Well I lied....

Can you believe this.. how in the world am I awake half the night, and the Mr.Notsosilent is busy sleeping.... and yet he heard a big crash in the back yard. How is that? How does he get to hear the big crash.. I have to review the steady stream of shows that I reviewed in the great middle of darkness...because it was then that our fourty year old willow tree twisted, snapped then fell over.. and crashed. There was no wind either. He was the one asleep and I was the one awake...or was I?

drizzle drizzle tick tick

Well, what shall I talk about..... think think think... ah click....
My green clock tells me that it is 2:50 am, minus the sound of the ticking, but I can see the second hand chugging along...and it is nicely raining outside, hence the drizzle.. looking to my right I can see that we have finally shut the sliding glass door. This door has remained open all summer... day and night, home or not home... with the exception of the screen, that remains shut.. for fear of bugs you know... The evil queen that will be a mere 11 years young in three weeks also doubles as the evil gate keeper. NOTHING, NOTHING and NOTHING... can get past her.. except flies.. she doesn't have a taste for flies, she does however enjoy the taste of bees... bees are included in the NOTHING category of getting past her. Any minute now the evil queen will be taking up her post at the front window and letting out her loudest and evilest of frenzied barking that she can muster the strength for at this decidedly dark middle of the night hour... as the paper fellow will be delivering the paper soon. I have to say though.. he is quite good at avoiding her snarls, as he is quite quiet and manuevers our mailbox with supreme silence. Horray for him... mr expert paperdeliveryman. We pay by creditcard for the paper.. sorry fellow no tip for you.... he he he . The clock struck three.. my favourite of favourite middle of the night television shows will be coming on right now... Canadian Rivers, followed by Great Canadian Parks, then there is oh damn... my memory is failing me... but it's always something Canadian that makes me stay awake until five.. and then I usually begin to watch the news... just in time to be really tired and need to go back to sleep at 5:45, just to wake up again at around 6:15 so I can watch a baby story... cause that is all kind of sweet and special and gushy and almost stupid really... but it gives me something to listen to... and then by 7:00 my favourite history channel comes on... and I learn about great people... couldn't tell you any of their names right now... but the problem with that is... I have to get up at 7:00 to get myself ready for the day... so that I can get the chicklets ready for school, and pack their crap.. so the whole 7:00 show becomes a problem if I am up half the night watching other Canadian shows... what to do, what to do... well, as the evil queen has parked herself in the livingroom, I will now take up residence on the couch in the den, with my most favourite shows, and the fishy blanket that keeps me warm.. as the clock ticks, and it continues to drizzle.. and the real reason I am awake is because my most favourite tidy person is sleeping right now...... and he is sleeping way way too loudly. I say that because I am a polite wife... he he he he.

Anybody have a two four???

That's right.. a two four.. I am not certain why I let my sister drag me to places that are completely unreasonable. Ultimately, absolutely and completely unreasonable. I am the older sister... so therefore naturally I should be the boss. She is two years younger than me, therefore two years much sillier than I. I let my reign slip a bit this evening.

For some reason all of the world seems to be sold out of the Crayola 24 colour package of crayons. Really and truely, they have become non-existant. That would be the reason why there was a line up twenty people deep at Staples. I had to question her sanity (and mine)... "Are you really going to stand in a lineup this long for 24 crayons?" I promised her success if she would leave this beehive of activity... and empty crayon shelves. I suggested "The Stupidstore", surely they will have your colours... and besides.. the lineups will always give us entertainment value. I was correct, because.... I am the older sister.

Talking to Mr. Tentative.

So Mr Tentative new employer wanted to meet me... right now.... right right now. I decided to conduct my own interview over the phone. He insisted that I come on down and meet him... and I insisted that I had just one more question about his great place of employment.... in the end.. I won... I needled away tiny questions... you know.. the stuff that rules things that would be on a pros and cons list.... he very quickly answered some questions that would have been put on a cons list... so yae.. I say to him.. I have just ruled out this job for being for me.. sounds great.. sounds like I am about 4 years to early for it....sounds like I would like to have more money... without actually saying that... and guess what... I have just saved "you"... Mr Tentative Employer... a whole bunch of time.... says me.. the woman that now works every single freaking weekend from now until eternity... since I can not find a job that will suit my very particular little requirements. Oh, and I work Mondays to.. and another day of my choosing in the week. But nooooooo, I don't work full-time... now do I? Excuse me, the dryer just went off.

I have two children that make me crazy..

WE have these two kids that contribute to my craziness, well and two dogs... they get in on the "Creation Craziness Quotient" as well. But now the blogger thing has gotten a hold of this piece of information... and is making me crazy....I will have to quit this blogger thing if it doesn't settle... I wish I could quit the kids some days... but apparantly you're not allowed to do that...or so I have heard....
Can someone tell me what this means.... and why would a person that has isolated herself to only understanding the English language be able to make heads or tales with this message:

001 java.io.IOException: EOF while reading from control connection

What in the world is going on??

I have mailed to the blogger people for help... just blogger help.. not help in real life... although if they can't give me any suggestions.... it's gonna start affecting my real life.. that could be dangerous.... a crazed blogger working mother.... not sure if that is safe on the streets.. I'd rather see a black bear walking next to me!!!!

This is going to make me crazy..really.

Okay, now it's down to point form... I detest this bad blogger... bad, bad bad. I have twice written a post... yes twice... twice I have written words that will only confuse me in years to come... this will be the last... otherwise nails will be popping up on computer screens everywhere. I even tried control c-ing it... and it wouldn't do what it said it would do.... the crap that I was going to throw on here seems hardly worth it.. not worth it at all.. so now it's the deeply condensed mad crazy woman version.
I find an ad for a job.. perfect. It has me written all over it.. with the exception that it is full-time. I don't do full-time. Can't. Not. Wont. Refuse. Absolutely refuse.
Anyways... I decide on a whim to email a resume ... not sure why... I never hear back from people when I do this sort of thing. The email doesn't go through. Just as well, I don't want full-time. Well, the email doesn't go through until the Silverlady starts to act all persnickity, and I turn her off to set her straight... when she comes back on... my email goes through... whoops, forgot about that little number. Oh well, going on past experience I wasn't concerned about hearing from them. Hmm..Today, I hear from someone. Figures, figures, figures. Wouldn't you believe it, not only do they get back to me within the hour of the "accidental emailing".. now they are ANXIOUS, and would an interview at MY CONVENIENCE. I believe I have emailed the twilight zone. I will call tomorrow to confirm if my suspiscion. Or not.

How weird is life... I need a reminder?

On a whim last evening I emailed a resume to a place that I would be interested in working at, and to sound even more odd, I am not sure why I even did it... I think I was just daring someone to call me. It is full-time, or so the ad says with the 37.5 hours attached to it. The e-mail didn't go through. Oh well, it wasn't meant to be. That's alright... I can take it... I have sent out a "wack" of resumes in my time... to hear from KNOW ONE !!! I'm not hurt... I've turned an immune eye to the employers who lack the money and manpower of an acknowledgement. Soooooo, this morning prior to baking cookies before school... I got a bit PISSED at the computer, and turned it off and on.. to reset the lovely silver lady.... of course once I did that .... I saw my email being sent. OOOPS. Oh well.. I won't hear from them.... I won't hear from them until I read an email from the fellow after I return home from the kids first day at school.... an hour after I mistakenly sent the bloody thing. Figures. Figures. Figures. This person is ANXIOUS to meet me... and wanting to set up an interview at MY CONVENIENCE... is this an actual employer talking to me??? I might have drifted into the twilight zone... really. I think that's where I sent that e-mail... to an employer that answers you the very day you mistakenly send them a resume. Hmmmm. Too bad I can't consider the fine sounding job.... It's ok, I still have my 2 jobs that I get to juggle all year long anyways...I'm just wondering if I should make the call.... just to talk to the human on the other end... and thank him for acknowledging my accomplishments laid out on a piece of paper !!!!! Or not.

So this is how it all went down...

The youngsters and myself made our way to school... on the first day, on time. That is the last time that will happen... I am the 9:00 on the button parent...I try, but can't help it... anyways, there are reasons why you leave certain things for the very last minute... like baking cookies for the parents while they waited around for the whole 45 minutes the kids were in school. So, as I go to find a spot to put the fesh out of the oven warm cookies... I find the Parent Association President.. and I go to hand her the bag... and then this woman walks up and starts ranting and raving about her child being frisked by cops the day before... I start thinking.... cookies, cops, cookies, cops, cookies... well I guess the cop thing takes presidence... as I am walking away I realize she isn't recounting a story.. she is practically yelling at the PAC pres lady...apparantly the PAC pres lady called the cops because some kids were hanging around, with backpacks, and looked like they were doing drugs.... so the hysterical mother is yelling, and waving her finger at both of us... and that's when the freshly baked cookies came in handy... "So" I cut in "where do you want me to put these?" I ask the PAC pres lady.... and make a eye motion to move it. I separate them.... as we walk into the staffroom with the cookies.... and leave the PAC pres lady in there in her dazzlement. I leave the staffroom, to walk back into the hallway, where the hysterical mom feasts her eyes upon me.. and begins to drill me.... I looked the crazed woman straight in the eyes and told her... "I am here bringing my two children to school, beyond that I have nothing to do with what you are going on about..so don't bother talking to me or anyone else about it"... and walked away... ( I have very, very mean eyebrows... my scowl alone should have frightened her)....I have decided I wont talk with her any longer !! That was the first five minutes of school for me.. next time I will be late... and I won't bring cookies.

Just the start of beautiful new day....

I was up part of the night... all night... thinking about today. But now, I am wide awake, fresh coffee at the helm... and of course closing in the on the 9 oclock hour. The lovely first day of school.....
Bye bye kiddies.....! Love ya, and your thoughts, ideas, personalities, blue eyes, creamsoda bikerides, hissing episodes, fighting festivals, laughing fits, spazzy moments, battling toothbrushes, remote control hogs, bearwatching buddies, shoe-lace non-tiers, mess-makers, grocery nightmare children.... see ya, see ya.... see ya in 45 minutes when you're done your first day at school.... where you will come back to me and find new ways to make me crazy... love ya..... hurry back... I wont be able to survive the sanity... and you know it....beasts.

The ABC's.... new version

Australain Wine
Bell peppers,
Burger,
Bear watching with binnoculars,
Bikeride,
Baking will wait until tomorrow morning,
Best go Bundle the Beastly Babe for her Beauty rest and.....
CSI.....must go.

Somethings obvious.... not sure what...

So it's Mr Cleanandtidysilenthusband's birthday tomorrow. Since today is Sunday, and as I have previously mentioned, he talks to me on Sundays. Today he mentioned that he found some cargo pants that he would like to buy... except that they are 59.99... and he was going to wait for a couple of weeks to buy them. Very interesting that he should mention that to me today, being talkative Sunday and all... and his birthday tomorrow... should I be confused by this. (And by the way.. I already have a little something special for him... tick tick tick tick tick... interesting answer, this is actually what it is... I have got him a great big remote control Hummer that he can race up and down the street......gotta go.. he's behind me..

Are you afraid of the dark?

Fraidycat son is watching "creepy canada". It's all about ghosts and stuff. He's terrified of the dark, or sounds that come from the dark... or the sound that darkness makes. He's terrified that there might be ghosts, or there are ghosts, of if he will be a ghost. All I am hearing now Mommy, it's back on, Mommy it's back, Mommy it's back on, ...............MOMMY......because I have to watch it with him... because it is creepy afterall!

Still in hiding.....

The people here today are way more normal than the night people that were here first thing this morning. WAY, WAY MORE NORMAL. I like normal people.... they give me something to aspire to. I take little mental notes of peoples actions, reactions, perceptions... and then invent my own methodoligies as to how I would react to certain situations..... it's all very bizarre. I have had a lot of fun throwing out tons of stuff at work today..... tons... of ..... stuff...... I hope that somebody didn't need any of it.... because it's gone now..... I lack insight into this situation... it's funner to throw things out then realize that it was important afterwords....well people are beginning to throw my name around... failing to realize that I am hiding back here.. hence the silence out there... must run...

One eye closed

Shhhhhh... all is quiet.....I'm at work..7:00.. nice way to start the day....one coffee with cream, and one Tylenol 8 hour, with 650 mgs of acetaminophen sustained release. I have a 2nd Tylenol close at hand, in case the first Tylenol doesn't realize it's supposed to keep me happy for 8 hours. I am in a little office.... and I am already hearing the goings on of the day.... now I am frightened to go out their....the people are already fighting. I'll just keep hiding... maybe nobody will notice that I am not at my spot. I will be back..... my day will keep me here until 8:00 tonight...... they've spotted me, so it's too late.... I will have to leave this post, to take up residence "out there" with the fighting people.

It's a B

that's what kind of day it has been. I will quickly type... all the people that inhabit my home + one furry beast are all out.... walking and watching bears.... I must think quickly....
So, if I had to grade today... it would have been a "B"...... because....

1. I Baked with Bananas.
2. Returned Bottles.
3. Returned Books to the library.
4. Bought Books from a Book store.
5. Watched the Bears.
6. Booked swimming lessons
7. Went for a Bikeride.
8. Blogged!
9. Bought some vases for some Bouquets....
10. Chased by Bees while we got rid of our Bottles.

There's more... but it doesnt Begin with B so it will remain a secret..... bah ha ha ha

Do you suffer from "publishing paranoia"

It's a good thing that no research, contemplation, insight, logic, reflective or inspirational words are written on my blog. Not that it would be a bad thing... it's just the fact that in one push button moment... it could all be lost. Lost, gone, done, forever... it's happened a couple of times to me... I've rambled out some stories.... in an organized fashion to boot.... and ****poof****.

So now, as I push that button to publish.. I have one eye closed..... and then sit and watch as the percentage either sits at ZERO... or moves along... but if it doesn't move along fast enough.. I know there is doom involved.

Not only do I now ramble too much, now I have "PP"! :)

How much do you love bananas??

Today is the day I am going to make banana bread... it's the kind of thing that you can keep putting off, because the main ingrediants have already turned disgusting. Stinky soft black dotted gushy bananas.. those are the best... and then you freeze them. I have no more room to store bananas in my freezer...and I have six on the counter... it's time. Truth be told, I can't stand baking... because I can't stand the mess... It's not that I am a messy baker... I don't like baking and the mess... see the list will keep growing if I keep thinking. I'll have to cut this short.. otherwise those beautiful specimans will find themselves in my garden compost rather than a loaf, with their chemical friends called chocolate chips. The chemical guys show up to ensure interest factor in the banana loaf. I feel like the Betty Crocker Baking Lab people.... "what will entice the little people now?".... "how can we get these people to come back and buy (eat) more, more, more.......!!!!", but I'm just a mother that wants to use up her bananas.....must go... the 9+ boy is here.... can't let him see my secret plans..... see I really am the Betty Crocker Baking Lab lady...

Hello again;

I'm a constant. Once I get hung-up on something, it's hard to pull me away. Everynight.... I'm a bear watcher. Tonight was interesting. We saw a big bear walk out on a flimsey limb of a tree... it dangled precariously their for a while, before slowly scaling back across the limb... he eventually fell....and took of running. Then we saw a mother and her cubs and then another black bear. One of the cubs skittered up a pole (?electrical) and the mother and one cub made it across the roadway. (A roadway with one vehicle driving up and down it). I'm not sure where the other cub went to. We saw deer in the field, and the deers were bouncing and the bears were scampering... right past one another. Not sure what got into everyone's wheaties today. Safari girl came with me.... she sits on top of the head rest in the passenger seat with the binoculars slung around her neck. This is her favourite thing... I am worried for her when she is 19. I can only imagine what she'll get up to!!!! Here you go sweetheart... have another 3 chocolate bars...

Last chance....

School is fast approaching... I need to find people to look after my little people very quickly. If I don't turn the calendar over... then I can live in a perpetual summer. Life might be cheaper that way... and august people will win over and over (birthdays and junk)... kind of like groundhog day... but it's always august 1st after the 31st.... I am not certain if I want to do all the things that I will be forced to do over the next 10 months. Just today we went along and looked at a gymnastics group for the Pipster.....I will add that to the list of things that the youngsters are into. ... Now I am scheming... I want to figure out a way for myself to work on Sunday evenings.. and somebody can take my Friday days. The hours are not conducive to being a parent. Yes, that's my thought for today. It's 5:30 here... in BC time.. if I was a kind wife I might make my workaholichusband some dinner... that's only if I was a kind wife, I best go make that my next thought of the day..."Am I a kind wife?"....