Here's a tomato plant that grew out of my flower box
Here are some impatience with their bamboo protectors by their sides
Here is a bamboo predator, who just doesn't get the realy meaning behind bamboo
Sunday, September 28, 2008
things that stick
Here's a tomato plant that grew out of my flower box Here are some impatience with their bamboo protectors by their sides Here is a bamboo predator, who just doesn't get the realy meaning behind bamboo
Thursday, September 25, 2008
aha ! A book!
This months book club read. I kind of disliked it... as someone mentioned to me... "Deanna... you do not like many of the books we read?!" Which is true. I try to like them, I do try... and most of them I do read through... except for some. I finished this one... so it really and truly wasn't all that bad, except for the writer herself. Apparently on Oprah someone commented that it transformed them, or something (second hand info ...)... and guess what... here I am today, untransformed. DAMN... I missed the boat again. I dont' even think I could bump into a cruise liner if it were sitting in my bathtub! ANYWAYS.... this girl that wrote this.... I just wanted to smack about... and say MOVE ONE YOU IDIOT! She divorced her husband because she didn't like the life that she was living, or the life that she was going to end up with... so be it.. move on. It's not like the rest of the world isn't looking for their perfect place in life, and are on the continual search to find it. Hey baby... we have all walked a mile in those shoes. So that's my review... it's a good thing it's here.. and not on some chapters forum!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Just say YES to a holidaying MAN
Perhaps the woman folk readers should not read this. OH wait... that leaves no one reading this... OK, pass this on the men on the internet.
So here's a secret:
The husbandman has holidays.
You have to love this kind of guy that has holidays
So here's a secret:
The husbandman has holidays.
You have to love this kind of guy that has holidays
- He cleans his kitchen every morning.
- He does laundry.
- Cleans out the garage, between loads of laundry.
- Does small maintenance things, like removing air conditioners.. and then...
- Cleans the windows.
- Has cleaned out the furnace filter.
- Now has the vacuum cleanining out the vents.
- Wait... that is before the fact that he is busily vacuuming the house.
- Organized the boys bookshelf... (as it was sitting over top of his job of cleaning the vents). Everything has been put back ultra organized and tidy.
- Re-programmed the furnace heater gadgety thingy.
- He even has talked of going ..... TO THE MALL!!!!!!
Yes people... it does suck being the wife of a holidaying husbandman!
Friday, September 19, 2008
Divorce proceedings are underway~!
But then... so are a lot of peoples divorces.
The talk on the radio today is the fact that normal boring folks (we qualify big time!) could not get tickets for AC/DC.
The concert was sold out in 11 minutes, and a minute after it was sold out, there were scores of tickets available on ticket websites. Most annoying, not only to me... but a host of other people as well.
In the meantime:
the husbandman feels that we can continue being married, despite being AC/DC ticketless.
The talk on the radio today is the fact that normal boring folks (we qualify big time!) could not get tickets for AC/DC.
The concert was sold out in 11 minutes, and a minute after it was sold out, there were scores of tickets available on ticket websites. Most annoying, not only to me... but a host of other people as well.
In the meantime:
the husbandman feels that we can continue being married, despite being AC/DC ticketless.
More bear no no's
My friend just emailed me... there were bears at the school yesterday evening... OK, wrong direction boys and girls... these kinds of stunts can get you killed... especially around these parts.
The truth of the matter is.... there is a direct roadway leading from a couple of acres or blueberries to garbage cans, which then comes out at the school, where there is a small green area that mimics a forest for these silent ones to hide away for a bit. Life is just not far for these great black beauties.
Onto other things that are important this minute:
I am on AC/DC watch. I have been commanded to buy 4 tickets for the concert in Vancouver. Yes, commanded. Somedays I know my lot in my life. I will be ready with my airmiles mastercard, and do the deed. God help me if I do not get it done!... I wonder if the KING will speak to me again... could this be it... could this be what draws the final line between us... ?? Just tricking folks... I'm still good enough to be around..... as I generally serve up dinner on most nights, & have even been known to be nice on occasions... and I have done homework with the kids...so there you go...even if I come up dry with the AC/DC... hopefully I have other redeeming qualities that can keep this marriage intact!
The truth of the matter is.... there is a direct roadway leading from a couple of acres or blueberries to garbage cans, which then comes out at the school, where there is a small green area that mimics a forest for these silent ones to hide away for a bit. Life is just not far for these great black beauties.
Onto other things that are important this minute:
I am on AC/DC watch. I have been commanded to buy 4 tickets for the concert in Vancouver. Yes, commanded. Somedays I know my lot in my life. I will be ready with my airmiles mastercard, and do the deed. God help me if I do not get it done!... I wonder if the KING will speak to me again... could this be it... could this be what draws the final line between us... ?? Just tricking folks... I'm still good enough to be around..... as I generally serve up dinner on most nights, & have even been known to be nice on occasions... and I have done homework with the kids...so there you go...even if I come up dry with the AC/DC... hopefully I have other redeeming qualities that can keep this marriage intact!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Four plus one.
That's bear watch talk.
I had five sightings... but one bear twice. AND, just so you know... the biggest and fattest bear of them all was the scaredi-catest out of all of them! I just love that!
The world of no homeworkland for the PIP has finally ended. This girl has continuous homework. So much that she gets overwhelmed with the mere mention of HOMEWORK. Yesterday was no exception. On Friday they were assigned something to do with an advertisement. She missed Friday. BUT she did spend the weekend colouring and writing other assignments that were due on Monday & Tuesday. THEN Monday evening she spent time working on the math that was given out on the Friday that she missed. Last night she spent the afternoon /evening preparing a summer advertisement poster thingy (8 1/2 x 11) that she couldn't do on Monday night. The expectations were laid out on paper, but it was the actual assignment that was a tad bit confusing. So guess what... I did whatever a parent should not do.. and that was get involved in the project, and throw out ideas, and give suggestions, and basically help her put it together. I can't just tell her do it... because she will start to cry, and just feel overwhelmed.. which is not what I want, and what kind of message does this send out.... or, I could just sit next to her... and throw out ideas... all while really wanting to read my book... but I DID NOT!!! In any case, I was met with much more enthusiasm, involvement and energy towards the assignment. (OK... so this is how the real story goes... she actually forgot the piece of paper at school with the assignment on it, and it was due today... (but in reality tomorrow in yesterday land)... so I find her, in a crumpled mess in her messy bedroom... devastated that she has forgotten her assignment. LUCKILY.... I just happened to have her friends phone number, which I dialed, ... because the girl couldn't do it... and I talked to her friend... and asked her for the piece of paper... which THANK THE GOOD GUY ABOVE THAT HAS BEEN PROVIDING US WITH BLUE SKIES FOR THE LAST THREE WEEKS that she actually did have! The Pip and I walked over to the friends house and retrieved the paper.... which is when I actually started flipping out ideas... because I noticed her sitting for a great deal of time getting frustrated with all the words and expectations.... OK people... this is a brochure... and advertisement for a summer spot that the child went to in the summertime.... this isn't making electricity or anything. BUT... the girl did not know how to make a BROCHURE, because the teacher had requested it as an advertisement, BUT, it had to have a letter attached to the back of it telling him (the teacher) all about personal experiences, BUT ALSO... to be creative, and add in extra options as far as special deals & rates they could have gotten at this vacation experience place. The request didn't quite fit what he wanted in actuality... which is why I came up with a brochure... and do 11 year olds know how to do a brochure... or an advertisement?? I don't know.. how do they learn this stuff.. and then they are asked to be creative... JESUS... she was just trying to absorb the basic expectations. Luckily... the antibiotics have been working nicely on her throat infection/Strep situation... so the PIP was ready and willing to take on this little assignment with the help of her assistant. It almost seems an evil plan of attach from a mother... but I just want the girl to feel success at diving into assignments, and getting them accomplished... she has a creative mind... but just isn't sure what she's supposed to do with it.. other than to make the stuffed dog Cicely AKA Prance talk, and move about the home.
OK... all nattered out... must run.
I had five sightings... but one bear twice. AND, just so you know... the biggest and fattest bear of them all was the scaredi-catest out of all of them! I just love that!
The world of no homeworkland for the PIP has finally ended. This girl has continuous homework. So much that she gets overwhelmed with the mere mention of HOMEWORK. Yesterday was no exception. On Friday they were assigned something to do with an advertisement. She missed Friday. BUT she did spend the weekend colouring and writing other assignments that were due on Monday & Tuesday. THEN Monday evening she spent time working on the math that was given out on the Friday that she missed. Last night she spent the afternoon /evening preparing a summer advertisement poster thingy (8 1/2 x 11) that she couldn't do on Monday night. The expectations were laid out on paper, but it was the actual assignment that was a tad bit confusing. So guess what... I did whatever a parent should not do.. and that was get involved in the project, and throw out ideas, and give suggestions, and basically help her put it together. I can't just tell her do it... because she will start to cry, and just feel overwhelmed.. which is not what I want, and what kind of message does this send out.... or, I could just sit next to her... and throw out ideas... all while really wanting to read my book... but I DID NOT!!! In any case, I was met with much more enthusiasm, involvement and energy towards the assignment. (OK... so this is how the real story goes... she actually forgot the piece of paper at school with the assignment on it, and it was due today... (but in reality tomorrow in yesterday land)... so I find her, in a crumpled mess in her messy bedroom... devastated that she has forgotten her assignment. LUCKILY.... I just happened to have her friends phone number, which I dialed, ... because the girl couldn't do it... and I talked to her friend... and asked her for the piece of paper... which THANK THE GOOD GUY ABOVE THAT HAS BEEN PROVIDING US WITH BLUE SKIES FOR THE LAST THREE WEEKS that she actually did have! The Pip and I walked over to the friends house and retrieved the paper.... which is when I actually started flipping out ideas... because I noticed her sitting for a great deal of time getting frustrated with all the words and expectations.... OK people... this is a brochure... and advertisement for a summer spot that the child went to in the summertime.... this isn't making electricity or anything. BUT... the girl did not know how to make a BROCHURE, because the teacher had requested it as an advertisement, BUT, it had to have a letter attached to the back of it telling him (the teacher) all about personal experiences, BUT ALSO... to be creative, and add in extra options as far as special deals & rates they could have gotten at this vacation experience place. The request didn't quite fit what he wanted in actuality... which is why I came up with a brochure... and do 11 year olds know how to do a brochure... or an advertisement?? I don't know.. how do they learn this stuff.. and then they are asked to be creative... JESUS... she was just trying to absorb the basic expectations. Luckily... the antibiotics have been working nicely on her throat infection/Strep situation... so the PIP was ready and willing to take on this little assignment with the help of her assistant. It almost seems an evil plan of attach from a mother... but I just want the girl to feel success at diving into assignments, and getting them accomplished... she has a creative mind... but just isn't sure what she's supposed to do with it.. other than to make the stuffed dog Cicely AKA Prance talk, and move about the home.
OK... all nattered out... must run.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Hot day, summer in the city....
That's a song, I just don't know the rest of the words.... and currently it is cold out, or semi cold at least, or cold from where I am sitting, or standing, since I was just taking pictures of the backyard. All these things are highly unimportant, as I should be focusing on gathering my stuff for the stroke group today! I had great visions of making an orange poppyseed cake, but then I forgot, and now I have decided to bring tic-tacs instead... you know the orange kind! Not sure why this is... it just is!
OH.. I should take some photos of the gladiolas that I set in the laundry room.. now they are looking quite smart against the gentle green backdrop. AND yes, I am just assuming that glads are smart... because you know... even when you pick them, when they haven't come into bloom, they are still smart enough to open up. You can't say that for dahlias.
I sent the PIP to school. She's had four days worth of antibiotics, but her little nose is a bit of a tap. It is OK I think... she has her lip gloss with her, which will down shine the red under her nose, and move it to her lips. Or, at least that's the plan.
OH! and the big thing is... the KING took the plasticky-things off the ends of my ski poles. Now they just look like poles with handles....so tomorrow for sure I am trying them out at the walking group!
Must get ready for the sunny day... and all the treats that happens on sunny days!
OH.. I should take some photos of the gladiolas that I set in the laundry room.. now they are looking quite smart against the gentle green backdrop. AND yes, I am just assuming that glads are smart... because you know... even when you pick them, when they haven't come into bloom, they are still smart enough to open up. You can't say that for dahlias.
I sent the PIP to school. She's had four days worth of antibiotics, but her little nose is a bit of a tap. It is OK I think... she has her lip gloss with her, which will down shine the red under her nose, and move it to her lips. Or, at least that's the plan.
OH! and the big thing is... the KING took the plasticky-things off the ends of my ski poles. Now they just look like poles with handles....so tomorrow for sure I am trying them out at the walking group!
Must get ready for the sunny day... and all the treats that happens on sunny days!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Adjusting my brainpower:
The little Miss Pip stayed at home today. She has a sore throat. She looks kind of sore throatish. You know.. the squeagy eyes, and the lethargy, and the silence, and the not wanting to eat anything, and the messy locks hair, and the fact that she was up at 0715 and has been sitting in the big blue chair for 3 hours.
Hmmmm... and to think that I asked her if she was sure she couldn't go to school. Oh my PIP.
The boy on the otherhand got himself all fancied up with his favourite shorts, and favourite shirt (which didn't match today!) and the "do" and marched off to school. He will create humour and chaos in his path. I think it will follow him home, in the form of five other boys. I asked him why he couldn't just bring one friend home.. ... "CAN'T", were his words.
Currently I have a massive headache... but there is blue sky out there, and I was wishing to do THINGS, whatever that is... out there... perhaps I will reach into my magic cupboard of painkiller central, and vitamins and help myself to a bunch. Surely something should help me then... so I can get outside and do my junk... including taking a picture of the crows and buzzards on the swingers front lawn. I think I might wait and take that picture... and snap one in the evening.. when people have lawn chairs and are sitting amongst them all. Now that's a statement!
Hmmmm... and to think that I asked her if she was sure she couldn't go to school. Oh my PIP.
The boy on the otherhand got himself all fancied up with his favourite shorts, and favourite shirt (which didn't match today!) and the "do" and marched off to school. He will create humour and chaos in his path. I think it will follow him home, in the form of five other boys. I asked him why he couldn't just bring one friend home.. ... "CAN'T", were his words.
Currently I have a massive headache... but there is blue sky out there, and I was wishing to do THINGS, whatever that is... out there... perhaps I will reach into my magic cupboard of painkiller central, and vitamins and help myself to a bunch. Surely something should help me then... so I can get outside and do my junk... including taking a picture of the crows and buzzards on the swingers front lawn. I think I might wait and take that picture... and snap one in the evening.. when people have lawn chairs and are sitting amongst them all. Now that's a statement!
Here's a lead:
Google Tom Sears.
Whoever he is.
You will know when you get there!
I am in love with this man.
After you have googled him, you will know why.
Whoever he is.
You will know when you get there!
I am in love with this man.
After you have googled him, you will know why.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Spy central:
So these are the facts:
The black bears are out and about... cruising through the neighbourhoods like they have been here all along. (which they have, but they haven't).
These are the reports:
Two RCMP officers escorted two bears down the road the other day. (Most likely yearlings if they were together).
Another report from a fellow that he was out delivering his newspapers and he ended up being two feet away from one.
Pictures on the front of the local paper with a couple that had played with someone's clothesline.
Last night it was reported to me (from my bear watching station) that the GVRD closed roadway down at the local park because they had 19 bears on the road at one time. (With people stuck in the middle).
Where was I: NO WERE to be found.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! (This isn't a wine, it's more like a scream, but in a whisper, and my hands fly up, in exasperation). Whew. That was hard.
In other things that are challenging:
I read a story the other day. The girl wrote it. It was a cute story, and revealed the events of her summer. Clearly she spent her summer in CODE. I think out of the full page of squeagy but cute printing, there were about ten words spelled right. OK, I lie, make it eleven. And to think that I wanted her to go to Rocket Science School. ON that note... she did tell me that she now thinks that spelling is important, and she wishes to change her ways.... so she is thinking of reading more now. She indicated this morning that she was tired of getting 3 out of 20's on her spelling tests, oh wait that was last year. She has improved over the summer, this week she got 3 out of 10. Oh my PIP... so much to do, and so much blond hair to do it with. I maintain my statement of "as long as you raise them good common sense, with a little mix of humour, and they are good people to themselves & others.. the rest is gravy".
In the meantime time... I suggested to my PIP that although she wasn't assigned homework, perhaps the words themselves could be her homework... since it's going to be some HOME WORK to get her to learn how to spell her words.
It's walking day.. time to get my poles ready!
The black bears are out and about... cruising through the neighbourhoods like they have been here all along. (which they have, but they haven't).
These are the reports:
Two RCMP officers escorted two bears down the road the other day. (Most likely yearlings if they were together).
Another report from a fellow that he was out delivering his newspapers and he ended up being two feet away from one.
Pictures on the front of the local paper with a couple that had played with someone's clothesline.
Last night it was reported to me (from my bear watching station) that the GVRD closed roadway down at the local park because they had 19 bears on the road at one time. (With people stuck in the middle).
Where was I: NO WERE to be found.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! (This isn't a wine, it's more like a scream, but in a whisper, and my hands fly up, in exasperation). Whew. That was hard.
In other things that are challenging:
I read a story the other day. The girl wrote it. It was a cute story, and revealed the events of her summer. Clearly she spent her summer in CODE. I think out of the full page of squeagy but cute printing, there were about ten words spelled right. OK, I lie, make it eleven. And to think that I wanted her to go to Rocket Science School. ON that note... she did tell me that she now thinks that spelling is important, and she wishes to change her ways.... so she is thinking of reading more now. She indicated this morning that she was tired of getting 3 out of 20's on her spelling tests, oh wait that was last year. She has improved over the summer, this week she got 3 out of 10. Oh my PIP... so much to do, and so much blond hair to do it with. I maintain my statement of "as long as you raise them good common sense, with a little mix of humour, and they are good people to themselves & others.. the rest is gravy".
In the meantime time... I suggested to my PIP that although she wasn't assigned homework, perhaps the words themselves could be her homework... since it's going to be some HOME WORK to get her to learn how to spell her words.
It's walking day.. time to get my poles ready!
Saturday, September 06, 2008
that girl & other misc stories.
Just so you know..
The next number of stories might scare you... OK. Not really SCARE you... but I get the feeling that people might be frightened of the actual person on the other end of these stories, rather than the stories themselves. Just as an FYI.
That Pip of mine went to the mall with her friend. Quite scary. Yes, I should have been frightened, I told her to be smart with her money.. but wait.. she's blond. She doesn't comprehend that there is a stop light to the pot of gold at the end of her magical tunnel.
Just the other day I found a card... it cost 6.49. You have to be freaking kidding me... the card people really think that I am going to spend 6.49 for a card to the man I love. (choke sputter...but still love all the same)... You are right... I didn't buy it for I am not stupid... paper surely can't cost that much money, even with ink and a couple of words embossed on it. But then there's the PIP... she doesn't GET money. AT ALL. Damn you Lisa.. ! DAMN YOU!!! ( YOu see.. it was really me undermining the whole Grade 1 BB leaving - homeschooling-adventure.... ha ah ah ah ah ah ah)(don't ask people).. Ok not.. anyways... The PIP shows me her great CARD that she bought for her "da da"... guess the price... yes.. 6.49! OH.. that girl.....
In the meantime.. I am going to enter into the cheapbox zone.. and fill out a card, and write something nice in it. ( I will not mention that I almost took a picture with my phone of a card at the store the other day... just so I could remember the nice words that were written in it). I am truly pathetic. BUT A PROUD pathetic!
I don't believe that he really thinks that I am was going to buy a gift for him.. as I am not a gift giving wife. It's more like he is a present buying husband. AHA! I just thought of something for him... (as I am completely USLESS at originality... ) I am going to buy him a gift pass to the ice rink... so him and his BOYFRIENDS can skate with him. But you know.. in reality.. I am a gift of a wife... I let him do as he pleases (not that he wouldn't anyways.. but he doesn't need to know that), whenever he pleases. (Except for my SHORT stints in the casino world, but I need not mention that!)... (OH.. and neither should you... WHOEVER YOU MIGHT BE). But do not think that you hold ONE over my head... as I usually tell him of my adventures... eventually!
I wonder if I am RAMBO when it comes to RAMBLING. Now this is something that I am very good at. If only there was money attached to this... how SWEET.
oh.. DID I MENTION:
The other day I was thinking about walking poles. (You know ... the exercising kind... that cost anywhere from 60.00 - 80.00... of course I am of the CHEAPER SIDE OF LIFE mentality which I will directly blame from my SCOTTISH heritage of people that I never knew and just happened to have the last name of McKay ).. and my friend mentioned that for $20.00 you can take a course that will teach you how to learn with walking poles. I pondered the thought of picking up two sticks from GODS green earth, and then enroll myself into the one-day-walking-pole program, and wonder if THEY could teach me how to use the STICKS FROM GODS GREEN EARTH. I was sort of thinking that I would bring a hacksaw with me, that way if they weren't quite the right height I could immediately remedy that problem, and then I was also thinking that I might bring duct tape along ... in case they complained that I didn't have proper handle grips. Easily solved, on all accounts. Luckily my sister called me up, and TOTALLY inconvienced my simple life now that I do not HAVE to pick up children, and then asked me to pick up hers. What was I supposed to say.. NO... and besides.. her kids are so FREAKY FRIDAY cute..but I was inconvinced all the same, and I couldn't get any of my work done, and I didn't have time to enjoy the FRIDAY evening, and I didn't get my FRIDAY chores done.. but you know.. you just don't say things in life.. other than YES, I will help you. BUT.. somehow that all lead to GREAT KARMA... as I called my friend almost wishing to use her bathroom, but also called out of boredom because now I was WAITING for the nephews... I decided to call her again.. this time on her cell, or blackberry or whatever expensive item that she uses to communicate with her POSSE.. anyways she answered... I really wanted to scream... RELIEVE ME FROM MY TORTURE.. but I was composed and merely asked "where the hell are you?... are you coming to get your girl... great I will walk to your home.. even before she could almost say... Uh.. Deanna... why are you calling me...(the true psychotic self has been layed out for you folks, the inside look into my mind and the writing that follows suit... see!!! see how saved you are somedays from my CONSTANT natttering... )... anyways... the real story is... I see these SKI'S laying on somebodies lawn ( My friend told me that the guy had killed his wife.. wow, tough neighbourhood... and to think that this friend of mine was just complaining about the cougars... yes, one street down from your stomping ground LISALADY)... (Is that how you really became a cougar??? ssssssssssssssssss burn................ ha ah ahah a ahah). anyways.. LUCKY ME! I found some SKI poles! I can't wait to bring them to my walking group on Tuesday. I just can't wait! It should be so exciting... I am going to take them for a test run.. and just to trick people I am going to cut off the little circular thing that sits on tops of the points. I just can't wait. Surely the running den will take my 20.00 to teach me how to use ski poles as walking poles. I just wonder if this is going to have to be a remedial class. I bet they charge extra for that!
OK.. must fetch the handsomeson from the end of the road... down where they keep cars as pets.
The next number of stories might scare you... OK. Not really SCARE you... but I get the feeling that people might be frightened of the actual person on the other end of these stories, rather than the stories themselves. Just as an FYI.
That Pip of mine went to the mall with her friend. Quite scary. Yes, I should have been frightened, I told her to be smart with her money.. but wait.. she's blond. She doesn't comprehend that there is a stop light to the pot of gold at the end of her magical tunnel.
Just the other day I found a card... it cost 6.49. You have to be freaking kidding me... the card people really think that I am going to spend 6.49 for a card to the man I love. (choke sputter...but still love all the same)... You are right... I didn't buy it for I am not stupid... paper surely can't cost that much money, even with ink and a couple of words embossed on it. But then there's the PIP... she doesn't GET money. AT ALL. Damn you Lisa.. ! DAMN YOU!!! ( YOu see.. it was really me undermining the whole Grade 1 BB leaving - homeschooling-adventure.... ha ah ah ah ah ah ah)(don't ask people).. Ok not.. anyways... The PIP shows me her great CARD that she bought for her "da da"... guess the price... yes.. 6.49! OH.. that girl.....
In the meantime.. I am going to enter into the cheapbox zone.. and fill out a card, and write something nice in it. ( I will not mention that I almost took a picture with my phone of a card at the store the other day... just so I could remember the nice words that were written in it). I am truly pathetic. BUT A PROUD pathetic!
I don't believe that he really thinks that I am was going to buy a gift for him.. as I am not a gift giving wife. It's more like he is a present buying husband. AHA! I just thought of something for him... (as I am completely USLESS at originality... ) I am going to buy him a gift pass to the ice rink... so him and his BOYFRIENDS can skate with him. But you know.. in reality.. I am a gift of a wife... I let him do as he pleases (not that he wouldn't anyways.. but he doesn't need to know that), whenever he pleases. (Except for my SHORT stints in the casino world, but I need not mention that!)... (OH.. and neither should you... WHOEVER YOU MIGHT BE). But do not think that you hold ONE over my head... as I usually tell him of my adventures... eventually!
I wonder if I am RAMBO when it comes to RAMBLING. Now this is something that I am very good at. If only there was money attached to this... how SWEET.
oh.. DID I MENTION:
The other day I was thinking about walking poles. (You know ... the exercising kind... that cost anywhere from 60.00 - 80.00... of course I am of the CHEAPER SIDE OF LIFE mentality which I will directly blame from my SCOTTISH heritage of people that I never knew and just happened to have the last name of McKay ).. and my friend mentioned that for $20.00 you can take a course that will teach you how to learn with walking poles. I pondered the thought of picking up two sticks from GODS green earth, and then enroll myself into the one-day-walking-pole program, and wonder if THEY could teach me how to use the STICKS FROM GODS GREEN EARTH. I was sort of thinking that I would bring a hacksaw with me, that way if they weren't quite the right height I could immediately remedy that problem, and then I was also thinking that I might bring duct tape along ... in case they complained that I didn't have proper handle grips. Easily solved, on all accounts. Luckily my sister called me up, and TOTALLY inconvienced my simple life now that I do not HAVE to pick up children, and then asked me to pick up hers. What was I supposed to say.. NO... and besides.. her kids are so FREAKY FRIDAY cute..but I was inconvinced all the same, and I couldn't get any of my work done, and I didn't have time to enjoy the FRIDAY evening, and I didn't get my FRIDAY chores done.. but you know.. you just don't say things in life.. other than YES, I will help you. BUT.. somehow that all lead to GREAT KARMA... as I called my friend almost wishing to use her bathroom, but also called out of boredom because now I was WAITING for the nephews... I decided to call her again.. this time on her cell, or blackberry or whatever expensive item that she uses to communicate with her POSSE.. anyways she answered... I really wanted to scream... RELIEVE ME FROM MY TORTURE.. but I was composed and merely asked "where the hell are you?... are you coming to get your girl... great I will walk to your home.. even before she could almost say... Uh.. Deanna... why are you calling me...(the true psychotic self has been layed out for you folks, the inside look into my mind and the writing that follows suit... see!!! see how saved you are somedays from my CONSTANT natttering... )... anyways... the real story is... I see these SKI'S laying on somebodies lawn ( My friend told me that the guy had killed his wife.. wow, tough neighbourhood... and to think that this friend of mine was just complaining about the cougars... yes, one street down from your stomping ground LISALADY)... (Is that how you really became a cougar??? ssssssssssssssssss burn................ ha ah ahah a ahah). anyways.. LUCKY ME! I found some SKI poles! I can't wait to bring them to my walking group on Tuesday. I just can't wait! It should be so exciting... I am going to take them for a test run.. and just to trick people I am going to cut off the little circular thing that sits on tops of the points. I just can't wait. Surely the running den will take my 20.00 to teach me how to use ski poles as walking poles. I just wonder if this is going to have to be a remedial class. I bet they charge extra for that!
OK.. must fetch the handsomeson from the end of the road... down where they keep cars as pets.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Last night...
I introduced my friend "the cougar" to our other friends "the swingers".
It was a match made in heaven.
We celebrated by eating chicken wings. Lots of them.. because you know, around here you can get cheap chicken wings, with flavours & a dip for an added experience.
Maybe we (they) should start a group or something... "the cougar and the swinging carnivores".
I will stop, I have had no coffee yet. It shows.
It was a match made in heaven.
We celebrated by eating chicken wings. Lots of them.. because you know, around here you can get cheap chicken wings, with flavours & a dip for an added experience.
Maybe we (they) should start a group or something... "the cougar and the swinging carnivores".
I will stop, I have had no coffee yet. It shows.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Happy skies, all blue
I love the fall. Wait, it's summer. Yes, that is correct... after a number of weeks of horrid grey skies and flower killing plunging rain, the blue skies are back. And I'm happy. Too late for the flowers currently living wiltedly in my containers. I was out in the back yard garden that NOBODY sees, except me, or if you happen to wonder back yourself yesterday. I was milling about throwing dirt around, raking bark mulch, fixing flowers and conducting new plans for next year. This summer isn't officialy over for another two and a bit weeks, and I already have plans for next year. Oh well, just another three seasons to go through.
My neighbour that looks like my other neighbour from a slight distance came over yesterday and SPRAYED my lawn with harsh chemicals that I have been trying to avoid for the last year. (Ever since the weed/grass killer I put on the lawn BY ACCIDENT). It was this time last year that it looked like I owned a cheetah lawn spread, mind you the spots were brown, with green backing, so a bit different. Hopefully this will cure all the rampant weeds that are infesting my lawn, and making me completely unhappy. I think I would have been in a true state of unhappiness before this had I been cutting the lawn. But now that we have a very capable and almost willing participant cut our lawn, it has decreased my weed anxiety issues. However; I do walk over the lawn, and see the shambles anyways. I am extremely happy about my current state of chemical warfare. Some would argue that green is green, so it's all good. But it isn't... grass is grass is grass, and should be free to grow as grass, and not be infiltrated by things with little purple flowers, and wicked masses of clover... because I do not like clover that is all over. At all!
The PIPPY wore a beautiful jean SKORT to school today. This one fits her. Her current jean skort which she has had for two, maybe three years now is pretty much DONE. She has been wearing it on a constant basis, and is clearly in love with it. Todays' skort was on the loose side, and even more shrilling of a bad look, close to being baggy. (In reality.. it was a skirt with inset shorts that actually fits her). Hopefully she will get the feel of her new clothes, and continue to wear them... because her and her killer cuteness, along with her pink and orange slingback flats were adorable. If only I could have had HALF the cuteness that she has been blessed with! I took a picture of our street this morning... this was cute.. two girls waiting at the edge of the driveways waiting to be picked up by the PIP, where she meets one friend, and then walk down three houses to pick the other friend up...it was a cute sight to see.
Oh in other blue sky events that could raise some eyebrows:
I coloured my hair yesterday. It's deep chestnut brown, with a top hint of dark brown for added flavouring. It's a bit dark... almost too dark. But guess what.. it isn't grey, or bordering on orange... so I do not care... as long as I am not looking in a mirror. (Review mirrors are a killer).
I must be off... it's been silent here this morning, with only the coffee pot working out its jitters from the heating element. All this for 8:00 in the morning. Too weird.
My neighbour that looks like my other neighbour from a slight distance came over yesterday and SPRAYED my lawn with harsh chemicals that I have been trying to avoid for the last year. (Ever since the weed/grass killer I put on the lawn BY ACCIDENT). It was this time last year that it looked like I owned a cheetah lawn spread, mind you the spots were brown, with green backing, so a bit different. Hopefully this will cure all the rampant weeds that are infesting my lawn, and making me completely unhappy. I think I would have been in a true state of unhappiness before this had I been cutting the lawn. But now that we have a very capable and almost willing participant cut our lawn, it has decreased my weed anxiety issues. However; I do walk over the lawn, and see the shambles anyways. I am extremely happy about my current state of chemical warfare. Some would argue that green is green, so it's all good. But it isn't... grass is grass is grass, and should be free to grow as grass, and not be infiltrated by things with little purple flowers, and wicked masses of clover... because I do not like clover that is all over. At all!
The PIPPY wore a beautiful jean SKORT to school today. This one fits her. Her current jean skort which she has had for two, maybe three years now is pretty much DONE. She has been wearing it on a constant basis, and is clearly in love with it. Todays' skort was on the loose side, and even more shrilling of a bad look, close to being baggy. (In reality.. it was a skirt with inset shorts that actually fits her). Hopefully she will get the feel of her new clothes, and continue to wear them... because her and her killer cuteness, along with her pink and orange slingback flats were adorable. If only I could have had HALF the cuteness that she has been blessed with! I took a picture of our street this morning... this was cute.. two girls waiting at the edge of the driveways waiting to be picked up by the PIP, where she meets one friend, and then walk down three houses to pick the other friend up...it was a cute sight to see.
Oh in other blue sky events that could raise some eyebrows:
I coloured my hair yesterday. It's deep chestnut brown, with a top hint of dark brown for added flavouring. It's a bit dark... almost too dark. But guess what.. it isn't grey, or bordering on orange... so I do not care... as long as I am not looking in a mirror. (Review mirrors are a killer).
I must be off... it's been silent here this morning, with only the coffee pot working out its jitters from the heating element. All this for 8:00 in the morning. Too weird.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Time is flying.
I just watched the chicklets walk down the road.
Away they went to Middle School Land. It was an interesting sight. The boy walked with a sense of purpose & destination, without a miss in his step. He was on a mission, to get to school; and more importantly to stay 20 steps of his sister who was trailing behind him with her friends. I watched her as she hurridly made it to one friends house, and then gathered her next friend, and then I watched as all three washed through the trail, for their first day adventure.
It's 08:00 in the morning, and I am listening to the dryer tumble and whir. There are no little TV shows chattering away back at me as it used to be. Once upon a time it was the boy with his Arthur in the morning & the girl loved Clifford & Sagwa, and then last year she moved onto shows that screamed alot (family channel). Now she has tuned her interests to Jon & Kate plus 8, and the cartoon shows have been left in the dust. (Her brother has complained bitterly about this over the years... "her and her baby shows"...(just because he read the paper in the morning when he was that age).
So it's me, my recycling, and the laundry. Good times on the crescent!
Away they went to Middle School Land. It was an interesting sight. The boy walked with a sense of purpose & destination, without a miss in his step. He was on a mission, to get to school; and more importantly to stay 20 steps of his sister who was trailing behind him with her friends. I watched her as she hurridly made it to one friends house, and then gathered her next friend, and then I watched as all three washed through the trail, for their first day adventure.
It's 08:00 in the morning, and I am listening to the dryer tumble and whir. There are no little TV shows chattering away back at me as it used to be. Once upon a time it was the boy with his Arthur in the morning & the girl loved Clifford & Sagwa, and then last year she moved onto shows that screamed alot (family channel). Now she has tuned her interests to Jon & Kate plus 8, and the cartoon shows have been left in the dust. (Her brother has complained bitterly about this over the years... "her and her baby shows"...(just because he read the paper in the morning when he was that age).
So it's me, my recycling, and the laundry. Good times on the crescent!
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
We're off to the races!
First day of school, all thirty minutes of it.
One chicklet in Grade 8 & one in Grade 6.
Should be very EXCITING!!
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
One chicklet in Grade 8 & one in Grade 6.
Should be very EXCITING!!
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Living large
I am blogging from another dimension. I have entered laptop world. I haven't bothered opening a user guide to become familiar with this thing... so I am finding out as I go. It doesn't help that I am drinking a glass of red wine, so things should go down hill pretty fast from here!
Tomorrow is my last MONDAY where I am free. After this... it's rollerblades on... until JUNE. I wonder what I will be doing in June... I wonder if I will still be skulking along... doing my same weekend job?? A mystery lies ahead I think.
So..in other things that I like to think about..
I went downtown the other day... and I decided that I like the sounds of seagulls, and the echo they create against the buildings. Seagulls in the city. It could be a new rock band or something.
I talked to my friend who is at the moment living large. How does one go from visiting a dietician, make her way through a Tim.Horton's drive-thru, and then call me in hysterics telling me that she is gathering up White.Spot for dinner. I admire her conviction!
We had ants living large here the other day. I kept feeding them my ant bait, and with every puddle of ant juice I added to the floor, the more they told their friends. At one point I had to moving masses of brown on either side of my fridge. I was completely tempted to take the vacuum to them... but I was patient to keep feeding them.... and, now today, I believe they are completely buffeted out DEAD ants. Insert smile here _______.
I am currently sipping a glass of red wine, and cruising thru the internet world while seated at my bar stool place in the kitchen. The lovely PIP is busily playing a girl game on the computer next to me. I love wireless. It has been kind to me.
Let's see what the living large husbandman is doing: watching rich bride poor bride. He appears content... oh wait, he is back to watching his earth show about the plates in the earth, and the rockies.
We just gback a bit ago from the outdoor pool. My girl and her friend had it all to themselves, complete with two lifeguards to keep them safe. I say incredible people. I think tomorrow we may check out the other outdoor pool, to say an official good-bye to summer.
On that note... enough of this living large... I must go and watch the earth show with the husbandman... he will certainly not be amused that I have taken an interesights in his television delights.
Tomorrow is my last MONDAY where I am free. After this... it's rollerblades on... until JUNE. I wonder what I will be doing in June... I wonder if I will still be skulking along... doing my same weekend job?? A mystery lies ahead I think.
So..in other things that I like to think about..
I went downtown the other day... and I decided that I like the sounds of seagulls, and the echo they create against the buildings. Seagulls in the city. It could be a new rock band or something.
I talked to my friend who is at the moment living large. How does one go from visiting a dietician, make her way through a Tim.Horton's drive-thru, and then call me in hysterics telling me that she is gathering up White.Spot for dinner. I admire her conviction!
We had ants living large here the other day. I kept feeding them my ant bait, and with every puddle of ant juice I added to the floor, the more they told their friends. At one point I had to moving masses of brown on either side of my fridge. I was completely tempted to take the vacuum to them... but I was patient to keep feeding them.... and, now today, I believe they are completely buffeted out DEAD ants. Insert smile here _______.
I am currently sipping a glass of red wine, and cruising thru the internet world while seated at my bar stool place in the kitchen. The lovely PIP is busily playing a girl game on the computer next to me. I love wireless. It has been kind to me.
Let's see what the living large husbandman is doing: watching rich bride poor bride. He appears content... oh wait, he is back to watching his earth show about the plates in the earth, and the rockies.
We just gback a bit ago from the outdoor pool. My girl and her friend had it all to themselves, complete with two lifeguards to keep them safe. I say incredible people. I think tomorrow we may check out the other outdoor pool, to say an official good-bye to summer.
On that note... enough of this living large... I must go and watch the earth show with the husbandman... he will certainly not be amused that I have taken an interesights in his television delights.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Well... it's psycho Tuesday.
Although that statement alone may be an understatement as to the rest of the days of the week, not to sure on that one.
I almost gave up my volunteer walk leader position this morning. I was (_) this close. The person at the front counter royally pissed me off to no end, and basically embarassed me in front of total strangers waiting to buy theatre tickets, then dismissed me as she had no time to help me because there was a line up of people. All this, after I went to sign in for my walking group. Forgive me for not signing in at the beginning of the session, when I find it most inconvenient only because walking members join us after we have started walking, and then I have to go sign in again, which is time consuming, and guess what... I am not into redundancy.. it makes me nuts. So guess what I did people... I called the person that manages the walking department for the city and complained. Yes, complained. I am a fourty something year old woman that spends two mornings a week volunteering for a program that I believe is important only to be berated in front of complete strangers because of PERCEIVED incompetency. Uhhm.. no thanks. I can find other things to do, and other friends to walk with.
Yes people.. it's psycho Tuesday...
Of course after that I called Telus... which makes me even crazier....imagine that.
I suggested that I should have a star next to my name, which in my field of work makes me aware that there is something "different" about that patient... like ISOLATION!... and therefore a bit more cautious when coming across them, or more importantly when entering their room. The poor guy asked me my telus account number... which I don't have a clue of... and then he asked me my husbands social insurance number. Then I asked him why I would have that? AND then.. I continued on that even though I happily loved my husband, he was in fact completely stunted in the TELUS department of things, and to never never never ask me of the SIN again, because I simply do not have it, nor am I going to make the attempts to retrieve it. In this day of age when passwords and even more passwords are required to access bank accounts I asked the guy that they should set up a special question that I could answer each and every time... because I was never ever going to look up account numbers, when I practically had to divulge my weight when I was 18 years old to get them to even take my call, surely they could come up with an easier telephone practice. Lucky for me he got the thumbs up from his supervisor to take the call... I really think I have an asterisk in front of my name after all.
Yes people, it's psycho Tuesday alright.
I almost gave up my volunteer walk leader position this morning. I was (_) this close. The person at the front counter royally pissed me off to no end, and basically embarassed me in front of total strangers waiting to buy theatre tickets, then dismissed me as she had no time to help me because there was a line up of people. All this, after I went to sign in for my walking group. Forgive me for not signing in at the beginning of the session, when I find it most inconvenient only because walking members join us after we have started walking, and then I have to go sign in again, which is time consuming, and guess what... I am not into redundancy.. it makes me nuts. So guess what I did people... I called the person that manages the walking department for the city and complained. Yes, complained. I am a fourty something year old woman that spends two mornings a week volunteering for a program that I believe is important only to be berated in front of complete strangers because of PERCEIVED incompetency. Uhhm.. no thanks. I can find other things to do, and other friends to walk with.
Yes people.. it's psycho Tuesday...
Of course after that I called Telus... which makes me even crazier....imagine that.
I suggested that I should have a star next to my name, which in my field of work makes me aware that there is something "different" about that patient... like ISOLATION!... and therefore a bit more cautious when coming across them, or more importantly when entering their room. The poor guy asked me my telus account number... which I don't have a clue of... and then he asked me my husbands social insurance number. Then I asked him why I would have that? AND then.. I continued on that even though I happily loved my husband, he was in fact completely stunted in the TELUS department of things, and to never never never ask me of the SIN again, because I simply do not have it, nor am I going to make the attempts to retrieve it. In this day of age when passwords and even more passwords are required to access bank accounts I asked the guy that they should set up a special question that I could answer each and every time... because I was never ever going to look up account numbers, when I practically had to divulge my weight when I was 18 years old to get them to even take my call, surely they could come up with an easier telephone practice. Lucky for me he got the thumbs up from his supervisor to take the call... I really think I have an asterisk in front of my name after all.
Yes people, it's psycho Tuesday alright.
Monday, August 25, 2008
The Monday Report
All quiet, except for the washer and dryer. See, I believe that is quiet, even when it isn't.
The KING, and "The Till" have headed off to work for the day. She loves this whole work thing... and waits for The King to invite her every Monday. How kind of the King.
To recap the past couple of days:
Friday we headed down/across/over to Centennial Beach with the four children. The event was incredibly funny, the whole time. I am not clear on the details other than.... we brought the little Pipsters stuffed "prance" with her, and Gramerica. These two are a lethal combination of humour. Remember those wierd wooden dolls that people would sit on their laps and make talk? well this is the same thing, but in stuffed animal form, and with the exception that the stuffed dog prance doesn't just have to sit on one's lap. (Hence the picture of her in the tree a couple of posts back).
Saturday = work = hell. No kidding. People were putting out fires all over the place, and I was the control center.
Sunday = work = hell, but one floor up... say the linen department, but a big sale, a really big sale.
While I was waiting for THE KING to prepare the dinner festivities I took off to see the bears. (Well, really.. what else should the QUEEN mother do to humour herself, but keep herself busy??) I should say BEAR, but you know.. it's fun to think in plurals. The people in the homestead were doing "their thing", and I invited some happy onlookers, but I had no takers. Just as I rolled around to my viewing spot corner, these two men waved their arms and indicated for me to stop the car... uhm... OK. (they had a little dog on leash...which in my mind SCREAMS they are safe).. they asked if I could help them jump their car... uhmm... little dog= safety or.... wait till someone else comes along.... then they tell me their wives are waiting at the van. OH... well of course... NO BRAINER. They did say I was brave for stopping... ( I did not tell them that this little NON intersection in the woods is busier than a stop light in downtown Vancouver at this time of bear viewing!).. anyways... they tried jumpstarting their car, but not before scaring me with jumper cables, and I had to ask if they knew what they were doing ... only because they really didn't seem 3000 percent positive how to jumpstart a car. (At that moment I envisioned myself, and my blown up battery of the indigo mazda 5 sitting there,.. oh, and I didn't bother with the cell phone, as that was charging on my counter...do we really need to be connected 24/7... ??? That answer would be YES!) I eventually drove the two men back home, so they could pick up a vehicle that worked, and I headed back to see the bears, which I eventually got to see.
One of my bear watching friends stopped me and was snickering away that I was the person that they had found to help them. He said he started laughing when he saw my car ... faced the wrong way jump starting the other car... I told him I had a motive.. that they needed to get their beastly van out of my viewing location... which is exactly where it was parked. I almost have a reserved sign that has gone up in my spot now, and wheel grooves that fit my car perfectly.
Well... day ONE of Sasamat... I have to go and remove children from their dens.
The KING, and "The Till" have headed off to work for the day. She loves this whole work thing... and waits for The King to invite her every Monday. How kind of the King.
To recap the past couple of days:
Friday we headed down/across/over to Centennial Beach with the four children. The event was incredibly funny, the whole time. I am not clear on the details other than.... we brought the little Pipsters stuffed "prance" with her, and Gramerica. These two are a lethal combination of humour. Remember those wierd wooden dolls that people would sit on their laps and make talk? well this is the same thing, but in stuffed animal form, and with the exception that the stuffed dog prance doesn't just have to sit on one's lap. (Hence the picture of her in the tree a couple of posts back).
Saturday = work = hell. No kidding. People were putting out fires all over the place, and I was the control center.
Sunday = work = hell, but one floor up... say the linen department, but a big sale, a really big sale.
While I was waiting for THE KING to prepare the dinner festivities I took off to see the bears. (Well, really.. what else should the QUEEN mother do to humour herself, but keep herself busy??) I should say BEAR, but you know.. it's fun to think in plurals. The people in the homestead were doing "their thing", and I invited some happy onlookers, but I had no takers. Just as I rolled around to my viewing spot corner, these two men waved their arms and indicated for me to stop the car... uhm... OK. (they had a little dog on leash...which in my mind SCREAMS they are safe).. they asked if I could help them jump their car... uhmm... little dog= safety or.... wait till someone else comes along.... then they tell me their wives are waiting at the van. OH... well of course... NO BRAINER. They did say I was brave for stopping... ( I did not tell them that this little NON intersection in the woods is busier than a stop light in downtown Vancouver at this time of bear viewing!).. anyways... they tried jumpstarting their car, but not before scaring me with jumper cables, and I had to ask if they knew what they were doing ... only because they really didn't seem 3000 percent positive how to jumpstart a car. (At that moment I envisioned myself, and my blown up battery of the indigo mazda 5 sitting there,.. oh, and I didn't bother with the cell phone, as that was charging on my counter...do we really need to be connected 24/7... ??? That answer would be YES!) I eventually drove the two men back home, so they could pick up a vehicle that worked, and I headed back to see the bears, which I eventually got to see.
One of my bear watching friends stopped me and was snickering away that I was the person that they had found to help them. He said he started laughing when he saw my car ... faced the wrong way jump starting the other car... I told him I had a motive.. that they needed to get their beastly van out of my viewing location... which is exactly where it was parked. I almost have a reserved sign that has gone up in my spot now, and wheel grooves that fit my car perfectly.
Well... day ONE of Sasamat... I have to go and remove children from their dens.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Hairdo of the day award...
I switched and I switched
In other things that I couldn't take home:
Was a morning shot with adequate lighting. I figured that I would have to come home, and do some research on the computer about this. The morning light was not at all orange, well, I guess it had some tints of orange, but not this drastic. I changed my camera settings with each click, just to see if I could get a morning shot that represented the colours that I visualized, which never came to be. Everything I did came out orange. The picture above was maybe the closest I got to the actual colours of the moment. This camera duty keeps me always thinking and learning, this isn't a complaint.
Speaking of split personalities
The dog and the girl
Speaking of...
Here's an example of what I see... there was a car further off in the distance, just gone down the road, and then there was one parked facing it's headlights towards us, and then the little lady with the silent golf came cruising along. Now these bears stand, and wait, and sometimes they will walk straight across the road, and then become scared, or for some reason not feel it's safe to cross into the blueberry fields, and turn around and come back, which really is truly amazing! Only because behind the bushes on the left is only a peapod of the size of the blueberry fields to the right of the trees.
three for two
I was in my regular bear watching spot when mama and her two cubs came flying out of the fields. It is incredible to watch wilderness in action, because at first I just saw mama, and then I was able to see a cub behind her, which I thought was interesting, only because you rarely see one cub in the mix. Shortly after, there was the second cub that popped out from the bushes, and they were all very quick to disappear. I was able to get a couple of shots of both the cubs, but they were not the intensity that I crave, so this is the best there is. AND... here is my secret about being a bear watcher. Cars continuously bypass this spot, and drive down the roads to look in the fields, and yes, I have had my success at seeing bears in the field, but I am content to sit in one spot, and wait... because if you can see in the upper centre of this picture... there was a vehicle just gone past... these bears are very smart, and they wait for no noise before they cross. I can't tell you how many times vehicles cruise through, and then after they have just gone, out comes a bear. Last night was a good night. I saw 6 bears, but then I had some double crossers (as in they walk to the right, to the blueberry fields, and then return back into the bushes). So I had a total of 10 bear sightings last night. One, was rather huge, almost monster like, in fact he was just that a big blueberry eating monster... and too boot, a rather timid one. As he was the guy that came scooting back out of the fields.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Shock of schocks
It's raining!
The flowers are officially destroyed. the children have left the homestead in an effort for me to NOT take them swimming, and the dog is busily shedding clumps of fur all over the home. It is a good thing that I ran around here like an idiot yesterday morning ensuring that the house would NOT be a shambles today. I am a fool. I should have done NOTHING yestereday morning, and it would still be the same today. Except that the floor is clean, so is the laundry, so are the dishes, but with an extra layer of dog fur droppings to make me slightly hostile. Oh, and the rain is making my eyebrows furrough. See, I told you I would complain.
In other things more fun:
We went to the PNE yesterday. It was good fun. I did not buy a MOP from the marketplace, as the girl suggested that I should just take deep breathes and remove myself from the mop lady demonstrator. I love the mop people at the marketplace. I mean... where else in the world can you make the most important cleaning decision of your life, by having someone demonstrate how great their cleaning tools can actually work, which makes me, a happy CLEAN homeowner. I really wanted the MOP. I really did. I also wanted the Dead Sea Salt therapy, but opted out of that since a jar of it was $40.00 I looked it up this morning on line, and I can get a jar of Dead Sea Salts shipped to me for $7.99. That might have been a good call, but one never knows. Then I wanted to purchase the whole nail kit thingy... you know the buffer and polisher and the shiner and then double shiny shiner coupled with the pumous stone, but not a pumous stone for the same $40.00 price tag. I was torn. Instead I bought two clocks for ten bucks. In all my efforts to remain younger looking with the non purchased age defying beauty products, now I can just watch time slip away.... I might just send away for the Dead Sea Salts....I could be 22 again before you know it.
Oh wouldn't you know.. it's time to do more laundry. Damn clocks.
The flowers are officially destroyed. the children have left the homestead in an effort for me to NOT take them swimming, and the dog is busily shedding clumps of fur all over the home. It is a good thing that I ran around here like an idiot yesterday morning ensuring that the house would NOT be a shambles today. I am a fool. I should have done NOTHING yestereday morning, and it would still be the same today. Except that the floor is clean, so is the laundry, so are the dishes, but with an extra layer of dog fur droppings to make me slightly hostile. Oh, and the rain is making my eyebrows furrough. See, I told you I would complain.
In other things more fun:
We went to the PNE yesterday. It was good fun. I did not buy a MOP from the marketplace, as the girl suggested that I should just take deep breathes and remove myself from the mop lady demonstrator. I love the mop people at the marketplace. I mean... where else in the world can you make the most important cleaning decision of your life, by having someone demonstrate how great their cleaning tools can actually work, which makes me, a happy CLEAN homeowner. I really wanted the MOP. I really did. I also wanted the Dead Sea Salt therapy, but opted out of that since a jar of it was $40.00 I looked it up this morning on line, and I can get a jar of Dead Sea Salts shipped to me for $7.99. That might have been a good call, but one never knows. Then I wanted to purchase the whole nail kit thingy... you know the buffer and polisher and the shiner and then double shiny shiner coupled with the pumous stone, but not a pumous stone for the same $40.00 price tag. I was torn. Instead I bought two clocks for ten bucks. In all my efforts to remain younger looking with the non purchased age defying beauty products, now I can just watch time slip away.... I might just send away for the Dead Sea Salts....I could be 22 again before you know it.
Oh wouldn't you know.. it's time to do more laundry. Damn clocks.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Baking & Boiling
You might think that is kitchen talk... it would be, if you were reading someone elses blog.
Rather, I am talking about the WEATHER. It's quite extreme at the moment. Tomorrow it will be raining... so you know.. I might complain about that then.
In other things to complain about:
Currently I am looking a bit like a wild woman. Almost Carol Burnett Nora Desmond like. I will fix that before I go to see the bears in TWO minutes... we wouldn't want to really scare them.
Must be quick... the light will escapes me quickly at this time of year... and as you good and faithful readers know.. I like my lightnights.
Rather, I am talking about the WEATHER. It's quite extreme at the moment. Tomorrow it will be raining... so you know.. I might complain about that then.
In other things to complain about:
Currently I am looking a bit like a wild woman. Almost Carol Burnett Nora Desmond like. I will fix that before I go to see the bears in TWO minutes... we wouldn't want to really scare them.
Must be quick... the light will escapes me quickly at this time of year... and as you good and faithful readers know.. I like my lightnights.
Here's a story for you..
The boy is currently looking after the neighbours fish. These people feed the fish twice a day, and probably more when it's sunshiny out.. but I can not be for certain. One thing for certain is that the know-it-all husbandman insisted that he wasn't going to feed those fish more than once a day.... (sssshhh... don't tell the neighbours....). So me, being all big about myself reminded the husbandman of years gone past... way off in our memories, 9as in back in our TWENTIES)that even combined we still can't come up with a strong visualization... on less of course you throw some names in the mix....
Beefy, Smudgy & Tankboss.
Yes people, we had a big fish tank. I don't know how many fish we had... but I know you can count.. so you know we had at least three. Now these fish were the perfection of high maintenance. Beefy & Smudgy were twins, I think they were the GIANT Angel Fish (silver with black stripes), and were pretty cool. Then there was Tankboss, who was black with gold flecks, and also a GIANT Angel Fish... except that he had a bit of a problem... if we didn't feed him at regular intervals, I think he became hypoglycemic, and then fell to the bottom of the tank, until we fed him. Many times I was on my hands and knees with a fish net, swishing Tankboss around the tank and shaking a food tin over him. It seemed to work every time. He flickered his little gills and glided around with the net probing him to eat, and miraculously he recovered. It could have been attention seeking behaviour since Beefy & Smudgy had each other, and were inseparable. This went on forever, and people didn't even believe me when I told them about our hypoglycemic fish. How odd is that?
And now.. the KINGLY Sir husbandman has taken it upon himself to decide when the fish get fed. See, I think I am losing my mind... well, clearly this man has lost his.... feeding the fish... for only once a day....
OH... and here is a Sunday evening quiz... guess who named the fish.... ??
Beefy, Smudgy & Tankboss.
Yes people, we had a big fish tank. I don't know how many fish we had... but I know you can count.. so you know we had at least three. Now these fish were the perfection of high maintenance. Beefy & Smudgy were twins, I think they were the GIANT Angel Fish (silver with black stripes), and were pretty cool. Then there was Tankboss, who was black with gold flecks, and also a GIANT Angel Fish... except that he had a bit of a problem... if we didn't feed him at regular intervals, I think he became hypoglycemic, and then fell to the bottom of the tank, until we fed him. Many times I was on my hands and knees with a fish net, swishing Tankboss around the tank and shaking a food tin over him. It seemed to work every time. He flickered his little gills and glided around with the net probing him to eat, and miraculously he recovered. It could have been attention seeking behaviour since Beefy & Smudgy had each other, and were inseparable. This went on forever, and people didn't even believe me when I told them about our hypoglycemic fish. How odd is that?
And now.. the KINGLY Sir husbandman has taken it upon himself to decide when the fish get fed. See, I think I am losing my mind... well, clearly this man has lost his.... feeding the fish... for only once a day....
OH... and here is a Sunday evening quiz... guess who named the fish.... ??
Thursday, August 14, 2008
In the company of cheerful ladies!
This is a perfectly enjoyable book for a quick summertime read! I also have read the Kalahari Typing School for Men. I think this is a series, although they can stand alone as well.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
CANADA gets GOLD!
This should be a new sport... how about running back up the waterslide hills? I watched gold star performances yesterday in this very event!
IN real life OLYMPICS we haven't "come across" a gold.. but you know... our time will come.
Onto other things that really do not matter:
The household is sleeping. That would be because nobody under the age of 14 goes to bed at night, however; the over 20 year old crowd finds it far easier to go to bed!
Yesterdays summertime excitement involved a drive out to Chilliwack, to the TransCanada waterslides. The PIP and her cousins flew up and down the tubes all day. It was delicious fun for those that like that sort of thing. I do not find it delicious fun, and even though I got to sport 14.00 dollars worth of a green arm band, I wasn't extremely interested in joining in on the event. It appeared that I was one of the few that suffered from the same non-fun approach to life. Oh well, I suck!
I do win in the EAGLE EYE event. Later on in the evening, after the driving event which I did fill up with shell bronze gas I might add, AND after we had been down to see ONE big huge black bear cross the street (he didn't try to eat us, and we didn't try to shoot him)... and after running into Mr. Pickaspat living his dreams through a car dealership RUBICON testdrive it forever take, the PIP and I went down to the video store. From way out across the parking lot I spotted a piece of paper. I rolled into the spot, right over the top of the paper.. kind of like hovering over a fresh kill ( I watched this last week on Grouse Mountain, with the birds of prey demonstration)... and then I said to PIP, look under the car... and there you have it.. plain as day. A nice fresh TWENTY dollar bill for her spending pleasure. I have to admit.. when I drove in I heard a mother yelling (they were a distance away from each other) at her teenage daughter about "something", and the daughter saying back to her mother.. "she doesn't know where ...." but then it faded out. I just let PIP pull out the jackpot from under the car, and saved myself 17 dollars and 26 cents in the process.
I think that the PIP could win a medal in the GOLD digger event for CANADA. There, that could be our first.
IN real life OLYMPICS we haven't "come across" a gold.. but you know... our time will come.
Onto other things that really do not matter:
The household is sleeping. That would be because nobody under the age of 14 goes to bed at night, however; the over 20 year old crowd finds it far easier to go to bed!
Yesterdays summertime excitement involved a drive out to Chilliwack, to the TransCanada waterslides. The PIP and her cousins flew up and down the tubes all day. It was delicious fun for those that like that sort of thing. I do not find it delicious fun, and even though I got to sport 14.00 dollars worth of a green arm band, I wasn't extremely interested in joining in on the event. It appeared that I was one of the few that suffered from the same non-fun approach to life. Oh well, I suck!
I do win in the EAGLE EYE event. Later on in the evening, after the driving event which I did fill up with shell bronze gas I might add, AND after we had been down to see ONE big huge black bear cross the street (he didn't try to eat us, and we didn't try to shoot him)... and after running into Mr. Pickaspat living his dreams through a car dealership RUBICON testdrive it forever take, the PIP and I went down to the video store. From way out across the parking lot I spotted a piece of paper. I rolled into the spot, right over the top of the paper.. kind of like hovering over a fresh kill ( I watched this last week on Grouse Mountain, with the birds of prey demonstration)... and then I said to PIP, look under the car... and there you have it.. plain as day. A nice fresh TWENTY dollar bill for her spending pleasure. I have to admit.. when I drove in I heard a mother yelling (they were a distance away from each other) at her teenage daughter about "something", and the daughter saying back to her mother.. "she doesn't know where ...." but then it faded out. I just let PIP pull out the jackpot from under the car, and saved myself 17 dollars and 26 cents in the process.
I think that the PIP could win a medal in the GOLD digger event for CANADA. There, that could be our first.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Monday countdown...
There are exactly four more Mondays before I return to my group. I have about 10 Mondays worth of work to accomplish to be organized!
That's OK.. I will get my SH#& together quickly enough... OK.. that's a hopefully on that one.
The husbandman and girliegirl made it back from their weekend excursion at Loon Lake. The Pippy had a great time.. (how could you not having another same aged webkins loving blonds to keep you company!).
The blue sky has made it back to our homestead, but that wasn't before it ransacked all the flowers and left them feeling like binge drinkers gun wild. Everything is sitting with that stunned look of ... "oh god.. I don't think I will do that again..." So they are recuperating today, and tomorrow, and next week... and in actuality they probably wont recover. I am going to give them a good hit of their blue juice and maybe that will bring them back to life.
I have exactly enough cream to make it through two cups of coffee this morning. I have nothing left in the fridge to turn my coffee cup a bit on the brown side, rather than black. I am hopeful that my guestimates are correct... otherwise this could be a Monday morning coffee disaster. Who knows what could happen to the rest of the day.. will I only kind of snap and be crazy, or will I be completely crazy anyways? It's hard to know, with all the vitamins masking the situation!
I am not making plans for anything today....I have my book that I need to read... because the book club is coming up on Wednesday ( you would think that it was some ANNUAL event that one must attend every year)... but you know... I like to attend... so I should read the book.
I am off now to do things that happen on a Monday.
That's OK.. I will get my SH#& together quickly enough... OK.. that's a hopefully on that one.
The husbandman and girliegirl made it back from their weekend excursion at Loon Lake. The Pippy had a great time.. (how could you not having another same aged webkins loving blonds to keep you company!).
The blue sky has made it back to our homestead, but that wasn't before it ransacked all the flowers and left them feeling like binge drinkers gun wild. Everything is sitting with that stunned look of ... "oh god.. I don't think I will do that again..." So they are recuperating today, and tomorrow, and next week... and in actuality they probably wont recover. I am going to give them a good hit of their blue juice and maybe that will bring them back to life.
I have exactly enough cream to make it through two cups of coffee this morning. I have nothing left in the fridge to turn my coffee cup a bit on the brown side, rather than black. I am hopeful that my guestimates are correct... otherwise this could be a Monday morning coffee disaster. Who knows what could happen to the rest of the day.. will I only kind of snap and be crazy, or will I be completely crazy anyways? It's hard to know, with all the vitamins masking the situation!
I am not making plans for anything today....I have my book that I need to read... because the book club is coming up on Wednesday ( you would think that it was some ANNUAL event that one must attend every year)... but you know... I like to attend... so I should read the book.
I am off now to do things that happen on a Monday.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Snow Flower and the Secret Fan
I really liked this book... I finished it while I was away.... on the shores of Shushwap Lake.Saturday slush party
I think if we added ice to the great downpour that we are currently experiencing... and a package of crystal.light... it would be a slush party. I think.
I am having a house of ONE party at the moment. The boy left for the day, while I was at work, and since the KING is off doing some KING camping with the PIP, I am alone......
Here's my complaint_______________________________.
Exactly, you see my point.
I should be having alcohol... it just seems the right thing to do... but then... when drinking just doesn't come extremely natural (sorry LUJZA!), it's just kind of hard to do on your own. Damn.
I went to work today. I wish I didn't, but then I wish for things like lotteries too, so you know..it's just one of the many zillion things that I wish for.
I am just pounding back the PINK crystal.light (sorry again LUJZA), and I might need to concoct another plastic cup of the jo-jo juice... it's quite refreshing..... when you are alone, in a silent house, with only a wet but drying dog for company.
I am avoiding things like putting away bags, and clothes, and throwing around laundry... and those details of life. They just bore me to tears... but I will not cry.. I will remain strong.. here, on my lonesome.
I need my boy here, and we would compose a song together... about being silent and alone, and it would be woefilled, and idiotic... truly to our liking.
It's a good thing that I did not try and water my flowers last evening... I think I would see little ARKS floating about the homeland. I did water one container that does not get wet when it pours with rain... so it was a good thing that I did it last night, and not tonight... that would only serve to help the neighbours continue their thoughts about having a crazy psycho woman living on the crescent.
OH.. and in things that might be important to my life:
I think I really want that (ick ick ick ick ick) full time job. Not that I want to work full time.. because I don't ... but more importantly it will get me away from doing my current job... which at the end of any given day.. I just don't care for. (I can't say I HATE IT any longer due to the sister in law starting the same job)... I have to try and be nice about my current state of affairs.
I think I am full up to my eyebrows with crystal light.. maybe I should take up drinking on my lonesome... that way I wouldn't have water dripping from above my eyes. (i am just kidding for those non chucklers out there).
SHIT... I have things calling to me... I guess I have to do them... AH.. but wait.. I just remembered that I have a book to read as well... and I think it is to be a good book... so now I am off... to procrastinate just a little longer... now there is something I am really good at... FACE IT... I bet you are too!
I am having a house of ONE party at the moment. The boy left for the day, while I was at work, and since the KING is off doing some KING camping with the PIP, I am alone......
Here's my complaint_______________________________.
Exactly, you see my point.
I should be having alcohol... it just seems the right thing to do... but then... when drinking just doesn't come extremely natural (sorry LUJZA!), it's just kind of hard to do on your own. Damn.
I went to work today. I wish I didn't, but then I wish for things like lotteries too, so you know..it's just one of the many zillion things that I wish for.
I am just pounding back the PINK crystal.light (sorry again LUJZA), and I might need to concoct another plastic cup of the jo-jo juice... it's quite refreshing..... when you are alone, in a silent house, with only a wet but drying dog for company.
I am avoiding things like putting away bags, and clothes, and throwing around laundry... and those details of life. They just bore me to tears... but I will not cry.. I will remain strong.. here, on my lonesome.
I need my boy here, and we would compose a song together... about being silent and alone, and it would be woefilled, and idiotic... truly to our liking.
It's a good thing that I did not try and water my flowers last evening... I think I would see little ARKS floating about the homeland. I did water one container that does not get wet when it pours with rain... so it was a good thing that I did it last night, and not tonight... that would only serve to help the neighbours continue their thoughts about having a crazy psycho woman living on the crescent.
OH.. and in things that might be important to my life:
I think I really want that (ick ick ick ick ick) full time job. Not that I want to work full time.. because I don't ... but more importantly it will get me away from doing my current job... which at the end of any given day.. I just don't care for. (I can't say I HATE IT any longer due to the sister in law starting the same job)... I have to try and be nice about my current state of affairs.
I think I am full up to my eyebrows with crystal light.. maybe I should take up drinking on my lonesome... that way I wouldn't have water dripping from above my eyes. (i am just kidding for those non chucklers out there).
SHIT... I have things calling to me... I guess I have to do them... AH.. but wait.. I just remembered that I have a book to read as well... and I think it is to be a good book... so now I am off... to procrastinate just a little longer... now there is something I am really good at... FACE IT... I bet you are too!
Friday, August 08, 2008
I'm back
I am back from my holiday, although I wasn't really on one, it was more like I didn't have access to a washing machine for three days.
I don't go far ever... not that I wouldn't want to go far.. I just don't. Maybe I will one day... so I'll be sure to not try and hold my breath.
For today:
The PIP is away doing fake camping at Loon Lake. (staying in a cabin, with running water, showers and a stove... plus a father that cooks her meat (marinated a roast) on the BBQ. See,... what good fortune!
I looked like a mother that was letting her ex-husband TAKE the child for his allotted visitation time in the Tim. Horton's parking lot earlier today. We arrived, transferred items (mostly 16 stuffed things really, not including the child), chatted then departed. It was that simple. The PIP looked all cute in her pink sweatshirt and her supertight PIP-tails (so that the husbandman doesn't have to deal with 27 1/2 pounds of blond hair), and her well hidden turquoise bathsuit top with the "elbow action" included. (Long story short... the little FUSSY called boobs elbows when she was a little eenie weenie one.... and I have called them eblows ever since... because how can you go through life with only one set of elbows... I mean come on!) I was going to call the PIP, but realized... I didn't have Mr. Ricks phone number at the cabin... sorry PIP.
AND.. while I have been away... the black bears are trying to take over the world... but it seems that the boys that wear the non-passing-lane pants are quicker on the draw than the black bears, which have resulted in a number of deaths of my favourite evening adventures.
The boy on the other hand is now home with his friends.. making wholesome GOREYSTORIES in the dark. Kind of ick.
I have other minimal stories of interest... but they will have to wait until the memory of them have returned....this could be a while... or not.
I don't go far ever... not that I wouldn't want to go far.. I just don't. Maybe I will one day... so I'll be sure to not try and hold my breath.
For today:
The PIP is away doing fake camping at Loon Lake. (staying in a cabin, with running water, showers and a stove... plus a father that cooks her meat (marinated a roast) on the BBQ. See,... what good fortune!
I looked like a mother that was letting her ex-husband TAKE the child for his allotted visitation time in the Tim. Horton's parking lot earlier today. We arrived, transferred items (mostly 16 stuffed things really, not including the child), chatted then departed. It was that simple. The PIP looked all cute in her pink sweatshirt and her supertight PIP-tails (so that the husbandman doesn't have to deal with 27 1/2 pounds of blond hair), and her well hidden turquoise bathsuit top with the "elbow action" included. (Long story short... the little FUSSY called boobs elbows when she was a little eenie weenie one.... and I have called them eblows ever since... because how can you go through life with only one set of elbows... I mean come on!) I was going to call the PIP, but realized... I didn't have Mr. Ricks phone number at the cabin... sorry PIP.
AND.. while I have been away... the black bears are trying to take over the world... but it seems that the boys that wear the non-passing-lane pants are quicker on the draw than the black bears, which have resulted in a number of deaths of my favourite evening adventures.
The boy on the other hand is now home with his friends.. making wholesome GOREYSTORIES in the dark. Kind of ick.
I have other minimal stories of interest... but they will have to wait until the memory of them have returned....this could be a while... or not.
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