Rolling the clocks

I am going to have to do something... fairly quickly.

I have now changed all the clocks to the actual correct time in this world, or at least I think it is the correct time. ( It started out that Ichanged my cell phone so that it was the same time as the school clocks, I thought that that was the most obvious of choices to make.. since it is the school clock that actually counts in the day ).

Since that great feat I have managed to get the PIP to school for 8:59 exactly. Truely magnificent people. Next week I will shoot for the 58 mark. I am hoping that by the end of the school year that the PIP might even make it before the actual bell rings.

There are issues though... even if decide to drive, and be a little late-like... there is still the trap of the signal lights, turning left, and people crossing the road while trying to turn left, and then creeping towards the school, but not being able to open the door and let your child run up the right side of the vehicles.. as there is only a fence, and no sidewalk, but rather an icky muddy/grass path, which is kind of nightmarish. If only I could be 10minutes early.. the world would just be so different.

And the fog rolls in..

I just realized the little missy is outside. L.P. has been outside for all of a minute and a half. She doesn't like the deep dark great outdoors, considering that it is the backyard and all. I just looked up out the NEW window, and saw that the colours had become muted, because of the fog. I opened up the laundryroom door, and she was pressed against the logs outside, looking sheepishly about. She heard the turn of the doorknob and was at the door within milliseconds. See, this is how real German Shepherds behave. The little missy had herself watered and back up onto her favourite resting place.. the big blue chair within moments. Life is peaceful once again.

That guy that is on "at the end of my leash" would have a fit. .. A dog on the couch, which is an absolute NO NO. (They get confused by their status in the pack). I don't think this applies to the little missy, as she gets confused who she is on a regular basis, never mind sitting on a couch.

I just sent my boy off to school. I told him to be nice to his teacher. Right... it's Friday.. and it's the MAN teacher that he likes, there will be no problems today.

Mind you.. the four other days of the week have prooved to be a challenge. I have surmised this by the boys reactions and comments to me about himself. The four day a week teacher has no email address to reach her at, so I guess this situation will carry on until she goes on maternity leave. This situation didn't occur last year, at all. So I am thinking that it is a personality clash, and if the teacher wishes to chronically call upon the boy and point out his pitfalls, then she will have to bare the brunt of his reactions. Whatever. There could be bigger things in this world to be concerned about. I just ask that he be polite and treat her with respect at all times. Even when he is finished with his science text and the assignment, and cleans up the bookshelf, and she yells at him for fooling around, when he claims he was tidying it up... which she admits that he did tidy up.. but then yells at him anyway for fooling around. Oh brother.... life is funny... it's a good thing I am not living his classroom life.... he might just have to learn the hardway I guess.

Working boy.

I have set the KING up with a challenging task. He is painting the fireplace. Hopefully he is painting it the right colour... as he seems to be complaining about it a bit. The KING never complains, it's not in his nature... maybe he has turned over a new life, and is going to start complaining about his home renovation projects.

Infact,... just now the KING called out to me in a rather awful tone. I believe in fact that it seemed angry to me.... in fact I think he really doesn't like his current home renovation project. He just reported that he will be much happier tomorrow when he gets to paint the walls.

He might be happier if he took that really bright spotlight off of his working situation. It's the door that is angering him.. I am sure of it.

I just suggested that very idea to him.... I was met with a blinding look.

eeekkkkk

How the heck do I write a resume? I have been hunting through the internet to help me find some juicy bits to add to my non descript self.

I am not interested in the writing part, I am only interested at getting the job part.

So here I am .. with many words to spill across this screen... and when it comes to writing about ME... I can't seem to throw it all together. Well.. I will have to come up with something.. as I have found a job that I think kind of suits me. I called today and quizzed the human resources girl about it, because you know.. me with job offers flying through every window of my home on a regular basis should be very picky. I think.

Yank.

I had my last wisdom tooth ripped out of my face yesterday.

I am no longer 1/4 wiser any more.

I used to be a full wise person, and slowly over the years the wiseness slowly got ripped away from me.

So now that I am zero for four on the wise scale, it's going to be difficult to monitor the wisecracks that are going to find me.

See, this has turned stupid already.

(the pip will not even let me help her with her homework... long division... not even an ounce worth).

HOLY crackersmackers.

I have just had the experience of high speed.

Whhhheeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwww.

Do you know how many Liberace videos I have watched on Youtube?

I have started on some good viewings of the Lawrence Welk show!

Now I am really going to experience the high life...

Even Google Earth has intrigued me once again.

I don't know if I am every going to be able to shut this off.

I even missed Seinfeld tonight...

It is late.. must make the boy go to bed... he will stay up for the rest of the night reading... now that he has lost all privilages from the husbandman for not doing his homework.

Where do I take the glass.

The boy regularly reports on his "hotness" level. This is where he reports how many hugs he gets in a day. The more hugs, the hotter he is. Twelve year old logic, yes, it hurts.

Anyways.., it's a Saturday night, and I am on chronic hold with the telephone company, you know.. I have nothing better to do, as the husbandman is busily stripping wallpaper, and the children are at their friends houses.

There is a knock at the door which the husbandman goes to answer. It's four giggling girls all asking for the 12 year old boy. (Much to his "maybe" happiness, he was out). Then one of the girls asks for me. She tells me that her mother is having a party, and since they were banging on our frontdoor looking for the son, her mother suggested that I come to her party.

Certainly.

I love being the afterthought party guest.

I arrived with my 1/3 bottle of wine... ( I did not drink the other 2/3rds BTW)... and drove 9 houses down the other side of the street... the darker side of the street... which I guess to me equates to the "bad side"... where I knock on my friends door.

I was so glad that I joined in the party fun. I didn't have a clue who anyone was, except for my friend... I had seen two couples once before.. but I didn't know them.. and I didn't really care. I was going to stay for an hour, as I didn't bring that much juice with me... and since I was an afterthought.. I better not have overstayed my welcome. Yes, right.

A number of jello shooters, and a margarita and a half later.. I did arrive home. I forced myself to leave... as I had to get to work for the morning.. and only having four hours sleep the night before.. I thought I best make an attempt at being responsible. Well.. responsible to a limit.. since I jumped in the car and drove around the street to the homestead.... what a risk taker! HA.

The party goes people were hilarious. Completely. Some people don't even look like they would be as hilarious as they are... and I was sad to go. I was especially sad to exit the exploding conversations... exploring what is reality, and fantasy... interestingly enough the "men" in the conversation could not grasp the difference. The story teller had to move into graphic details as to the difference.. and they were just barely coping with that. OMG. We needed another round of jello shooters to connect the synapses.

So there it is... what was to be a boring night of wallpaper stripping watching turned into a third of a glass of red wine...

Highspeedless

I have finally switched people... f.i.n.a.l.l.y.

But hold on.. not that fast.. I haven't quite switched...as I am having a hard time switching over.

I opened up the computer and popped in one of the antennae thingys, and then connected modems and cables and CD's... and I waited... lights flashed and screens popped up... except the confirmation of a secure wireless connection. I have all the right stuff... but somehow it isn't quite in working order.

It's a good thing that I did not get rid of my dial up quite yet. I would be so lost without it.

I am enjoying my new chincy computer desk with wheels. It has moved back and forth the kitchen a number of times already.. and it makes it easier trying to find the back of the computer.

I bought a new flat screen... I like that too, although with the limited amount of space, I can't have my super sonic speakers hooked up, so the monitor does have a built in speaker along the bottom of it... but it isn't quite the same.

Eventually things will come together... and I will be touring around the world via the internet much more.. as pictures will come in much quicker than the current snails space that we currently work at!

Today might be the day...

I think I will go and buy some christmas presents.

I will also buy paint, in three colours.. (big decisions here people).

I definitely will go and buy some picture hooks.

It's Friday... so it is important that I apply for a "new job". This is almost a hobby of mine now.

As always... laundry will be on the "to do" list, it's a given.

I might have to go and buy more groceries. The husbandman of mine has taken to making his lunch for work now.... it has only been 17 years worth of take out... so that's not bad. (Just so you know.. I read this book... it was his "memoirs"... so it's completely open to ones interpretations and perceptions). God.

I can't remember what the first line of my post actually was...

A day late... but not.

I flipped up this page yesterday. I had many things to write, but got called away. It seems that I neve made it back here.... I am sorry to my loyal three readers. You are special people, thanks for coming back!

so.. the reason for my extreme writing need...

I am this "volunteer walk leader" .. or so the people say I am. Yesterday I had one person call and cancel, as she had a cold. I show up to do the walk... and I felt like I was loitering about the building. It was only me and my shadow that arrived for the walk today. It's a drop in thing, so if people do not come... well, they just don't come.

I wondered what I should do...

I left, and didn't walk down the trail. I am glad about this.. I went over to the Town Centre Stadium and joined the walking people there. I have walked there many times before... and came to the realization that I really like walking around this oval rubberized track. Yes I do. It seems kind of boring to walk in circles, but you know.. if you are out for the exercise of walking, with no thought process involved, this is the place to visit. Now, you do not get the same smells as you would walking through the trails, with the fish spawning, and dew drops falling, but in the whole scheme of life... I don't think they missed me. I was just extremely excited to walk as fast as I could, and not worry about puddles, slugs, hidden roots and dead rodents. (I saw this once on the trail).

It was a very exciting experience... again.

the girl and I

That girl of mine. I always say that, for as long as I own the girl... I will always say that. Oh well. My life is boring. God.

Anyways... she tells me she has homework, and clearly states that "dada" will be helping her with her homework, as it's math, and he always does the math with her.

Last week she got a sucker from the teacher, as the teacher stated she was so proud of her. She was the only child in the class that understood the concept being discussed, and the girl got all the questions right that the teacher asked of her in class. This is big news here people.

On the other hand... the husbandman stood for hours in the kitchen with the girl... and discussed the math questions. I could hear dialogue and conversation for a great long time.

If the tables were turned and I would have been helping the PIP.. a psychotic event would have ensued, and we would have had a ritual math textbook burning.. I just know it.

This afternoon I ASKED the PIP if I could help her with her homework. Yes,... I asked her. Almost like an intervention really... I asked her for five minutes. I was quite happy when she agreed to letting me help her. Thank the lucky stars for me.. it was only multiplication... yes.. real math... real things that I could actually help her with. But then things took a downturn when she couldn't write her numbers in straight columns and then insisted that only "dada" could help her.

He eventually made it home... and they created math columns together.. in great straight lines. A miracle...

I frighten people

Yesterday the husbandman and I abandoned the homestead work to venture forth on a fieldtrip to buy wallpaper. We bought a little more than wallpaper. After we collected our wall wares, we went to find something to fix our ancient carpet. It's ancient, deeply ancient.. probably even before the Egyptians, or maybe just after.

Luckily we had the good fortune of owning a carpet that was basically beige. Beige is good for some things.... especially when you are an ugly carpet. It's only really ugly because it's flat and old, and probably really filthy underneath.

Have you ever tore up carpet and found a layer of fine silt? That is what we found in the hallway once upon a time, our bedroom once upon a time, and the den.. once upon a time. There was lots of silt then... I can only imagine what siltstorms are happening beneathing our feet as we roam about.... ick. But... since this room isn't a high traffic area, we decided to recarpet, rather than laminate floor it. Don't get me wrong.. I absolutely love the no carpet situation that I now live with... but I also like the warmth that a carpet brings to a room. Even if we spent a the money to put down laminate flooring, I would have only laid a area carpet over top of it. Now we are going to get some stain resistant minutely designed NEW beige like carpet. Absolutely perfect I say.

There is one small issue... the husbandman has been holding out on all his big overtime gigs, and decided that he was going to put forth all his cash towards his JEEP fund.

So... while we were at the carpet place I gave him the option of buying far cheaper flooring. I offered him up the chance. I had the carpet man howling in laughter with some of my questions to the husbandman. The king didn't know which way to answer... or just run.

I quizzed the husbandman how much longer I would be on the scene, and would it be worth it for him in the long run to invest in such a carpet. I then asked him if this was part of the JEEP fund, or would we have to come up with this carpet cash somewhere else. Then I asked him if the new carpet would draw him to the livingroom where we would sit and "chat". Now if anyone knows this man... they know he doesn't chat..... EVER. Then I asked him the question of whether or not $250.00 really does make a difference over the course of the next 25 years. As I sat at the counter/register I made the claim that the husbandman would have to forfit his JEEP fund at this time so that we could fork over the cash for the new carpet... otherwise I was taking the cheap stuff that we would most likely have to replace in a couple of years. Now.. anyone knowing the husbandman would know that he would never stand for that.... needless to say... I left the carpet place happy, the husbandman left the carpet place poorer... and we left the carpet selling guy shaking his head and laughing. Although .. I think I may have frightened him.

I was at work today

My friendly friend the heart surgeon choked on his salt free soda crackers.

I let him.

I claimed that I wasn't entirely high strung and psychotic all the time.

He told me that there was no possible way that my personality could change that drastically ....

EVER.

I offered him another package of soda crackers... with a smile.

I'm missing something...

the Pip!

She has left for the Pickaspats for a sleepover.

I call home to the workaholic husband, and the world is silent in the background... the Pip has left the building. That PIP she is always around doing something.

So.. in things left over .....

We went out Saturday night. I wasn't remotely psychotic from work... because I was able to actually leave work unpsychoticlike. How big of me I say.

We didn't actually just go out the two of us, for that would never happen, we had an invitation to attend a "do". It was good, the husband and I were one of the first people to show up.. the rest was family people sitting in the location of fun. I announced that we were the neighbours, and for people not to be alarmed. Other neighbours arrived, so it was all good.

My one neighbour friend is extremely out of this world. She has a remarkable ability to reel in the husband of hers, *and keeps me splitting a gut in laughter* and yet her ideas in her mainstream life attack me like a bad batch of spiders in a banana plantation. So anyways... she announced to the husband that she is wearing "the boots"... he arrives to see her wearing "the boots", and then has to hurry home to put the children to bed, and then himself. She claims she holds the power, as she is the wearer of "the boots", and they have magical powers.

Many drinks of wine, and other assorted beverages later... and I almost believed her.

I live a simple life.

Enough said, we don't want to delve further into that last statement.. it could get scary.

Friday files...

This week has been beautifully sweet.

No running around like a crazywoman.. (although the hair doesn't reflect that fact), no panicked committments to uphold... it has been lovely. I didn't manage to even do all the laundry....and I have no idea why... but you know what... I DON'T CARE!!!!

So earlier....

I bought the dog a bone. I have felt rather sad for her... as she has started a love affair with an old bone that has sat outside for the longest of times.. and she marches around the house with... which has us all wincing... as she narrowly misses all the fresh new walls around this place. So now... she is scraping away at her lovely new friend... it's almost like living in the dentist chair having your teeth cleaned... except the noise isn't coming from inside your head, but rather from the livingroom, where her cage is.

The girl and I went to a movie. We were going to see the B.Movie.. but at the very last second she spotted another movie that she wished to see... in fact I don't even know the name of it.. something to do with a football player that has a daughter show up out of the blue. It ended up being a very cute movie, and we ate popcorn for dinner.

I plucked colours from the colour rack thingy from Home.Depot earlier. It was a stat visit. I had already spent time at the Benjamin.Moore paint place today, and yesterday.. and still didn't manage to come up with colours. Well, I came up with colours... just not the colours that I wished to have...I think I got it right the third time around now.

My friend came over. She was wowed by the change in the house. She didn't believe that it would have looked so different. I think I am used to it now... well except for the fact that I keep opening up the wrong drawer to find cutlery. I haven't even unpacked any of the kitchen stuff from the garage yet.... it is all deeply hidden out there somewhere...

I took the boy to get a videogame. I told him I wasn't going to pay for it, so he brought his wallet. He is such a sweet guy, so tall, genuine, handsome, witty... but not strong.. he managed to drop his wallet, which sent his $200.00 that he is packing around flailing about. I wish him "enough" in the smarts department.... but I think his lovely blue eyes, and dark eyelashes will get him where he needs to go..... as he won't be able to hang onto money. I think the next visit is to the bank.. he needs a bank card.

I had about four hairstyles today. I didn't really do it on purpose... it just happened that way. I have to admit... all the ways were not exactly exciting, but when your hair controls who you are, then you have just let some things go. I particularly enjoy chatting with people that have just come from the hair salon.. as I did earlier while I was waiting for the PIP from her swim club. So there's this woman perfectly coiffed... and then me... slightly psychotic me... with hair to match. So the whole while we are having a conversation, I am having a secondary one in my head. "For crap sakes Deanna!!!!..... why do you insist on this hair controlling you... ??... see her hair.. she wants a change, she gets it cut...." and on and on it went.

well... it must go read a book... has anyone read "the kite runner"....? it's coming out in the movies, and I keep picking up the book to read, and never do....

Friday

This was still around...

Yesterday! I can't believe it.... but it will quickly die now that I have covered it up, and put it to bed for the winter.. who knows if it will return next year..

the most beautiful things....

Before the change.

bizzaro world

yikers mikers...

Woa....

yikes.... that's a change.

Still studying.

Now the girl is busy helping the boy study.

I am completely ignoring them.

All I hear is the boy nattering and nattering and nattering... and the girl is cheering him on.

The tired little proper bone eating dog (sorry Lujza) is trying to sleep in her cage, but has now left the livingroom.

I have the hiccups from drinking some wine. GGGGGGGGAAAAWWWWWDDDDD.

The husbandman is still working on the kitchen. I don't think he is ever going to be finished working on the kitchen. He claims that he is not going to officially turn it over to me any time soon. ( I am OK with this people... as I am not responsible for the cleaning, and food churning that the kitchen can provide.. mind you... I wandered through save on foods earliers and managed to find lots of people to talk to.....) Well, he might be done soon, as he is going to start painting the livingroom this weekend.

So... I am planning on going to bed fairly soon... I wonder if I should tell my children this same thought.

I am wondering what is going to happen to my boy. The quirky prinicipal said hello to "the handsome young devil" today as he walked past, and without missing a beat.. the boy responded "that I am", and just kept going.

I can't even keep up with his voices and mimickry, and other weird things that he does. Although.. I am liking the fact that he is busily putting together "the wedding march" music that he hears in his head.... in fact tonight he adventured forth even further than I could imagine on his own. Yikes! I find that interesting. He is also finding the music to "welcome to the black parade" on his own. I like this song.

Well... it is closing in on almost 10:00... I think I should put children to bed...or something remotely parently responsible. The KING is currently mesmerized with his kitchen tasks... as he always is.

Must go...

Still studying.

I need help.

I am not sure if anyone can actually help me. But really.... I need some help.

I have a complete comedian as a child. I can see why his teacher is truly frustrated with him. He is chronically funny, or attempts to be, and has no regard for the fact that school might actually be a serious undertaking.

IN reality... the boy is getting worse. I have spent the evening trying to study with him... and I am not sure why I am bothering. He has had about 10 different voices come out of his face, and played five different songs on the piano, and has come up with at least 5 different characters to mimic, and then worst of all... he has told me 20 separate stories of all the things that he has watched and observed on TV.

This is dangerous territory people... very dangerous territory.

Fog & Light

It's Standard Time around here. We set our clocks an hour back. I love it really... because now it is light out again in the morning. Currently it is foggy out there, but once it burns off, it is guaranteed a sunny day... that is if the fog leaves, as some days, it has been known not to leave.

In the evening it is now dark earlier... but really that is alright.. only because now I can stop fussing about getting things done outside.. and read what's on my book list.

...... hmmmmm

I was just enlightened to the fact that we do not have any coffee left here... the KING is the cause of this. Him and his KINGLY ways. He will pay.......

The KING is done?

So I was talking to the KING.

It is the rare occasion that do speak with him, as he generally does not speak to anyone.

I asked if the kitchen was done. He sighed and said "no", and then ws just about to start on his list of things that he had to attend to, when all of a sudden I saw one of the undermount lights fade out and then come back.

He walked to the counter, leaned on it, stared at the light switch, and responded... "that is very strange...." and then sauntered away.

The KING has a longer list than he anticipated.

Let's go for another....

The girl has no school today. Which is why I am here. I have time to type. Well, not a lot of time, but enough time to jot down some thoughts, comments, weirdities and assorted events.

OK, so the boy was completely put out that the girl has no school. He was kind of freakish about it really, that "the little babies" can't handle staying up late. "Yes, that is right Mr. Nightowl, they can't," I said to him. He told me he wasn't going to school. I wished him good luck on that part. He very reluctantly got up this morning, got himself ready, and was almost out the door when the princess called from across the street. Her dad was giving her a ride to school today. I almost didn't think anything otherwise, as she went out as Paris.Hilton last night for halloween and walked around in 3 - 4 inch heels. Poor Paris, being driven in a domestic vehicle...

In other big ticket items of the day:

I have a full compliment of assorted lightswitches, plugs and dimmers installed in my kitchen now.There is enough lights in this space to almost believe that we live next door to the sun. Bare in mind that our kitchen once upon a time had ONE light fixture installed in the centre of the kitchen. OH, I lie.. another flourescent tube thing above the sink with that weird glass. GAWD.. I am such a lying liar double lying lady....

OK, but now I am not... I kid you not people... the SUN lives in my home, and I am at the mercy of making it shine or not.

So ya....

More random thoughts....

The sister told me she was dressing up for halloween. OK. Have fun with that. I did not even fathom for a second that she was completely dressing up. Someone knocked on my door yesterday, into the late afternoon... it was a Jack Sparrow and Harry Potter. They were very cute, and I welcomed them inside... (on any other day they would commonly be known as "the mitchy and lexy"... or, the nephews. Anyways.. I see this blond haired woman scampering across the front lawn carrying a pumpkin.. and I think ... "who in the heck is that?".... and that's when it dawned on me.. it was the sister. HOLY CRAP did I howl. So there's the sister dressed in a bright turquiose poodle skirt, a white shirt, a blond wig, pink scarf, black rimmed glasses, and saddle shoes. She was a scream. I couldn't stop laughing. Actually neither could she when she handed me the Millecicinthe costume to put on. She said it captured my true nature.... especially when I started yelling at a guy to slow down on our street. The sister said to me.. "how can he take you serious in that get up Deanna..... think about it"... So true.

Oh this has been so luxurious to sit down and write random thoughts... absolutely luxurious. I am even drinking a cup of coffee while doing so... I have so many thoughts to spill.. I only hope that I can retain the images for me long enough to write them... but for now I must start my traintrack ritual... and get out in the real world to do things... it's almost as if I was riding in first class this past hour........

thanks Mrs. Pickaspat.

The other night I was talking to Mrs. Pickaspat on MSN. It's a very handy little tool. We started talking pumpkins. Well, the fact that I did not have one, and she had an extra one. PERFECTO BEANS I say! It arrived on my doorstep at lightening speed, and was sliced, hollowed and carved for the little pumpkin paraders that came around. It had a very cool stalk, so I kept the stalk and carved some squinty eyes, and a gritting semi smile, and put a clown wig on top. There. A job well done... thanks to Mrs. Pickaspat!

Next year I am growing pumpkins again.... apparently this year, there was a shortage.

Annnnnnd.... I'm back.

I have been riding an endless railway track I think.

Giga, giga choo, giga giga choo.

I have the constant flow of words running through my head "now do this, now do this, now do this, now do this", which was translated to the above music. Every moment of my days have been a thinking process, and then yesterday, all of a sudden, the train hit a station for a bit of break, and I talked on the phone for an hour and a half. OMG!

I did try and post a halloween picture yesterday, but when it didn't take the allotted 2 minutes time, I aborted the mission. The train I am on doesn't quit until Monday, but I can make it that many more times around the track, now that I know the ride is coming to a close. Interestingly enough I am going no where, it's just the amount of jobs that I have had to accomplish that have kept me thinking and busy.

giga giga choo, giga giga choo, giga giga choo...............

It's a full moon out there people.

I am greedily sad.

Yes I am.

A brand new kitchen... and what is it that I want?

A zoom lense, the camera to go with it... and some chocolate.

I could take a picture of the full moon... or something like that....

In the meantime:

The husbandman is putting the finishing touches on the kitchen. things like plugs, kitchen sinks, dishwashers, and something to do with a cocking gun, or something....

Yes.. this is true..

I sent away a resume today.... for a job that I really do not want, but I am wanting a change.. so I have to do something... I wonder if I am going to hear something.. as this was the cover letter that I sent:

Auxiliary Seniors Centre Assistant 12007 -100340
My resume is as boring as the paper it is presented on, and I never really know what to write on a cover letter, but I thought that I would add some additional comments:
I never thought I would see the day that my two existing jobs actually combined, and would become one… and I would see it listed on your website as an “Assisant”. .

After spending 20 years at RCH for a temporary position, I would consider myself as having a “black belt” in customer service. My other two real jobs revolve around older folks, or just folks in general. I have had a huge amount of experience dealing with lost folks, confused folks, slow folks, funny folks, stressed folks, and even appreciative folks.

My job at the hospital requires me to be “the smarty pants” of the ward in regards to the computer. Over time I have learned that these inanimate objects draw fear in some people, except for me, I have learned the ins & outs of the computers world, (also mainly so I can keep up with my children…).

As far as handling cash, I collect drop-in fees and put them in a little canister with a duck on it, which isn’t challenging. In regards to handling money in real life, I do so, on a daily basis, and by all accounts I am pretty good at handling money. I generally have to try and hang on to it tightly, as it seems to drift away very quickly.

I look forward to hearing from you...

Sunday reality check.

Rats.

How is it that the weekend should go by so quickly?

It's done and over.. and I haven't even done anything. Except work... oh yes, can't forget about that.

I am busily sucking back some Kirkland childrens vitamins ..... still..... they are just hideous tasting. I only have about 196 left to go before the bottle is finished, and I can chuck it into recycling. They don't expire until Jan 2009... rats again. I will just tuck them back into the left side of the computer monitor...

I sent away some emails to people that I know. Big thanks to those who emailed me back.. and a no comment to those that are busily in love and have no time for boring people entering your in boxes without a glint of fun in their lives....he h ehe he heh he

I boiled up a spot of tea in the new microwave earlier. This will probably freak my friend Susan out.. I am sure of it. I wanted a cup of tea.. and the kettle is sitting outside on the OLD STOVE.. and it isn't shiny enough to come back into the new kitchen. It did the trick, and I was happy... until the tea was gone, and I wanted more.. now it's almost too much work to go for a "do over".

I had a bunch of chairs delivered here today. They are sitting out in the garage at the moment. There was supposed to be a table attached to these chairs, but it got damaged in the process of arriving... so another one will be arriving in a couple of weeks, or something like that.

The KINGhusbandman is claiming that he will be completely done the kitchen by this upcoming weekend. He has installed all of the tile (backsplash).. and it looks wonderfully amazing. There are still the switches, light fixtures, sink and dishwasher to finish up with, and some grout for the walls.. but the time will be coming soon that everything should be complete.My camera batteries are currently charged and ready for picture taking... but with things not completed, I am not going to start snapping...

I think tomorrow I will unload my old refridgerator, and reload the new refridgerator...right now we are living out of both. It seems kind of weird.. I just haven't got around to emptying the beastly object.

The boy is currently learning the "jurassic park" theme on the piano... it is very pretty.. I didn't realize how pretty of a song it is... I would just not say that to him.. as he would not want to be learning a pretty song... or at least I don't think he would.

I have a new dryer as well.. we have had it for a couple of weeks actually. I like the way I can't even count to one mississippi before the buzzer has finished buzzing. That puts a smile on my face. Earlier... what didn't put a smile on my face was the music that they were playing at safe.way. The assistant manager told me that he just tuned it out. I said to him that is probably because he isn't a highly psychotic woman that has just come a frantic day at work, with twenty other things on her mind, plus an invisible shopping list to work through. He just stared at me. Hmmm... odd of him....

I saw on the front of some magazine while standing in line to pay for groceries that prince william will not be king... well.. I was thinking that exact same thing.. my very own prince william will not be king. What a coincidence.

I had a meeting with the boys teacher the other day. The school gave us a days notice. It was a very tricky thing to do.. although I still managed to call and make an appointment. When I asked the secretary what spots were available, she quickly told me ..."all of them"... I met with the boys teacher, which I was very nervous about.. as I had made a list... a list of things that I wanted her to read. She probably thought (and still does) I was nuts. In the end she was most impressed with the fact that I had put some thought into our 1o minute meeting. She stated that he was an interesting mix, and he kept her on her toes. Well that's alright by me then. My friend didn't care to meet the teacher, all she cared about was the fact that her child was in the challenge program. Raw raw!

Yesterday instead of going to work, I went off to a meeting... it was a long drive... but it was a good drive.. because it was on a Saturday. In enjoyed it very much, and met a woman, who I had known only once a year for the last five years, ... that we are very much the same. She runs another branch of the stroke group... so now I am going to travel out to her space on one these Wednesdays.. and see what she is up to.... it's weird meeting someone so much like you... especially when you have a stalker/bookend that is already like you....

The new fridge is a little on the noisy side... I am not used to ice cubes tumbling about inside the freezer again... we used to have that.. but one night, many moons ago... water was pouring out of the freezer because the ice machine thingy had taken some steroids, and was ballooning out of control. I am certain I will become used to it very quickly.

I know that the water tastes flat. If water can taste flat at all... but it just does.

This nights research is including automatic speech. I have found an oxford journal to read from.. but it isn't giving me what I want... so I must return to another google page....I just want automatic speech... I don't want all the theories of retraining.... aaaahhhhhh!

Well it is time for me to go and print my jokes....but first I have to find them...

Happy Birthday

The husbandman said that the granite counter tops were his birthday present.

The granite people have arrived, installed and left....

OMG.. they are beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!

This is ultimately the most wonderful birthday present ever.

Not including me of course.. ha ha ha h ah ha.

piles of...

Paper.

I seem to have lots of it.

It taunts me, and haunts me, and finds me, and sends me.

All kinds & all colours, with even more stuffed in already overstuffed envelopes.

I am a professional paper sorter.

The Daily Chaos

Yesterday a couple people fell down in my world.

It's true.

Very true.

Nothing exciting happened.

It's just what happened that made the people fall down.

I went to work.

Yes, the very work that I claim to dislike in a very great way, that work.

It's not that I planned on going to work, in fact I had just got home from work.

Well, I had just got home from Save.On.Foods actually.

Which prior to that I had driven down to the boys school to look for his teacher.

Just before that I was at home dealing with a very stressed out boy.

Which before that I was picking up the girl from school.

And prior to that I was driving home from work, but after all that I went back to work, but not before make the chicklets some dinner.

It doesn't make me dislike my work any more than the day before. Which I do.

I made it home in time to finish tucking the girl in to her bed, and watching an episode of Seinfeld. Despite the growing years on the show, and the reruns.. the humour continues to kill me!

The End.

In things that I do...

That keep me sort of sane for a moment or three.

Today I decided that I needed to continue learning heart rhythms.... as I seem to always be watching the monitors at work, and wonder to myself ..."what exactly is going on here...."

Instead of printing off my pile of jokes for the stroke group tomorrow.. I am searching through googled heart rhythms....

I am my own make work project...

In other things....

There is a brand new installed microwave in my kitchen. It is lovely, and microwaveable. AND... for only a moment there was also a dishwasher put in place, but it was promptly removed and tucked back into its cardboard covering, just in case I started getting any evil thoughts about using such a non functional kitchen... oh the thoughts.

A couple more days until things will be even more completed... it is very exciting. I am just wondering who is really going to use this kitchen once it is up and functioning again... I know I am going to have fun filling cupboards... but other than that...I am certain that the king will not let me use the appliances... oh wait... that might just be a wish on my part... damn!

OH ma ma..

So the Pip and I were busy talking the other day about Halloween. She is the kind of girl that pretty much knows what she wants, most of the time... (unlike the crazy mother that doesn't really know what she wants for a only some of the time, and the rest of the time the mother forgets).. anyways.. this conversation was all about Halloween costumes....

"Oh you know Ma ma... I am just so tired of being beautiful all the time......" the Pip says to me.

"Yes Pip, that is really a curse, and if you could give it to me, I would gladly take it off your hands..." I said to her.

The Pip has decided that she wishes to be ghost this Halloween.. a classic non descript ghost... the mother was thinking of adding some sequins and some lipstick to the ghostly costume...
because really ... is there anything wrong with a beautiful ghost.....

The longest hours..

I have decided that I can not stand my job anymore.

I absolutely can not stand it.

I am tired of it.

I am bored of it.

I can not stand to hear the phone ring.

I can not stand to help one more lost soul.

I want to be completely done from this job.

It was only supposed to be temporary.

That was 20 years ago.

The only thing you do in this job is move on, you never move up.

I am tired of it, and would love to move on... but to what...

Today I was talking with a friend who has moved on.

I asked her about the job opportunities.

They seemed reasonable.

The chicklets are growing up, and do not need me "as much".

I think it's time for me to move on.

The sad thing is, I worked with a great group of people this weekend.

I am really tired of never going anywhere in this life.

Not that I am needing to go places, because considering how much his little family of mine travels... I really don't need to go anywhere at all.

One thing I do know.. is that I need to leave.

My favourite word of the week has been: "FUCK!"

Now I am FUCKING mad that I did not get all that I needed to get accomplished this weekend at work. The favourite FUCK word just isn't cutting it any longer, as many things seem to be pissing me off for no apparant reason. I think this ultimate evil is coming from my complete dissatisfaction from my work. Every FUCKING Friday I search for jobs, and to no avail.. I can not find any that suit my ideal. The real trouble with that is the fact that I am capable to do many things in work life, and am not just suited for only one type of job, hence the complete psychotic state that I have apparently entered.

I guess better luck next week... so for now... it's just another FUCKING DAY.

oh.. sorry to those with tender spots to the eyebulbs... it's just the fucking way it has to be for now.

That Pip...

She was doing some sentence writing homework last night. I am not entirely sure what it was all about, but none the less she appeared willing to do the required homework which is a big change for her. Something struck me... as she came up with her next sentence...

"My best friend M is sweeter than a desperate man in Paris."

Classic material people.

finding more green...

blick bleck

Not that I am counting or anything.. but it is now less than a week before we can get this kitchen back in order.

I have been overly fortunate that I have had the laundryroom temporarily acting as an almost high functioning kitchen. In some cases, it could almost pass for a kitchen, minus the stove... but then there are ways around that.

I went to Safe.way today to collect groceries... and as I was driving towards home I remembered that I told the girl to wait for me out front of her school... that I would bring her her lunch. I am clearly an honestly pathetic mother some days!! But on an upswing.. I did stop at the school and managed to rummage through a couple of bags for something to keep her happy until the end of the day. The real turn of events was when I handed her over a pack of Mento's... she could have cared a less about anything else at that point. See, I still manage to make them happy despite the almost screw up of forgetting her.

Ok.. back to more kitchen talk... I have moved some things into the cupboards. The King does not know this.. and he wishes not to be using the cupboards until the countertops are in, but my rationale is that the "things" that are starting to appear in the cupboards are not items that will affect the planting of the countertops. The King and his rules.... who needs them?

AND.. for things that I wish not to be scared of....

Little Miss Elpster is still managing to hold her own. I do not think that she is in the clear quite yet, but I am not seeing any signs of kidney failure so far. She still continues to drink, and more importantly PEE, and remains quite bright (in her docile way). Everything that I have read says that it takes as long as 72 hours to clear her system. We are at 48 hours now, so the fingers are still crossed.

Moving into the backyard....

I will go and pull up some more pots and things. The dahlia's look like they have had their fun in the sun, and wish only to be put to rest for the winter, so I guess I should chop them back. The impatience are still patiently blooming, so I will let them be. The only problem with that is, if it should turn cold, then that will be it for them, and then I will be cleaning up tuberous slimy creatures from the dirt. That's ick.

Must return to regular life now.

The book club

I would never have read this if the book club hadn't decided to. I thought it was good, a portrayal of ones mans life through a twenty year span. So for me, it was way better than the obituary section of the newspaper.

14, 001

I was once hopeful that we would make it to Disney.land this fall. This is out of the question simply due to the fact that we still do not have passports, and zero dollars to travel with. I am still banking on the air.miles situation to take us places, and with the amount of business that has been transacted on that master.card of mine.. the count is slowly climbing, and so is the amount of air.miles required for travel...

Welcoming Wednesday

Thanksgiving was a couple of days ago, but I will continue to be thankful long after the named occasion.

A couple of weeks ago the little Miss Elpster took to clawing the husbandmans newly drywalled, primed and painted wall next to the bathroom. He then asked that when we are out, put her in her cage, to keep her safe since she continues to behave like a total moron. I did just that yesterday. I went out, and put her in her cage, where of course when I came home, I found her safe and sound, and the home free from damage. I let her outside, gave her a nice pat, and continued with the business of the day. Little Miss Elpster loves to spend time relaxing and sleeping in the den on the green leather couch. This is the bulk of her daily activities, and it tires her greatly. It's actually quite amusing. That was until yesterday when I had an inkling to check on her, which I never check on her as she is in the den sleeping. Yesterday I found her cleaning up a bag of chocolate covered raisins. Nice, very very nice. This home doesn't really keep chocolate covered anything around these parts, simply due to the fact that none of need it, although it's nice for a treat on occasion.

We watched her all evening, and she seemed not to worse for wear, except for the fact that she seemed to be peeing all over the place, which we didn't realize for a couple of hours actually. I thought she was just being overly exited by lapping up water due to the chocolate consumption, oh and the fact that she vomited all over her dog cage. Upon doing some research last night on the internet I came to the saddened realization that not only is chocolate damaging to a dog based on a per pound consumption, but raisins were equally if not more damaging to a dog. NICE, fucking nice! Today she is still drinking, and has eaten her food, and by all accounts it appears that she is behaving just as she does on any regular day... sleeping on the green leather couch. Of course there is the fear that sits in the back of my mind that she could quite possibly go into renal failure, and I am not sure how many dogs I know that live on dialysis. I don't think that I will ever bring choclate covered raisins into the home again.

So... onto other things that do not make my hair turn that grey....

What's the deal with the comment left on my last post....? Is this spam, or did a real person write this?

The rain is back...

WE got lucky this morning.

The sideways rain stopped for a time being, so we could have our walking group. Mind you the large and looming grey clouds scared us into believing that we were doomed at any time. Since we are all hardened "wet coasters" we decided to continue to walk despite the rain. I did not divulge the true fact that I personally hate walking in the rain, but I figured it would not do me in for an hour twice a week, although I am certain that it will try.

I went on Sunday and added another expense to our already smoking credit card. I found a table and chair set that will fit the newly almost remodeled kitchen. I was all for the pub table and chair style, but the husbandman wanted the "old fashioned regular" table and chairs, especially for the one time in the year that we have guests over. I quizzed him on the fact that we have people over once in 365 days, and that is how we base our kitchen table buying? He claimed it was. Whatever.

Our refridgerator is currently in our livingroom. I suggested that we just put it outside and plug it in the great outdoors, but the husbandman looked at me strangely. He is just so non-comical about these things.

We would put things in our garage, but there isn't an ounce of room left. It has been stock piled with new fridges, microwaves, old & new dishwashers, a perfectly good gas range, brand new kitchen cabinets that will not be getting installed into the brand new kitchen, and a rather large assortment of boxes. Our kitchen however.. remains a little on the empty side.

I forgot to tell the husbandman that the new kitchen table and chairs are being delivered sooner than later.. which should add to the chaos... probably in between coats of paint on the crown moldings.

This has to be the way..

Another week in review... this is getting to be too much.. I used to be a faithful once a dayer... and now I am hitting the keyboard only weekly. I would like to thank my faithful TWO maybe THREE blog readers who come and visit my day to day antics... you know.. if somedays I could only fill you in on the half of what really goes on ......

Let me step back a moment in time, all the way till last week....

1. I think Monday was regular. That was six days ago.. almost a lifetime ago really, so there is not much to report.
2. Tuesday was walking day in the morning, and then I went out for lunch in the afternoon. The Debbies, myself, and the "very enjoyable to have accompany us" husbandman Mr. Pickaspat. It was the Pip and her friend "Bonkstar" as I like to call her dance time. Well, it is good to plant the Pip in front of a mirror and try to make her dance, at least she can see that she has arms and legs. Let me see... Tuesday night... Tuesday night... Tuesday night.... nothing remarkable to report, plus a bad memory to boot... I am certain that something happened..
3. Wednesday was highly entertaining. The sister and I did useless tasks... of course I had to wait for the sister at her house, drinking coffee with skim milk for cream, so I am not certain why I even bothered... but I wanted something to drink. While I was idly sitting waiting for her at her house I decided to fix her computer monitor for her... for whatever reason the monitor was all small like and irritating to look at. So I just started pressing buttons to fix it, and when I told her about it, she just thought that's the way the computer worked. GAWD!!!! Oh yes... I wrote about Wednesday already... the fight with the weedwhacker.., and the quirky "Northern Exposure" park meeting that I went to.
4. Thursday was busy. The sister and I met at the walking group and we met a woman that had just arrived here from Korea 5 days ago, and wanted to immerse herself in Canadian life. It was truly fascinating her story of her life, and the fact that she is only here for a year, and wishes to partake in all things Canadian. She joined an English conversation group and was very disappointed to find out that all the people were Korean. Go figure. This lady would be able to run a conversation group with the amount of English that she knows. I certainly know if I had gone to Korea for a year, I wouldn't be walking with a bunch of strangers through a trail five days later, most impressive! The rest of the afternoon was spent vacuuming and cleaning out the boys room. He had changed it all around, and since he has quite the fear of spiders he had bits of crap littered all over his room. I never got a chance to say goodbye to my very sweet and lovely scrapbooking friend mailman Debbie. She decided to leave the lower mainland and head for the hills and valleys to someplace called Williams Lake. I still can't figure out what the draw is... but if that is where acreage will buy her happiness... then I wish her lots of luck. I am very much going to miss my Debbie friend. Our little street will not be the same without her. I didn't wave a good bye, so that is disappointing. I will very much miss the scrapbooking adventures that we have had over the past number of years, sometimes we even scrapbooked when we got together. I had to go and buy the boy a new piano book, which he picked out. Hopefully he will remember to bring this book to his piano lesson, unlike the day previous that he forgot to bring his music with him. I returned a call to the boys teacher about his missing title page and a sewing project. I politely explained that he is quite shy at asking for help, and incredibly slow at everything he does in life... so have patience with him, and maybe ask him if he needs help. I also plain as day pointed out that she was calling me about a missing title page that was due on the 10th of September, and honestly why was she calling me this late about the missing assignment... she called on Sept 26th to tell me all this. Interestingly I didn't hear back from the sewing lady. Yes teacher friends.. I am hell mother... who cares... I will happily speak my mind over an answering machine... trust me.. I tried emailing.. but it didn't go through. Survivor was good... CSI Las Vegas was crap... the writers, directors and producers should be embarressed!!!!! The book isn't going over to well... hence the extra hour of TV watching!
5. Friday. Wow. The Husbandman got his hair cut. We managed to spend a lot of money yesterday. Well, not really that good.... we were going to buy a new kitchen table and chairs, but didn't have enough time to complete the paperwork, so I will have to do it on Sunday on my way home from work. We did go and buy a GE Profile stove... It's fun being RICH! (yes, that would be a dream that we have mistakenly had!). We tried picking out tile for a back splash.... OK.. more money than ever.... AND... I am hugely inconvenienced by the husbandmans choice of where to put the kitchen plugs, and the fact that they need tile to be around them. AND.. the most important moment of the day... The lovely hamsterson came home with a GREAT find. I was very proud of him. You see.. I seem to have a love of other peoples things that they wish to give away... it just so much fun taking other peoples junk! Anyways.. the boy spots this hideous piece of furniture while he was walking home with his friends and immediately yells "DIBS!!!!!!", and thus... carried home this 1969 style coffee table. It goes fabulously in his already totally cluttered bedroom. It is very similar in style to Kramers "Merv Griffin" set... I told the sister this last evening and the girl peed her pants laughing. The boy now has a space in his room for "the old" kitchen" chairs, and now this new table. I was very proud of his great find that I immediately took a picture of him... I would like to post the picture but I deleted his camera from the computer.. and now I have to hunt for the disk to reinstall it.... hmmmmm. Anyways... the husbandman was oddly not impressed by the excitement that made it's way through our front doors yesterday... OH well... sad for him!
6. I am going to go and watch the rest of the movie that I started watching last night....hopefully I will be successful... meanwhile... the husbandman had been diligently working away laying down our kitchen floor. You go husbandman.
7. OH, and thanks to Mr. Whalley for stopping by for a visit to bear country. Yes, I am sad that they have abruptly departed... although they can still be spotted deep in the fields of tall grass munching on "things". I am truly fascinated that they have departed.. because I wonder where they have all gone, and really, upon doing some reading.. these black bears do communicate to one another despite living solitary lives, so they know where the greatest food source is at the moment, and we the silly humans have no idea where to find them!

Party on...

So... I did some things today, just a small bunch, but it was stuff.

I managed to get the renter guy to pick up his broken booze bottles. I plopped a sign on top of the mess that read "Clean Me UP!".

I did many useless tasks today which amounted to not a whole heck of a lot, but were important to do all the same.

I even managed to cut the front lawn, which included a fight with the lawn mower. I introduced it to many fowl words, of which they all fell out of my mouth, and directed them toward it. I tried to weed wack, but that little electrical machine and I don't get along too well, so I hissed at it too, and then eventually gave up. I fixed the front garden, and had to water, yes water....despite the rain and the damp, this piece of garden requires watering.

I moved onto washing my car. Now it's all shiny and indigo blue looking again, however; it doesn't help that I have to travel down a dirty and dusty and mucky road to get to piano and to see the (now non-existant) bears.

I put myself to the torture test this evening and went to a Park Association Meeting. OMG!!!!! is that crap every boring!!!!! Thank god for the cups of coffee.....I did chuckle at the enthusiasm of one of the members. Now he was very enthusiastic. There was a whole bunch of chatter about almost non-existant happenings, which completely bored me. There was supposed to be a slideshow presentation, but when they dropped the slides all over the table, I knew that was a bust.

I am currently reading a large text book of which I have no interest in. I am hoping to see it to the end..... and there is a big hope in that.

Must go read... or something.....

This is....

Totally bugging the shit out of me.

I swore up and down, left and right, that I would not look past my front yard at the chaos that happens further than my driveway.

This weeks torment is the good neighbours tenant that had a party two weekends ago. There are two bags of empty booze containers that are sitting at the edge of the driveway. There are bits of broken glass sitting beyond the bag. It was garbage day today, and the bags are still there.

So... I am wondering what can I do to to get it cleaned up. I am thinking of planting a sign in the middle of the night....."Bottle clean up service not available in this area".

I am about (__________)this close to doing it.

My book is calling, I must leave now.

Weeks are rushing by...

I am currently sitting here in the deep and dark dusty livingroom trying to come up with an October Agenda. I have most of it spelled out, so hopefully it wont be a bust. It is tricky trying to keep all of the people happy in the group, I am only successful only a bit of the time. See it helps that the other half of the time another couple of people are happy. If I were to take a poll at the end of the month, most people might be happy some of the time.

How can this be the last week of September... I am sure I was just waiting for September to begin, and now it is ending... I think there is a song out there.. but I have been awake the whole time, I just know it.

So I found some kitchen furniture today... I am surely going to buy it. I think the latest slogan is "do not pay until 2012". That suits me just fine, and I am think I am going to do just that! I'll take the husbandman to see the high quality furniture on Friday, as it is his day off.. and I am suspecting he might just take the day off, especially since he seems to be having more bad hair days than me, and I have three and a half times more hair than him... oh, and with the knowledge that he told me he was no longer in a hurry to continue on with the kitchen, as the big stuff is now done, he will complete it at his leisure, so we continue to play the waiting game. GOD.. this is really turning out to be a waiting game I think.

Work was very nice this weekend. That is all about that. It was nice, and including that it was a good bunch to work with... yes, a hard working bunch of people... that was a bonusfilled nice.

I am having front tooth issues. It seems to just teeter on the perfect position, and then sinks back, just when I think that it will sit stable. I don't eat apples, and I do not eat carrots, for fear that it will just pop right out.

I coloured my hair the other day. I was happy with the results, not too wretchedly dark, and yet dark enough to make it look like my hair isn't full of grey, which it is, or at least I think it is. Grey hair, ick, crooked teeth, ick.... see.. I really am a fake!

I have to send yet another book back to the library tomorrow. I made it through six chapters, but it was only a two week loan. Two weeks just isn't enough.. or more of the problem is that I haven't found the time to find two weeks within that two week time frame... anyways.. I am onto another book that I special ordered, so hopefully I will have some luck with that one.

So the husbandman wasn't sure if he was up to going to do an overtime call this evening. I told him this morning that he would be fine. He told me that he would make that call once he made it out of bed, if and when he might be able to make it out of bed, and felt that he could stand. I told him he would be fine. I think I said it in a rather believable voice, as he eventually went to do the overtime job. I am highly empathetic. ( Oh really, I am .....). I should write NOW, that the underpressure kitchen prep is now past us.. and everyday I monitored the crazy husbandman for wrecked back syndrome, and everyday, despite how shitty he may have felt, stood up straight out of bed in the morning, and carried on to work. He is such a good boy... and now that the pressure of the job is over... his back has started acting up, and he looks all apishlike...I have him hot on the trail of MSM (some herbal anti-inflammatories)... as I can't have him stopping now... now that kitchen is looking all good and fancy and such....not that I am going to use it for anything.

The potatoe/ciabatta bun thing is going well. Tomorrow we will back onto baked potatoes.. I can't wait!

Well... I have a book that is waiting, make that books, many many books.. I will go read something now...

OH man... I missed the parade!

One of the good and crazy neighbours from down the street handed out flyers about two weeks ago.

The title at the top was noted as a: "First Annual Bike Parade".

Now this is exciting, what a classic event!

It was all big fun....

The sky had been blue for weeks, and with the excitement mounting for this grand event, surely the weather gods would let the parade proceed without a glitch.......

A tractor was invited, which was driven out of it's resting place in the front yard of the wonderfully crazy take out dinner man (but died just prior to the parade), a candy wielding golf cart that started on fire after the parade, a filthy (which is why it was free) bouncy castle that sounds like it was a hit, a police escort down the "whole" crescent, one fire engine that arrived late for the 3 1/2 minute parade, 180 hotdogs that were BBQ'd and eaten, with one package remaining, and 10 lost ones left on the lawn. There were balloon tosses and prizes.

Yes people .... it was quite the event for a "first annual" affair.

I missed it all, as I was at work.

Oh, and it poured with rain.

It looks like next year I will be taking a vacation day so as not to miss this grand scale event.

There's more...

The husbandman has told me that he is not putting the stove back in the kitchen until the countertops are installed. That will be on October 17th.

I have come up with the grand scheme of serving baked potatoes with almost every meal. This will be alternated with ciabatta buns on altering nights. I have a toaster oven and a very rickety little microwave to do the job. Of course I will be offering up different toppings of the day to make the baked potatoe even more fascinating.

I was talking to my very crazy neighbour yesterday and he commented that the best part of renovating their kitchen was the take out. Although now that the kitchen has been long done the renovation, the take out hasn't quite stopped. Yes I say, he is crazy.

welll since I am here..

I should probably write something.

I met Hamstersons teacher tonight. She is blond, I didn't take her for blond. She claims to be getting used to his sense of humour. She also states that the class waits for his sense of humour to arise many times during the day, so she is getting used to him.

I met the girls teacher. She is an interesting sort. Quiet & seemingly uncomfortable with a familiar face. (me). The girl quite likes her. The classroom was a bit of a boring sight, but there is time for change, afterall it is only September.

Onto other things, as the previous was just boring.....

Well folks, it is official... the husband is rather nuts. I am no longer queen of nutland, as he has reigned himself king of nutland.

The kitchen cabinets have been installed, and they are looking rather fancy. The husbandman had some complaints. The freakshow himself took apart some cabinets that were just assembled yesterday, because they were slightly crooked. He wears me out with his quirks...

AND.. even less exciting events...

The girl went to be bed earlier under a certain amount of protest. It's not that she didn't want to go to bed.. it was the fact that she had a fight with a "mop" (AKA moth), and lost the battle, it just fluffled off somewhere else, and she was convinced it was laying in wait in her room.. and was going to one by one take out her stuffed animals.

I have to say that Pip of mine looked exceptionally beautiful today. She was in a cream coloured shirt that had a slight ruggle around the neck line. Her hair was just free and blowing, with a loose part to the side. Of course she rounded off the outfit with a skirt that she has been wearing since last year, and it looked to be sitting in her drawer since last year, but really it wasn't. I noticed at the end of the day that the wrinkles had disappeared only slightly. I forgave her skirt wrinkles, because from the waist up she was looking absolutely charming.

This reminds me of an incident with beautifulness from last week. That Pip of mine had the cutest perkiest blond ponytail that one girl alone could ever own. To add to the cuteness she had on a pink T-shirt and a pink pair of shorts. Of course attached to that was a longed legged tanned single nose freckled crazy 10 year old girl. We were running late for school and decided to err on the side of caution and drive the girl to school, as she would have stopped traffic with her cuteness... I kid you not. I wished I could have been half that cute when I was her age.
No really, this is the truth......

It's late...and I have no cream... it's a PRO-D day tomorrow for the kids. I love to drink coffee on PRO-D days... I might even go to the coffee store instead....not sure why, but I am thinking that I might. OH.. and to add... I threw in a trick question to the girls grade 5 teacher... I asked her what they were working on tomorrow on the PRO-D day... she said "lots of stuff". Well there you have it folks.. once again... tax dollars at work.. doing "stuff".

I will go and rest my painful eyes, and hurting head. It's just one of those things.

I have to be awake to watch the news with my favourite weather man Mark Madriga... who told lies today, and listen to the sounds of Chris Carter the marketwatcher... you have to love global news....

Freaky Sunday

OK.

There are days that I just do not care to go to work, well I do not know this until I get there. Too many things take place, none of which happens to me, but somehow the things that go on get me involved.

I am people's sounding board.

IN some cases, like today, I am the voice of reason.

HOLY smokes I wish I wasn't.

Tensions fly high, and I am the silent party that calms the frothing seas.

People don't realize this about me... well, those that I work with that is.

Today I managed to circumvent nothing short of a mounting disaster... similar to a volcano erupting.

For now I have popped a cork on impending doom.

There will be fall out... and hopefully the waves of disaster will have lessoned by next Saturday when I return to work.

Staples, bears and other fascinating events...

I have been locked out of my computer space. Really I have. The King has had the living room locked up tight.. he has been sanding drywall this past week.

He is a workaholic. A very serious one. He is the King of workaholics, since he is the King and all.

I have a long list of details that I wish to tell, except I do not have the time to type.

I have once again killed my hands... I have been raking my backyard for days and hours. I managed to kill my back lawn, by complete accident mind you....!!!, and am having to repair it. This is perfect grass growing weather, so the task had to be completed.

The bears peaked the other night. We were there to witness it. Then last night we saw ONE bear leaving the blueberryfield, and that was it. Compare that to the nine we saw the other night, heading into the blueberry field. I think it is fascinating how solitary animals communicate with one another as this is not shear coincidence.

The kitchen is a coold shade of green. I have told the king that we will eventually turn our whole home into one large mass of green. It's like we are a forest or grove or something. I think I like green. So does the king.

I have many pictures that I should post... but then that would require me to sit here and fiddle with gadgets and things. I haven't had time for that... the freaking yard has been calling and calling and calling.... eventually I had to answer...

OK... now that I am down to a weekly update, I will go and be adventureous and hopefully will be back soon to share the events of excitement.. even if I have to take up lying.

life as of saturday....

We lived throught the school week. We even lived through a Friday night of Tae Kwon Do. Of course the evening was finished with a pizza all for the little master hamsterson himself ... just to keep him happy and not all out of sorts.

I stopped by a few homes as I was on my home after work tonight and was the street coyote crier... the cat people were happy with my observations of the little cat hunting beasts.

Bear watching was crazed! People were flying down the road from all over the place.. well that was last night.. and then tonight...it was still crazed... although it was just me and the PIP, and a family that just moved here from Richmond. We saw 8 bears... it was very exciting!

Another day... another story, of minute porportion.

1. I got my haircut yesterday. A whole whack of hair sat on the ground after she was done. The sister noticed the shorter less bedraggled look.
2. The girl agreed to go into a dance class. I have found one. Hopefully she will enjoy 45 minutes of hip hopping around. This is a true experiment really, as she isn't very good on her god given stilts for legs. Maybe she will learn how to use them.
3. The walking group has moved up to 5 people. Nothing short of incredible here.
4. I managed to get three loads of laundry on the line and dried today. It's far too incredible people.
5. I inherited a new child's school desk this afternoon. It is lovely, and will fit in my garden perfectly. I will hide it from the husbandman who seems to think he has some sort of grandious rulings about what enters the ever improving homestead.
6. I washed and vacuumed out the wonderful Mazda 5. The indigo blue takes some scrubbing to get it free from dirt, and an extra couple of wipes to ensure that all the dirty spots have been cleaned.
7. I had decided to get the husbandman some hockey tickets for his birthday tomorrow. I blatently lied and told him I was talking to one of my M.S.N friends and asked him some questions about his favourite team. He said he would never go to a hockey game and pay 80$ to see it. Hmmmmm... I am having a hard time wondering what I am putting in a birthday card for him..... especially since there were supposed to be hockey tickets....my luck!
8. The boy is pretty much refusing to go to school. He claims his teacher already hates him. He is fowl, fowl, and fowl. His other teacher from last year, yes, the one that hated him from last year will be teaching him again. I met the woman and thought she was pretty pasty faced, and even wrenched a smile when she met me in person. This is going to be a long year... what does a parent do....? I feel like emailing these two people and just saying " Oh for FUCK SAKE... give the boy some guidelines & expectations, and he will abide you; to call on him and belittle him in front of his class will only serve to upset him and continue the behaviour. I don't think I can write that.....at least I don't think I can...
9. It's 11:00 PM, the husbandman is busily mudding the drywall and singing along to the tunes on the radio. He is scaring me.
10. The girl and I grossed the boy out at dinner tonight by putting spaghetti sauce on our spaghetti. Yes, he was grossed out... he who puts ketchup & parmesan cheese on his.

10 + 2

Yes, 10 + 2.

10 individual bear sightings.

2 double sightings.

It was an incredible night people.

INCREDIBLE.

The most important day of the year.

It's happened today.

Parents embrace the bell that calls out to all those crazed little summer vacationers and rounds them back into the welcoming arms of school.

Although our little school didn't have welcoming arms, the Principal could barely be heard with his microphone, so who knows what he said. I feel sad for all the new parents that showed up to bring their child to the "new" school, (as their old school was closed down), and they were welcomed into a gym that was crammed with equipment that never got put away, and bleachers that acted as barricades. The year should be interesting. Perhaps I should get involved with our little school once again. NO, bad idea.

Anyways.. moving on....

We went to go and see Hair.spray on Monday. What an excellent movie.. if you like that sort of thing. It warmed the Pip and mines little heart. I don't want the soundtrack... even thought the music was very good... it just went on and on and on....

I got my new dryer yesterday... off I went with my Mazda 5 and picked it up. The friends and neighbours were skeptical. I peeshawed their crazy thoughts. Now I only wished that my new dryer worked. It doesn't. I might as well have my old dryer still in the beautiful and lovely laundry room, as it does the same thing... the drum turns, but does not generate heat. Now how psychotic do my readers think I am at this point? I have many miles of laundry to dry, and no dryer to do it.

Well... must depart.. the very huggable and tallish (as he told me this yesterday upon his return to school) Hamsterson needs a lunch for his first day of Grade 7. I asked him who was doing all the hugging... he claimed it was all girls, all the time. Say no more...

Last week...

Here we are at Labour Day, the last day of summer (as the children in Canada know it!), and I am left wondering where exactly did the summer go?

I know last week flew by:

1. Monday... dryer shopping, and something else that I can not remember, because I can not remember. I do know that the husbandman took the night off because I actually had a friend come over. I commented on his lazy sloth-like-self, and hoped this kind of behaviour would not continue. I had to clean and dust prior to the friends arrival, as the home is full of dust, more dust than one would like to witness. I wrote a long email to the Conservation Service about the blown away bear. Also.. what goes with a full day of dryer shopping, but lost of laundry out on the line.
2. We made it to the PNE, now that was a good day! I even did the walking group before going. (We are are up to three people now in the group... things are progressing). The children and I didn't make it home until 11:30 that night. Prior to any of this I felt obligated to doing something with wet laundry again.
3. What's a perfect day made of if you don't have to visit the dentist first? First that, then off with the sister, myself and the four spawn to Boundary Bay for the day. This is Vancouvers best kept secret... a semi-nice beach.. and NOT CROWDED. We returned home at a nice and early 8:15. Oh, and of course more laundry line procedures.
4. Walking group day... and the number has progressed to four people. Incredible I say.. absolutely incredible. I can't wait until I need two hands to count the number of people that are going to spilling into streets walking with us! After we were finished with walking I quickly made it home and unpacked the soft cooler, and repacked the cooler with more food. We drove up to Whistler for the day. Not that we were going to do anything up there.. we just wanted to see the progress for the 20.10 Olympics. Good luck people.. that's all I say. I will add that secret "laundry" word again.
5. Friday was a low key day.. at least it started low key. I had to go buy light fixtures. then somehow I met up with my mom, and we did mother and daugther things. Soon my cell phone was ringing and I was flying around collecting one girl and taking her to the pool in the lovely and warm pouring rain. (There is nothing sweeter than swimming in the pouring rain in the summer... a most delectable memory of mine!). I had to rush off and buy a bath mat.. since ours kind of disintigrated, and a shower liner that has snapped somehow. Then collected the girl took her to Cost.co and Home.Depot to collect more household renoing things. Once I was home I began cutting the lawn, and fixing all the grass that I had killed.. but it was only by accident, and it was only grass... it's not like it was a black bear or anything... and then I fixed my wysteria bush that had died this spring.. (once again, I didn't kill it, and lucky for me it sprang back to life!). By this point the underwire in my bra was poking me in the armpit.. I just kept trying to reposition it. As luck would have it.. the other underwire snapped and was poking me in all locations on the right side. I just wanted to get things done, so I didn't stop working. OMG did it hurt... but when you are a woman on a mission, you just can't let underwires stop you! Since the weather man promised rain I wanted to add more grass seed to my front lawn seeding project, but first I had to pick rocks, and pull a huge weed that had infiltrated my grass growing expedition. I watered things stat, and then it was off to see the bears. Well, with the except that now my room was filled with a hugely full basket of laundry... all folded and I guess more or less dry... and I was left wondering.. did I actually do this all week?
6. Saturday was filled with worky things. This adds to paying for the kitchen.
7. Sunday was filled with worky things. This also adds to paying for the kitchen.
8. Which brings us back to Monday.. and today of days I did not find myself opening my eyelids until 0900. I lie actually.. because they were open I just pretended they weren't.. I just didn't get up until 0900. Today is the last day that I will be able to have a little sleep in until the chicklets next Pro-D day... as now I am the seven day a week up early all the time kind of lady from now until next June. (with the exception of the sheduled holidays!). This will all change if I find myself a newish kind of job, but I am not in great belief that this is actually going to happen.

Must go.. more Mondayish Labourday last minute things to run off and do.... the chikclets are waiting in all their cuteness!!

Sights from the fair