Happy December 1st!

Sunday Eagle Adventure.

I took off this morning, despite rain, and ventured forward out to Harrison Mills. This is all I have... they even already come already blurred!

Because I love them

Pretty sad about this whole "winter thing" that has to happen... yes I GET there is a season for everthing... but I still very much wish to be out driving the "bad lands" to find these lovely beings...!

Not entirely sure why but...

I absolutely wish to go eagle spotting today. I will bring my camera.. but not sure of why I would do that either. I have been meaning to drive out to Harrison Mills for a number of weeks... but just haven't had the "oumph" to do it...

And now... since I am really wishing, wishing wishing to I just am hesitating big time....Hmmm.. because it is pouring out.

We are supposed to have less rain today than tomorrow, so today might be a good day. Of course Tuesday it is supposed to be brilliant blue sky, I should wait to go then.. but I wish not to..I wish to go today. Maybe I will go Tuesday as well.

In other things not entirely sure of:

The boy went to the US of A's Black Friday sales. Once again.. he has come home a new fellow, sporting colour and flavours of jeans and shirts a good solid crazy mother like myself would be proud of.

I appreciate the fact that when they grow older all the cute dinosaurs and rocket men are to no longer be worn on the face of T-Shirts.. but I am wondering when exactly Sesame Street becomes acceptable again... because the Gramericanson is now sporting a new Sesame Street T-shirt, which is clearly him. OH.. and he has a NEW purple plaid shirt. Now this isn't to go with his purple pants... because he has quit wearing his purple pants, ... he says he has so much explaining to do while wearing them, that it just isn't worth his bother. He claims they are weekend wear only.

Not sure what his excitement will entail today, as he called me yesterday at 4:45 PM and asked for me to come and collect him from his GF's house. He has been sleeping ever since. Poor character.... my musician is out for the count.

In things that make me smile about my mr. gramericanson. He has pretty much mastered the song by Kiss "Beth". I can tell..... only because he does this certain rocking motion when he plays it on the piano when he becomes comfortable with a song. Now he madly (well, not this moment exactly)... is learning a song from John Lennon ... some obscure type sounding song that has a lounge lizard feel to it... kind of a fun song.. and I don't have a clue of the name at the moment.

In even more things that make me ask the question of I'm not entirely sure why...

The husbandman washed his insulated coveralls yesterday... and now he is planning on putting them on, and lying in the driveway for the day, "doing things" to the underside of his BELOVED jeep. (Let's get this straight people... there's a certain love factor out there for him... his dog, his jeep, his hockey, his other things... .((other things refer to his speciality items that live in his garage, shed and craigs list)).... yes, he has washed his overalls to do something to his jeep. He could have saved himself the effort and just the thrown the overalls on, thrown some dishsoap on himself, and let the weather take care of the rest. He is also most disgruntled that his fellow jeep boyfriends are going "somewhere" for a little off-road action. OK.. how ICK is that... weather that is pouring out, and sliding through MUD... ok no thanks. I am beginning to rethink the whole eagle adventure and instead follow my mom to the casino!

Do not fear good souls.. I will not leave my ailing boy with a father that insists on lying in the driveway on a rainy Saturday, and a crazy dog that paces, or a sister that doesn't realize he isn't even home... see.. I am a good mother. Chances are the boy will wake up, have a shower, eat some breakfast, have colour put back in his face.. and POOF he will be gone.

In the meantime I have a good book that I need to finish... and a small pile still waiting for me... and with the "festive" season quickly approaching I have projects that I am thinking about in my head that I wish to set my sights upon...

Not entirely sure of that one....

Why believe...?

Some days it is too hard to imagine that " a higher power" is in control of our destinys.

It is too hard to contemplate; given the news that a perfectly wonderful soul was taken from this earth in a drop of an eyelash.

She was a mother, wife and friend with six very loved children.

Why believe...?

Tim Hortons has returned.

So... in an effort to become a fully contributing member of the household... the husbandman and I went to get some groceries last night.

Now normally this is what the sister and I would DUB "useless-task-night!"

I think the husbandman might have thought in his head... "HOly-shoot-cakes-it's spend the-evening-with-the-wife-night!!".

And because I am an incredibly LOVING wife.. I even told him that. He just stared at me through his wickedly lovely glasses. NO reaction.

Ka ching! Right again...

BUT YOU KNOW...I have this to report... once I have decided that I am going to be his sidekick for the mini adventure... he does begin to talk... about food related items only... not about regular raising children adventures... and their gift requests... which leads me to ponder GREAT thoughts... that if this man has NO input into their christmas gift giving... it only leave the CRAZY one to make the decisions... (let me remind YOU that it was only a couple weeks ago that I was buying all NEW livingroom furniture people....).

So ya.... got in... got out.. got the job done.... made the almost 15 year old boy help bring the groceries in, and help unload them... while I sat at the kitchen table... with pretty little candles flickering away. (that would be the husbandman "turning" them on, not me....)

SO this is where we got to watch BOY WONDER in action... as he put deodorant in the refridgerator, straws in the freezer, and yogurt in the china cabinet. Oh that boy of mine... he is a helpful one.... OK.. and the whole while... the husbandman just busily puts things away... ignoring the antics of his FIRST BORN.

The KILLER is.... "the Till" is up and around, wandering about, in between the two human Yahoos.... when the crazy boy starts in with the "Till voice" (hey,... if a stuffed dog can talk.. why can't the real version of one talk as well....)

It's starts with.... (the boy speaking for Till... aka Ellpee... who has been on her last legs since about AUGUST....).... (hear in your heads if you will a male version miss piggy voice)

"So uhm... did anyone think to get me something to eat... as you all know I am working at starving myself..."

"Here... I will just wander between the two of you... nobody hit me now...., that will only knock me over....."

"How about.. I will break my hip, and all of you can watch me miraculously recover from it.. how about that... would you like to see that.. I could do it.. I really could... LOOK at all the things I have recovered from the past couple of months....."

Yes people... that is the rocket scientist boy speaking for the STILL living dog...

AND albeit that it may not be at all funny speaking about an impending dogs death... I guess it really is hugely funny to see how FAR people will go to cope with the grim details of life.

OH.. and between all of this madness... it has been created by the fact that last night... as I wandered past the MEAT section (well... it was a do-over because the husbandman decided that he really wished to BUY some meat.... which I do not like doing... because I don't really like meat all that much...  except for chicken... is that meat???) WHEN...

I spotted it .....

TIM HORTONS coffee... successfully purchased and now in my home....

WE are not entirely crazy...

Happy because.....

We took the dog out!

But we give people reason to think we are. Here is "Prance" making her random picture appearance into this space. This was ONCE a live german shepherd, but then she died... and missy above missed her... so we bought her a stuffed version of the once EVIL QUEEN. She has been gone almost five years.. but her personality lives on... like a puppet in our home. AND as SOME of the people in this homestead would like to believe that they have no part in her puppetness... they are equally as guilty as keeping this ONCE evil queen still very much alive.

The last picture is one of her lounging in the kithcen with a new found gift of an umbrella... it was given to the Miss Fusspot... but then Prance spotted it, and decided that she must lounge beneath it for hours on end, with her abundant paw resting on her abundant hip. Look at the smile on her face.... is this stuffed dog not HAPPY with her new found umbrella?

Oh... and by the way... we just got "Prances" christmas wish list.. and along with other assorted items, she has also requested a fire truck to add excitement to her life, and a weight loss book, so she can actually sit on the firetruck without crippling it. Her words, not mine.

Because I do nothing...

My objects of interest must not move at a quick pace.

Because I am boirng.

Was going through photos... and deleting some... found these... kinda boring..... and yet I thought the first one was interesting.. I didn't change the colour... it just happened like that... but the rest.. hmmm.

Why??

Why, I ask?

Why does one have to be so braindead?

Why does one not have the answer?

Why?

Why are there so many fruit flies hanging about?

Why... where could they be coming from?

Why are the fruitflies still here?

Why, why, why?

These are the questions the husbandman ask.

The answer....

The wifey just found her coffee grounds recycling bin underneath the ever so tidy kitchen sink area.

(It is ever so tidy....)

HOWEVER... the wifey did NOT know that it was there.

SO when she opened it up to put the fresh grounds in....

about 3000 flies came to visit.

I guess we will be back to the WHY questions at the end of the day when the husbandman returns ....

Unless I get to them first!

Samsung!

Yesterday in Deannaland ended up being a not so brilliant day.

Ah whatever....

Today is a new day...

Moving on!

However.... yesterday involved a lot of laying low... not much to my liking, but that is just how somedays go... can't help it.

AS I was busily watching "say YES to the dress" (LOVE that show!!!), next to the only other show I watch... "survivor"... the TV kept going all wonky and haywire, and then would turn itself off.

Hmmmmm.

What does that mean?

So I would march back to the TV, and turn it back on... (Because really who can miss Randy giving these beautiful brides HIS fashion ideas....).

Where it would happen again.

Well... I am beginning to get paranoid here....

Is the TV telling me something....?

So... with the thought of having TWO TV fires in the past, I decided that I wasn't going to make this THREE, and turned it off.

Now the bedroom is sporting a 26" perfectly wonderful Samsung TV.

Much to my happiness.

And probably the rest of the households... since I didn't wait for the older TV to try and burn the house down.

What's that saying... "three times the charm...."

No thanks.

the Glass Castle

Alrighty then.... this was an amazing read. It leaves me with many questions though... it really does. My friend said to me that after I read this book I could nominate myself for "mother of the year". Without a doubt I could win "moty"... (so could many other mothers) but at the very bottom of the cover of the front page it also says... "A memoir"... which reminds me very much of the book

"A million little pieces".

Ditty this:

Was awake since four,
With nothing to do...
Wandered the internet
And Facebook too...

Heard Rudy leave for work,
then Lady Kathy came next.
Gary warmed his diesal,
While they waited for their friends.

I got bored of being awake,
and wished to close my eyes,
I would have a little sleep,
And wait for the family to rise.

While fast asleep,
something woke me with a fright.
the heart was already racing...
But now it was daylight.

Not sure what it was
Maybe one of the husbandmans garage like treasures..
Perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me...
One would venture to endeavour.

As luck would have it,
and this time on my side..
The husbandman even heard it,
and searched for the sound semi-far and wide.

That was the 2nd start to the day
With a pounding heart & a fright...
Not sure what will happen next..
Well into the deep dark night.

Some good... some BAD!

Excellent... except one is left feeling that raising children, working and providing for THEIR family alone isn't enough.... this fellow is incredible!

Well Janet... it's time to change it up a bit with the characters. I had a good laugh from one page. That was it..

Good! Very cute book, and a very quick read.
Bad.. bad ....bad...


OMG... hideous. I did however like the reading from around the Vancouver area.


Nicely done.. not sure if I could step into this fellows shoes... or any other relief peoples shoes in fact.

Saturday before noon:

What have I accomplished:

Well... sleep until 5:45. Hm. Refreshed! AND once again frightened to get up.. in case that wakes the sleeping dog. My world at this moment in time is surrounded with dog-like features.

DID NOT wash out the new do. It's quite a frightening one... all straight and organized looking hair. ABSOLUTELY not used to that. The chicklets ar most concerned with this new temporary look. AND the husbandman wont make any eye contact.

Who the hell am I .. I say??

Have read ONE of my books... and have a couple pages left... kind of a cute book. Will reveal once it is done. Have practiced the piano.. YES .. me practiced the piano. BELIEVE it or not....

Managed to get the boy organized and sent him to the great big US of A for the day with is GF and her family. Gave him a letter of authorization to be their... fairly scarey that is.....

AND now... that the girls hair is lovely straightened and done for the day... we are off for some type of adventure.... not sure what type... but some how it will involved looking at things that are pretty.... and maybe sparkly... and book like.... and anything else that we might muster up.

THE husbandman is left to his own devices... collecting tidbits of dog food... and other various assorted USELESS like items.

WE like the husbandman... he is a good guy.. and he keeps the house clean... and he is sporting these NEW glasses.. which make him HOT! Ya I said that Miss Fussina (who is standing right next to me as I type away...) The Daddyfellow is HOT! oh miss pinkcheeks... what is wrong with you...

Well... it's afternoon.. must be off on another adventure...hope I can with stand the big outside world!

Annnnndddd.

because I am uncontrollably nuts....

Went and had the hair chopped off.

It's the shortest its been in a very long while... VERY LONG...

Friday the 13th.

That's what made me do it.

It's sister approved.

She didn't think the hair of mine could get so flat!

It's a good thing that I rescued it with a second box of colour yesterday...

As the first box of colour just didn't do the trick in the DARKNESS department.

Not sure how things are going to go down when it comes to washing this mass of short locks....

I think that is when Friday the 13th will come back to haunt me.

Because i am NOT a doctor.

I decided that I would chop my hormone pill in half.

I will let someone know after my experimental session is over.

I am POSITIVE this is the cause of the sleep disturbance!

If it isn't then I will go back to regular scheduled programming.....

In the meantime... the Missy Till Till has STOPPED her pacing.. and is loving the rest on her pawsy's. Now she is back to regular non stop semi frantic pacing... at a rate that THIS PERSON can much more with stand.

I called up the husbandman the other night and pretty much COMMANDED him to return to the homestead.... how evil am I? Out with his boyfriend for his regular skating and pub festival... and I ruin his fun. Little did I tell him that I FELT LIKE SHIT FOR NO APPARENT reason.. have continued to have a headache.. but that isn't important... it's his little Missy Till Till that is THE ONE that holds this mans attention. He came home for her... which is all I wanted....

OK.. and now back to real life...

I'm tired...

I am .. not sure why.

It's the Missy Highmaintenance Wondering Dog that should be tired.

She paced yesterday from about seven in the morning... until six thirty in the afternoon.

She did take a short break while the husbandman sat with her, AND when he took her to the vet.. which I didn't really think he was going to come back with her.

By last night I had enough of this pacing.... yes... I was completely psychotic with the CONSTANT pacing.

The little Miss Till Till WILL not go to any of her regular haunts to sit, or GAWD forbid lay down.

Of course it hasn't been a problem for the husbandman... he has been at work all day.. dealing with worky stressful things... meanwhile.. back at the ranch his most faithful companion in the world paced.

He is now glued to the couch.. with his faithful companion. His faithful companion has newly instated drugs to put her paws at ease.

Who cares about the wife... and having to constantly watch all this.

I might just go furniture shopping today.. just because.

My eyebulbs hurt. Not sure why. I don't think any amount of furniture shopping will put them at rest. Not even sure why I wish to go furniture shopping....

I think I will leave the cowboy and his cowpokes doing their own thing anyways.

CHEESE and CRACKERS I am tired.

morning... or is it?

I believe I went to bed last evening.. but spent the night staring into darkness... and not through my eyelids.

Now it's time to colour the crazy head of hair... now that is one joyous event. I guess it could be equated to drinking beers at the pub on pay per view hockey nights... but that's right... I don't drink beer... ever.

I wish my hair colouring budget was as big as someone's beer drinking budget.. oh wait..... there is NO budget for that.

Silly me... I forget just so easily.

Hows this for an excuse...

I didn't get out of bed earlier.. so I wouldn't wake the dog.

NOBODY wants to disrupt the dog... NOBODY!

Missy 4 eyes

On a whim yesterday I went to the eye doctor... because you know.. things like eyes work... until they kinda don't work... which is what I think happened to me.

Now I have not one.. but two pairs of glasses... but just for reading don't you know!

Yes... it all starts there.... first for reading... and then .... I just need to see this... and I need to see that... and then whala...

You need them to see.... ALL. THE. TIME.

In the meantime.. the book is due back to the library today... and I think I am going to have to make an effort (more like MARATHON-IT)... to get it done.

In the meantime the vanilla chai is steeping away....

and anyways...

So I am all crazy.

Really. Truly.

Squared away, but not yet confirmed....

CRAZY.

I probably should give up drinking coffee.

Just had a cup... wired out of my tree.

Can't wait to start the drinking feature.

Am SO looking forward to that.

In other things.....

The husbandman is off today.

I told him I was his date for the day... and any adventures that he went on... I am going on.

I need to see some sights, and sounds of life beyond the little homestead.

I did manage to empty my closet yesterday of all my fatish type lady clothes.

Please read as in BIGGA BIGGA and not FETISH.

I called up the womens shelter and asked if they needed any bigga bigga clothing.

They were most appreciative.

Of course there was that little addition that I was not to be doing lifting, carrying, moving, shuffling...oh well.

I needed to do something in an effort to stop my brain from starting to smoke in the middle of the night.

I think it worked.... I did see an hour of the deep dark night tick away... but that was the most I saw of it.

and now... must get myself organized and ready to accompany the husbandman.. I really think that he wishes for his dog to make the trek... but she's a bit scary to own lately.... one leap could really be her final leap... it's best to leave her in the homestead in her pampered comfy-ness.

Really wishing that I could venture down and visit the bears if they were to be snatching fish from the creek, but I am thinking that they only embark on that adventure in the deep dark night themselves.

I am still hot on the trail of somehow buying some livingroom furniture.. not sure why this is bugging the SHIT out of me... but it is....

OK.. must go... the husbandman is almost ready to roll.

Rest easily people

I very smartly returned to the sleeping environment at a lovely 6:25, where the littly missy Till till bugged the heck out of me for a bit, and the husbandman eventually made his way of out the beddy at a bold 6:45.... and then with a washcloth and ear plugs in place... slept until 0815.

You know my theory....

Because you know I have theory.....

I am just NOT doing enough... so my brain wakes me up at night.. so I can busily as a beaver think about 10 billion things.

I don't know how these doctory type people can just say.... "you are supposed to do nothing for the next 6 weeks... end of story". The doctory type person did give me a list a mile long of the things that I wasn't allowed to do, and then with the addition of doing nothing.

I don't just do nothing.. I mean I don't do alot.. (according to the husbandman, who I might add might have just built himself a new job description in the morning after this adventure....), but on top of not doing alot, I don't just do nothing. I rarely do nothing. My book reading is my doing nothing. OH and of course "HERE" I guess is doing nothing...but you know.. six of one....

Well ... what is nothing... because nothing can't really be nothing... can it?

You know... doing nothing leaves a lot of free time to drum up the great idea that I am certainly sick of our current living room furniture, and that something should be done about it. I have even rationalized up the grand thought of don't pay until 2015~! With that solid theory in place... who knows where my doing nothing adventures might lead me.

Flyers are one thing... but hands on is much nicer.
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It's grey outside today... not the best picture taking to be had... unless of course I drive out to my favourite dam... but then I would drive there by myself.. I need my pink co-pilot with me....

Well... I will continue to drink my tea... go find my book... which I need to read anyways... and go be too warm on a couch that I wish not see in my livingroom any longer.

And... just because it's the middle of the night....

Don't think that I have nothing to talk about...

Yesterday morning, after a non sleeping night.... I found myself stalking out the bears in the bear location, at a brisk fresh hour of the morning.

What a moron!

I positioned the Mazda 5 in just a way that if I were to spy a bear walking down the creek I could jump out and snatch a picture of it..

I brought my book which is due back in two days... and I completely need to read it....

BUT... there was so much commotion going on with the fish that were crawling themselves up the creek I couldn't tell if it was a bear stealthly eating up some grub, or just the fish creating havoc within the creek. At any rate... the book reading couldn't take place because of the noise factor... and I couldn't miss out on any potential action.

Eventually I had to leave from my viewing spot.... only to drive down the road a bit further... and see... of course you guessed it... footprints.

It's enough to make this crazy person crazy.

In other things that make me crazy:

It's the sound of sleeping. Makes me crazy.
I can only lay in bed for a little while... and then eventually I can not take it any longer. I leave the semi-comfort of the bed, and make my way to the livingroom. I have to do this very quietly... because if "the Till" finds out that the livingroom door is opened she makes a wild scramble to be a part of the carpet adventure. Oh little doggy.... why can't she just sleep in her lovely wicker basket.... just like her catdog dog that she is?

So now I am here... hiding out in the livingroom... and if the little missy four legs finds out... she will start her scurrying about, and bumping doors... hence the earplugs put to another good use.

I will make another scour of the street,... and look for my favourite black blobs moving about in the night... that I never get to see on this street... only everybody else does...

I think I am tired of being tired... which I have no reason to be tired for anything... since I am not allowed to do anything.. but I do do stuff... just not real life stuff... just fake stuff. I think tomorrow I am going to do real life stuff, not sure quite what that is at this moment... but I am certain it is going to be something.

Oh I know.... read my book... must get that accomplished!

In the meantime... I am watching the minutes tick by in the deep dark night... clicking away on this keyboard, that I can not even hear, because the earplugs are jammed in so tight.

Perhaps I will start some fake sleeping now too..

Clown be gone

I had bought some pants in the summer time. They were decidedly the best purchase of the century! I loved them... with every waking chance from the dryer.... I would wear them.

Up until....

" Uh Momda", says the boy....."so are you going to keep wearing those pants, because I am not sure if you changed occupations over the last couple of weeks.... are you still my momda... or are you a clown woman?"

The favourite pants had somehow turned into clown pants. They are now sitting in a folded pile, fresh from the dryer.... still calling to me.

" Come here clown lady... come to me.....spppp.. over here... come put me on clown lady.".. it's quite the tempation when the label is so fitting, but the pants aren't.

good night peoples....

Now it's time for sleep.

Woke up last night at 1:45, remained sitting on the couch until 6:35 this morning.

Slept from 6:55 to 7:00... then the Fussilina Doll came in and asked me to write in her planner.

Sure... no problem Fussilina..... what would you like me to write...?

She COULDN'T do her math.

OH... that's right... Fussilina Doll couldn't do her math becuase her father was out with his boyfriend.

That's what the mother would have written.

Fusslinas's father wrote in her planner this morning.

I am now awake for the day.

It's still night...

The brain is working overtime.

Probably information overload that has kept me from a restful sleep yet again.

It's not something that you can predict once you go to bed... but it's once you are asleep that your body reminds you that yes, you are very much still alive, and have many tasks in life that you are planning to accomplish.

Probably a good thing that is...

I was reminded again today that I am here, in this life, living.

Sounds strange to think of... or contemplate even... of course I am here.... where else would I be?

Well.... not here.... more like floating about the ocean in ashes feeding fish actually.

The brain doesn't do well with that kind of information..... it tends to... ah yes... keep me up at night!

Well... at least I am here to write about it....

Good bye October!

Good riddance.

Have lived through a wicked (in my mind) two weeks.

Glad it's over.

People that I need to thank:

The SISTER... starting with at the hospital when she kicked my foley bag, just as I was going into full flown bladder spasms, because the bag was full at the 3 litre mark.

The MOTHER... she has continued to make soup, bring cheese biscuits, cookies, veggies and dinner for the little family. An incredible woman I say. This woman has more good karma coming to her than the population of Canada!

The SISTER in law.... who brought me soup, fruit salad and a stack of books! Lovely I say!

The FRIEND who helped boost me up in the bed, even when I didn't want to be boosted, and drove in painfully irritating traffic to see me.. lets go take some pictures now!!!

The other FRIEND who brought me ever so timely excellent reading material while sitting/lying around waiting to take pain medication. This FRIEND also brought me my first cup of coffee. HUGELY nice.

The WELLWiSHERS. There were lots of those out there that sent cards and nice thoughts... all good karma coming right back at you.

Did I mention the SISTER... helped me more than this space will ever mention, or she will ever take credit for.

The HUSBANDMAN takes an honourable mention in the clean kitchen, tidy home, clean and folded laundry, and fed children department.

Now back to regular scheduled programming.

Dear followers....

You are just the loyalist of followers.... popping by... reading up a storm... looking at the pics. It's just heart warming.... you know... to natter away... and you continue to return.

WELL

Do I have news for you... I must take a hiatus!

Yes, shutter as you may.... I have been sidelined for a bit.. and wont be dreaming up the stories by the boatload in the weeks to come... it's not that I am not going to return... it's just that I have got to be places... and JUNK.

Take it easy out there in the computer land of life....

Will return eventually....

Please stand by.

When you see our lights flicking

Don't think that we are playing ghosty games. It's our new commuication method with the lovely little Miss Till Till. With her current dying process, which she has temporarily put on hold for the moment.. she has promptly turned deaf. That was a result of an ear infection. So now the Till Till walks around in her silent world.... doing Till-like things.

Since her back is busily crumbling away, and she has more than likely lost sensation to her feeties, she spends a lot of time licking them.


Ta-Lu-Lup.
Ta-Lu-Lup.
Ta-Lu-Lup.
Ta-Lu-Lup.

Times that by fifty.

Now I can't stand the sound of this sort of licking. D.E.S.P.I.S.E. IT.

In the olden days (like a month ago...)if we were to hear her start her licking, then we would clap our hands, and call out her name, not her real name, but her constantly re-invented knickname... and she would stop.

Not so much any longer.

Now we use an electrical current. (Yes, we have become the in-home queens cowboys with our home gadgeted tazers!)...

It's called a lightswitch. And wherever that Till Till dog is... and we hear her licking... we walk to the light and start to flick it. If we are lucky and she isn't in her licking trance, then we can catch her attention... because sometimes although we could walk up and touch her, but that startles her... and can't be having the aging dog having a heart attack now can we?

This works while in the home... but just try it at night, when her back is turned, and she rushes out to eat grass. Yes, the back door light just doesn't have that ... "Till come here!" kind of properties.

Can't wait until next week... when blindness sets in....

Heading out...

To the favourite place in my world.... to the BEARlands.

Hopefully I will find whatever it is that makes me happy.

In the meantime I will collect the FUSS from her cousins house.

Not sure when I will find the boy.... he is still out roaming. Something else he is naturally good at.

A day shortened..

I am already missing the long evenings, and they haven't even left yet.

In other things that haven't left yet...

The Miss Ellpee.

She has resumed eating her "crumples", with the addition of eating that little scottie dog dog food. Not certain what her insides are saying to all of this... but she is eating none the less.

Hmmm... not the same dog we owned one month ago.

Massive headache today... it was actually inside my brain, and not because the husbandman has a week off. He is a bit of a funny character... and he actually invited me to go to the dump with him. On that generous offer... I went with him. Dump fun... oh what fun at the dump!

In fact... we went to TWO dumps... because that is just how much this man loves me... invites me to the dump for a TWO-some.

AND that people is the day... of course a little shortened.

Not entirely prepared...

But what can one do?
The exercise lady cancelled for the group today... and my craft creating session might not be as crafty as I wish... but I will see what I come up with... in less than an hour, so that might be frightening to think about....

Well OK... will give you a small idea of what I wish to do....

I am only wishing that people paint on pieces of paper... anything they wish... and then... I am going to use their painted papers to create little boxes for a christmas wish... when that time arrives... it will kind of be a surprise for them!

I think it will work... if only I can find my paintbrushes!

Well today.....

Wasn't all that well... enough said about that.

Little Miss Till Till decided that she didn't like her dogfood, and has reverted back to eating only hotdogs. Maybe she will go back to her CEASARLY way very soon. She did like it very much yesterday and the day before..... but sometimes too much of a good thing.. is too much of a good thing!

Started reading a book... only read 8 pages.
Went to see the bears. ... didn't see any.
Bought balloons and coloured streamers for a stuffed dogs birthday party.

Yes, that really happened.

BUT! The telus TV person came and managed to get our TV back up and running again... and it wasn't just a lame-ass plug a cable in you idiots sort of deal... even he had to call in for back up... and get this... they even put their employees on hold for a great deal of time..... now I feel so loved.

Well.... feeling as if I must vomit.... "well" be off....

Do I bother?

Quick... I need an answer ... it's a typical rainy blustery day here on the West Coast.... do I rush out to my walking group...??

I would like a cup of coffee... which I do not have the sufficient amount of cream for... so that would be an excuse for going...

And my hair... it's probably looking a little glamourous today with all it's curls and waves... which will be destroyed in 1.3 seconds of stepping outdoors. There are not many days when the hair is looking luxurious! Of course that could be the distorted mirror that I just happened to look in.

Well... as it seems that I talk to myself on a regular basis here, with no direction from anyone, I will have to go it alone with the decision making.

I will go.

The rain wont make me melt, I would really like a cup of coffee, as always the walk will be beneficial to me.. and the real reason is, of course my hair looking good is only a mirage. It has to be... there is never a day in Deanna world when the hair cooperates into good looking locks.

In the meantime... I have to leave the couch area where I am presently at... as it seems like the son was sitting here last night... him and his AXE spray crap... which is what I am thinking I am smelling. AND my nose does not smell any longer... but I can smell this... well I am breathing this... which is going to give me an asthma attack. OH.. and I don't have asthma... but surely this is going to kill me continuing to sit here.

Sooo... I am thinking...

Is it too cold in your house when you can see your breathe?

The furnace doesn't get turned on until a certain KINGLY someone cleans it out. I believe our little world of people that inhabit the home are looking forward to that event, especially the popsicle blogger person, who shall remain nameless, but none-the-less most obvious.

If another post is never written; feel free to assume that this person became a ice encased blogger girl.

I know the family and "all their fancy warm-bloodedness" will just step around the iceberg and complain...."that momda is certainly taking her time on her computer turn!".... " I wonder when momda is going to make my chocolate rice milk?"......"momda.. come here... I need to show you something...!"

They might not notice the predicament I will have found myself in....

Hopefully the KINGLY one will swiftly sparkle up the furnace. I believe I will leave a post it note on his laptop this evening.... "the furnace is calling your name..." That might give him a hint.

Wishful thinking:

1. Need the sunshine to come back so I can clean out the garden in dry conditions... I mean .. who loves cleaning out slimy flower pots..?
2. Need to remember to pre-make a weeks worth of sub sandwiches this Saturday night... it was ever so handy pulling out a pre-made lunch, that has already been homemade.
3. Hopefully the memory will work for # 2's wish.
4. I need to get to the Minnekhada Lodge for some fall weather pics, and some last chances to spot some bears before they go into hibernation...
5. Hopefully they will go into hibernation.. and the RCMP don't blast them from our streets before they get a chance to.
6. I wish I could read my book for this weeks book club... that will take some STAT reading over the next two evenings.
7. Here's to dedicating the next to evenings to reading my book. I have to admit... I didn't like the start of it... perhaps I will move forward to the 4th chapter...or maybe the 9th.... or perhaps I will just begin at some random starting point, and see it through. Hmmm.
8. I need to get that boy of mine to remain in the homeland long enough to play his music for me.. on the piano. I think I need to make that clear now that when I wish to hear music from him.. that it needs to come in the form of white looking keys... otherwise I get the string version.
9. ah... wishful thinking in itself... "the boy to remain in the homeland".. now that's comical.
10. should have gone to see Steve Martin last night. Ooops.. that's a regret... aaah... the wishful thinking is the fact that I entered to win tickets.. wish I would have!
11. That the husbandman wasn't SUCH a clean and tidy boy... and that his thoughts on the towel that was folded up and placed on the floor beneath this computer spot was not a just a forgotten towel... but rather a strategically placed weapon against cold. Him being all warm blooded and all... what a big shot.
12. I need some insight... I need some financial advice... I need a small chunk of cash to do something with... oh wait... that's everyone's wishful thinking...
13. Lucky thirteen.....POOF!

Savour for the flavour... and the time!

It has been a wonderful and leisurely morning!

Still clear blue skies, with a hint of fog and a touch of guilt.

Who could ask for more!

It's a Pro-D day around these parts.. and that means that NOBODY is going ANYWHERE.... yet.

Well except for the husbandman ... he must go places.... to do manly working things. Not that he wishes to of course... but you know... he wouldn't want to mill about in the homestead and do "little projects".... I am thinking.

In the meantime... it's just me and "the till", and Miss Pipenza roaming about the home. "The Till" is currently upset about the torture she is having to endure. We had to boil her up a fresh pot of rice, as yesterdays pot of rice was NOT to her liking. Today I have added a container of chicken stock, instead of the oxo thingys. Hopefully this will entice her.

She is also staring at me in complete disbelievement. I have shut the door to her beloved rickety green leather couch. (It's in our den that we all use... and ONE day we will get a replacement... but that day isn't any day coming soon.. unless of course I could purchase one with my airmiles..... hmmmm.) I have her pads washing & drying at the moment... so until there is something for her to sit on, she wont be sitting on it.

OH.. and the guilt. The guilt is due to the beautiful morning.. and the fact that I should have rushed down to the bear location and "happened upon" some bear scenery. But I haven't and now the day is rushing by... at a mere 9:18 in the morning... but this is something that I should have done two hours ago.... when I was thinking about it.

Instead I look around my little homestead and make a mental list of all the quicky details of the day need to be done, including this, and including this , and including that, and what about this...

I have to remember that this time last week I was only embarking on a day that ended in a list of 41 things.

I am not willing to one up myself with that nonsense today.

The Pip is still under the weather a bit with whatever ails her.... as far as the antibiotics.. . they loosened up whatever bug she had inside of her, and now is making the long road out. Hopefully by the end of the weekend, and this additional day of rest (rather than the school) she will spring back a bit quicker... although she is way better today than last week at this time.

As far as Gramerica-son. He is crazy. He is ALMOST 15. So he qualifies.. right?
I still like him... he is a good Gramerica-son. I mean... ANY child that cuts the lawn while the TWO parents are at work with a dog that has had diarrhea for the last number of days, and still cleans up MOST of the disaster... I mean.. who could NOT like that son....? Hmmmmm?

Coffee's kicking in.

Liking that.

I can feel the blood coursing through my blood highways again. Whew... close call on that one. I believe I can feel the synapsing start up in the brain... similar to my husbandmans 20 year old jeep starting up.... which he loves almost more than his many boyfriends. Little Miss Till Till is high on the ranking list, not sure if she is in the second spot next to his jeep... I best not tell any of his boyfriends.

OK... CLEARLY my rice has been the saving grace! The Till is happily lapping up her chicken brothed brown rice.

Score one for the lady of the house!

Let the roasting begin!

The past two days have been true blue summer time festival days.

Incredible heat, for this time of year.

Enough so that I turned on our little air conditioning unit while I cleaned the walls and cabinets yesterday. (AND of course had all the doors open... because you know.. it's a beautiful day out, so you MUST have doors open!)

Such fun on an incredibly warm day.

That's alright.. the day before I was busily roasting chicken for the family & the families pet.

The families pet has taken a liking to roast chicken, rice and carrots.

Well.. up until yesterday.

Now she only likes the chicken and carrots, rice.. not so much.

The rice has become a new floor decoration.

Similar to the Gramerican-son's bedroom after a shower.

Well... many challenges to be challenged today.. enough talk about the weather, since the roasting has stopped.

Here....

Step inside the crystal ball....

Chocolate Vanilla & Chocolate

Life from behind the scenes

Profile shots

AS always... when I am standing on my lonesome... I start to fidget with the settings... because you know.. I have to figure out how to take pictures under deceiving light conditions... so I mess about... and this the result. Oh well... it is interesting to note the size difference in the bellies of these guys... and yet the smaller of the bellied two is probably bigger than the one further down... so now you can only imagine how big this guy is going to be in a couple of years.... hmmmm... the real question is.. .will I still be standing in the same spot.. or will I have gotten another lense by then... ???

The life & times of Deanna's summer

This is what I do... stand around and watch for things. I believe I am a professional observer. Since I seem to wander around this world with my camera at the ready.. this is what I get. Although of course that leads to greater contemplation about .... you know... camera-ish things.. which I have to tell myself.. "just be happy with what you have...." Which is true... of course when there is the little demon sitting on your shoulder announcing "there's always room for improvement... I have to admit I agree! It's easy to be sucked in.... V.E.R.Y E.A.S.Y.!

Three times is the charm!

Well.... guess what....

I checked my microstock account....

I am moving up in the world....

SOLD another photo!!!

I now have 90 cents sitting in my account.

Dream life here I come, in approximately 337 years.

What's exciting in Deanna world...

Absolutely nothing!

You really thought I had a story .. didn't you?

Well ... I don't!

I even checked two older lottery tickets....
"Sorry not a winner" was all they said.

Yes, not shocking news I am afraid.

I did stare into my moms end cupboard and longingly looked at her beautiful ripe tomatoes... I am big into fried tomatoes these days.... Hey.. come on... I found the recipe on the internet... surely it should be legit.

I only ate about 10 fried up tomatoes yesterday... and have no problem of the very same thing today... in fact.. I will check on my front yard non garden that happened upon me... and see how the tomatoes are doing out there.

I did give the tomatoes to my neigbours... but I am thinking they do not want them... and now I do.

Now that's a story.

A-Tomato-Taker-Backer.

Say it 10 times... it's ridiculous.

Well how about this... nobody will know... I am going to stealthly go retrieve them this very moment... and hide them deep into the transparent shelved crisper. Because I have three of them.. .in my monster fridge.

Must go quietly now....

Excellent!

Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?

by Anita Badami

Excellent book. Enjoyed it very much.

It's Monday...

What a shocker.

More exciting news later.

I'm a liar.

There wont be exciting news later.

Now that's NOT a shocker.

In other news worthy to mention but shouldn't probably mention but will:

I walked into the bathroom last evening, and stared at this large pellet type brown looking thing on the the bathroom floor.

IT STOPPED ME COLD.

I consulted with the husband.

In clearly womanly HYSTERICS, albeit in a calm voice... 'WHAT IS THAT?'

The husbandman in his UNkingly wisdom said it was nothing.

Hmmmph.... I shrugged my shoulders and wondered away....

A bit later....

I marched BACK down the hall into the DEN where the quickly DETHRONING of the husbandman was yet again said...

"OK... so if "that thing" was nothing in the bathroom... you need to come see NOTHING IN OUR BEDROOM!!!! I quietly HISSED.

THAT STOPPED HIM COLD.

Me in my greatest wifely wisdom asked him to explain away THREE brown pellets sitting on our bedroom floor..... and knowing the NOW unKINGLY husbandman... he would have noticed this such BLEMISH when he went out at around 6:30 in the evening...

This is where the story stops and starts. The DETHRONED husbandman went into action... pulling out furniture, looking under beds, checking dark places, and any other locations where 'such a creature' might inhabit.

There have not been any signs of pellet dropper this morning.. so our guess is that a squirrel visited our home.. and left.

AND.. the little Missy Till Till put herself to bed into her basket last night at 8:30, and never got up until the morning... so I am thinking that if something would have been wandering around, she might have caught a whiff of it...

ONE CAN ONLY HOPE!

Let the games begin people.

Oh it's the end of the day...

I should have known that.

I remarkebly got nothing accomplished today.

Well... with the exception of opening up my steel trap door of a PC cover, and replacing my adaptor. I am thinking that it was breaking... or trying to break, or pretending to work, or just testing my patience. At any rate.. it was simply annoying.. and I was just having a hunch that this was the root of my problem.. (well, and the adaptor telling me that it wasn't getting a signal, was the give away.. but then other times it was running at 36.. or 48... so you know.. , some days I only run at 18... so there).

The girliegirl went to bed with a sore throat. I knew what was next. I immediately had to plan in my head... all the things that I would have to do in the day... , and not do....

1. call the sister to inform her son that my girl would not be attending school with him (great cause for increased anxiety for the grade six gaffer).
2. called the school.
3. called the sister in law and cancelled our walking arrangements
4. thought about calling my doctors office, but was uncertain of the timing that the sorethroatian would get...
5. opted for the walk in clinic.
6. massive waiting room full of sick people.
7. Instant repulsion to walk in clinic.
8. put name down, and immediately left to do errands.
9. remembered other errand type things that I forgot
10. back from errands, still a number of people in waiting room
11. people filing out too slowly for my liking.
12. woman with 3 1/2 year old child feeds him a chocolate chip cookie and juice. Never stops talking . EVVVVVVVAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR.
13. shoot darts at the little boy with my eyes. she never told him to be quiet once. yes... i am hating children that make noise. really... evil yes.. oh well.
14. see the doctor for 4.6 minutes, leave with prescription
15. drive across street, drop of rx, agree to come back in 30 minutes.
16. drive to computer hospital, purchase adaptor.. clearly I am unadaptable.
17. back to pharmacy.. thanks.. they didnt process the prescription.. it's ok really people... I only left at 0930 this morning... and it's closing in on 12 45 in the afternoon.
18. call sister in law, confirm that YES we will not be meeting today.
19. talk to her on the phone while I clean bathrooms, wash mirrors, clean living room furniture, fold laundry... hang up in time to vacuum, wash dishes, move loose papers, cleaned off counter for the computer project.
20. water flowers out front, as it is hot today... and despite rain arriving at some point.. today they need water.
21. talk to the sister quickly.
22. leave the PIP and her antibiotics and the crazy little "elpster" in the homeland.
23. drive to the school at 2:30 to be early for the nephew, who I know will have had a trying day being on his own without the PIP for support.
24. by 3:00 go to find the middle school anxiety ridden child... trying to be low key about giving him independence... find him in the knick of time to have one of his teachers tell me he has a detention... "ahmmm. for what...? She tells me he wasted class time.... ok... so what did he do... well... that's for me and him to discuss... (with the crying child standing next to me...)... Uhm.. listen I say to her... it's Friday... the end of the week, he's been without his classroom support all day, and in between that I ask the nephew how he was... he said he had a 20 percent good day, and 80 percent bad day.. so I say to the teacher... why don't we let you discuss this with the mother on Monday... so then she says this is the way all kids get treated... well... guess what oh mighty educator... all of "your chitchat" with him is really going to get through... and I said that I had someplace that I needed to be... and I couldn't wait. I guess this would all be worthy of something if he was a typical kid... but he isn't... and what adaptations were put into place when he said he didn't want to run, but couldn't tell you why.... what supports were out there for him.. other than her own agenda.
25. fly out to the car, drive up the hill and collect second child sitting on the steps of the school, since 2:40
26. drive home to sit and wait at the sisters where I hope that her husband will hurry and get home... because ... I still have things to do at my homestead.
27. I would have liked to brought them to my homestead.. but with the PIP feeling down and out.. I thought I best not.
28. Initially left to pick up the first nephew child at 2:30, found the other an hour later, then remained in the sisters homestead until five oclock.
29. Right.. upon arrival dog is all squirrely and crazy... clearly in need of something to eat.. I have not had a chance to cook her any amazing RICE for her dinner special.. fortunately I had cooked her up some ground beef yesterday.. and I magically mix it in with her kibble... lucky me... the trick worked...
30. next... i am starving...since I am on some super sonic quick weight loss diet I throw together romain lettuce, tomatoes from the garden.. (anybody want some?), and some ground beef... with maybe a teaspoon of dressing...
31. OK.. back in business...take apart the computer....
32. OH WOW.. vacuum it out! Not sure if that is the best idea in the world.. but that is what I do... plus I have that suppressed gas stuff and spray that around.. with the vacuum running...for added fun. Unload about 10 pounds of dust bunnies... which is what I was thinking about with the adaptor... was it being affected by the dust...
33. Install new adaptor... plug the computer back in .... and .... and... and...
34. Houston.. we have lift off.
35. Looked at the evening sky... thought I should be out and doing my evening circles... you know.. I just said NO...
36. Left the homestead to look for bears... didn't see any bears, but saw my buddy VERN, and ONE of the guys with the golden glasses...
37. Returned home... finished dishes.. as they do not seem to end...
38. Talked to the husband man.. yes, this needs to be written down.. as it isn't a regular occurance.
39. Looked for marshmellow stick....
40. Returned to the great indoors... looked at the piles of projects that I had anticipated for today... decided to check out how well the adaptor was working... and here I am.... now listening to the rocketship son play his Bohemian Rhapsody (which I will never never never ever get sick of listening tooo)... and now he is learning Canon, and Beth (from Kiss)... I will start again tomorrow... but then again.. I work... so it wont start till later.....
41. Later people.

Todays adventure in...

hair colouring could quite possibly be a mistake.

Wont know until I let the stuff sink in, rinse it out, and unwrap the towel.

In other things far less adventuresome but worthy of note:

The Gramericason seems to be managing with his new school time slot.. of course it also means that he must get up early... but for the moment he does mind.. as his pretty little GF is always in the process of meeting up with him.

The aged little "Till Till" continues to enjoy her rice and chicken everyday. I am adding into the mix her regular crumbles...not sure what to do when I run out.... does that mean that her time has ran out too? For the moment she is still eating and drinking, and likes to carry her ball around.

The girl wore PIP tails to school. She can carry it off... because she is cute. Cute in her white capris & snazzy pumas. Lucky young PIP girl.

The husband.... well... he did his morning chores, kicked the boy in his backpack, and drove the girl to school. Sounds worse than what it is... it was a comedy induced kick, after the boy and I had a comedy act hug.... you know.. the akward hug sort of thing...

Which is what left me to colour my hair... which I believe is still going badly. I will blame the sister..she told me to buy the colour.

The husbandman is leaving on Sunday for a one day road trip, with one of his many boyfriends. I wonder if that one day road trip could be put to better use rebuilding a bathroom in one day... that would be nice. I will suggest that for his next Sundays adventure....

Scared to look at hair... will continue to ramble.

Bear season for me this year has been a bust. I didn't get near the pictures that I wished for. With the exception of a few good folks, there were too many sightsee-ers... not that I am not a sightsee-er myself.. but there was this certain noise factor... and of course ten zillion cars zooming past had something to do with it... I am guessing...

I will adventure down to the park in the afternoons now... I love the afternoon sun, and hopefully I will catch a couple of pictures of my favourite black beasts..... but first.... must go deal with the hair.

Oh that familiar sound...

THUU-ONNG

Another bird just bit the dust.

Will keep the eyes averted when I dart to the car.

Hopefully the weirdy type lizardly thing that the neighbour flung with his shovel yesterday wont be engulfing the nearly dead bird while I am in the middle of darting.

These are the true tragedies of trying to get to a walking group!

Once in a while ....

I would cook for the family....

If I wasn't busy cooking for the dog.

So, was she really departing from this life, losing weight quickly, .... & quit eating all that she knows was hers?

Do dogs only have enough numbers of kibble, before they are all kibbled out? I mean really.... she just gave them up... like a smoker. I quit. No more. Not having them... EVARRRRRRRR.

BUT NOW... because of the dog food intervention that we are in the middle of.... the stove is always on cooking a pot of rice. PLEASE.. don't come for coffee,.... instead we will sit and chat over a bowl of rice. Really.

I returned to the vet the other day.... I thought that the next time we went to the vet, it would be our last... but no... we trotted in... with her brilliantly infected ear. She has gained a pound since last week.... and emptied our non existent bank account another 120.00. At least they don't charge to put her on the scale.

The husbandman cooked chicken breasts tonight... one is saved for her breakfast tomorrow. GOD help us if ONE of the humans in the home wished to eat it.... that would mean the death defying missy would be minus her expensive protein for the morning.. and she couldn't possibly just choke down plain old rice.

Shit.. i am hungry just writing about it....
That "Till"... she is such a trooper... even when I said to the husbandman last Friday night to have a beer or 19, and take her for one last drive.. as she couldn`t go on like this, and it was just as bad having to watch her all day.. as in watch her walk from her favourite place to her favourite place, without sleeping in any of them, but rather just stare off into space. Dogs don`t do that... they pick a spot and sleep. End of story... but somehow the husbandman breathed some life in the little miss till till, and despite her incontinence problem that she has had off and on for the past bit.... the crazy cooking family has found her new reasons to live. ... tonight she is curled up in her favourite lawn chair.. doing what she does best... sleep and be `the till``

Run of the mill..

In back to school ville.

It's a beautiful sunny day.... and we are back to summertime. I think it is only going to last long enough for today...

My first Grade 9 experience so far... asking the boys GF to delete a posting from her Face.book. He was shocked, she was shocked.. and probably another good reason WHY we don't share passwords.

Straightened the girls hair... wishing I was HALF as beautiful as she is going into Grade 7. Hair coiffed and parted to the side, with a gentle enough curl to let it fall over her shoulders. Glad that I could make this all happen for her.

She asked me what I did with my hair.. back in the 1490's.

Nice child.

So I thinking..

I need to visit an eye person specialist.

For a number of months it appeared that I just couldn't read in the living room. I couldn't figure it out.... WHAT THE HELL?

How is it that I am not able to read in my very own livingroom?

Does this mean that the husbandman should HURRY UP and build a new space.. so that way we can incorporate new lighting.. and hence.. more reading?

An expensive endeavour.. but you know.. he MUST stay busy... should he not?

About two weeks ago I went to the dollar store.. and there I found THEM.

Magnifying glasses.

I found the gum section of the store, put them on.. and WHALA!... I can see.

So now... it's back to the livingroom to read again. WHEW.. close call.. and here I thought that I would have to get the husbandman to build a new room or something for me to read in... we wouldn't want that now.. would we...?

OH.. and because I was trying to be a smarty-tarty pants... I changed the font size on the blog... because you know.. the whole sight thing.

husbandman gets older and....

turns....

Into GADGET-man.

So... on top of him being the KING of all things... in his stealthy silent ways... he has now entered into a new realm...

LAPTOP world.

I am not kidding when I say he is KING silent. He says nothing... only onto his friends... and then they.. talk about men-like things... things that excite them... like hockey scores, drywall dust, radiators, plywood, (AND how expensive ONE SINGLE piece of plywood can really turn into), power tools & other useless pieces of info that seems to make HIS world go around.

I am OK with that... he's happy talking to someone...

EXCEPT the freaking CRAZY WIFE that is left holding the bag as to what.. "he might magically like" for his birthday.. when he clearly says nothing.

I mean really.. is NOTHING nice?

I might just be hung up on gifts... which I then "just happen" to let the husbandman in on.. and HIM with his steel trap memory.. remembers.. while... the woman that really is lost out there in the world remembers NOTHING that the husbandman has told her.

But now.. as of today.. he has entered laptop world... and is connected to the outside world once again... with HIS own password to get the computer up and running. Lucky for me... he just told me the password....

AS for the trauma that is plaguing the life... Little Miss Ellpee is currently holding her own... we have taken to cooking her rice and chicken, with the odd side of carrots thrown in. She still is enjoying her ritz crackers, with cheese on the side. I am not sure if she will ever go back to dog food... EVER AGAIN.. as she seemed to resist it on a good day, when she didn't mind eating. Not sure how long we are going to have the Little Lady Nine Lives Catdog around... but for today she is still with us.

This is her, in the back of the jeep.. with her harness on... looking for bears....

Too much, and too little

The days are creeping by quickly.

Somedays they are not quick enough, and other days there are not enough hours in the day.

This past week has been hugely trying, of which the only thing I will speak of is the Little Miss Till Till.

Now she is 12 (ish ) years old. It only takes common sense to know that you are not going to save a 12 year old german shepherd that has already had nine lives, and despite looking just like a dog, really reminds me of a cat. But of course the vet, and all their fees can surely save her.

OK... we will take her to the vet... because you know, it might be something fairly fixable (antibiotics for a UTI)...it's best to do something rather than a whole lot of nothing.

Well aren't we good... while we are doing a whole lot of nothing, the cost of doing nothing is rising.

Not sure what today will bring, as yesterday she seemed a lot brighter, I think that might be because she got pee all over the floors maybe. ( Making up for her lost puppyhood with us, which she didn't live here then... maybe). This morning already I can see a change in her again. The lovely stinky canned dog food that she was so excited to eat has already been shunned by her.

WE are not really excited to do anymore labwork. the urinalysis suggested that it was her kidneys that were failing, so we did bloodwork to show what the kidneys were up to... so then after that OF COURSE her liver enzymes were out of whack.. but wait... lets do another test, oh, and we didn't do a test that would show her white blood cells... too late for that... Where they have suggested to do an ultrasound.. uhm... no thanks....we'll wait to see if the bloodwork they did suggests pancreatitis... that involves antibiotics doesn't it.... ?

We'll see what today brings... so far, she is appearing unsettled, as in uncertain of where she would like to sit for any length of time.