and find new ways to make me crazy... love ya..... hurry back... I wont be able to survive the sanity... and you know it....beasts.

The ABC's.... new version

Australain Wine
Bell peppers,
Burger,
Bear watching with binnoculars,
Bikeride,
Baking will wait until tomorrow morning,
Best go Bundle the Beastly Babe for her Beauty rest and.....
CSI.....must go.

Somethings obvious.... not sure what...

So it's Mr Cleanandtidysilenthusband's birthday tomorrow. Since today is Sunday, and as I have previously mentioned, he talks to me on Sundays. Today he mentioned that he found some cargo pants that he would like to buy... except that they are 59.99... and he was going to wait for a couple of weeks to buy them. Very interesting that he should mention that to me today, being talkative Sunday and all... and his birthday tomorrow... should I be confused by this. (And by the way.. I already have a little something special for him... tick tick tick tick tick... interesting answer, this is actually what it is... I have got him a great big remote control Hummer that he can race up and down the street......gotta go.. he's behind me..

Are you afraid of the dark?

Fraidycat son is watching "creepy canada". It's all about ghosts and stuff. He's terrified of the dark, or sounds that come from the dark... or the sound that darkness makes. He's terrified that there might be ghosts, or there are ghosts, of if he will be a ghost. All I am hearing now Mommy, it's back on, Mommy it's back, Mommy it's back on, ...............MOMMY......because I have to watch it with him... because it is creepy afterall!

Still in hiding.....

The people here today are way more normal than the night people that were here first thing this morning. WAY, WAY MORE NORMAL. I like normal people.... they give me something to aspire to. I take little mental notes of peoples actions, reactions, perceptions... and then invent my own methodoligies as to how I would react to certain situations..... it's all very bizarre. I have had a lot of fun throwing out tons of stuff at work today..... tons... of ..... stuff...... I hope that somebody didn't need any of it.... because it's gone now..... I lack insight into this situation... it's funner to throw things out then realize that it was important afterwords....well people are beginning to throw my name around... failing to realize that I am hiding back here.. hence the silence out there... must run...

One eye closed

Shhhhhh... all is quiet.....I'm at work..7:00.. nice way to start the day....one coffee with cream, and one Tylenol 8 hour, with 650 mgs of acetaminophen sustained release. I have a 2nd Tylenol close at hand, in case the first Tylenol doesn't realize it's supposed to keep me happy for 8 hours. I am in a little office.... and I am already hearing the goings on of the day.... now I am frightened to go out their....the people are already fighting. I'll just keep hiding... maybe nobody will notice that I am not at my spot. I will be back..... my day will keep me here until 8:00 tonight...... they've spotted me, so it's too late.... I will have to leave this post, to take up residence "out there" with the fighting people.

It's a B

that's what kind of day it has been. I will quickly type... all the people that inhabit my home + one furry beast are all out.... walking and watching bears.... I must think quickly....
So, if I had to grade today... it would have been a "B"...... because....

1. I Baked with Bananas.
2. Returned Bottles.
3. Returned Books to the library.
4. Bought Books from a Book store.
5. Watched the Bears.
6. Booked swimming lessons
7. Went for a Bikeride.
8. Blogged!
9. Bought some vases for some Bouquets....
10. Chased by Bees while we got rid of our Bottles.

There's more... but it doesnt Begin with B so it will remain a secret..... bah ha ha ha

Do you suffer from "publishing paranoia"

It's a good thing that no research, contemplation, insight, logic, reflective or inspirational words are written on my blog. Not that it would be a bad thing... it's just the fact that in one push button moment... it could all be lost. Lost, gone, done, forever... it's happened a couple of times to me... I've rambled out some stories.... in an organized fashion to boot.... and ****poof****.

So now, as I push that button to publish.. I have one eye closed..... and then sit and watch as the percentage either sits at ZERO... or moves along... but if it doesn't move along fast enough.. I know there is doom involved.

Not only do I now ramble too much, now I have "PP"! :)

How much do you love bananas??

Today is the day I am going to make banana bread... it's the kind of thing that you can keep putting off, because the main ingrediants have already turned disgusting. Stinky soft black dotted gushy bananas.. those are the best... and then you freeze them. I have no more room to store bananas in my freezer...and I have six on the counter... it's time. Truth be told, I can't stand baking... because I can't stand the mess... It's not that I am a messy baker... I don't like baking and the mess... see the list will keep growing if I keep thinking. I'll have to cut this short.. otherwise those beautiful specimans will find themselves in my garden compost rather than a loaf, with their chemical friends called chocolate chips. The chemical guys show up to ensure interest factor in the banana loaf. I feel like the Betty Crocker Baking Lab people.... "what will entice the little people now?".... "how can we get these people to come back and buy (eat) more, more, more.......!!!!", but I'm just a mother that wants to use up her bananas.....must go... the 9+ boy is here.... can't let him see my secret plans..... see I really am the Betty Crocker Baking Lab lady...

Hello again;

I'm a constant. Once I get hung-up on something, it's hard to pull me away. Everynight.... I'm a bear watcher. Tonight was interesting. We saw a big bear walk out on a flimsey limb of a tree... it dangled precariously their for a while, before slowly scaling back across the limb... he eventually fell....and took of running. Then we saw a mother and her cubs and then another black bear. One of the cubs skittered up a pole (?electrical) and the mother and one cub made it across the roadway. (A roadway with one vehicle driving up and down it). I'm not sure where the other cub went to. We saw deer in the field, and the deers were bouncing and the bears were scampering... right past one another. Not sure what got into everyone's wheaties today. Safari girl came with me.... she sits on top of the head rest in the passenger seat with the binoculars slung around her neck. This is her favourite thing... I am worried for her when she is 19. I can only imagine what she'll get up to!!!! Here you go sweetheart... have another 3 chocolate bars...

Last chance....

School is fast approaching... I need to find people to look after my little people very quickly. If I don't turn the calendar over... then I can live in a perpetual summer. Life might be cheaper that way... and august people will win over and over (birthdays and junk)... kind of like groundhog day... but it's always august 1st after the 31st.... I am not certain if I want to do all the things that I will be forced to do over the next 10 months. Just today we went along and looked at a gymnastics group for the Pipster.....I will add that to the list of things that the youngsters are into. ... Now I am scheming... I want to figure out a way for myself to work on Sunday evenings.. and somebody can take my Friday days. The hours are not conducive to being a parent. Yes, that's my thought for today. It's 5:30 here... in BC time.. if I was a kind wife I might make my workaholichusband some dinner... that's only if I was a kind wife, I best go make that my next thought of the day..."Am I a kind wife?"....