Kittens and Lions

We all tread lightly some days. We have to .... It's got to do with survival...... here..I'll take you back a number of hours:

Yesterday morning I sent the Pip off in a such a state that I didn't think she would make it through the day. A state being rather messy for such an early hour of the day. Oh well... Some days that's the way it is... Except for Pip.

When I picked her up from school... she looked an exaggerated version of what had left in the morning... but with more pep, more personality, and a tad dirtier than she was already from the morning. But as I was to find out... This had been the best day of her 7 but almost 8 year old life. As I quickly slammed her runners on her feet and sent her with a snack... she found her way out to running club... where she proceeded to run 5 steps and walk 250. She has her own version... and that's all good.

We traveled to Tae Kwon Do with my two, and the-child-that-isn't-mine-and-corrects-my-two-with-every-word-from-their-mouths-... Until I remind "the child that isn't mine"... Enough please... Pip continued to be pleasant while at TKD...she hates this white costumed event, and since they don't hand out pink belts as a reward for kicking someone... she clearly isn't interested. Pip would do well at TKD.... she would do well kicking targets, and (ooooops) sometimes people.... Perhaps she will have to grow into it... Lord knows she has time... The boy will be going for a while yet..

I fed them a "bunwhich" from the bakery below the TKD school... and got the girl-that-likes-to-hang-around-with-us-all-the-time a cookie. I was hoping that I could drop her off....that didn't happen... I gave her my bunwhich (which is quite tasty!) from the bakery... and all the worlds were good... and we made our way to the boy's ballgame.

Now I knew that the world had been far too good for this part of the day, the Lady Pip had no crisis, situations, or interventions. Either she was slipping through the cracks, or the world really was good when she was in a high state of messy-ness. But... all good things must come to and end. I took her home early from the ball game.

Things went well... I dropped some bath bubbles into her tub of cleanliness... and she was all smiles. Her and her Barbie were lifted to another world. WE tried to get her out when Survivor came along.. but that was a wasted effort. This girl loves Survivor. But, it was all quiet coming from the bathroom...

At the stroke of 8:58 we hear some yelling. Yes, yelling from the bathroom... "MA MA!..... MA MA!.... get me out of here, I have to watch Survivor now,.... (and then the even more dreaded words..) HURRY MA MA .... I am going to miss it".... she yells from way down the hallway. The boy, Mr. Husbandman and myself all sit in horror with the events about to unfold. We are all too scared to move. She roars again........ MA MA.... ARE YOU COMING???. gulp....yes

Before I have a chance to face the lion she has freed herself from the tub, walks to the den... and stands in complete disbelief.. as she watches the credits rolling for Survivor. THAT'S IT... WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE... HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME... YOU ARE ALL EVIL!!! were the first string of words... she continues.. and I let her go on..(she continued to point fingers that it was all my fault, and I let her wail, for a moment, and then I said to her that she refused to get out of the tub... so she paused for a moments thought, but continued on another tyrant).. and through this... her beautiful little face was all pink and pretty, and she had slight curls around the rim of her face, and every sentence ended with a 'ma ma'... and it just sounded so sad. So, what's best for calming the wild beast.....

I made her walk down into my room, and told her to close her eyes... I then opened my closet and reached for a little bag that I had just hidden earlier that day. Inside was a beautiful deep red ice-cream pictured pair of slippery jammies. I slipped them over her head.... and POOF.... the lion had been tamed. "oh Ma Ma... I just love these new slipperies... these are just beautiful!"... as she skittled off to show the still frightened Mr. Husbandman.

The boy was in his room... and was wondering whether there was something for him.... "Yes son, silence".

The New Pip.

I howled in laughter this morning.... at the expense of The Pip. This poor child looked like she was pulled from a heap.. and barely hanging on with dollar store glue.

She started off all cute... and nice, and not crinkled, and it seemed that she was shaping up to look the part of her favourite statement... "Fashion comes first". Except that didn't happen today. "Fuss..!!!" I yell... "Whatever you do... don't go near a mirror!"... She was a mess, and she hadn't even made it through the front door. Her hair... was ... awful... and it was hanging in her face, and her poof was poofless. If I didn't have the boy, who is ever so worried about getting to school on time, and the girl from across the street that wants to please everyone at every moment.. I would have halted production to put the Pip back on track. but, off we went... and when I watched her walk away... even her pink cheerleader skirt with the pleats was not pleating correctly.... Poor Pip!! You have to love her!

I wont even go into details about the left over dandelion stains AND the felt pen stains on her hands... or the embedded dirt on her knees.... which was attempted to be cleaned up this morning.. with no success.

OH well... tomorrow is a whole new day.

14 YEARS OF HELL

Mr. Husbandman thanked me yesterday. A thank you for fourteen years of hell. Of which was stated to me:

1. If he didn't know me, he would be richer.
2. If he didn't know me, he would have more hair.
3. If he didn't know me, what hair he would have, would be dark.

On those remarks alone.....off I went:

1. I spent lots of his (ours) money.
2. I coloured by "quad coloured hair don't" to a respectable double hair tint.
3. I bought him a non stick deep dish skillet with a lid.... so he can practice putting his hand inside the skillet, with the lid on..... and see what hell is really like.
4. I bought him a card..(I did contemplate a "thank-you for your hospitality card")... and then clarified the hair issue: (1) he could remedy that with the aid of science, and (2) the grey didn't really start to take form until the sweetness fusspot-pipster entered our lives, so he would have to rescind the mornings statements, and come up with a better critique about 14 years of hell. And... I am still waiting for a response.

Oh, and to make the day feel even more special... I bought two dinners that I could (kind-of) prepare.... and dessert. What did he eat.... leftovers. Did I care... No!.... now that's love.

Lime green hunting.

I am looking for a seven day a week wardrobe... and it all must be green. Lime green. For no reason other than... it will make it easier for the day to day living. .... As I look into the depths of my closet and decide what my favourite colour is.. oh yes, once again.. lime green. It's just that easy.

Today I had 16 minutes to spare and went lime green hunting for a moment or two.... I went into a place wear they had some lime green to wear.. a zip up jacket, I tried it on .... my first thought... HOLY SHIT...I look like a freaking idiot... this lime green looks awful... do I look this awful in all my lime green... oh my god.. I have been walking around in lime green and looking like a moron. Of course the "quad coloured hair-don't" had an impact on the look of the wierdly shaped jacket... that looked truly bad. I hi-taled it out of that store... and went back to collect children... I know my place. Ho-hum.

I will be on damage patrol control tomorrow when I am out and about doing my errands... inbetween the work day...I may try a different colour for a good result.

She calls

06:00 hrs.

MA MA!!.............pause. MA MA !!..............pause....

Coming.

Why is it this little blondie can get up and take herself for a roam about the home through the darkness of night... and yet with a hint of light in the early am... she yells like a french poodle with a bad hair cut?

I walk into her bedroom.

"Oh, hi... I was just calling to see if you were awake... I am glad you are... because I need to go the bathroom"... as she brushes past me. "It's good to see you awake Ma Ma"...

My eyes then focus on a pink mass of clothing that is sitting on her floor. The girl reads my thoughts....

"Oh, and Ma Ma the Hello's (hello kitty PJ's) were getting me all too hot in the night, so I found my slipperies (a satiny spaghetti strap slip) to put on, and I am nice and cool now".

I tuck her back into bed, and continued on to the kitchen to torment my Mr. Husbandman with a pot of coffee... which he is still not part-taking in the morning coffee ritual.

Ma Ma!! Ma Ma!!.... she calls as she walks down the hall. "What is going on here... I am done sleeping now, I have my blanket.. and I am going to watch some shows... will you tuck me in Ma Ma..."? She walks into the den.

I follow the french poodle with the blue slipperies and tuck her in. Her beautiful blondness smiles at me... and that is my cue that I am excused from her presence.

Ma Ma !!!! ............. Ma Ma............ she comes back to find me after a while. "I'm hungry"

After some negotiations and discussion she agrees amongst herself that this mornings fare will be smoked salmon creamcheese set upon open faced cheese ritz crackers... on her favourite plate, but any plate will do.... she instructs.

"Thank you Ma Ma"... as she takes herself back to the den.

The plate of food is delivered, and the blankets around her are snuggly set into place. She's all smiles... "OOOH, thank-you Ma Ma............"

It's 6:37 hrs. All is well....

Oh Darn..

One more thing... I forgot to mention ... how much I look like my picture today. My hair is a mass of rainbow colours of brown, and I am still wearing my green sweater... and I had my brightest shade of lipstick on today. So, on that note... I must get my act together and colour this badly shaded head of hair, go shopping for some new clothes, and the lips can remain the same... I've just bought a fresh tube of Revlon Colourstay.. which is just the coolest of lipsticks around. Really.

And in other disorganized thoughts....

Do I go to a place of higher learning... or do I do self-paced home version of higher learning... but on the otherhand.. I am on the cusp of trying to do some creating... so it's all amuck at the moment... but, just thought I would throw it out there.. to be documented.

let me sing a song...

John Couger-Mellencamp knew what he was singing about when he came up with the lovely lyrics of "the walls come tumblin down, come crumblin and tumblin...."... or something like that.

That is what has happened here. Right now. Or so it appears by my Miss Fusspot, and just prior to that it was the boy... sitting on my knee... learning tales that will last him a life time, at least I hope it will.

My house is still intact... it's the smaller versions of me that are crumbling around the gills... and I am trying to steady them as best I can.

Miss Carnivore-princess Fusspot is very unhappy that her "meat" is burnt. I guess it's a little dark... but it was left overs from last night... but then I managed to spill a little ceasar salad dressing in her rice... and that put the girl over the edge. She did however do justice on her great number of carrots. Now she's pissed that the boys have gone to the ball field... and she wasn't invited. She doesn't play ball, (or with balls, now that soccer is over)... but she's pissed all the same. She was demanding that she be included in the baseball practicing festivities...I then broke it to my little blondy... all those boys are doing is going to a big empty field.... there is nothing to look at, nor anything to do.. it's best you stay home with your warm stuffed animals and cat collection... I could tell by her smirk that there was a glimmer of hope that I would live another day. On that very thought... she heard the sounds of the Berenstein Bears trailing from down the hallway... and in a flash she was gone. Yes, that's one broken heart alright.

The boy on the otherhand is having a bit of a learning curve... as he usually does... which I am thankful for. He is forgetting who is in charge, and most importantly.. who makes the rules. I asked him the standard question of who is in charge... and when he is on his learning curve.. he mistakenly says "he is". WRONG ANSWER BOY!!!!!! Then after some hissing and growling .... by the two of us... he then sets in on his clean-up the "grounding" issue that he has for the next while. He slightly pissed me off the other day... because of the way he acted... so... that was it.. computer and Ps2 gone. GONE. And.. I did let him keep the TV privileges because... if he didn't get it right with losing the other two.. he would certainly figure it out once he had lost the TV... and he loves his certain shows... Then of course... he comes back at me with the "oh... yes, you really love me when you take everything away from me...." Me... being as evil as he claims me to be.. continues on with the standard..."OH, youngson... if I were to give you those privileges back, you would learn nothing in life.. if anything you will understand how important it is to be able to conduct yourself in a decent manner ... at all times".

And now.. after dealing with all of those acadamy award performances.. I only wish I could sip on a Smirnoff Ice... but I will not... because I am thinking that somehow my head does not like those things...(((weep, weep, weep)))... they give me wicked headaches..... perhaps I am not drinking enough... of them.

The courage to create

I have a list. It's long. I've yet to prepare.. but when I do... I think it might even have a hint of excitement in it. I'm hoping.

I am truely in trouble. I have to plan a three month calendar before tomorrow morning.. so far I have done well. I have all of the dates recorded on a piece of paper, and a picture that I know that I can download... but haven't quite done that yet.

My people will be waiting with baited breathe... to view how they will be spending the next 11 or 14 or however many Mondays there are until the end of June together. I have to put together a delightful list of activities that we will "engage" in. This includes no crafts... these people do not do crafts.. we aren't a craft worthy bunch... I have tried to trick people into crafts..... just by the mere mention of the "c" word.. people run screaming!

Although... I have managed to get them to decorate a gingerbread house.... and it was so much fun to watch everybody locked in their chairs, arms crossed, legs crossed... and with a scowl smearing their faces for added benefit, and growling about the christmas tunes that I put on the CD..... and yet... like the flower that unfurls in the warmth of the morning sun.... my little group warmed up to the idea... and talked and laughed and reminisced and shared stories and ate candy. The gingerbread house looked like shit... but what was doomed as a mission impossible became mission accomplished.

I have even done art lessons.... and talk about seeing people freak about not being able to draw.... and as I said to them..."you may see paper and pens and think drawing... but this is an exercise in the art of expression". The group carried on to draw their hearts out... and then gutted themselves with laughter. All this in a days work.

But... in the meantime... I have some ideas bouncing around the cobwebs of my brain... and tomorrow will be the day of reckoning... what will I put on that piece of paper that will spell out our days together...... ??? I am frightened to see what I come up with... I will have to wait and see....

A long day.

On Saturdays I work a long day... so that means that I am generally gone from the house at 6:30 AM, and do not return to the homestead until 7:30 PM. Lots of things can go on during that time. Today was one of them. (Yesterday now).

As I was making my way into the disastrous but on-its-way-to-be-beautiful laundry room.. I spied with my little eyes... some plans. AH HA!!! I exclaim.... which makes the Mr. Planmakinghusbandman come lead-footed in my direction... and it wasn't for a hug... rather more of a "shove"... as he clammered for his SECRET PLANS. The secret plans have been lifted from viewing eyes... and have found a secret spot to reside in... but one thing... they better not be so secret that the Mr. Planmaker forgets where his secret plans are.

Must go and begin my heavy duty searching.

A string of things...

Well... after work today.. it was quite lucky that the girl and I made it out for a STAT-LIKE walk to the school down the road... no, the school that is nice and new, with parking that makes sense... but don't get caught in the backlog at 3:00!!! Anyways... it's pouring out now... but that's OK.. because I can't do any yard clean-up until Tuesday. So, RAIN GODS hear me loudly... pour, pour, pour... all of tomorrow.. because I will be busy with the group.... but please, come Tuesday... I would like to make my wheel barrow and myself be as one.

The boy is practicing his piano right now.. but of course he has that little indignation attitude that comes with his piano hands. Being good is hard. I wonder how Elton managed.... well.. as always, I have had to come up with an answer as flippant as the one I am receiving at this moment... "Continue to be rude, and you will continue to lose privilages"... and sadly enough.. I am true to my word. So far he has lost his playstation 2, and the computer... only because he was a bit rude. A child yes, but a beast no.... only sometimes.. and I can't have that!

Mr. Husbandman .... can not participate in any of the parenting procedures.. he is too busy with his building of a 3D castle....he makes me chuckle... as the boy and I bicker about his piano learning... Mr. Husbandman keeps his head down at a steady level.. and his hands busy. He is smart. I, on the otherhand have gone crazy... dealing with "an-answer-for-everything-son!". But, as I sit and type and tell stories... the boy continues to tell stories with his fingers in a musical fashion... all is well.

As for dinnertime on a Sunday evening... Pip opens up the fridge... "Hey... what's with that plate of meat in the their... doesn't everyone know that I like meat... who's cooking that meat in this house tonight?".... looks like Mr. Puzzlemaker will have to momentarily stop the puzzle process.. and cook up some "meat" for his carnivore daughter.

My string of stories has to stop... I am now on bucket patrol.. for the boy.. the chiropractor man told him to soak his feet... and he has asked me to do that everynight faithfully at 10:00... and guess what my answer has been so far. Oddly enough the answer to that question has just changed....it's 6:30 PM.

Russ the Rock Tumbler. 

Oh thank you son.

Today immediately after school we had to zip across town to pick up the boys orthotics. The sad thing is... we do not zip anywhere in this little city at 3:00 in the afternoon... because everyone else is out there zipping around. So, with all the zippers filling the streets we made it to our destination in OK timing... but that is not the exciting part...the exciting part is the fact that I used my Mastercard to pay for the freaking expensive lovely pieces of foam that will correct the boys pivoting ankles... and the best part... I collected AIRMILES!!! That has become my sole mission for the next year... The collector of AIRMILES. Now all going well... we will be able to use them!

In other non-interesting news....

The girl is just psyched to go out on the trampoline and jump with her favourite big bear.... it's pitch black out right now, being 9:17 PM. She has also invited the silly little fraidycat catdog to join her in the darkness... so they can jump in fear together.... oh surprise... she is back..... but all a flitter with excitement at the thought that perhaps she could go out there... I will want her to continue to be afraid of the dark... especially if she keeps growing taller and blonder.... yes, that would make her mother very happy!

The Little Pipster has also just told me tales of loose teeth and recovered lost watches... all too blond to begin to translate for the regular reading public.... part of it goes: the wanting to please at every moment ever studious little friend from across the street, and the Pip were busy trying to pull teeth out of their heads last week... to make money. OK, this just scares me. Now I'm just frightened being in the dark....

And a nice tale... today would have been my Dad's birthday... if he was here, but he isn't.... but pieces of him are here... like the rocks that he tumbled and tumbled and tumbled... for years. The Pipster found them at my parents home.. and brought them home with the excitement of discovering lost treasure... and really it is. For years I would make my way over to my parents.. and you would hear this rolling and thundering come from Russ's RUM shack... which was his rebuilt super drummed rock tumbler churning about. I only ever got to hear of the goings on... but never got to witness some of his finery..... and now I have four super soft rocks lined up on this computer desk... thanks Russ!!

You have to love this...

How's this... ABBA. .... "Take a chance on me."

Does that not take you back a day or two? Try just owning ABBA Gold.... that will send you running screaming for the hair colour now wont it?

Ba ba ba ba ba ba.... ba ba ba... take a chance take a chance....

It's such a zippy little song.

This time yesterday...

The phone started ringing yesterday... at this exact time. It was the school calling. The school doesn't call... but my boy does. As usual yesterdays call was of weency incidence, but I was not prepared to stand and debate the fact with Mr. Handsome son. As I found out last week my boy has no shock absorption... he just manages to get through life by pivoting with every step he takes. (Then his ankles roll over on him... which I guess is painful or something...) Yesterdays call was that very case. Now, I really do like my boy... he's a good guy... but I would have really looked the part of the fool if I had refused to take him home... which is what I really wanted to do. "Your ankle might hurt... but your mind doesn't... now go back to class...." I tried to reason with him.... "It's a long walk back to class" he says... "You're right... but it's a longer walk through Costco..." I tell him... so, guess who came with me! It's just as well... if I would have left him in class he would have hobbled around all uselessly... and probably done some real damage.. this way, we wondered through Costco.. with me saying to him... STOP LIMPING. He is still alive today... oh lucky him.

My Pip.

I have this girl. She scares me. In many ways. Enough said, this should be the end of the story... many girls scare their mothers... but she really scares me.

She has a new found love... the trampoline.. right now it's here favourite friend. But then again competing for her love and affection is the net, that surrounds the trampoline... because it certainly beckons to her, all the time. She almost spends as much time clung to the net, than she does in mid-air.

I am hoping she finds her feet soon... otherwise I will have to invest in a little Rumpelstiltskin to visit me on a daily basis... because I am going to need a lot of spinning going on to keep this net intact.

Although for a time.. I did witness her jump while she hummed the tune of the Blue Danube Waltz... so things are looking up for little lady Pipster..!

it's arrived!

I've gone plastic. From now until.... however long it takes.. all of my purchases will be a plastic purchase. Of course I am hoping that I remember that I have made plastic purchases.. and pay the plastic purchase pursuers on time to prevent the plastic premiums that come with plastic purchases. The only thing that I am looking forward to this plethora of plastic pleasure is the plentiful airmiles, which will pile up... perhaps....

Currently

I had a dream last night that I was driving in my 15 year old SUV along the highway next to a river, and black bears were waving at me.... (they had the look and shape of black bears, but of course the Berenstein Bears voice overs were shouting at me). "Hey Deanna.. when are you coming back with your binoculars and cameras...?" I believe that I am missing my not-so-bad-habit that I got myself into last summer. Immensely. Although.. I am quite elated that now on Wednesday nights when the boy goes to piano, I can keep going in the same direction... and I can head down to the "place" where the bears hang out.... I am very excited about my first sighting of the lovely beasts. I think that's why I had a dream about them.

In other current events that are truely not important... but must share....

I have noticed that we have four stolen soccer balls in our yard. Well stolen kind of.. Cicely the now dead german shepherd had amassed a number of "snowballs" that fell from the sky, (soccerballs kicked over the fence, and into her waiting jaws) from the boys on either side of us.. but I didn't know that she got to the grand total of four... good goin' ole girl... your silly catdog sister has enjoyed playing catdog games with them.

I need to come up with a calendar of activities and adventures for my Stroke Club to do for the next 3 months.. although yesterday at the casino... the girl referred to us the "the stork club".... that would have been good if we had all been a bunch of pregnant people, or people with big noses, or people that had obsessions with pink and blue bankets, or carried dolls, or stole babies, although if we were that.. I don't think we would be living it up aimlessly inside casinos. All the same.. I have to do some good planning for my people that meet each week.. I have already come up with an idea about our next trip to "the casino".... we're sticking close to home

Speaking of sons...

That boy of mine, I am never quite sure what mood he will wake up in. It is pretty much predictable that he is in a good mood, but he has a spectrum of busy-ness that he wakes up with. Apparantley this morning it was his wake up and get to work mood... and that meant that all people in the home were to conduct themselves in a similar fashion... or so he thought. Little Miss Pokeyfusspot of course had different ideas, as she usually does. I could tell there were issues when his hands started to move when he talked... dictating the details of the day to me, and his sister. "Calm your jets bigshot... go dunk your head of unmanageable hair in the bathroom sink and breathe easily"... I said to Mr. All-business-son. He managed to do exactly that, then proceeded to find the sister who was happily munching on her "Peanutbutter and Jam, with no Jam and no Jelly" toast, and watching her favourite wake-up and shine show... "Clifford".... once again.. I heard him demanding to eat up that toast and start moving... he wasn't going to be late again.. not one more time.... because of a late eating toast with no jam sister. Meanwhile, as I was busily dodging the boy and all his rules in this vast 1365 square foot rancher.... I was trying to make lunches... luckily the rain had not hit... and then an idea hit him.. "Hey.. can I go jump on that trampoline ...?" he asks.. "Oh please, favourite son, by all means... go, jump be free.. go make some rules for the trees that hang above you.. leave me and your sister alone for 5 minutes".... I mutter. I then quickly go and get that girl from away from the television, look at her plate of crusts.. and then my eyeballs almost burst from my head.. "Ok missy.. we have to move quickly.. we can't have that boy breathing down our necks when he gets back... we could be in big trouble".... He seems to have aged to beyond reason since the "red belt" has arrived from Tae Kwon Do... not a bad thing, but a rather huge hassle in the morning. He has been told that the red belt.. is extremely dangerous.. true, in a "let's get our act together" sort of way. So, for a while I will let my 10 year old extremely dangerous son bark some new rules throughout the house... just to see how it all works. But if our bedtimes switch, then I am really going to have something to say about it.

Sun please come back

The renovations can not begin until I do my part. That part can not take place until it quits raining. To be honest it has quit raining, but that has been at the most inopportune time... from 10 PM to 7 AM... I have limits... I just don't clear away 20 wheelbarrel loads of brush and stuff in the middle of the night.. I have to put my foot down on that one.

I believe someone somewhere is having a little fun with me... so, jokes over, knock it off. I have things to do... and if that sun doesn't make it's way back to me... and in a timely manner... there will be another nutcase in the world... because this renovation thing doesn't happen until the trees are gone.. it's similar to a series of fortunate events as to how a laundry room gets renovated because trees fall down.

Mr. Renovater-husbandman has a masterplan... somewhere in his silent thoughts. Now here's a piece of knowledge.. I gave the man an Allan-Key the other day... an it was like opening up a pandora's box... he never shut up... he just kept tinkering... (as he put together the patio furniture... )..AND, he kept talking... I couldn't get away from him.... I almost got a tape recorder so I could listen to his thoughts on another occasion ... just in case I needed him to speak again, and he didn't.... so.. now I know the way to his brain, give him an Allan-key. Well, actually... an Allan-key isn't enough... he's a man that likes power tools.. the more the better... but the Allan-key was a start... so it better quit freaking raining so that I can get trees cut down, so he can rebuild a laundry room... which leads to a new deck out back, plus one kitchen... Mr. Husbandman should be quite the chatterbox for the next number of months!

~~~oh, and the trees are way over in the backyard to the left of where the laundry room is.. just so it all makes complete sense...!~~~~~HA!

Nice, really nice.

Today went well. Well until we got back to the centre, and dropped EVERYONE off the bus.. including the two ladies that needed a ride home. When I exited the bus, I felt safe and sound, the two ladies that were on the bus would be escorted home to safety... and all the other people that were getting off the bus had people there to collect them..... but when my back was turned, and gone... I found out that the bus made the ladies get off the bus... one of which that is a little confused on a good day.. but she can manage to participate in my group with some assistance. Thankfully there were people around that got them home safe and sound.... and I thought that the day had gone off without a hitch. Damn.

i'm off.

I'm off to take my group to the casino. I am very nervous. I have been on this trip before, but with a number of new people. I haven't quite decided what to say to my one lady who has expressive aphasia... and for lack of better wording, when she gets excited.. she also yells. She yells things like... "Fucking right on".... LOUDLY. So I haven't quite figured out what I am going to say to her if she starts yelling up a storm... I can't really tell her to zip it...because she has very few words that actually come out.. unfortunately.. this is one of them. also she is directionaly challenged... so I will have to keep on eagle eye on her.

On the otherside of me will be my lovely new lady that can't find her way out of a paper bag also, she will be sitting on the other side of me. The success of this day today will be if I come home with the same amount of people that I am starting with. It's really going to piss me off if I lose someone, or they get broken while we are out.

Now, if I can only pick the winning slot machine for me and my 5 dollars. woo-hoo.

Taking it down a notch:

I have to go to work... it's just part of what I do on this planet that shines with life. I am not at work all the time.. in fact.. I like to go very little, unlike many of the other millions.... except my friend Rita... I ran into her the other day.. after I was done hiding out at the library on the computer while saving myself from hundreds of books and pieces of knowledge as I waited for the brokenback to be done with physio. I quite like Rita, she spreads good cheer and an interesting way of life.. and thankfully she did it right in front of Mr. Husbandmans ears. She doesn't work.... because her husband says... "Don't if you don't want to"... hmmmm ... tap tap tap.. I would really have to think a moment about that one. But then she goes on.... " we are renovating our house, well actually it's the gym in the basement that we are renovating.... because the house was only built 2 years ago... it's not too much... we have a guy coming in a couple of weeks to finish it off..." .. (Mr. Husbandman listens very quietly...).... Me, being me, continues to ask tons of questions.... and then I find out... she stopped bringing her young boys hot lunches at school everyday... because it was starting to interfere with her gym time, and her lunches out, and her coffee with friends. I turn to Mr. Husbandman.... see... she barely has time to see friends..."I must stop working immediately"... I say to him... (He continues to stand very quietly... with no response)... and then you know.... I begin to wonder... we just spent a very pretty chunk of change buying this hard working silent man new glasses... and I believe it was the wrong thing to do.... we should have gotten him hearing aids... because he clearly missed what I was telling him the other day... because I went to work this weekend once again. DAMN.

And in other useless tales.... another friend writes to me.. and asks me whats been going on... so this is what I write back.... because I am pressed for time at this moment.. I will cheat and pass this along.. because I have to make my way outside before the rain clouds open up again..
hey,
Life is regular... I like regular. Regular doesn't have to be shocking, and the only shocking things that regular life brings is the stuff that you buy at the mall, and I like the mall.

It's been an interesting number of months with lots of changes... let me see, to save your eardrums from pounding I will do a quick recap. November:Ellpee had a near death experience, and spent many days in the vet ((($$$$cha-ching$$$$)))) and many weeks living in a cage.. so she could recover from a back injury, that was into the first week of December. As always Christmas is busy, just because. My Dad who has been in ill health for two years was starting to make a rapid decline (STRESS!), then I got some very nasty infection.. which left my right arm with numbness, tingling & pain for a couple weeks after. My Dad was continuely failing, and there was lots and nothing to do all at the same time.Third week into January our beloved Ms. Evil Queen Cicely up and died. The following week my Dad passed away (Feb 2). Two weeks after that, I went for a test because of the numbness and tingling, and those damn xray people found "something" very suspicious on the xray... and then I had to wait a whole week before I got test results back from that... I think the moment that we found that hopefully this spot is absolutely ok Mr. Husbandman and his back gave out.(first week of March).. that bulging disk thing that renders him useless and flat on his back, or sideways.. so that was difficult watching him. Now it is April...and the daylight hours have sprung ahead.. and I am very much interested into springing into a new timezone.. and hopefully leaving all that darkness behind.

We have bought a trampoline... you know..to spice up the possibilities for injuries on the homeland.. and Julianne has taken to riding her scooter in the homestead... because the distance is so great between rooms... the boy will be getting braces in May, Ellpee is still alive (whatever this back issue is... it can be her demise)... although Rod's back injury will not be his demise... it will just give him pain... I will be his demise.... if the girl doesn't quit cutting her hair, she will have short blond hair, instead of long blond hair. I am of course the same....bad humour, bad tempered and long winded and stupid hair. There... now I have nothing to talk about at the gillnetter... not that I would talk about that...I have new and exciting things to talk about.. even if I would have to make them up.

On the work front... I am still at the hospital, will be forever.. and I am still going at it with the stroke group.. although I believe that they think I'm an idiot... but they still like me.. and I like them... so it's all good REALLY!

Hope you are enjoying the break in the rain.... I am ... I am watching it shine through my windows!!!... No,... I am going outside now.. I got home from work a while ago...and Mr. Husband has the house all clean and tidy like he always does on the weekends....see, I shouldn't complain about my weekend job.. at least I have a housekeeper around while I am out making chunks of change disguised as a paycheque... and that note ... HA... talk to you soon, D.

OH, and about going out:
Usually most nights are good, although I am addicted to survivor, and our VCR doesn't work. Graham does play baseball, and piano lessons, plus J's got gymnastics and there's always something happening... but we can work out schedules..I mean this is the gillnetter we are talking about!

What the heck am I doing here...

I am hiding out in the library.. right now.

I have a bit of an issue....I feared the fiction book section, and didn't want to start on the magazine selections, and the non-fiction aisles had a standing room only, plus a line-up; the paperback racks were a bit too ear-pearcing with that squealing metal on metal high intensity sound; and the reference material was thick with people double checking references. The DVD's were a popular bit, and the PC's were processing... and the people that live here on a daily basis were busy taking up residence next to their favourite windows. The children's section was full of noise and worms crawling all about...I had no where left to go... other than here... to my little place in space... and wait for Mr. Physiowillfixthebrokenback husband..... because we are out in public doing adult things that we do once every five weeks.. together.

And on more useless issues.... my cellphone keeps ringing... in the library... and it never rings... only when my sister calls me from my house, so I can go back to visit her! Must go... this library place is geting annoyed with my bleeping phone!

STAY!

He is worse than trying to teach a silly dog... a new trick. Our silly dog doesn't do tricks.. ever. She is the basic German Shepherd model with no fancy upgrades or accessories to her name. She lives it through and through. Although.. she has been known to shake a paw for her dinner, then forgets that we told her she can have it, then runs to us, to check if it's Ok to go ahead with the dinner eating same dogfood everyday extravaganza meal... and we excitedly nod our heads back and forth .. go and get it... you'll like it.... you have had the same thing to eat for the past seven years... you silly little dog.... and this is where she dives in, grabs a mouthful, then spits them out and eats them off the floor. Ahhh... it's the floor dirt that gives her mundane food the real spice... I get this now... but I'm not here to talk about her.

It's Mr. Tiredman-that-sleeps/snores-in-the-den.... until.... I want to go to bed that I really wanted to talk about. So I am trying to work on some programming here with the guy.. I just want him to fall good and asleep... until late into the morning, and then come to our bedroom... because don't we all know.. I should be asleep.... good and asleep... where him and his snoring can't bug me. LIKE IT IS NOW!!!! Which is the reason I have shut the den door, left the TV on, not turned out the kitchen light, and have not left this space... because the second I do.. he will wake up... and go to bed.. and begin the snoring process all over again... so I am trying to train him in the methods of STAY!

Ah.. crap.... see the mere thought of making him stay.. woke him up. I'm forever doomed.

D.I.@D.

That's the code for "drop-in @ deanna's". I didn't even know the code, until moments ago... when I came up with it. But.... that is what happened to me today, and yesterday... and the day before that.

I especially like it when my cell phone rings, and it's my house calling me... and the only one there is supposed to be the silly scaredy-catdog.. and she only breaks lamps and runs around with apples and bits of cardboard in her mouth... telephone calls are not her gig... although the sis had stopped by, and calls me to come back to my house to visit her, I tell her to clean my kitchen while she waits for me... as I walk home with my friend the cop and listen to all his Vancouver Cop Stories..

Today once again.. I had a drop-in.

Pausing here.... "oh thank you raincloud God's for saving me with your shower power.... because that got me home in the knick of time to tidy the "morning mess" that occurs in a blur throughout the morning, and without me knowing".

All true, all the time... yes it is... for some peculiar reason I was struck to clean the kitchen.. and tidy up the village.. and I wasn't certain there was a reason attached to it.. I even had coffee made.. and cream to put in it....truely a hostest with the mostest... for no reason at all. I could feel the "Goal God's getting all Gung-ho"... until someone knocked on my front door. And that ended that..... at least I had clean space for my friend to enter into..~~~~pa ping~~~ miracles of miracles... for 0900 in the morning.

And.. in other useless tales...

My Pipster has taken to needing to ride a scooter to get around our homestead.. all 1365 square feet of it... I like the way she rides around the table... and then scooters into the den, then sails back out through the kitchen.. and then down into the hallway. She hasn't started four wheeling in the livingroom yet.. where the real ugly carpeting-that-needs-to-be-replaced-after-the-laundryroom-gets-done resides. But I can't talk about that right now.. I still have trees in my backyard... and the laundryroom doesn't get done until trees are taken down in the backyard... now I am not too sure how big this laundry room renovation is going to be.. in fact I am starting to feel a weency bit nervous.

OH, and my feet have grown. Yes, after 27 1/2 years ( it's polite to believe the tales you read)... the size 8 shoe that was guaranteed a fit everytime.. is no longer a foolproof guarantee. I tried buying runners today... but I wasn't happy with the colours that "are happening" this spring. I want no colour this spring.. how selfish is that..? Colourless spring runners... sounds more like a moon boot really. I

This is how Fussy got her name.. look at this little Princess, which has now turned into the Princess Pipster Fusspot.. which is now her new name...but this is how it all started... endless hours of this to deal with... all the time... Our Little Fuss... now she has grown into Our Big Fuss....but I'll save that pic for another day. 

At this moment.

I am debating a glass of Tropicana Twister, or some wine. Now I know that my wine loving friends will think I am nuts... there is never a debate.. about wine. But... really, it's a question of how badly would I like to read my book tonight... if I have the fruity tooty sweet chugging out in the sun drink.. I will be able to open up my fresh from the library book.... but if I have the single glass of wine that I would like to just sip on... I will be asleep shortly.. probably before I finish this post. OH... what's that I am thinking.. a challenge... and a fun one! I'm off for a glass of clear adult refreshment.

And among other things at this moment.... I am eyeing my computer very suspiciously. GET THAT COMPUTER. I am on to this thing... it just sits here all content and looking the same every day that I arrive in it's face... but... I know it's up to something.. I can feel that in my bones. I have analyzed and scanned and updated.... but something has taken hold of it's little virtual mind and has begun overpower it. If it doesn't play nicely ... it will be quickly dismantled and taken to places where they show great concern over these types of issues.

Oh, and other fun things.... my Nikkon 5100 will soon be in my cold little hands.... I just love Income Tax Season.... it's Christmas all over again!

And to end a beautiful spring day here on the west coast... I just talked the Pipster down from demanding that she required something NOW. I am not sure what "it" was exactly that she needed, but the sweetness is filled with niceness once again... so it's safe to live under this roof at this moment in time. Life becomes very interesting with a seven year old Pipster when she decides that something is so ..... like staying up to watch the season finale of "the amazing race". When it came to be the magical bedtime she continued on her persistant and rational self and just kept pointing out that she was not going to bed .... over and over again. So, after 15 minutes of "whatever"... I got her blanket... that she has had since a baby, and her new kitten blanket, and found the person that "told her" she could stay up to watch it with him... not even thinking that it was on a school night... and she happily skipped next to him, curled up and watched the show. At 10:00 I decided it was late enough for a Pipster to be awake for... and off I went, gathered her blankets, pointed her in the direction of her bedroom... and off she went, my sweet blond headed zombie princess.

Gimball walker.

Thanks to technology I got to witness the presentation of my sons foot/feet as they hit the ground every time he takes a step. Now I know why he falls over alot. ALOT! I thought it was because his 10 year old frame was attached to someone that has a 12 year old frame, and he just didn't know how to use it. Not the case. This boy actually pivots on those feet rather than using them for any form of shock absorption, hence the chronic sore left ankle he has owned for over 4 years. (He sprained it from falling ...).

Which makes me think of my boy in Tae Kwon Do. I have watched this boy for way too many years in his interestingly coordinated state... and have thought to myself... he looks awkward. Which always raised the question... he can't seem to stand comfortably on his own two feet??... Then my eyes would glance around the room where the other wild children were kicking and "hutt-ing" everywhere... and they were able to be all sure footed and gazelle like... and then there was my sweet giraffe son. Giraffes don't act all sure footed.... they are tentative creatures, with beautiful eyes. Hmmm..... I see a similarity. Well, this Friday the boy is going to test for his red belt... I am not sure how he is going to fare... he's going with all the other gazelles in the class to his one giraffe.. he is going to look so unready...my gimball walker giraffe son. (Gimball... because pinballs spring and twing off things in the machine.. and I can't use the name pinball.. because that's already taken...).

Planning ahead.

I am not a person that does things..until they absolutely have to be done... that's just not my style..... because that would mean that I was skillfull and organized, or weird. But, things will change for the next time around .... when it's spring break. Here, for you easy viewing I will create my loviest of lists.. that I just love to create!

1. I have already ordered my super XXL ear plugs for long lasting comfortable day wear already.
2. I will have three whistles around my neck at all times.. one for... "back off, you are irritating me", another for calling someone to attention rather than using their actual name that they are immune to anyway, and the third will be "That's it, I've had it.. run for your own personal safety".
3. I will also be purchasing a fog horn/ blow horn.... certainly that will speed up the process of getting people out of the house, when I tell him that we're ready to go.. no wait.. I will purchase that speciality item now...
4. I will place post it notes at eye level locations with hints such as "Your mother is not deaf, but you are making a good attempt at making her crazy, please do not yell at her"..... just to keep them informed of my current health status.
5. All of the plates and cups will be locked in the cupboards, with the exception of one cup and plate for each of them. I was thinking of tieing the cups and plates to strings that extended from the kitchen sink, but I am sure they would just strangle me with it anyway. The first method will be much safer.. for me anyway. Who knows what they will do with their milk glasses after a day of sitting in the den.
6. For the whole week their shoes will be glues to their socks, which will expedite the exiting process of the home.
7. The boy will have braces by then, so I will be making an orthodontic appointment prior to the week of spring break, because then the nice tooth straightening Dr. can accidently put some extra bands on his upper and lower teeth with only enough room to open up for a straw to go through. He will be on a diet, to aid him with his excessive talking that he suffers from.
8. I am going to buy a girl her very own, super soft pink muff to prance around with. That way her hands will be held together and not flying off hitting her brother with the whole week, unless of course the pink muff hits him, but that's OK, because it's not everyday you get hit with a pink muff!
9. Will add chicken wire to the netting around the trampoline.. with one child still on the inside... that will improve outings on any given day by about 130%, since I will be going solo with the chicklets, while one stays home and bounces.... I will start thinking about the menu for the afternoon of trampoline frolicking now....
10. I will go on a cruise to Alaska. On Spring Break. They will have so much fun without me... I just can't wait!

psst...pssst.

Hey you... ya you... can I interest you in a "hamdog"? That would be the newfangled version of the hotdog with a new improved version of fresh hamburger buns stepping up to the plate, because there are no hotdog buns around... and bread just doesn't cut it.

That was on the short order cooks menu tonight... at my mother's house. This woman had whipped together hamdogs and fries so fast... my head was spinning. I would have been still figuring out where the hotdogs were actually located in my rambling 1365 square foot rancher... let alone put it all together... and the best part... the oven was just smoking up a storm... but of course do the fries come out burnt.. . not a chance. I should have been taking notes...

A Toast..

There is such graciousness passed along in a toast. The recipient of the toast just stands, and is admired, and lavished with gushing thoughts and well wishes. I on the other hand, will be creating some toast for breakfast, and thinking happy thoughts as I crunch away with my cheese and jam on top of it.

And onwards to the day I go.... two children and one trampoline. I have to go and find my whistle.

Big News

Pippy just told me she hates Easter.... and then ran screaming to her room.

I had to investigate the situation. The boy then tells me that she found everything, and then wanted more. She wanted more fun and more chocolate with better hiding places. This Easter was no fun, she even hates her supersoft Easter Bunny, and decided to give it back to me. What a sweet little girl she is... so sweet that she doesn't need any of the chocolate eggs that she found a while ago, so I will go hide them once again, from her, in a cupboard... far far away from the supersweet princess pipster.

That lasted long... a separation between her and her chocolate... she is already back.. and opening her esther the hollow chocolate chicken.

I'm broken..

With the onset of advanced age by the 10 year old son... he has broken me this SpringBreak. Mission Accomplished, oh thank you dear son. It is too bad when he was born that the Big Guy decided that this boy should have no ears... because they would come in handy somewhere around NOW. I have often wondered what those itty bitty holes were, but from what I have witnessed the last week, they are not good for anything. It was only a trick.

Over the last half an hour I have witnessed the biggest non-event in my mothering history.. which is all of 10 years. The Mr. Saturdayworkingman said to the boy (to his face), wash your hair while you are in shower... the boy does exactly not as he is told and comes back, clean body with messy hair. The typical response from my aging son... "I didn't hear him"... So I say to him... figure out a way to wash you hair.

Then the kitchen sink episode occurs.. as he refused to go back in the shower. He stood at the sink, bent over and waited for me to wash his hair. Now, on a good day... if he had clearly been a good hearted listening fool, and I wanted his hair clean for whatever obsessive reason.. I would have stood at the sink and quickly washed his hair, because I like my boy. As the water flew, and counters got drenched, and the only thing that was foaming was the steam coming from his ears, as he stood there waiting for the clean hair fairy to arrive, I waited for him to embrace the moment, and venture out on his own.. and waited and waited... but then as it was.. he flitted around the table claiming he didn't hear what was said to his face... he was on is own. AND, nothing would be happening until the hair was washed.. (failing to mention here.... he has been through the shower a couple of times this past week, and we had been to the beach where sand had landed on his head, and was still there yesterday after his attempt at washing his hair...). So after much huffing and puffing, and almost breaking our little house down, the sweet young earless boy managed to wash his hair... now he is a tall squeaking clean sweet boy once again.. I so like my son. I'm off to go hug him about 10 times or so....I jus can't wait for what the girl has in store for me today... as I am already broken..!

I am a snake.

I have hissed way way too much today.... at my lovely not so little chicklets.

Holy. Freaking. Cow.... did I ever hiss at them.

The boy was much more deserving of my hisses than the girl .... perhaps it was because we were at "the mall"... and he doesn't do malls. She was just happy to be in the place surrounded by all things girl and a food fair. She in fact is my wallets worst nightmare.

I tried desperately to get the little bastard (he really was acting that way....really!) to agree to a 120.00 pair of runners, so I could get a pair at 1/2 price. It was screaming DEAL DEAL DEAL at me, and I so wanted a new pair of runners, because my foot was just plain killing me.... but he would not have it. So, we left empty handed... with him following behind us, with his eyebrows furrowed and glued together.

Well, now I am off.. I have cleaned up the broken porcelain lamp that the dog broke while we were out... she just doesn't get "play toys"... and off to the boys baseball practice.

I like him again... and I have finally quit hissing.

plicksnop

An actual word, to an actual sound, for an actual game... that I made up. That's the sound of a Pringle's container when you plick (put) the lid on, then push (snop) it off again. The dog can even do it. The sound doesn't even scare her, and she seems most happy when she is plicksnopping, as she seems to do it over and over again... with the aid of human assistance with the plicking of the lid.

The children are no longer screaming at one another for reasons of COMPLETE INABILITY TO RELATE WITH THE HUMAN RACE, but rather because of the PLICKSNOP ATTACKS.

I will be going to get another six pack of Pringles tomorrow, after all it is only DAY 4 of Spring Break... I have to make it to the end without slicing...except cucumbers and tomatoes!

Big, little and the things inbetween.

Day 2 of Spring Break... I'm still alive. Although I have yelled a couple of times already that there is "no fighting'' at spring break.. I believe that they understand this, but I am certain they are having processing difficulties at present, trying to master this task. The boy did understand quite clearly thought that he needed to have a clean room in order for any trampolines to be purchased. The Pipster was clear on the same fact, but quickly came back with the response that she was frightened of spiders and could not possibly attempt any feats of magic today. Her brother is going to have so much fun jumping on the trampoline without ever having to give her a turn. I did managed to get her to dust out the den earlier today.. and all was going well, until she found a spider. That's when I got out the big guns... and powered up the vacuum cleaner... and told her to keep going.

Before we even attempted going out today I managed to clean windows and kitchens... quite remarkable.. because this is me I am writing about.

We went to Fort Langley today.. and because I am highly impatient, and all about "we have legs, and we can use them".. I made them walk on the Albion Ferry that only takes 22 cars every 15 minutes, (and there's about 22 cars that would pass through "the future bridge" every 30 seconds)..... so it's a bit of a line up at all time... and then walk down to the Fort... it was all fun.. except for the fact that I made them share the boy's scooter.. which brings me back to the first paragraph about NO FIGHTING, but that didn't seem to make a difference.. it was quite windy today.. so I am sure that the wind just drifted between their ears every time I opened my mouth. Being such the great mother that I am ... I took them to the bakery for lunch. I am the QueenMother!!! I really am. The boy spotted a pizzaria and the girl spotted fish and chips..and I spotted the bakery ..... I won, because I am the person with the money, and would like to see some leftover at the end of the day... ! We shared pizza buns and little sausage rolls, plus got a treat for $5.50... you can't beat that... although I hauled around drinks and such for any type of whimpering that could have possibly happened while out... you can never be too prepared. I even managed to make it into a couple of Antique Shops.. without the chicklets noticing... I am so sly!

We marched our way back home, and hopped back on the ferry.. while the line up climbed to over an hours wait... and we headed for home.. for the boys first baseball practice. But before that... the day can not be complete without a daily dealing with the lawn... and that means raking up some of the twenty thousand pounds of moss that has amassed over the last year...so after just a short stint of cleaning torture.. I went on for more torture.. not because of the actual practice.. but because it was C-O-L-D. It was practically summer a couple of weeks back.. and now it's cold.. OK, that is just so wrong.

At the end of the day.. the Pipster and I went on our hunt to get our trampoline.. which she just wouldn't stop squealing about....I have temporarily set her in the bathtub to stop the squealing ... hopefully the really warm water will subdue the fine princess... because that happiness ever after squealing has got to stop.. I am not sure what is worse... the fighting or her happiness squealing...

Oh, and the final ... "of things not interesting, but worthy of mention" file: We went to the library yesterday.. and I am not sure how many books that "The Terry Fox Library" has.. but it has a fare amount... and the funny thing is.. a book that I bought almost 5 months ago, is the book that I took out yesterday. How is that possible? (Other than it is obvious that I do not read fast enough!)

Spring Break: And the counting continues...

Getting itchy.

Everybody around here is getting itchy... and it's not because of allergies, dry skin or bug infestations. WE all have things to do and missions to be accomplished... and since the blogger buttons are missing from my template.. I will have to create my own list.. and I haven't done that in a while.. and I must hurry...
1. I am itching to pull the weeds out of the back lawn.. (of the dandelion type)
2. I am itching for the tree man to come and chop down some trees for me.
3. I am itching for some sushi today.. and, as I found out this morning.. Mr. Husbandman secretly had some yesterday.. and didn't tell me but told the Pipster, who in turn told me.
4. I am itching to get to the store to get that trampoline.
5. The kids are making me itchy.. perhaps this is allergy related!
6. Mr. Husbandman is itching for the Pipster to tidy her room... (we will have to get some talcum powder for that itch... he's going to be dealing with it for a long long time)..
7. I am still itching for a new floor that will go in the new laundry room, but after talking to Mr. Husbandman.. he has a plan.. which all starts with trees falling in our backyard. Believe that.
8. I am itching in anticipation as to how I am going to get this trampoline home.
9. The boy is just itching to get back on this computer.. and is back here every ten seconds to complete the deal. I think he has bugs.... like ants.
10. Miss LP our littlest of creatures in the home... is itching to do nothing... because that is her job.. to shed, eat and sleep. Which she is managing quite fine at this very moment.

take that!

So, the snow hasn't done it, the rain hasn't done it, and the wind hasn't done it... but what will do it, is the tree man coming tomorrow...unless his price does it to me.. then I'm back to square one.

Day One of Spring Break:

In amongst the rain and cold weather the chicklets and I headed off to the library, where they made it a game to see how many receipts for the book checkouts they could get. I now have a detailed list stating that I owe the Public Library System $7.05 in overdue fines. Oh damn. In fact, when I got there today the original price was $5.55... that was when they first started taking out books, and by the end of their madness it had reached the next level.

Mr. Husbandman is now "in" on the trampoline thing... he has been rather hearing impaired the last number of months I have been nattering about this... and now he is scanning the advertisements for that exact item. He wasn't into nets.. and now he is... it's funny what happens when "men" go to work and talk to their work "friends"... big decisions are made ... like buying trampolines with nets..... which is what I wanted many moons ago.

Oh bananas

Some days you just have to say enough is enough. I had to say that the other day, and everyday before that as well, but the other day I really meant it. Really.

I know why my willow tree isn't falling down in my backyard... it doesn't have any reason to. I feed it very well. We have a composter back in "The Bermuda Triangle" section of our "great lands".. and it very nicely does the trick of ingesting all of the refridgerators leftovers .. (they can't be mine.. can they...?)... and all those great nutrients that would have filled our bodies, fills the earth below... and makes it's way to "The Willow Tree". Well, I have decided now that "The Tree" will never drop, ever.

The other day I finally gave in to the fact that I am not going to bake the ten loaves of Banana Bread that I would have to make to get rid of all the Bananas that had taken residence in my freezer. I was quite sad really.. I mean who knows how old these bananas were... they still looked as good as the day that I put their blackened skins into that freezer... they were prime bananas for baking with.. and I gave them all to "The Willow Tree". .....

Now I will have to start my collection all over again.

The New Me.

Oh thank you Lady Gemmak for the new improved me.

I was lost there for a little while.. so with some computer screen plastic surgery I have perked up a bit. I now have an ear, and a lime green sweater.. which I do own in real life. My hair is still bad, and that is just like real life as well.

Extra wind anyone?

We have our willow tree in our backyard that is giving me grief. It looks like this:
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So, for todays list of wants... I want your wind. It can be fresh wind, foul wind, four strong winds, a big wind or even a little wind, a gail force, or even the "The Wind in the Willows".. that would be suiting for this tree. Send all your wind in my direction... because this tree can not remain standing like this... or can it?

As my sister backed out my driveway this morning at 0630, I pointed to the amount of wind blowing around our parts... "see, see all the wind that we have in this corner... it needs to move up and over to my willow tree, then knock it down...." I said to my sister in the green people mover honda car....

I wont keep my fingers crossed while I am at work today, because that would be difficult task, but I will remain hopeful for a willow tree that touches the ground with more than just it's trunk.

hmmm hmmm hmmm

Some days I just need to hum in my head, while I am at work, while I am driving, while I am being forced to listen to the chicklets at the same time... and while I wait for my taxes to be done. I am really humming over that one.

It all boils down to one thing.... to be sensible, or not.

I know that we will get a chunk of change right back at us... but then.. I have to contemplate what is the right thing to do.. do we hide it in our bank account... to make up for the "non-bank-account" issue.. or, do I just go on a magical shopping spree.. for sensible things mind you... because I can..?

And that's where the humming helps... as if droning out a little mesmerizing tune will bring about synapses to connect the dots to pathways that will lead me to sensibility... but then again... I could always bang my head and disrupt that process... and shop till I drop.. with a smile on my face. I will stop humming now.

The Friday Freezer.....

I just took a little stroll to school. It's a deepfreeze out there. I brought gloves and wore them, the whole way... and it was just the other day that the Miss Pip was playing in the sprinkler. Today is the official start to our Spring Break... this better not be confused with a Winter Break.. because the only thing I am suiting up to buy is chocolate... only chocolate and nothing else, well, except a trampoline. But that's all. Oh, and some new runners too. But that's it. Other than the new summer patio table and chairs that I have been spying. That's all. Except for the BBQ as well. I will draw a line at that. But now, that's it's turned into a deep freeze... I may not do any shopping at all, except for hot chocolate!

ON a mission...

I have fresh colour in my hair, and with that comes fresh frizz. I am beginning to think that skunks have really got more going on with that two toned thing happening. I can say that my hair is happier when it has that subtle "colour stripe" thing happening around the front of my head.. and my head of hair is more manageable then. Way more manageable. This head of hair is a ball of hair products... which none of them seem to be managing the very issues they have been applied for any form of success. As the minutes tick by.. by hair just gets bigger and messier, and frizzier... oh lucky me... I really wander what the skunks fur would look like if they coloured their stripe.. would their hair become an unmanageable mess. But then again.. I believe they have what is called fur..

Other missionable happenings... I have done some checking... and there are places that have trampolines.. available, at the asking.. so this coming week as Spring Break is officially happening around here.. the chicklets will have their own "spring break"... and that doesn't mean as in arms and legs... that simply means that they will learn how to take turns jumping on a trampoline... I will remain optimistic about the sharing... there must be documented cases of siblings sharing, there has to be.. although I have never researched that fact...

Pianoistic missions: the boy has an addtional song to play this week... the theme from The Addams Family. This has pleased me to no end.. the boy will now willingly play the piano .. in the mornings, after school, before he goes to bed.. when ever a whim hits him... so I am wishing for many whimful works on the way.

And.. missions that are paying off... the Miss Pipster attempted to put her runners on today with out the torture of her calling to me every 2 1/2 seconds..... although she wasn't met with success of actually getting them on... she did attempt to actually bend over and touch her runner at the same. I was most impressed.

Last but not least.. the impossible mission.... I was looking to put the girl back into swimming lessons.. and they didn't have a class available for her, but they had one for her brother.... that would have been a wonderful cruel joke... "hey kids.. you get to go swimming... and for you young son.. you get to go swim during your lessons"... kindness counts, in all ways.. I held off on this wonderful surprise.

Mission impossible: Digital Camera in my hands.. now. On that note.. I will go and scrub the bathroom....that's the next in missions impossible.

One last thing...

Is it fair to shut the door with the littlest of german shepherd of dogs that really is a cat-dog and sleeps with a beautiful mint green comforter in a cushioned wicker basket in the same space as a snoring husbandman? Get back to me on that one. Now, when I looked at her resting all peaceful like, and curled up in her basket.. she appeared to be in state of sleepiness.... so I am wondering if dogs, or her, which is more like a catdog are bothered by people noises like snoring.. because I certainly know that this person is.

Holy schmolley

There are somedays when I have posts wander in and out of my head on a regular basis.. and they are lost... due to the slugworthy reactions of this blogger system... I considered not being here right now.. just simply due to that it seemed too much of an effort for the blogger system to open a page...but, being that I have had some stress ease vitamins today on top of a regular hard core multivitamin I have some semblance of patience. Only some, and I have just wasted it on the blogger system. Everything else now will result in hysterical reactions... and the 10 year old boy almost bought one a couple of moments ago... so he did the right thing.. and made it into bed in the nick of time. Lucky boy.

So.. back to business....

Today was report card day... I, being one of the parent's in the home was pleasantly pleased by what I saw, although... I am not totally convinced that my boy's marks are an absolute / accurate reflection of his abilities. Anyways... as he went trampling through the front door of our little house, he immediately went to Miss L.P's cage, and let her out. (She likes her cage, and I like her in her cage.. because she is a bit cagey herself when she is not in it, and we are out...hey, if I screw up now with her, it's now a case of one dog down, and one dog to go... and can't have that!) ..... so the boy starts talking to her in that grover voice from sesame street... Hey LP, I got bunch of A's LP.. what do you think about that LP...??? (as LP just frantically runs about the kitchen just because she can...)... then she flies up to him, and throws the boy her paw...then runs away.... but on a whim she runs back to him... and that's when I start.... ( with my own Grover voice going on).... "That's great boy.. but what are A's... are they new dogs coming to live here... because if they are, then I don't like A's.. just tell me what A's are boy"... ... as she then frantically goes out and runs down her ramp into the back yard... and that was only the first 5 minutes home from school in our house today.

In other non-interesting news... I really want to know why a telephone company who offers internet/email service is unable to email me a consolidated telephone statement... why Telus, why, why can't you email me a statement.... just tell me why!!!??? Plain and simple.. they just don't do it. Ok, that's screwy. So the fine Telus representative FAXED me copies of my phone bills, because I asked her to... but she wanted to charge me $1.00 a page... and she was going to mail them. That's when I asked her about the email service that this REALLY BIG CORPORATION runs... and why is it that they can't do it... she was going into a meeting this very afternoon.... and she would ask that very question.. I will never know the answer... all I know is that by the time I got the FAX... 4 pages turned into 15 pages... and when I was finally able to print it.. it had peaked at 52 pages needing to be printed. I kid you not. I used my newly coloured dark head of hair to formulate a new plan to retrieve my Telus phone bills.. I went into my home banker, and just looked at the payments section... it took me all of 2 minutes to write it all down... once again.. Telus.. thanks for nothing.... and if you wouldn't mind.. you can throw me a new ink cartridge my way.

Also... I used a little white person humour on the Tae Kwon Do Master (Korean).. he stopped me and told me that my boy was going to test for his red belt in April.... and then I asked him if that was in 2006 or 2007... I had him kind of stumped there for a moment.... I can't believe that I actually pay this person money... but ... the boy is happy... and the class that he attends is actually learning, and the boy actually likes this instructor, and my boy actually tries, and the kids in the class are showing signs of respect, and there is order to this class, and if I keep writing this stuff I will once again stay at the school where we are at... instead of leaving and perhaps getting better instruction some place else... but it isn't about me... because my boy walks out of that class with a smile... and as far as I know.. that's more than money can by.

And it gets even more useless: Any moment now I will become hungry... I am creating a lovely loaf of WHITE BREAD in the breadmaking machine... and when it begins to bake....it's gonna kill me...the aroma will waft up to me and tickle me just under my nose ....and then I may have to slice.... I just know it.

Another thing... I could be stuck here all night.. for the Mr. Husbandman has gone to bed.. and it's 10:27... and he's snoring... so that's not going to be good.. the writing is on the wall for that one.. I will have to start scanning the late night TV shows now... a snoring bug and fresh bread out of the bread maker... this is what nightmares are made up of folks.

I am actually frightened to walk away from this page, as it may be the last time that I make it back...the blogger world seems to be having a little crisis on it's hands, or it's own computer related hissy fit... it is incredibly slow..(it has nothing to do with me.. NEVARRRR!!!)... so it's the 3 P & 1 C for me... posting, publishing, panicking, and cursing. I will now attempt a removal of the hands from the keyboard...

Oh, not quite yet.. another useless thought that needs to be detailed for future reference.... We went on a rather smallish field trip today with The Pipsters class. We went to the City Hall. It was nice.. yes.. nice if you were a new member to the city, and needed to know the inner workings of how this "level of government" works. I was most interested in the Mayor.. and was fascinated at his inability to speak to a large group of kids that were seven years old..... do most seven year olds know what "iniatives" are ... and it was most interesting watching him talk looking towards the ground, but with his eyebrows kind of raised... it was all very interesting to me.. but he did win in the end... because he handed out pencils, pins and colouring books... that was the hilight for me.

I am being drowned by wafts of odorus waves of white bread calling out to me... over and out for now... I wish for a safe return....

Great things are happening.

I have taken matters into my own hands. Things have started to happen around here.. and it's only a matter of time before it results in change. I believe I am turning into a dog... because I am starting to bark orders..."Order me up some new windows Mr. Windowmanhusband"... Yes, those sorts of statements. Not that I know what to do with a window once it safely arrives home with Mr. Windowman husband... but none the less... it will be in my posession, so I will be able to bark an order about that.... "Put it in!" I am looking forward to that one.. I will practice it in my sleep.

My sister is getting in on the act of my renovation... because it seems like we are always at "Home Depot" for some reason or another.. and she is helping me to pick up flooring samples, that are all the same sample. I am going to duct tape the new sample to our 40 year old floor today, to begin my renovation process. Mr. Meticulas-reno-man should have quite the hissy fit over that. He may not notice the paint chip samples I will have stapled to the wall. I am so excited... let the reno's begin!!

Good for something:

I really wonder about these children of mine. They never seem to go to bed, and they never seem to wake up. I wonder what would happen if I just left them.. would they notice? I am their personal alarm clock attendant & the person that glues their lamps off at night. Occasionally I am successful at keeping their lights out.. although Mr. Husbandman is better ..... I am not certain of what his secret is... and he has no intentions of telling me... because I have asked.

There is a small motivation to go to bed only occasionally....just so Miss Pipster can get up in the morning and look at the scrapbook pages that I create (throw together) down at the Debbie's Scrapbooking Extravaganza house. Also, I have now left my magic purple box at one of the Debbie's... only because I need to find a way to port my equipment back and forth... so until that time... my purple box is hiding on a shelf. Which could be a major trauma if I decided to do a stat scrapbooking session.... which would be similar to winning a lottery... not likely.

Now, on second thoughts on this morning wake-up routine.... Mr. Husbandman took a great amount of time and patience to show the girl her homework on vowels and consonants.... which ended in a early departure to bed.. (I am beginning to find out some of his secrets..) ... and now she is back at it.... puzzling about with her little blondness, completing the worksheet.... now I am wishing she just stayed locked in her princess palace bedroom.... it was much safer then.

The one and only

I had the most wonderful experience of standing in a line-up today. This line up was a tiny bit long, and not by people, but long in lost experiences.

I stood, quietly and yet kind of quivering in excitement... with new velum stickers, a corner rounder and a new pack of paper. So perhaps I could have vibrating as well, but it was a silent vibration, I just know it.

Along came some people behind me.... the boy had a popsicle with two colours, and there was lots of chatter about that. LOTS. Then of course the slurping that went with the popsicle eating. Slurp- ha, chatter chatter, slurp- ha, chatter chatter.. and on and on it went... and then...something happened ... a very familiar sound came back to haunt me.... someone with chewing gum, stood right behind me.. and chewed and smacked and chattered... for a long long time.

These two people were there very own orchestra. Chew chatter slurp smack. Chew chatter slurp smack, chew chatter slurp smack. I have to say, I was quite proud of myself that I was able to maintain control of my disgust for the length of the line up.... and safe in the knowledge that I would probably never have to listen to that noise again... except if I went back in time to a place called Tae Kwon Do and on the bench there sat a woman, and for the whole hour that was the exact sound that we listened to. Although...that was more of a chew chew chew smack.... a feast for ones ears, and a test of ones patience...

So, upon leaving Micheals (the craft/scrapbooking experience)... I had the wonderful opportunity to feast my eyes on the worst dressed person in Port Coquitlam today..... black spiked shoes, black nylons, black spandex leggings, a large light pink sweater that slithered to the side of one shoulder.. and wait for it.... yes... I will say it... greenish coloured leg warmers. This poor unsuspecting soul was an award winner today without even knowing it.

Uh - oh... it's almost sunny

Yesterday ... enough was enough. I clearly realized that the blondie-Pipster does not understand seasons. She just doesn't get that you "are not" supposed to be able to play in the sprinkler while we are still under the heading of "winter-time". She has been asking for weeks... "weeks"... to go in the sprinkler....and every day I had to come up with a new excuse as to how come she wasn't allowed. It had nothing to do with the fact that wouldn't I look like the prize parent of all, letting the child run in her bathing suit in the winter time..... and then... I paused....

Yes, it's winter time technically... but it has also been up to 19*C some days... so why wouldn't a blond 7 year old not want to go in the sprinkler? I had to think like a 7 year old for a moment, or ten.... "Yes Fuss... off you go girl, you play in that sprinkler till your hearts content" ... "I'll have your hot chocolate ready when you are done playing..."

That girl was ever so cold yesterday after her sprinkler episode... and it actually wasn't that cold outside.. I am hoping that she might have just learned what winter kind of is. Well, it is sunny out again this afternoon.. you never know!!

I am...

I am temporarily missing. Well, my photo is, not me, as in personally missing. I have talked to the people (a lady in a far off place!) that take care of this kind of stuff, and I have been assured that things will resume some form of normalcy after a visit to the parents. I am OK with that.... I can be missing for a while.. I don't even think I will even really notice. Of course if I was personally missing... I am hoping that someone would have something to say about that.

Speaking of missing... where did all my magic buttons go from this blogger thing... what happens if I want to talk boldly.. or in a large fontly manner.. I am missing those options at the moment...and how do you locate that kind of stuff in space... ? It may just be easier to remain missing.

It's always...

Something. That is the answer that I use for most things, that it is "something". It's good for the regular questions.. "what is that?" , "why are we going there?", "what is this?". It's a good replacement word... when you can't find the exact word for clear concise descriptions.. it can be a "something". And what about showing off... it's a great showing off word, and it can be a she or a he. It can be pretty much anything you want it to be.... isn't that "something?" Something helps you to think... "wouldn't it be something....", see it's that magical "replacement word" factor again. It's a helpful little something something...! But then, of course... it's a great word for an excuse. "Something" happened, that's how come I am late... it is always something that holds me up, but nothing in particular that I would like to speak of... so it's the perfect excuse. Managing the excitement about something takes a lot of restraint.. so when I had to give my friend details about this blogging... it was certainly something to talk about.. And what about eating... it gives free reign for pretty much anything in the diet... "how about a little something?"... which translates to: please go and get a double fudge brownie with no calories... It lends itself to the imagination... think of "something"... and while I am thinking of something... I have something to say..... which isn't something new...

I will use this exact word... "something" has kept me from writing for the past four days, which has been nothing in particular, but it has kept me from the keyboard. There was always something that diverted my attention, or zapped my imagination which left me doing other things. Then of course there were the afterwork obligations which gave "something" else to do rather than write here... so once again.. something was always happening. Of course, at one point something else caught my attention and I spent time doing something else... which I am very good at!

Needless to say, everytime I came to this exact spot.. something came up... I am hoping that the next couple of days will be free of somethings and full of somethings... but mostly I am hoping for something to appear before me... about something, or another... but that's a whole other subject.

A couple of things...

I have something going right... I have hair colour on the shelf in the bathroom, unused and the right colour. Hopefully I will find my way to slather it on my head.

In other things going right: I found the reason as to why my stuff on top of the dryer was all dusty-ish. The vent had popped off. That was troubling.. especially when I went to vacuum up the 3 years and 5 new dogs later amount of dryer dust... and the I looked at our vacuum hose... and it is in great need of going to the vacuumcleaner hose heaven. ... so... things going right.... I had just enough duct tape in the homestead to wrap around the vacuum hose and clean up the fine mess of dryer dust. I, yes I, I managed to put the vent back together. I did it. I had to... because nobody else was going to come to my rescue.... the Mr. Backtowork broken back man was not going to be able to crawl over the dryer scrunch behind the washer and squish to get the hose put back on... I had to do it. Luckily I had conveniently put the wooden box of my Bocce Balls right next to the dryer... because after I got the dryer put back into proper positioning with hoses intact... I was stuck behind the washer. Great.. but all things going right... I was able to heave ho over the laundering equipment, step on the Bocce ball box and continue on with the laundering process... which created a huge amount of thankability that came later in the day..... when "jeans" needed to be cleaned before the AM arrived.

Also... a job of jobs to be done, and never to be noticed or thanked... I managed to clean out one of the shelves (in the soon to be renovated as ORDERED by the wife), in the laundryroom.. and that's a whole bag of shoes to be given to the school, which is doing a fund raiser by collecting peoples old clothes and such.

And yet another thing going right... inbetween dryer repairs and being trapped by laundryroom items, I managed to throw together a document for the PAC (parent advisory committee).. in a very single afternoon... and had it back to the school before 3 PM.

Another thing going right is the 15 year old suv has stopped making that expensive sounding sputtering noise... Mr. Smartman figured that out.. so now it purrs like a kitten, which not only makes me happy, but the cat-loving-queen-of-a-daughter that lives here enjoys that very sound.

On more things going right... the weather is sandle weather.. so the girl can manage her very own shoes... and no knives have to be waved around the kitchen, other than just for cutting bread... now that's something going right.

I bought a plant today that is rather shade loving.. and got it at 30 % off... which is good, because I was going to buy it the other day... and it was not on such a good sale! Now, hopefully, with lovely Cicely bossing around all the dogs, and lowlife creatures that may cross her path in dog heaven.. the spot where I planted this plant will have a chance to grow.

I read in the local paper that the bears are waking up.... so, we will have to be wary of scruffy black objects once again...

And last but not least.. on a whim tonight I went down to the Debbie's minus one Debbie to throw pictures, papers and stickers together.. and call it scrapbooking.. all in all I managed to do 4 pages. Not bad for a whimful moment.

I must go ... and do some special prayer... in an effort to repeat the motions from today.... if only I could find some kind of special prayer book.... other than the stand by that I happen to use very often... "Oh, please God....for Christ sake.. can something please go right"... that's a favourite of mine....

The absolute worst...

I was at the dentist earlier today.. it was nothing more than to have my teeth scraped, just for my every three month maintenance interruption of the day program. There was no actual dentist involved in this visit, which is fine by me. Although, the next time he sees me he will have a bulk of work on his hands.. there is a broken wisdom tooth sitting there.... just daring him to yank it out. Which he will do, because he has done those kinds of things before. This kind of work excites him and kills him at the same time. He has told me time and time again that he personally hates that tooth, but he can't take it out, because the two wisdom teeth are my only contact points on the left side. Hmmm... I have had braces... twice before... something has gone amuck. I have straight teeth with no bitability.... which I seem to be losing out on.. because now this lovely wisdom tooth is in the process of doing it's very own extraction. But that's not what I am here to write about, this is.....

As I sat in the "hygiene" chair, (except when I see her, I say Hi Theresa, alright... that's a painful pun, but worthy of a mention...)... anyways.. I can hear all kinds of talking.. from the patient.. with a mouth of of instruments, and flushers, and washers, and drool catchers, and rubber dams filling that space... but this person was still able to talk.. ( I think they forgot the cotton roll things).... So that started me thinking... SHUT UP!!! ... you're at the freaking dentist.. there's nothing to talk about, at all. Unless of course they whap you with something hot.. which is what happened to me...and I have the scar on my lipstick filled lip to proove it. ( I wasn't very happy that day.. now I have instances where my lipstick misses, and floops, and then I have a bit of an "Ooops with the lipstick thing" sort of happening some days if I am not careful) .... so unless those types of things are going on.. wave your hand for freaks sake. And close that open mouth of noise. There is nothing more annoying to listen to than this: waaaayy aaaaaa IIII wwwaaaSS ssaaaaayyiiinggggg IIII ddddooonnnn'ttttt lllliiiikkkkkeeeeee ffffrreeennnnn aaannnniillllaaaa hhooffffeeee. See, it's bloody painful to even try and read, let alone have to listen to. That's the absolute worse. Wait.. on that thought...there is the possibility of course they twang you in a space where no toothbrush has seen the surface/crevice since the last visit to lady hygiene.. who goes by Lady Theresa. That might be the absolute worst.

Scared..but only kind of.

So... I'm all on my lonesome, for only a short while. I have to be at my group in just over an hour, and I do not believe that I will create some form of disaster in my home in that time. It will all happen after the three oclock hour.. once the chicklets get home. See, I really am a good parent.. passing blame onto their children.. tsk.

I wish I had a dog that would eat crumbs, rather than look at me like I am passing off another piece of poison at her. So I do have some crumbs that I have to clean up... some little biscuit and cheese package that Mr. Shoppingman bought for the queenly child for a treat in her lunch. Nice treat.. he knows what he is doing... he knew those packages would drive me to haul out the largest knife in the drawer and try to rip them apart that way that makes packages explode. Then I backed up from the counter to look at my fine floor creation.. just to step on a smallish pile of biscuits hiding behind my foot. I have crumbs... and no one to eat them.

Speaking of knives.. it's not safe to have a hissy fit about putting runners on the feet of an almost 8 year old girl... who insists that she can not possibly put the runners on her feet. So, as I stand having a wrapper attack, then I turn and am holding a huge knife... (even better parenting skills here)... so I turn to her and yell... "great, now I am yelling at you with a knife in my hand!" Luckily the package exploded, so I was able to put the knife down... I am my own comedy of errors.

And from other scarey tales before nine oclock.. the dentist calls. They were confirming my appt for tomorrow, and the chicklets. Of course then I tell her in a real hurry because we are now quickly departing for school after the runner incident... and apologize but have to cancel the kids appt for three in the afternoon. Silence. "You need to give 48 hours notice", she says. Yes, I thought of that Friday night.. but you were closed. "Yes, we would have taken that into account" she replies. "When did you open?" I asked her. "At 8:30", she answers. "Oh, so you would have just found out the information about the cancellation 15 minutes ago, that I would have left on Friday night over 48 hours ago?, I ask her. "Yes", she says confidently. "Well, I am now 15 minutes late from cancelling from Friday night... what else would you like me to do?....I ask. She was silent. I have had my fill of little receptionists invading my ear space and pissing me off, this poor girl didn't have a chance. I will not apologize.

So, back to the original story of the day..... it's all about leftovers, and my thoughts about them. See, when you have left overs.. it is exactly as it is stated. Left overs. Does that mean the left overs get eaten into right unders? I am not for certain... but I am having some trouble digesting that. I also know that there is always someone left out with left overs. If someone went without dinner on the "actual dinner date", then that person goes without once again because of the left overs. So, if that person thought you were cruel once to create the "dinner that has leftovers", then that person will really begin to start taking it personally when it arrives for a second time, even to be despised even more. I am not sure what action should be taken on this. If the person is truely "down and out" over being left out of the family dinner adventure, is it fare to start creating something that will spark their digestive interests. Because really, leftovers were invented to ease the burden of the "disorganized" and "un-talented" in the kitchen. If there wasn't a spark in the beginning... there still wont be one now. Is it at this point that I pull out the pot, boil up the water, and dump the spaghetti in?.... of course I have reservations about that one... because I know there isn't enought ketchup to go around for sauce.... and even with the left overs happily waiting in the fridge, this boring pot of spaghetti will become the attention grabber of the day... and truely the left overs will be leftover leftovers. And that's embarassing.
All of this and more... has me scared.

Nobody knows..

It's all tragedy here.. all the time. This is the next one I have to live through. Mr. Brokenback is going back to work tomorrow. I will miss him, and all his clean ways. He is very tidy... which impresses me greatly. There is never that lived in look at our house when he is around. you know the kind of messes that follow you... tea bag on the tea bag dish, spoon in the sink, papers on the counter from the mail, bags from grabbing a couple of groceries, the pillows on the couch out of place by the stuffed cats (or rather the stuffed cats owner.. the Pipster), the boys big size 8 runners, and his backpack with his coat draped over top of it. Yes, that kind of lived in stuff.

I am going to have to go it alone this week. I am frightened. The dishes and papers are going to start hanging around... and it will all scare me. I am going to have to confer as to what the meal of the day will be.... because I am going to have to start preparing them again. I am so out of touch... a week of him being at home has ruined me... or wait a minute.. I think I was like this to start. Silly me!

Starting tomorrow... reality begins once again for myself and the chicklets, and the horror show continues for Mr. Brokenback.

Complaint Department

I will need to pause this blog for a temporary adventure to the great outdoors. I seem to have had a complaint come through. From not who you might think... but from someone who is stuck working all day today... because she is crazy... not to mention the people that she has to work with... (he he he he) I think I will yellow tag all of the locations of trouble spots in my backyard... for Mr. Brokenback, once his back feels better and he can things again. (there are many... it may look like a constant rising sun by the time I am through)... I am not sure how big of a target that I can put on the broken willow tree outside. I believe that Mr. "Icandoeverything" is very well aware of the tree that needs to be felled before he can build the shed out back. Of course none of that will be happening while he is busy having a disc-related "broken back" injury. In the meantime... I will just go yellow tag everything.. in an effort to accomplish something of real value today... because afterall it is between the 2 - 5 period.. where I am supposedly normalish.