It's a good evening.. oming

So another day has come and gone, and the telephone sits silent.

I would really love to know how it's possible for time to slip past so quietly, and yet so slowly.

I have very much decided that I really dislike the days leading up to Remembrance Day. This isn't just a thought from last week .... this has been something rolling along for a great many years. Although, this year has prooved to be entirely different. The days have whipped past, while slowly sneaking away. I am bored out of my tree milling about ...doing little tasks of life .. in very small doses, as I can't really manage to do a lot at one time.

I do stack two or three, and four or five details of the day into one grand event ... and then must pause, well stop completely and sit with the foot up, as it actually is agonizing otherwise. For the most part I am doing much better ... way much  better ... at least I do not have the agonizing leg pain that has plagued me for numerous months ... now if I stand on my leg ... I can just feel it start to get sorer and sorer and sorer ... but once I get off of it .... it settles down again ... but of course that leaves you with not being able to do much.  I will say I very much envy being able to walk out my front door, and just go running or walking or which I once upon a time desired.  Now I still have the desire .. although I do not have the cooperation....

I'm kinda bored about this whole biopsy business. I will openly say that I do not think that people are in a big hurry to arrive at a diagnosis very quickly .. it was the middle of August when the quirky dermatologist told me I needed a biopsy NOW, like two months ago yesterday sort of NOW .. and here we are ... the middle of November, and I am still plunking along waiting to hear again about a foot that has never wished to cooperate on any road it has traveled. Mind you .. I do have good runners ... and they match my cloured vests ... so you now ... at least we have good colour and comfort going on for me!

It's Eagle Season ... and I am going to go and find some eagle shots ... I managed to completely somehow miss salmon spawning season .. and that just happened up the road, and I managed to miss it. I went driving up their yeserday and was withered by the realization that I had missed it. Well .. I kind of wondered where I had been ... because I really am a professional at going NOWHERE !!

I believe for the most part that the bears have hightailed it back into the woods to find their winteryly slumbering spots. I haven't pulled out all my summer flowers yet, and just pulled out my dahlia bulbs yesterday and stored them away for safe keeping. I haven't cleaned up a bunch of my pots, and the hostas are slowly melting into the earth .. but that's ok ... they are kinda slimy now anyways. I have to admit ... Fushias are a pretty hardy little flowering plant ... they are still blooming ..

I even got the handsome son to earn his keep and pick up a bunch of branches that The Sir ad raked into a pile after our massive windstorm yesterday. Crazy towns ... it was nice to see the leaves blow off our front yard tree down the street ... it was ever so convenient!

Well, as with everything ... I am bored. Bored of everything. Currently all I am listening to is "FIRE!! ... "Fire!" ... The boyson is busily playing some game with pirates ... on the xbox one .... lucky guy ... being that interested in playing a game for that many gazillion of hours !!

Will be back .... when I have eagle pictures to splash amongst the flat confines of this space.

At some point you are a professional!

So LAST time I said to those Doctory types .. NO MORE BIOPSIES for ME !! Of course that was me concluding that THAT time was the last time, because surely to gawd the Pathologists would find whatever it is they were looking for with their microscopes and analyzers, and eyebulbs that probe for scary things and the like.

Today .. biopsy number 6 sample was taken. This one is the end of the road. For certain. The Plastic Surgeon even said it was the last biopsy sample he was going to take ... he's only taken two ... but I guess when you are the surgeon .. it get's a bit embarressing to be asked to RE-DO your work ... because after all ... aren't plastic surgeons the end of the road in that department?

So now ... I will sit and wait .. and heal this foot AGAIN ... although the answer has already been determined ... more or less ... well, more than less actually ... sighhhhhhhh.

Now that I am a professional at having biopsies taken out of the same spot on a very already sore little foot ... off I went to the Monday Group. Ya, I couldn't really walk at the end the session ... although ... I think it might have had more to do with the horrible tape that was stuck to my already very sore little foot, more than the actual sore foot itself.

GAWD damn it PATRICE!! who asked for the tape anyways...!!

I said to the fellow .. ya, that is not going to work ... but they put it on anyways ... because they didn't want to use the expensive bandage ... although I should have said ... Let's use that one ... why would that guy know that ... ? I will tell him in two weeks when I see him again....

So the BO BO boy has a sore paw too, he will be going to see the doggy fixer uper once the Sir get's home. Poor BO BO ....

Of course then we have the girl ... holy crap ... now .. she quietly says to me this morning ... do I need to go to school .. I only have drama .. and then I hang around for the next block .. and then I am going over to your group ... so I said ... sure .. no problem .. missy blondie locks .. stay home ... its ony drama ! HA ... well ... she is certainly very good in the drama department ... she managed to have a complete vasalvagal event, turn grey, collapses to the floor ... proceeds to sweat wildly ... then cools off as she lays on the floor, and eventually we get her back to the couch ... where she has remained all day ... so being a semi not super mother ... I made an appointment with the Dr. ... all the way into next week ... gawdddddd Patrice !!!!

ABOUT the Patrice thing .... it comes from How I MEt Your Mother ... and is just quite funny how the character freaks out and yells at the lovely Patrice over nothing ... all the time. Probably in very bad humour ... although I believe it to be very funny humour. That being .. I am odd and all!!

So ... with all good things .. I hope the husband is in one piece on his arrival home today ... !!

What a great length of time.

This is somebodys birthday present !! It will arrive in days ... all canvased up and ready for hanging on the birthday persons wall.  They will be so excited!

So the above little photo is quite fitting for me right at this moment. Interesting that the very few bear pictures that I managed to even capture this year is the direction my life has turned.

I'm walking all on my lonesome, with a wounded paw, in a direction unknown.

Apparently it has been determined that I have cancer. Well, the consensus is that I have cancer, or the best guess is I have cancer... or the wind is blowing in that direction that I have cancer. Five biopsies later on my little right broken paw has left the doctors scratching their heads, including pathologists that refuse to resolve that what they are seeing beneath the microscopes is indeed cancer. The best I have got was it's "highly suspicious" ... well I am highly suspicious about lots of things ... like those ZOMBIES are real from the walking dead.... they really are!

So off I wander along a road where little is known ... and the road is long. I think I will drag my camera along for this ride, who knows what sights I will see as this journey unfolds.

The CHICK a LOTS

So it has been a great long while of untypability .. but it is what it is. Shuddup.

I have had the EXTREME great fortune to have done a couple of truly wonderful things the past number of months ...

The girl and I went to the MICHEAL BUBLE concert together. That was killer ... i more ways than one ... but KILLER to see this guy in action ... in pure singing action. His show was amazing ... and you have to admit .. despite him being all married up, having a child, and only living 10 minutes away from me ... ONE DOES LOVE THAT MAN !!!

The Girlie Girl has managed to teach herself to use her guitalele ... and GUESS WHAT .. she is rather extradinaire .. as she strums and hums away ehind her messy bedroom door .... gotta love this lovely blond princess!!

Then ... another KILLER moment was the time spent with the GIRL and our trip to PORTLAND. It was hysterically funny ... and horriblly awful at the same time. We took the AMTRAK train from Vancouver. Don't do it people .. just don't do it !! Alan in the Bistro car couldn't get his shit together .. which made for a comical ride down ... and a boring ride ack .. as Alan wasn't there to make announcements every 10 minutes as to whether he would canadian money, or american money, whether coins could even be handed to him .. or not .. and please be patient ... there were 200 of us, and ONE of him ... hmmmm .. logistics people tell me something.

LAST NIGHT was fantasmico !! The ELTON JOHN son and I went to go see Sir Elton John at Rogers Arena. Holy Freaking Sunshine Muffins was that man incredible. I think My Elton John son finally figured out what it was like to sit and listen to him play the piano in our lovely little living room. Yes people ... this is what I deal with on an almost nightly basis ... I am not wrong in calling him MY Elton John. Amazing.

Mish Mash and all the stash !

So before I forget all things comedic .... here's a couple for the road:

It was Bo Bo's birthday a couple of weeks back ... and all I did was take pictures of him on his birthday. I mean ... who wouldn't, look how happy this guy is! That's his new kong. And check out the deer paw ... to us, that is a sign on contentment ... this guy always has a deer paw happening!

On the weekend the girl went to grad as a date. She looked gorgeous. We had her hair done, and make up, and the perfect dress. She was the perfect date ... especiallt since she knew how to handle the cutlery on the table, as the rest of the group freaked out not knowing what to do with all the cutlery .. and then, when it came to the dessert table she knew how to direct traffic for those that didn't know what things were. OMAGAWD .. that cracked me up. I would post a picture .. but I didn't get one. Cause the Minnie wouldn't let me ! What a bad Minnie Min !

So she's grounded right now .. or so The Sir says ... she really isn't ... however she is hilarious as she swore last night ... which made me scream, The Jimmy fall to the floor, and The Sir yell at myself and the Jimmy that we have corrupted our lovely Min Min ... even Bo Bo went flailing outside with our beautiful swearing princess, as he too could not believe his what his big satellite ears were telling him ... that our Princess Min Min insisted that she could "fucking fix the computer pullout keyboard herself".

I guess it's a family thing ... you would have had to be here to see how the family compact reacted, while she calmly tried to fix the keyboard. 

Today The Jim and I went to purchase a new $5000.00 keyboard for him. It was supposed to be on sale. It wasn't. What a shame. At any rate .. as we drove in to the place where we DID NOT buy the keyboard .. the Jim says to me .. "listen .. we know how this customer service thing goes down in places like this .. z'... nobody helps us .. we have to hunt for people, you get inpatient, and your true crazy comes out ... so here's the thing ... you remain as normal as you can, let me do the talking, and we will all come out of this alive". That my people was serioously funny!!

It's still a beautiful evening out there ... but I might call it a day ... this girl sleeps very little, is really never comfortable ever ... and today is just not up to greatness as the same blue skies and lovely winds. I just have a pure case of the tireds, as one would probably have after many endless sleepless nights. I am certain I have maxed out on the max tylenol for one day ... so perhaps all the better if I try and rest this very sad excuse for a little foot and ultra sore leg.

A little of Mish and a little of Mash.

Gardening magic

I would post a crap ton of photos .... if I could manage. Somehow this blogger isn't capable of finding my photos from the ipad. Not sure how this is so.

So in things that I can talk about:

I have been studiously slowly painstakingly methodically working on my garden the past number of weeks. It's a painful process of endurance, timeliness and patience. Something of which there are certain attributes that I own, and others are not coming so naturally to me. Like patience. I have been working to embrace the new normal of patience that one must endure to work on an affected limb that does not have the mobility or the strength to keep up with the rest of me. It's highly exhausting to continuously deal with the chronic pain that lives within this leg, and the work that it takes to ignore IGNORE IGNORE all of it. I eat Tylenol Extra Strength like I eat caramel popcorn, ... by the gazillions ! I love that stuff ... and the easy swallow tylenols are just about up there on the I LOVE IT list ! I can't live without them currently! But that's OK, ... this will not be forever ... just a bit of a blip in the road of life. However; the blip has been going on for over two years now .. but again .. it's ok .. some blips just take a little longer to fix. Clearly this is a bit of a long stretch blip.

I do believe that soon I will be begin my marathon of alcoholic beverage consumption .... surely that will improve the tylenol effect .. no? I am off of the bug drugs, and have been for two weeks ... a whole two weeks ... I think I was off the bug drugs back in November for about a month and a bit ... so I have a ways to go before I can be all show offy and big about my achievements! Ha! In the meantime it probably would be best to take up the drinking fairly soon!

Back to garden talk:

Despite the above bullshit going on ... I have managed to renovate my garden patch. I have made it a ton SMALLER, and a ton more DENSE! It looks fantasmicle! OK .. so one day the sister came and helped me do some renovating as well, but I will admit ... I did a huge majority of it ... so I am glad to state that fact! Slow and steady does get things accomplished .. I have actually managed to do quite a bit when one sits back to think about it .. if only I could post from my pictures ... the tales I could tell!

In things that are comical: (to me!)

Yesterday the Bo Bo turned TWO! So in an effort of true comedy I kept taking photos of him, and posted them on facebook ... all day. Like I had nothing better to do. Well .. in actual fact I didn't ... I was outside chopping up sticks with my new loppers  ... and there I sat .. behind the wood pile just chopping. Not a single person in the world would believe me that it it's quite soothing to just sit and chop and mulch.

I have a master plan for life beyond the wood pile ... I actually envision a swing seat to eventually take the wood piles place. Now that would be a practical solution for the ugly woodpile fascade.

In other things comical:

The girl got asked to grad. Of course that comes at a cost. A BIG cost ... one that the GRAD date doesn't take into account when asking the question of "would you like to attend?" ... there then is the consideration of clothing, hair, shoes, limo rides, grad tickets, after grad tickets .... you know .. that sort of inexpensive stuff. IN THINGS THAT are HIGHLY COMICAL .. again I have stated to The Fuss that she is of the requirements that she requires a REAL job! One where she has to report to the establishment on a weekly basis, and not on a singular monthly basis. ... albeit good the job that she has ... all the same .. this girl needs cash in her pocket .. not her mother's cash in her pocket!

So in moments of inspiration:

It is a beautiful day out here ... I have been up since 0500, and certainly not a moment of time spent in regret .. I LOVE to be awake nice and early in the morning during this time of the year. I can't get enough of the sounds of birds floating and flittering about. Todays affirmations include just feeling at peace with the sounds and the winds and the cool morning temperatures. Not that it is hot here ... just a cool morning and feeling eager for the day, and he gardening adventures that MUST take place.

In things that MUST happen:

Clearly I seem to have issues in the running shoe department .. as in ... DO NOT WEAR YOUR RUNNERS in the GARDEN ... but I do .. and now they are kinda on the obnoxious dirty side. So I must throw my expensive runners in the wash ... and let the machine do it's magic.

Yesterday .. while it was busily being BO BO's birthday .. I washed all his blankets .. included in that blanket was a bone .. while it was in the washing machine .. I was thinking to myself .. this better not be an indication that BO BO is getting a new washing machine for his birthday, as the machine was making a highly odd sound .... of which I happily ignored... much to my happiness.

Well ... do the best to make the day magical.

OK ouch.

So Tuesday was NOT a good idea. In fact, if one prefers torcher as a good time, then they  quite preferably would have enjoyed going to the Americas. Now, since torcher is a NOT THE word that comes to my mind often in the sense of fun; however it was torcher of what the day consisted. Not a good time in that department.

BUT .... all that aside, as their is always an upswing to every story. ... the day was truly fun and lovely and i would happily go about it again, minus the pain crisis that I seemed to find myself in.

We ended up at Red Lobster .. while I hobbled about the sidewalk for a bit, trying to breathe through the pain .. and eventually I found a chair to rest my leg upon ... and we endured a lovely red lobster dinner experience with the lovely now 17 year old miss fuss a lot. The AUNTS found all kinds of tidbits of good things for the 5'9" beauty queen!

So my little world had expanded for a bit, as he foot hadfelt better ... and now ... that world has shrunk again as I can not seem to tolerate spending any amount of time walking or standing on it. Not sure what to make of that sort of stupidity. Gawd.

We went out to a fundraiser the other night ... it was at the legion. The boyson, and his friend were just hysterical over the grey haired alcohol event that unfolded before their eyes, and the cranky lady that opened the door to let us in "What are you doing here?" she demanded. She was a scary cranky purse wielding door opening lady. We knew to follow her commands to the tee, for fear of being belted.

Last night the boyson, the same friend, and his mother and I went out to the commodore ballroom. I do not believe I have entered this establishments doors. EVER! Don't ask me how that is ... as I have seen lots of shows over the course of time .. and lat night we all joined to watch "Current Swell". OMAGAWD .. I loved listening to them ...

And now today ... a beautiful Mother's Day or such ... and I have spent the day inside ... just mussing about with a foot/leg that pains me with every step ... ok ouch!

The debatable BUG !

I am sitting here contemplating ... do I, don't I, do I don't I ... DO I DON'T I ?

As per usual I can not make up my mind. GAWD ... what's new with that ?

The PRINCESS doll of a whole 17 years TODAY is heading off to the great U S of A's to go shopping with her lovely aunts.

The debateable BUG: can I stand to go? Literallt that is the question at hand. Not to confuse the already confusing issue of debateable bugs.

I have no fascination with shopping, I can't find the happiness in it, or the satisfaction of shopping. Hunting and gathering on a whole new not hunger related need. How is it possible that people love to look at things, and stuff, and acquire and amass .. items. Just items. Not me. I am looking to get rid of items .. all sorts of items, in fact .. lots of items! Be gone items of excess, how is it you came to be mine anyways I ask.

That said .. I do love to collect one thing, or something .. and that's stories. I have been lacking in the stories department for a great many months .. it's like been the great drought of 2012-2014 and a bit. Where have been my stories, and my tales, and my observations, and my photographs, and evidence that the human race is a varying degree of cultured crazy. Now that undebatedly has bugged me that that part of my life has been missing. Bugging me big time.

I have been offered up an adventure or greatness, and I indeed shall look upon this adventure as truly a great one .. with many details and ideas to be soaked into my conscious, just to be rebuilt upon this very story telling forum. AND yet again .. I contemplate.

In other debateable bug stories ... I am now living bug drug free, as of yesterday. Easier said than done, the great bug doctor said NO to bug drugs, I have lived wanting to say NO to bug drugs, and the super animated Bug Drug Hating Dr said a BIG NO to bug drugs, and I now I will live by the consequences of their decisions ... this immunosuppressed body now is going it alone in this bug filled bug hub of life .. so Yes, I had the great fortunes to send that bottle of bug killers to the back of the cupboard, and hope for the best that the bug that infiltrates the little bugger of a foot will remain at bay, and let me be.

The cool ladies will go shopping ... and this one ... well it will bug me if I debate whether or not I should go .. so off I go, and no debating about bringing the camera, if I leave without it .. that will BUG me.

Minds made up .. no more debating about this bug worthy event!

AND ... because I have proof of life outside of these four walls I leave you with this:

Loving the toast

Ok seriously ... how does one come to love toast a lot?

Cause I am one that has come to LOVE toast than more than one could dare to imagine.

Of course I LOVE peoples accents, and peoples actions, and places that I get to see people, and people that wear nice lovely shirts, and dogs that look cute, and pictures that inspire me. I LOVE that stuff to bits ... 

BUT .. there is that ONE thing that wakes you up to a brand new day ... and it's called TOAST!

A toast for the TOAST!

I'm not sure when this transformation occured ,,, it was like a settling force that came to town, I am not sure if it's a seasonal thing .. like when you watch the leaves on the trees emerge in the spring ... because I have had fair opportunity to sit and watch all of these actions unfold. However toast is something that just keeps happening ... it's like a fresh spring morning ... every single morning. WHO could get bored of that ? Not me I say. 

Then of course there is the gentle paring of flavours. Will is be an apple, or a strawberry, or a deeper flavour like peanut butter, or then just bacon, or bacon and an egg, and then perhaps bacon eggs and tomatoes. Occasionally the excitement could be a strong cheddar slice with some raspberry jam. Now that is a delightful morning taste.

I just can't enough of my toast, toast, toast. There are the rare but REAL occasions that the toast must be eaten on it's very lonesome ... like just with some butter smothered on top. Now that taste is for real .. one of the best.

The configurations and contemplations are an endless game, albeit that the kitchen cupboard is stocked with varying taste transitions for the morning pallet.

One must not think too deeply about the additions to the toast filled endeavour, as it will ruin the moment of savouring the flavour filled expectations, it's almost like you have to reach you have to put all the items on a lazy suzy and spin till it stops, and the item that comes before you is the item that will be placed upon the toast. Bare in mind that I did not mention the blueberry and syrup combination now that is a flavour explosion one must be prepared for .. and therefore doesn't qualify for the lazy suzy agenda .. but must be contemplated all the same.

So much excitement ..... so little time ... think about it ... there is only 365 and occasionally 366 days to perfect the morning toast procedures. I am so glad I believe in the do-ever system ... so that way if I didn't get it right first thing in the morning .. I still have two more chances in the day to get it right.

Happy toasting folks!

Happy MayDAYS!

So my sister came over the other day ... I fed her licorice and goodies .. because can you believe it .. they didn't have any licorice allsorts. It's a good thing ... she says they are her vice! BUT .. I did get some good work out of her ... all sugared up and stuff and such!

I have/had been revamping my little back shade garden ... which required my moving and shoveling and walking and more digging and bending. All things that my little foot is most unhappy doing. I guess I have had enough of trying to get it to work properly that I asked for the Garden Goddess to come in for the kill! Which she did quite nicely I have managed to make the shade garden just a titch smaller .. now my whack of hostas are going to fill the space to the brim. 

In the meantime while all the garden madness ensued: we had a certain BO-BO that barked and flitted about the yard, and dropped his favourite balls all around our work area. Spilling water cups and hiding behind the green waste container .. just enough so he good dig his paws into the good green earth .. yes GREEN ... this furry boy does love his hole building adventures!

I found out today my friend was having an all day scrapbooking event ... missed out on that ... drag a million ! In other things that are a drag ... I am TRYING to create a scrapbook from the New York Adventure .. I can only do it on the husbandmans laptop .. MY LUCK ... as the scrapbooking thingy website place doesn't have an upload feature from dropbox .. which is where I housed all my photos .. so I could conduct business from the comfort of my livingroom chair via the ipad. That's something that I call the FML feature of my life !

I'm looking forward to washing my car ... and vacuuming it .. or better yet .. I think I am looking forward to finding a groupon that is going to do it for me! I am truly a professional at spending money via the internet these days. Now there is something to be super proud of !

In other things that I am proud of:

Watching that girl of mine be a part of the school performance "All. Shook.Up". I was wowed on all SIX nights of the show. Of course I am not wowed by the photos .. but that is par for the course with me .. 

In other things that are outwowing the wow filled wowness: The bad little foot/leg is living up to its evil self ... and has continued to somehow not wow me in the getting better department. It is so close to getting better that it is truly evil that it is not. I will make my way to the bug doctor lady ... which I really didn't want to go to, as she has real people with real bugs to deal with .. not this stupid little plague but us all foot that I own .... but ... I also thought .. I might just call her .. since I didnt want to make the decision as to what I should be doing ... so I called her office .. and asked if I stay on "these" antibiotics, or just discontinue them ... the efficient secretary said ... " I will send her a message ... that way if she says continue .. you don't have to come see her ..." ... The efficient secretary called me back .. with an appointment to see the bug doctor lady. In some ways probably not a bad thing since even though I can walk on my foot, it just continues to burn and has some lovely evil red streaks shooting around, with some interesting looking long swollen spot on the foot .. so you know .. everyday is a mysterious gift with this foot. One day it will be better. I'm forever certqin that one day is very near ... as I have wine to drink, and alcohol that I would wish to indulge in ...  I mean come on ... all this straight living induced my medication can only be tolerated for only so long!

So my girl ate some celery the other day ... she tells me after that eating celery makes her tongue go numb ... so she googles it .. and it happens .... to people .. from what I see ... something called Eugenol that might cause this to happen ... all the same .. sort of freaky .. so I asked her not to eat too much celery .. because a numb tongue leads to what ... speaking in a strange tongue .. and this girl is already strange enough! Ha!

I just remembered that I boiled the kettle ... probably over an hour and a half ago ... for some tea ... good thing that I have profound synapsing to have remembered that .. and on that note ... off I go to injest one of my bug drugs, some tea and tongue numbing celery ... 

It's settled!

I told the husbandman the other day. He semi inquired as to what was settled ... and that is where I lead into the story that he was going on a CRUISE with me ... in TWO years! Of course he was semi puzzled and then questioned his need to go on a cruise with me .. and that is where I told him that since he picked me as his life partner .. then he was just going to have to put up with me wanting to do something ... after 25 years of marriage. He didnt disagree, so I have assumed that he is agreeable to the cruising adventure!

MARK my words .. this freaking foot better just be completely better by then ... I plan on seeing the eastern part of Canada, and WAIT FOR IT ... am heading back to NEW YORK for some additional building spotting time! I am quite excited for this .. not sure how the husbandman is feeling .. other than he has two years to DEE-vorce me if he most unhappy on my adventure that I am excited to embark upon!

In other exciting adventures:

I met the most interesting Dr. the other day. He practically stomped his feet in hissyfitness as to why I was on antibiotics... and the most evil of them all ... something that drained into your arm no less! I loved how he exclaimed that he could throw a q-tip of one's nose or behind and find worse bugs, and we don't antibiotics for that. So after describing the misadventures of the little foot, he still remained insensed over the insidiousness of it all.  I then admitted that WE (myself and another Dr.) had had a good general discussion about him, and his hatred of antibiotics. He seemed most pleased with this sharing of information.

So then he told me to use this cream (Cyclocort) over the entire lesion on this foot. (Which he classified that it wasn't a wound, or an ulcer) .... I then said that the antibiotics had HELPED get it better over the course of January, Feburary, March .. etc... his short little Japanese wiry locks seems to  lose gravity after I said this .. and I believe I almost spotted little devlish horns begin to emerge .. so I took his advice, and spread this potent steroid cream over my lesion. One thing that weighs heavily on my brain, the fact that antibiotics are a vile form of treatment, and steroid cream isn't. Uhm.... everybody has their love affair dont they? At any rate .. I smeared the little foot with the cream, as he had requested .. and guess what folks ... FREAKING LIVED TO REGRET THAT HYSTERICAL ADVICE. Holy fat shrimp burgers, it burnt the living hell out of every inch of nerve ending on this foot ... and leg. I am still dealing with the fall out. Yes. All true! The biggest mosts lasting part was his hysterics ... poor little guy to think that he strolls thru life this way. Much to the humour of the crazy peeps like me.


In many other idiotic adventures I am now off to see somebody else about this craziness foot factor that is plaguing me. My favourite shirted good fellow rheumatologist guy told me he was done with me. So done with me. He told me that for real. I am guessing he doesn't like my bright pink vest, or the fact that I call him a colourful comedian. Actually last week I called him a detective, with extra credentials in doctoring.  Well what he doesn't know about me ... is that I am done with him! If he can't figure out to READ MY MIND on the day that I am to show up in his office, and put on MY FAVOURITE SHIRT that he owns .... then I just don't think our relationship can continue! It's not possible ... how am I supposed to sit and listen to his lovely fast irish/english accent .... in his regular baby blue shirt ... when he owns a spectacular lavender turquoise and white one. I mean gawd. OK .. so he does have a blue checked one, which I am amiable to ... now he just has to read my mind, and fast ... cause our relationship is dwindling ! I think when his secretary calls, I am going to have to tell her that he is going to have to put on my favourite shirt next time.... and then I think we will take a selfie together.

So did I mention that I misplaced a crap ton of pictures that I took in New York. Well I did ... so ... that's problematic. However now I just head over to google earth and solve that problem, then cruise into street mode, and whala ... I am again implanted into the New York scene. Very cool I will say.

Not too much is going on in this little land that I live in. Everyday that strikes me the garden is getting revamped. All of the tulips that showed such great potential at brewing actual flowers which had tons of foliage have burst through with FOUR WHOLE BLOOMS. The girl bows in front of the brilliance. OK seriously .. how EMBARRESSING!  That's alright .. May is just around the corner, and this means bigger more brilliant summer blooms .. so take that spring bulbs!

The sweet lovely girlie girl is heading off to Grad with a fellow in Grade 12. I think it's perfectly lovely that she is escorting him ... and now to get her OUTFITTED. Fortunately for me the TWO shopping loving CRAZED aunts have stepped up to the plate and are taking this girl preliminary grad dress shopping !! They actually head out on her 17th birthday overnight ... and I am hopeful they come home with grand almost grandness of a dress that will make her date for the night happy .. being that he is ultra fashionable. This is hilarious .. being that they are moms of icky BOYS ... and this girlie girl of mine is all fun with shopping and crazy aunts ALL THE TIME ! This will be us next year when it comes to a grad dress ... and ONE day a WEDDING DRESS ... oh what fun to dress the dolly ! And that this girlie girl is.

So ... today in the world of pictures ... things go like this:

The cuteness in the kitchen

All this guy has to do is just sit around. With his handsomely good looks, it just makes my heart melt. I mean look at his feeties, and his favourite ball, and the way he just sits and wait for someone to give him something. Well, currently there was the issue of cheese flavoured popcorn on the counter which he was truly admiring .. but all the same ... he's just funny.

One wouldn't believe that he spends a greater part of his time talking with you, telling you his stories of whoa, and how the family will not play ball with him outside. I spend a lot of time reasoning with him, which is more me just letting go of hot air. He dearly wishes to play ball, however the situation is one that he will not relinguish his ball to let you play with it. So his hopes fade quickly when we emerge into the great outdoors, and he skittishly flails about and crunches on his ball. If we dare to enter to the homeland, without a throw attempt even made for this guy .. he runs up all two of the back steps and baby boy barks feverishly and then generally punches the back door because we are leaving his presence. Again, the reasoning happens. He's coming up 2 in a couple of weeks, clearly my reasoning hasn't gotten through yet.

In other things semi noteworthy of the day:

I realized that I truly can't stand editing photos, it's time consuming, PLUS annoying when you edit to your hearts conent, and then move the photos to a new memory card, of which there are hidden files, so the move attempt is aborted .. along with the THREE hours worth of edits.

Her straightish hair turns curly again !

The day is an early one ... I have been awake since 4:30, and up at 5. I have watched the sunrise streaked sky come and go, and the greyness of this spring morning has set in. I am thankful for the morning birds that are reminding me of their presence. I like morning birds, as annoying as their constant chirps are, it does remind one that one is still here and present in this world and in a space where nature exists.

I think I am going to haul the husbands computer to my favourite chair, and start my New York photo edits over again ... this will be a chore .. but if I can remain comfortable, and not sitting upright on a bar stool (albeit a padded one), then perhaps my success rate will increase. Or perhaps I should just run with alcohol firing my engine ... now that could be some pretty imaginative editing happening here.

Well ... I am off .. hopefully to do more than stare at this cute guy pictured above!

New York

I made it to see you, however I will never be back.

Never say never now Deanna. .... I think to myself ... however, this is one serious NEVER. Unless of course I take the cruise of the ST Lawrence which I think I will, so I may end up in New York after all.

What a whirl wind crazy assed fast super sonic stealth tour we marathoned through. It was excruciatingly  amazingly wickedly stupendidly  FAST !

I loved it. I didn't love the exhaustion at the time, or the pressure of the subway doors, or the cigarette smoke. But that is all.

I loved the four hour walking tour, as we were fresh off our overnight flight.
I loved the endless headstones on our way from JFK to Manhattan.
I loved our hotel room. Cozy, warm and quiet, with the occasional door slam... although the first night in New York, I found out that our hotel room neighbour really HATED Laura. Whoever that Laura was.
I loved the buffet breakfast, and the stealth like waiters & chatty elevator men. I loved the warmed chocolate chip cookie that we got, as they certainly could not be given out cold, as they wouldn't have been rock hard.
I loved the dinner at Stardust Diner. A place where the waitstaff just sing .. and wonder around the place, and deliver your meals. I loved the fact that I simply had chicken and salad, and no beef burger for me !
I loved the Museum of Natural History, and the surrounding neighbourhood of Central Park.
I loved the food carts that found themselves planted on most street corners.
I loved the fact for the first couple of days we couldn't find a Starbucks !
I loved the green handrails marked for the subway stations. I also loved that I had gloves with me at all times, so I did not have to touch any of the handrailings within the subway station AT ALL!
I loved our time to get acquainted with the map.
I loved my four pillows on my double bed. Bed Bugs .. who cares !
I loved trying to find the open air market, just to be told that it had basically been washed away with Hurricane Sandy.
I loved our attempt at China Town, the Financial District, the location of the WTC memorial, the buildings at night, meeting at China Town, walking through Little Italy, jumping back on the subway.
I loved questioning THEO our little tiny Julliard Graduate with the VERY big operatic voice whether I would be allowed to actually see inside an actual theatre at Julliard, rather than staring at blank walls that I could otherwise find if I went back to work at Ridge Meadows!
I loved walking through The Met, taking a photo of it's grand staircase, contemplating purchasing an opera jacket, seeing the building of the creature from Game of Thrones, stepping inside another church, standing in line at starbucks for the sister, and crusing the streets back to the subway.
I loved the fact that I was able to let the awesome young teacher guide us back to our hotel, without flinching as to whether or not we would end up in such a place called HARLEM. I wish I could have made it there.
I loved going to RED  LOBSTER with Miss Fuss, and cruising through Times Square. I am MOST in LOVE with the fact that as much as I would have loved to see the violin performance, I simply couldn't put forth the effort, and opted to just stay in my hotel room.
I think my FOOT / legs loved me truly for the night off from traveling the pavement for one evening.
I loved visiting Rockafellar Center, Top of the Rock, Trump Tower, 5th Avenue, Madison Ave, Lexington Ave, Park Avenue,  Central Park, the New York Library, Bryant Park, Grand Central Station, Penn Station, 7th Avenue, Broadway, hidden gardens, The Gershwin Theatre, Wicked, Once, finding a fellow that was going to send The Fuss some Red Lobster memorlabelia, Meeting Morty and his Wife at the Metropolitan Museum of  Modern Art (MoMa), and loved that MOrty had just walked from 85th street from his Dr's office where he had just gotten a clean bill of health, and was tired, and only wanted to sit, but his wife was ready to drag him through the MoMa, whether he wanted to or not.
I loved seeing how much people are insanely intense on their cell phones, whether they were talking about their latest female "she said, then she said" crisis, or two fellows discussing whether to call another fellow, or two fellows talking about "her", or striking up deals, or making dates, and clearing calendars, or meeting with their lawyers in starbucks ... I LOVED THIS!
I loved that our plane Cathay Pacific was extraordinary .. the stewardess were beautiful, and the ride was like a limo ... I didn't even know we had hit the air, or touched the ground .. it was just that smooth.
I loved watching the painful agonizing procedure of people NEEDING to skate at Rockafellar Center .. what a freaking painful experience .. well for those attempting to skate... not those (like me) that were true people watchers. I am not certain on what that certain love affair is all about.
I loved eating at the Havana restaurant, and sitting at the bar drinking a virgin margarita.
I loved the fact that I remembered my umbrella, and a second set of gloves, and my pale blue oompa jacket that comfortably housed my turquoise or bright pink vests beneath it .. to keep me extra warm.
I loved the performance of Wicked, truly loved it, I wickedly loved the Gershwin Theatre ... very cool about that.
I loved seeing ONCE, and downloading two of the songs, I expressively loved that I got to watch the movie on the plane on the way home.
I loved buying postcards,, of New York.
I loved being on top of Rockafellar Center .. staring out into the vast concrete jungle landscape.
I loved crawling my way to the 108th floor of the Empire State Building. How cool was that. I took a picture of a pigeon.
I loved finding Kleinfelds, and seeing Randy taping the show SYTD.
I loved walking in TWO directions along the HIGH LINE, one way with MISS FUSS, and other direction with "The Boys".
I loved walking through Greenwich village, and talking to a woman who has lived there for years, but doesn't have a clue where streets are, or places. She just heads out and walks her dog.
I loved walking into a dog walker. She had a very mouthy shepherd as part of her pack. I loved that.
I loved meeting two women where they told me about a movie that was playing that was all about 3 boys that were bird watching in New York. She commented that she knew the Executive Director. Funny, given that I was with my bird watcher nephew.
I loved wondering the streets just looking at buildings, and trying to figure out where people work, and what do they do to afford nannies ... there were lots and lots of nannies.
I loved seeing a six foot leprechaun, and then I loved it even more that I saw him again.
I loved the menacing taxi cabs, and their endless honking.
I loved the hoards of people that just walk and cross the streets of New York on their own time, it's a definite blend of flesh and steel, and in reality I never did see either one of these come in contact with one another.
I loved eating pizza and delicious cheesecake, and munching on caramel popcorn, and licorice allsorts.
I loved the frenzy of needing to be organized, and out of the room in the morning.
I loved the garbage flying in the streets, and watching the garbage men.
I loved seeing the woman dispute the horse & carriage ride with the man.
I loved watching the man still his horse, while taxi's drove past and honked.
I loved staring up at the homes along Central Park West and wondering who owned them.
I loved being confused about old money and new money, and stinking rich wealth, and the dividing line between them.
I loved the quiet hysteria amongst Central Station and the trillions of commuters.
I loved the crazy man that got on the train, and the sophisticated lady with the cream hat, pointy red flats, and the ripped knee jeans, and the guy with the weird hat, super trendy black trench coat, white round rimmed glasses fellow talking with another dark haired trendy guy.
I loved the fact that it poured with rain only one night, I really loved that fact.
I loved taking the boat tour, along the Hudson River, exactly at the point where the plane crash landed.
I loved using my new monopod as a walking stick.
I loved fighting with the security guard about my monopod being used as a walking stick at the MoMa.
I loved the fact that one of our chaperones didn't have a clue where she was on the map at any given time.
I loved seeing New Jersey.
I loved seeing the spot where the Titanic was supposed to dock over a hundred years ago.
I loved seeing the world trade centre where it once stood, and I loved seeing the Statue of Liberty, and Ellis Island, and the shoreline.
I loved wondering along the Hudson River Park.
I loved that we walked so many places, and saw so many things that it was intriguingly difficult to recall every single area that we traversed.
I loved just being there, knowing that this experience was exceptional.

The Mega Story:

It was a real long story ... so long, so so long .. that I think I would rather just forget it. That's a lot of time to not be accounted for.

Let's go back a day, week, month or 4 ago.

I have never in my life lived through this amount of insidious unstoppable pain as I have these past number of months.

September was iffy, but manageable.

October was getting bad.

November was feeling very miserable.

Not even two weeks into December life turned horrific. The rest of the month was a blur of true full blown agony. And then .. along came IV antibiotics..... and whala ... eventually this happened: 

January was feeling a lot better.

February was truly starting to feel better.

March has roared in as it should, in a lovely feeling better fashion.

Enough said about that .. FIVE freaking months later.

Here is our BO BO ... well here is our little favourite ANGUS ... but I have renamed him Bo Bo ... and the family has followed suit in calling him that. He's just a super sonic character  !

Here are the fellows being the music boys that they are .. except the drummer will be being replaced .. the second from the left .. he is an excellent drummer .. but now must make way for being an excellent dad!

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And now .. must make some way for some big thoughts to start happening here ... 

Locked out

Well, not really locked out .. but rather locked away from doing my natterings and writings.

Until now.

Things have changed.

And I am back!

Thank you ...gawd!

So of all the greatest of things that happened in the past number of weeks, months and years gone past, yesterday came crushing in around me, and unveiled itself in the most unlikely of places.

Thank you Heather, and your 90+ years.

I met Heather for all of 15 minutes yesterday, and will never see her again, nor will she remember me. She will pass on from this life never knowing that the meeting with her yesterday was the most AHA moment that I have had in probably the last .. I don't know 15 years or so.

I fervently believe everything has a purpose, as difficult and tragic as some of the things that go on life are, there's just reasons ... I almost wonder if it's the actual universe balancing itself out. (Not crazy here, just an observation).

Anyways ... AS odd as it seems to be ... I think there has been a great protector hovering over me all these years .... keeping me safe from the very job that I was educated and trained to do.

Yesterday Heather called out for help ... and the care staff just walked past and ignored her, and claimed that "she's always like that" ... well for good reason ... something was clearly bothering her. My friend and I sorted Heather out, and walked her back to her room, where she was pleased for 3 minutes of time that we took to simply "attend" to her.

It was that simple.

It was at that moment that it really did come to me ... some higher power has saved me from becoming one of "them". I don't really know who "they" are, but there was certainly an abundance of them yesterday where I happened to visit for 30 minutes.

When I am busily being thankful this weekend, I will give thanks for the greater being that has steered me in many directions, except for the direction that I had hoped to go ... and yet I am already partway there. Believe that.

I will give thanks for the crossing of paths of people that I have been so fortunate to come across. It's for all these reasons that I give thanks to where I am at today, and what direction I am heading in, and what direction my children are heading in.

The boy is busily playing with his band up in Prince George at 3 schools .... encouraging the message of "you can do this" ... it just requires work and dedication to your craft, and just working towards the dream.

The girl will be busily doing her stuff after school that keeps her occupied with the school, on top of finding a cool little job that works her fingertips and her mind with all her social media expertise.

All of this is happening because of the good fortune and the crossing of paths that have happened many years before today.

Again .. good gawd ... I give thanks.

Happy October folks!

The Fuss and I went out to Harrison Hot Springs about three weeks back. It was an impromptu sort of event, which usually just ends up being fun. Which her and I had. I was using my 1.8 prime lens, iso 500 and shutter was I think 1/60

 

 

 

WE had a food photography night at our camera club. It was good learning for me, and I hope to be able to do more,... or at least practice. I can not find my flash drive, and did not submit these images to the camera club, for photo night - but now upon review .. they were worthy or other viewers. The last I know was "Min, can I borrow your flash drive ...?" Ya .. wish I knew what was on it now.

 

 

 

The Jimmyson and his band played the other night at the Port Moody Inlet Theatre. They were smokin incredible! These guys are the Canadian version of One Direction, and yet nobody knows of them. They have a CD which they recorded almost three years ago, but now these guys just sound even better than their CD. I am not freaking kidding you. They need some money in their back pockets to record another album, as they have a list of tunes that need to be layed down. These boys are brilliant. I'm not sure what it takes in a world of mass social media and marketing to get yourself noticed. Do you tweet or do you knock? Not sure.

The only for sure talent agent in this city that I know of is Bruce Allen. I almost think he's done finding people ... so who is the guy waiting in the wings ... ? At this stage of the game, there is NO ONE that could tell me now that these guys are not good enough, perhaps it might be Canada that isn't good enough for them ..

well ... pick a card ..

any card ...!!

Fun and games continue for all those that show up to the party.

Or not.

I have a choice of cyclophosphamide or mycophenolate.

Which will it be!

Dealer's choice will only be made known if the subscriber wishes to proceed.

Eight weeks and counting.

In other things that are even more annoying:

BEARS BEARS everywhere ... can I JUST get a picture .. I declare !

Yes, it's true ... we are coming into full on gorging season with the bears .. so they are now everywhere .. falling out of peoples bushes, front yards, carports and spilling onto the roadways ... they are covering the dyke in mass quantities and slurping back blueberries like nobodies business. Except my sensor.

The days are darkening quickly now .. so the OFF chance that I get to spy one, they are darting across the street, or sitting beneath crab apple trees with long grass in front of them. Really.

I think for today I am just going to take up a little spell of drinking. My favourite peach coloured plastic glass has just been freshly returned to its place on the shelf ... it needs some ice and some liquid refreshment to really serve it's purpose. LIKE NOW.

I took my camera downtown today ..I believed that I would capture some end of the summer photo ops. After my appointment I bought a sandwich, and a coffee and returned to the homestead - but first carted it around Walmart as I shopped for groceries. There went that thought.

Happy September to all the loyal and royal readers out there .. this time Elton John, I will include you, OK, and Steve Martin. Even though you are not royal, ... you play the banjo, so somehow you qualify.

On that note .. my glass is still empty. .. best go pick something ... 

wish wish away

That's the title for today.

I wish for a ton of things in my life .. who doesn't ... who wouldn't?

Maybe it is more for wanting ... I want for a great many things in this life .. who wouldn't .. who doesn't?!

Currently I am wishing for the big  FURRY boy to stop digging holes ... in the NOW ugly back yard. Now that's a definite wish.

I was talking to my friend the other day ... she said to me that it was way way way easier to follow along on this blog .. only because she knew me in person. Otherwise .. I guess I can only guess that the lines of wordisms get a bit scattered and scary .... and sort of leaves the reader question the writers sanity.

Fair enough.

I'm sorta crazy ISH. I'm guessing .. this time .. I will not be wishing on that thought. But I have this:

In other things:

Let me see ... let me see ...

So I went to a wedding on Saturday. I was the last person to be invited. I know that because I walked into the wedding while waiting for the boy .. who was invited to play at the wedding, except he didn't end up playing. Not that he couldn't play .. at the end of all the waiting .... there was a system malfunction with the equipment. He packed up his keyboard in the middle of the dance floor (an outdoor wedding) ... while people danced all around him. Interesting. Then we left.

Earlier in the moment:

The young servers were passing around desserts .. I decided to pass on my dessert since I was now sitting in someone elses abandoned seat ... however ... I passed my dessert to the superiorly skinny video taping guy ... he liked desserts A LOT. The second time around with dessert I passed him mine again, which  still wasn't mine anyways. That video guy looked like he needed to eat at least three peoples dinners and desserts to make up for lost time spent not eating at other functions in his life. This is the business he is in ... so he attends a lot of weddings ... eating desserts .... but probably not this amount ... especially when the keyboardists mother shows up and starts rounding up desserts for the poor soul! Except he didn't look poor ... he just looked like he could afford to eat many many desserts ... for days on end. Then the wedding people started their first dance ... the faceplant boys were up next ... albeit only two of them. That is generally how I think of them .. singlely ... or in multiples. Good thing I was dressed in my regular attire of khaki coloured cropped pants, with my matching polar fleece vest. THANK GAWD for polar fleece vests .. in the summer time. It was brisk ... now this late into the evening ..

Earlier into the event ...

I wished the Bride and Groom happiness .. as I walked past ... , they offered me food drink and desserts ... and made it to where the Jim was sitting with of course a random stranger .. nice guy. The Jim says .. "why does this not surprise me that you are here ?" So I  sat down .... I introduced myself as the driver ... oh .. which I was also his mother. The tables looked pretty .. as the backyard was getting dark ... so the candles were now being lit.

Just prior to the invitation:

I was rolling along the road to which the address of the wedding was taking place. I saw the lead singer from the band .... and asked if they had The Jim tied up to a tree ... and where they done yet ? The lead singer said they hadn't sang yet .. but they were up next .. after the first dance. In the meantime ... the lead singer, who's girlfriends mother was getting remarried and her two sister and their dates were all out taking iphone instagrams ... well ... I am not doing anything ... even if I were to drive home NOW .. I would have to turn around and come back for the Jim ... in what .. an hour ? They all agreed .. I took photos of the six of them .. and in couples .. with their phones ... they all suggested I should just go to the wedding and wait in there .. instead of driving around looking for things to do ...

As I returned from an errand:

I was waiting on the Jim to be finished with his gig ...I decided to take some photos for instagram, and found a couple cool photos .. as the sun was setting, ... I then drove down a side street and saw what looked to be a mentally challenged fellow out delivering newspapers ... I thought to myself ... whoa ... does he have someone with him ... how is managing that massive cart of newspapers ... so I scanned the horizon for a car or person that would have been following him ... which I did not see. So I continued on doing what I was doing ... until I heard "excuse me" ... in somewhat of a slight accent .. and there stood before was a young man loaded down with a massive suitcase, and a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, holding onto a phone. He asked if he could use my phone ... as his didn't have a sim card .. the other one (which he pulled out) was dead ... he was fresh off the plane from Austria ... had travelled to Lang.ley on a bus from Y.VR, had been wondering around Lang.ley for three hours ... and was completely lost. He was trying to make it to his friends place ... where he was going to stay for a week, before he went back to U.BC for the second year of his Engineering Physicist program. We texted his friend ... eventually made contact ... got the guys address, we hauled his 10,000 pounds of suitcase into my car ... with him holding my phone handing me directions ... delivered him to his friends house ... and I let him drink all my flavoured water .. cause I assured him I hadn't drank any ... I decided that despite me just getting new glasses in April ... clearly I wasn't seeing what I thought I could see. That ... or I had just met the Austrian version of George Kastanza. Where in that country George wished to be an Engineer ...

And I waited ...

I dropped the Jim off ..he unloaded the car with his gear ... the lead singer spoke ... "we are running a little behind" ... he said ... So I asked ... do I hang out in Lang.ley and just wait ... or do I go home ... "Oh hang out ... we should be good to go in an hour" ... he said to me. Not a problem ... me, a phone, some glasses and book ... this will work ... just as long as I don't get lost over here ... I will find something to do !

Three phone calls later ...

The Jim and I drove around looking for addresses that do not exist in an industrial district ... what the heck ... how do these places just disappear from a map ...?

The sidetrip:

I FLY to the mall .. and make a STAT purchase of a black belt and white tie. It's kinda freaking me out. Black shirt and white tie ? Seriously ..

The Job:

The Jim waits on The Sir ... so that The Jim can go help This Sir help him with a side job... just at the house behind us. Not a problem .. except that The Sir has been running behind all day ... unbeknownst to The Sir, The Jim is needing to get to the mall. He needs to make a side trip.

The rush:

I'm ironing The Jim's pants ... he is in semi melt down mode ... he set up the ironing board, collected his dress wear ... and trying to find the lead singer ... so he can offer up some directions to the location that The Jim is supposed to be.

The haircut:

I can't believe it ... The Jim managed his first hair appointment without me .. well ... not without me .. but without my bank account attached. CAN. NOT BELIEVE. IT. Of course I booked the haircut ... texted back and forth .. and talked to the hair cutter lady while I sat in the salon ... The Jim isn't quite up to that amount of hair cutting work yet.

The shopping trip:

The Jim went to the mall to do a good deed for his friend ... well ... she was applying for a job ... he was purchasing his first pair of REAL dress shoes ... now this is when you know that your youngster is growing into a fine young fellow ... when he comes home with a beautiful pair of dress shoes.

A cancellation request:

So The Jim is fresh into his graduation experience ... he is doing very well for himself.... as in .. just getting himself established in life .... he doesn't know exactly where he is headed, but has enough smarts in his head to know that he definitely needs to work to keep afloat .. and definitely knows that his current job will not be his lifetime achievement .. but clearly knows it's a place of growth ..and freedom to cancel a shift if he has to ... because he doesn't need to worry about real life quite yet ... so .. he cancels his saturday 8 hour shift. Which was from 7-3.

The Text:

So we need to play at my girlfriends moms wedding ... be there by 5 .. don't be late ... we are going to play for about 20 minutes ... probably around 5:15 - 5:30.

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I bet my faithful readers were wishing right now that they had read from the bottom up .. well not today peeps .. not today ... just daring to be different ... or is that just wishful thinking?

Comedy strikes hard

Sometimes.

Like, ... yesterday when the cutesy furry boy named ANGUS .. who should actually be renamed MENACE .. insisted on his shell adventuring ways.

Oh .. nice .. I live at the beach .. !!!

Comedy folks. Just comedy.

Oh no I don't ... however ... a large number of years ago ... I began to be adventuresome in the shell collecting ways ...

AND so now .. so has the dog! Everyday he's out ... hunting for shells ... and shell bits, and searching heartily so he can be that true shell worthy spirit .. that I once was.

CAN I just say that a shell collecting dog ... is actually kinda sorta deeply scary ... because now he chews that shit like a kid with a package of bubblegum stuffed in his face.

Shell collecting .. what was I thinking ...

In other things:

Today's event will be a rather large endeavour .. one of which is a bit of a freakfest into what it is that I actually deem important .. and what NEEDS TO GO.

I am emptying out my filing cabinet ... because things like knitting needles and empty bottles of scrapbooking glue I believe are now housed in there ... and because things are really never where they should be ... I have a lovely rattan basket stuffed with papers and such that belong someplace .. I think like a filing cabinet or something .. but I could be blatantly wrong with that one.

Which would be why I am so conveniently writing this little story ... to keep the agony portion of this hideous task at more than a arms reach away. I am going to will the phone to ring at any moment... certainly that will divert my attention ... deep into next week. I can only pray.

In other things even more un-newsworthy!

The girl went off to Jam Camp this week. I don't have a clue what it's all about ... other than I believe people jam .. she did bring her guitalele. Hopefully she doesn't fall on it as she trips her way over the rocks towards the beach where they can take that attractive beach sunset picture ... or not. In other things that I really don't have a clue about ... is how she is getting home. I mean .. I drove her to the ferry terminal ... and dropped her off .. with her friends ... but I didn't inquire as to how they would return from the ferry terminal ... to the homeland. Ooooops. I guess I should have questioned the organizer a tad bit more. FUSS ... your maja really does love ya ... I just forget to ask a pertinent question ... that's all. Oh well .. I guess she will text me from the ferry terminal of her need for a ride ... if she has enough battery power left on her phone. ... public phones .... ewwwwwwww ... what are those anyways ?

In other things lacking of details:

I got my hair coloured yesterday ... PROFESSIONALLY. People .... all my lovely readers and followers ... what the HELL was I thinking all those years .. ? Oh .. I know .. the MONEY factor .. right ...at any rate ... now I sit in a chair .. and someone colours my hair for me ... and I LOVE IT. However .. I have realized that the next time the magical hair colour fest will take place .. this little chickster is going to need some foils dabbled around ... I now see the space in the hair where the foils once were ..and where they should be .. that's ok ... only a singular hair wash in .. and half the colour will wash out .. I'm certain of it.

In things of the OCD nature:

Is it troubling to be continuously looking out the backdoor incase a bear is walking through the yard? Last week I spoke of the black barrel that needed to be moved .. so .. that was project el completo .. however; I am still busily turning my head to make sure that I don't see a bear wondering through ... as my little mister furry menace would be spooked and rattled by this sort of character drifting through ... currently the furry menaces pre occupation would be the squirrel that scitters through the tree tops irritating the living daylights out of mr springy paws.

In things that keep my spy paycheques coming:

There was a house that was rebuilt two summers ago. They reconfigured the house .. so now instead of a kitchen that resides at the back, it is now a bedroom. For a long while it did not have blinds ... and now the home has been ideally outfitted with blinds blinds and more blinds, which is all lovely ... except for the fact that the blinds never move. So where they once had an abundance of light ... they have moved to the darkside? Not that I really give a crap about the such things ... I just notice the blinds never move, up down open or shut. EVER. I guess they are MOLE people that inhabit the home ... but that's just cause I am a spy.

My coffees cold, ... and this basket of stuff is just screaming at me ... looks like I better get moving ... and sort out all this dead tree shit.

Special thoughts go out to my loyal reader peeps ... including Elton John, and George Clooney .. oh and Steve Martin .. cause I know you three guys always are on the up and up with the great goods being spit out here on a semi regular basis.

OH .. and in other things of NO IMPORTANCE whatsoever ... I read that The Real Housewives of Vancouver was put on hold ... (CANCELLED ?) ... OK ... thank you BRAVO ... these woman were portrayed completely AWFUL ... and unfortunately were highly plastic ... yuk ... so .. that is just so not VANCOUVER. Well .. I guess in reality NONE of Real Housewives are any good ... just a display of look at how much money we have to play with .. and we still can't be nice.

Well .. that's comedy .. striking hard.

The dog is:

1. Being good?
2. Being Crazy
3. Loving to bark?
4. heavily into biting?
5. Big into laundry detail?
6. involved with sorting out the bushes and plants?
7. Playing with his ball?
8. Finding assorted objects and treat them like snacks?
9. Chewing on his bone?
10. All of the above ... and I screwed up to find that he was doing NUMBER ONE, which resulted in 2-8.
11. I now say ... The dog is ... chewing on his bone. And I will leave it that way.

Just in case:

You were thinking that I have nothing to say or write.

WRONG.

I have started using Google Chrome. UHMmmmm ... despise the blog lay out with this view, and the font. I'm not fond of the font. Good thing I am not eating fondant on top of the fondness of this font. Now we are talking a fine fondant font fuck up.

YES PEOPLE. That is a magical word. It continues to describe all. In one short quick slap in the head sort of way.

In other things far less fondless font taled:

I am on a time crunch today .. I have to get myself organized, and shipped off .. in an effort to visit my friend .. at her BRAND NEW HOUSE. Now that's exciting .. and I thought driving a BRAND NEW CAR was exciting .. well it was .. but now living in a brand new house .. well, how cool is that !?

Of course .. given the fact that I live in pretty much a brand new home and an old foundation .. I should qualify in the perfect sounding Bob Barker sort of way .. A BRAND NEW HOUSE should remain a constant in my world .. of thoughts.

I am going to have to make a bee-line for he bathroom .. as the boy has to work .. and I have heard his alarm go off ten thousand times .. but alas .. my toothbrush is still tucked away ... and since my time crunch is equal to his .. I could be sent to the bottom of the wait list if he makes it in there before me .. given that we have ONE SUPER NOW OLD NEEDS TO BE RENO'D bathroom in this house ... All is good .. I retrieved all things that are required to step out of the home and into public view .. oh lucky me .. or should I say THEM.

So in other things that are looking not great:

My hanging baskets. Next year I have a whole new plan of attack. AND attack I will do. The situation here people is the very fact that at the beginning of the season I purchased well grown plants, which of course look hugely lovely .. the very second you adorn them to your home. I have been diligent in the feeding of the food department, and the watering ways of this world I live in .. but then there simply comes a time when these lovely overgrown leaf machines just begin to get too big for their britches and grow out of their pots. With the success of the summer weather .. the baskets have taken a blow at trying to remain beautiful .. they simply just look exhausted from growing, and enduring the heat of the day ... SO NEXT YEAR .. my plan is to remove these lovely plants from their purchased pots, and extend their life by setting them in a larger hanging pot, with a fresh crop of dirt ... THEN ... at this time of the year when they look weathered, wilted and done ... they will have continued life .. and myself .. will have continued work doing all the watering of these finely growing pot busting beasts. Or so I think this is how it's going to go.

So I was afraid of a dog the other night. It was as big as a calf, and heading straight for me. Yes peeps .. I for the three seconds feared for my life .. or at least my ability to stand as it ran at me .. and almost knocked me over .. all he wanted was a giant pat on his huge german shepherd head ... he was extra lovely .. despite looking like a little calf and all. So our little guy .. was half the size of this grandious speciman .. so so so so so thankful .. that I do not have a little cow running through my home .. although somedays ... I have zombies, and wombats, and tazmanian devils .... just in case you began to think that I run a normal homestead .. 

twitter me timbers

So I have become a twitter - ite. Different than a hutterite, or a mini-mite but not far different from a bug bite. I'm bugged by the twitterlyness of my fingertips. for no reason other than to promote the "you know whos". Hey .. Justin Beiber's kind mother did it over YouTube .. why not myself over the twitter lands? Other than .. I just keep re-tweeting the same thing, or the semi same thing, or partially the same thing .. but then again .. what really is twitter anyways .. fragmented thoughts in need of decoding. Well HOLY SHITBALLS .. bingo .. that's me on a daily basis.

In other things that have me into a twittered frenzy:

Little mr monkey boy has done a fine job of crafting up a complete mess outside in the perrenial section of the yard. I was just thinking to myself last week that we got lucky with mr monkey and his gardening adventures .. when ... like the people mind reading dog that he is ... he started in on my garden .. and finding objects of desire .. this past week it has been my perfect picket fence gate, and now the amazingly seasoned wooden clog has been turfed into the trash. The wire basket that was perfectly place to keep the seedum in place has been deconstructed, and now the plants are perfectly positioned .. all over the ground. The impatience pot .. has been knocked over twice .. however the cute little white urn type plant holding device has withstood Mr. Monkey boys advances.

In other news:

The girl is home from her week long adventure at Gramas Baking Camp (aka a visit with her grama) .. and the boy is home from his weekend worthy adventure with the music  making band fellows. Well .. and of now of course my Laundry Boy has decided that trying to get into the dryer would be a good idea. MUST. GO. NOW. ... rescue the dryer .. and cure this case of twitter-itis.

Twitter me crazy

So I have this son .. The crazy piano playing Walmart working GRADUATED son of mine !! He is busily being a committed band member .. Called The Faceplants. Buy their music, it's on iTunes, and its good listening. Oh wait .. I'm a LIAR .. It STUPENDOUS listening. Raw talent ... Converging to create phenomenal music. 

Except .. I can't figure out ... Am I the only one that believes this ... They have even a larger number songs now that are UNRECORDED !!! ok .. Omagawd ... These guys need to get into the studio and record their stuff -----

I.

KID.

YOU.

NOT !!!!

How do people find these guys in this age and time. To watch them, to listen to them ... It's SERIOUSLY amazing .. I can't be the only person that sees this .... 

So a band that has NO MONEY   ( well they gave a 1996 grand GREEN caravan that they TOUR IN !!).. and NO REPRESENTATION has to go about this world remaining unknown ... and then along came  twitter ... And some video ..

I kid you not oh loyal followers .. I have been spam tweeting a shit ton of anyone's out there in this Universe .... These guys have got a beautiful sound that DESERVES to be sitting in people's iPods and airwaves ... And suddenly .. It's my job to get it there ....

Well ... Not suddenly .. It's more like HIGH TIME this music made it there .. Stay tuned you twitterites !!! 

Happy Tuesday my Queens and Kings !

So today is Tuesday, and as per the regular Tuesday schedule I .. have nothing on mine. I can't tell you how much I enjoy the simple sign of simplicity ... there isn't a single one thing that has got me obligated today.

Not.
A,
Thing.

In case one is wondering how it is possible that how does a regular boring housewife have nothing on the go .... it's a result of perfect planning ! I have planned for nothing .. and anything that should be planned ... hasn't been .. mind you .. I guess I should give myself more credit than being a boring housewife ... it is clear that I am a slave to my home ... but not in the fashion that one would believe with no dust and chronically clean floors ... I leave that up to the housekeeper .. which I still do not have. What is a housewife anyways ... because certainly I am not one. But that could just be a guess !

Moving forward into the Tuesday madness.

I have got to hit up Costco in a while ... now that should be exciting .. no list, and an empty shopping cart. And lots of time on my hands. This may not end well. For something .. like a certain bank account. Mind you .. I have a friend that shops like the zombie apocolypse is just around the corner ... or worse on her doorstep ... so I am so not that bad ... !

Am helping out a friend over the next number of months ... she's too busy for her business .. so I'm filling in the blanks by becoming her trusty assistant ... from home ... when I can sit ... and do things ... for short periods of time ...

So .. on that note .. I'm\ done for today.

Have to go find a comfortable spot to sit .. and tweet up a ton of magical words to zillions of strangers. That's my mission. It has to be someone's .. might as well make it mine.

Thank you for remaining loyal my Queens and Kings !

Humour..

Can now find me here. 

I have avoided this whole on the fly sort of deal .. But have also come to the conclusion that perhaps I'm not so traditional.

Lets get this right .. 

I don't like to cook ... I am neat .. Except I am one to not be bothered if things are UNneat. I don't have real jobs, but rather parts and pieces of many. I have quite a rare and odd health condition, which I'm fortunate to be in both good health, and awkwardly bad health at the same time. I talk with my hands while not being Italian, and have lots to say about very little. My view of the big picture is generally skewed by my failing to see the big picture like other people do. I'm a planner and a impulsive all in one. I'm certainly no different than any one of the other I habitants of this world .. I just share my philosophy right here .. Ok and holy shit .. A tiny bird just landed .. And I thought it was a rat. Gawd. 

Oh and in other things far more exciting .. I now have this app so I can off load a ton of crazy dog pictures .. That because I've clogged the rest of the news feeds with them .. I might just continue with that trend. 

Like  these:

Look how happy he is .. Now I'm just that happy .. Blogger on the go .. Watch the millions of viewers and readers erupt .. Cha Ching ! 

Well I .....

Better go plug in my curling iron. Today's hair style is gonna need some crimping.

Am glad the boy is over there ... however I wish him now to be back over here.

See that the girl has finally got herself some real sunshine colour. Happy is .. sunshine.

Have the doggy locked in his baby boy house. He's so full of beans the whole north side is beginning to turn sour.

Have a bunch of holes to fill. See above.

Am drinking another semi cup of coffee. This one had to hit the microwave I did such a piss poor job of drinking.

Better get this drinking problem under control.

Better rephrase the last statement .. I should this drinking problem a little more OUT of control.

Am still currently happy with my LED light therapy thingo's. They are doing the trick... and they are real tricks to the eyes ... even though ONE would not believe me ... cause it all happened on the internet.

Best think about putting on some lip and stick, and colour up my eyes with my NEW hypo-allergenic and opthamology approved eye stuff ... let's see if I manage to make myself go all house eyed with stuff !

Better instruct the fuss on how to put things she doesn't want in a bag. Currently they are sitting in a laundry hamper, which need to be transferred. Interesting .. one can transfer ten thousand illegal files, but can not physically move an item into a bag.

Shouldn't say the shit like that above .. illegal ... no no no ... borrowed. Permanently.

Am waiting for more inspiration to write something exciting.

Better get on that tomorrow.

Will say good bye... my single loyal reading person.