Hello soccer field:

I was talking on the phone yesterday to Miss Pipster. She was just getting dressed for soccer, or at least I think she was. We were having a conversation about her impending game. "Just make sure you run Pip... just run" I say to her. "OK", she ways in her little-while-on-the-phone voice.."there's just one thing"... she continues... "I am not really sure how the infield and the outfield works. Sometimes I'm running around the infield, but other times I have to stay put in the outfield...... besides, I don't really get what all the running is about in soccer. Why do we have to get the ball across the field so fast?" she says.
Life is so confusing... did I really sign her up for soccer or baseball.... because it confuses Miss Pip when she looks at the soccer picture.. and it reads "football" club. From the looks of things.. I am not sure what sport she is playing while she is out there.

If I'm not here next week, this is the reason why:

I wish I was a quarter obsessed with cleanliness in the home, the same as I am at work. People look at me funny... but I can take it.... I just keep them guessing as to my real personality. Anyways, back to cleaning.... (at work)I used to start the day off with finding a cloth, adding some disenfectant sanitizer cleaner agent to the warmed cloth... and off I go.. and clean... around my space, the phones, the computer.. places where my hands may drift while I am work.. door knobs, the desk, light switches...scarey yes, but the list goes on... anyways... just recently we have acquired "Caviwipes"... don't ask me the solution, the strength, the M.S.D.S., the real purpose of these moist super cleaning disposable clothes... but I have a few found love. Kind of. I love them for the way they clean. Dirt, grime, filth, bugs, the unknown, if wiped out in one fell swoop. I just love them. I don't however; love the way they taste. Now, I try to avoid tasting cleaning solutions on the whole.. but it seems every Saturday and Sunday without fail by the end of the day I now have a "Caviwipe-kinda-taste" happening inside my mouth. These things can kill TB in 5 minutes... so I'm wondering if I even need to brush before Wednesday.. what do you think? I just noticed that the person demonstrating the cleaning with these "wipes" are wearing gloves. I am becoming a bit fearful upon learning this. At this point I wonder...where are those Material Safety Data Sheets?
Reason number two I might not be here next week: I think I tried to poison myself. Once again, while at work today...with my very own hands, with my very own cup, I was making a cup of "BLACK Earl Grey Tea" .. as the package boldly told me so... I found some milk that hadn't expired and a packet of sugar.. and mixed the whole lovely brew... it smelled delicious... too bad it didn't taste delicious.. so my first thought was.. oh no, now I have defunct taste buds because of the Sat/Sun Caviwipe Taste Issue... but upon further attempts to drink my wonderful cup of tea... it clearly had some form of soapish chemical residue inside my cup. I don't know how that happened. Anyways, I am certainly clean from the inside out.. as well as TB free. Lucky me. Remind my husband of that next week... when I am dead and gone! Oh... and if someone could tell WCB... maybe he might get a settlement or something... then he can take the kids on a holiday... rather than paying for the "back/spine issues" with our youngest sweetest and most patient of silly dogs Elpee.

Rid the thoughts.....

I had a flashback yesterday... it goes back to the night when we were going out to a work gathering. We went to pick-up my friend at her home... I go to the door... decked out in the one floral skirt that I own, with a matching burgundy blouse. I knock on her door... I wait, her husband answers, she rounds the corner... we look at one another.... "nice skirt", we both say... as we stand staring at one another wearing the same clothes. I owned my skirt... her's was borrowed from her sister. She was forced into making a STAT change of clothes... since we were closer to her closet. We are going to another work gathering come December... I will need to start planning my wardrobe selection now.

Magic password please

Life is good... when you know the password. But if the tricky array of letters and or numbers somehow slip your mind... that's it. You're as good as dead. It doesn't matter how many times you reconfigure the letters... the computer is not happy. And who has the hissy fit... I don't see smoke coming from the computer screen... but I can feel it billowing from my head. Better yet... the computer puts you into lock down.... and locked out. Even if you try to go back for another round after the 3 strikes your locked out... it reminds you that you have had 3 strikes.... and don't come back until your hissy fit and memory have returned.....tomorrow. So, as much as I like computers, I really do hate them. I try to keep the magic password consistant, straight across the board... not changing, ever. That only works if the number of letters is consistant with the number of letters required for a password... but if the computer calls for more letters than the password... I take matters into my own hands. I just start adding numbers to the end of my forever-the-same password. That's alright... until you need to remember the password.. and don't have a clue how many extra numbers was required for this password... and by the way.. to make matters even more interesting.... and it's case sensitive as well? ... and I won't even start about the vague hints that are given out.... they never match my real answer.... I'm surprised I'm even here typing right now....without the right answer I could be blocked out at any minu....

Twinings Tea

Todays hot beverage is being swallowed up by me via The Twinings Tea Company, and Earl Grey is the chosen one. It's a flavourful cup, full of aroma, it wakes you up and gently lifts you into your day. This Earl Grey has the amazing ability to let you read people's blogs and not get all excited and/or crazed about other peoples words. Earl Grey tea doesn't give you the boldness of thought that a cup of coffee energizes your engine with. All in all, this cup of tea is a worthwhile sip while reading people's blogs, in short.. it keeps you safe with your friends. They don't think of you as frightful, or odd, or daring of comment. It's a safe bet while reading.

Besides, I am out of light cream... and you can't add milk to your coffee... that's just yuk. So it's tea until then.....

Remembrance Day

Thank you to all of those that gave their lives for the freedom that we have today.

Coffee at the Zoo

I am wondering... and wondering. My newly caged younger of the two German Shepherds Miss Ellpee seems to coping well. She now lives in a cage... her only excitement is the jingle of the leash that gets hooked up to her, the door opens and she is lead down the ramp and onto the grass which is about 15 feet away. She is then turned around and walked back up the ramp and let back into her cage, and back on to her fluffy pillow.

Would you or would you not get depressed at this new life??? I am sure she is wondering what the hell she did to deserve this. But on that thought, she is/was quite a loner of a dog. She enjoyed just sleeping in her basket in the laundry room, where she is still located but minus the basket. I was forever inviting her to go and sit with Mr. Cleanandtidy in the den... and like some sparkle of an idea she would scamper in their to sit with him. She doesn't have that option right now.

I am kind of obsessive compulsive (to some degree about some things!)... and now I have added this to my list... how many times have I walked in the laundry room to talk to her, pet her, etc. Now I know that I will put a little piece of paper somewhere... "How much interaction has the dog had.. now that she get's to live in a cage?".... wouldn't want her depressed now!!!

A dog with a back injury.. that requires rehab.... an interesting turn in her life.....and ours. ((I should comment on the fact for the cage... this dog, although I claim her to be a catdog... she is also part Kangaroo... she loves to jump, and jump high. Which is why she needs to be in a cage.. any sign of any member leaving the house she leaves her quarantined area in a leap! Back injuries and jumping are a death threat to her right now... can't have that...))

Mr & Mrs

Meet my friends, Mr. & Mrs. Pickaspat. They are similar to the likes of people such as Mr. & Mrs. Hesays-Shesays, and The Bickerson's. It is seemingly apparent they are happily married and genuinely like one another I will assume. My interest in this real life couple lies in the fact that they "pick a spat" about the littlest of things. Yes, microscopic things.

I believe that I am missing the boat on this one. I am not certain why Mr. Cleanandtidy and I do not have these kinds of conversations, let alone thoughts about the stuff that The Pickaspats fuss over. Mind you, Mr. Cleanandtidy doesn't share his thoughts, ever, that might be part of it. The last thought I believe that came over him which he publicly stated was, "I do". I believe he may have been back-peddling since then, that started 13 1/2 years ago. Or, the next viable option could simply be... he's frightened of me and my thoughts.. and it's best not challenge them, let alone become a part of them. I believe that Mr. Cleanandtidy may have a plastic perimeter that is un-penetratable.

Meanwhile, The Pickaspat's will continue to amuse me by their presence and their lifes daily communications with one another.

OH man.... !

The other day as we were driving home... guess what we saw so close to us... just guess.... my favourite thing to talk about, write about, take pictures of.... I will say no more !!!!
Out in the the field... was the most beautiful of fattest, of blackest, black bear. This guy was so big (fat) it seemed like he could hardly walk. We watched him... and then we watched the 2 crazy chow dogs that lay on the side of the road faking dead animalness some days.. chase this guy. Exept this guy didn't chase well. He turned to run.. and then I think he realized that he was about 8 1/2 times bigger than the 2 crazy dogs... there was one chow that also realized this.. and wandered away... but there was the other chow that didn't know about the whole size issue going on.. and proceeded to chase the unchaseable bear. So the dog kept running until he hit the bear. Yikes... life in action... I said to the other guy that was also watching the goings on. "Should we be watching this life in action?" I asked the guy. He wasn't so sure either. The brown chow continued with his chow-attack.. and the bear stood his ground. It was really like going after a brick wall. That bear was going no where. Once the brown chow realized that his attempts to remove the bear from the field were in vain, the "chow-down" was called off. At that point the bear turned and walked into the bushes of his own doing.

And.... guess who was wandering down our street last night.... the big bear himself. Our neighbours saw him.. not us... of course the fog drifted in, just long enough to obscure my view.

Life altered

The silliest youngest of dogs has made it home. She has a different life than she had a week ago, first of all she made it out alive. Nice for her. The money hungry vet boys used some very expensive ( I knew that before hand) and very powerful drugs on her to reverse the paralysis. They seemed to have worked. She is now on bedrest for the next 3 weeks. A dog on bedrest... interesting. But, when you have a fine little catdog dog (as noted in the picture below), bedrest is what she does best. She is now living in a catdog cage with a big fluffy catdog pillow (thanks mom). We had a dog kennel that we use to put her in when we go away (thinks back to July and the "hell-holiday".... shudders.....)..... anyways... I just couldn't put her in that crate for the next 3 weeks... I feel like I'd be putting her in a box... which I kind of am with the cage... but at least she has an open view around her. The only thing she is allowed to do is go to the bathroom, and rest. So every couple of hours the evilest of beasts goes crazy because we put the leash on the youngest bedresting catdog... and the evil one sits at the windows and hmmm... yells and wails that she is not going. So, in the meantime it's a rest and see kind of issue... little Miss Ellpee will lay on pillows, rest, do the 2 outside jobs, and rest some more. In the meantime our bank account will lay in shock from the hit that it took from the bill... it will take much longer than 3 weeks for that to recover. And now finally... back to regular light hearted programming.

The two silliest and youngest girls of the family. 

Remaining cautiously optimistic

It is a waiting game now. Our silliest furry of evil beasts for the moment is making progress. She was able to walk today, although her reflexes (on her right foot) are still a bit slow. Time will only tell if she is able to overcome her injury. She has similar to, or the same as ankylosing spondilitis. I am remaining optimistic that her life will be extended... although I am not certain for how long. While I was at work today the rest of our little family went to visit her. Mr Build-a-ramp-for-the-dog Husband said she was quite distraught that they left her there. I will be picking her up tomorrow... not sure how I am going to get her out of the 14 year old SUV yet...not sure what magic fairy will pay the vet bill either... but that's tomorrow cup of tea.. I will wait to swallow that flaming brew.

Something isn't quite right....

On a more serious note... not that these come from me at all on this magical mystery tour that I lead. Trust your instincts. Really.
Our little (in German Shepherd standards) Miss Ellpee has been taken to the vet, and her outcome is not certain. I watched her carefully for two days, and took her to the vet on both days. They claimed there was nothing wrong, or at least nothing they could see that was wrong. I knew that was not so. This morning I had the absolute displeasure in watching my sweet little catdog, fall and flutter and flail across the kitchen and out into the driveway. She could no longer walk. She had turned into a madcow overnight. That being said, it is not funny... but that is how you cope somedays.... humour... even when it's real bad. Yes, reminiscing back on this day there is more bad humour to be shared. While I was at the vet my sister called. I told her not to come.. but then again I thought... she is really the professional at dog visits.. and putting dogs down... she's had to do it twice.. so I told her to come on down.
Now we sit and wait.... Our little Ellpee has never stayed in an expensive hotel ever, nor have we, ever. Tomorrow will bring news of what happens next.

Get this.....

We have crybaby one and crybaby two. The evilest of beasts have both turned into crybabies. The younger sillier dog has injured herself, so she cries when she moves. The evilest of beasts knows that she is injured and wants at her so bad (I'm not exactly what she wants near her for.. which is the scarey part)..so she continually cries.

Please meet the evilest of crybabies you see,
It's a good thing we only have two dogs not three.
Crybaby one takes her turn and crys,
then crybaby two gives it her best try.

A sore paw for the crybaby two,
Crybaby one must simply cry to outdo
Crybaby two is safely snuggled into her resting spot.
Where crybaby one can only watch her like a hawk.

A day in cryville isn't that bad,
nor is it really all that sad...
It's just crybabies crybabies all the day through
With crybaby one and crybaby two

Please pass this on....

This message is for the Rain Gods who preside over Southwest British Columbia. Could you please email a "temporary permit for subsiding of rain". That would be great. I will send it back to you immediately... and we can all carry on. I have bulbs to plant you know.... tulips infact... something that makes the world look just a bit brighter, as well as inspire hope to the passer byers, in case you were wondering. Is there a time extension on that form.... because I need to clean up my back yard... with all the bustle of halloween it has gone orange, from the falling cedar chunks/needles/leaves. It's a freaking mess! Yes, that's right.. now I am asking for two things.... time and suspension of rain from the skies.... if you could make it a priority for today .. that would work with my schedule.

Get me out of here!!!!

Today was an interesting day. I took our group for lunch and a visit to the casino. That is always fun... except of course when the transportation goes a little haywire. This morning there were 3 Handidart buses to take 10 people to the casino. None of the buses could accomodate all ten of us. One bus heads off with one of my fellows. Another takes 6, and then there were 3. So, I say to the lady... can we stop the bus that has only one of my guys... is this bus not taking us to the same spot? The driver makes a mad dash to catch up with the one man band bus burning rubber around the streets of Port Coquitlam, and the third bus trailing close to our bumper. We retrieve our one fellow... and he's glad to be back. The day turns out good for everyone... one of the lady pops in 2 bucks, and nets one thousand dollars. That lady would not be me. I am a magnet for losing nickels, and yet people around me will win big... believe me... I watched it all unfold in front of me today. The way home prooved to be interesting. Normally our group takes one bus there, and one bus back. Today I got stuck on the wrong bus. I said good-bye to 6 people from our group... and waited for the rest of our party to join us.. and for the next bus to pick us up. When the bus-driver turned left... is when I turned all psychotic.... WHERE DOES THIS BUS GO?.....and why did you just turn left??? The driver looks to me puzzled... she says "I have a bunch of stops and pickup to make, do you need to be somewhere?". OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG. See, why can't I have a feel for a winning jackpot from the casino? Because I had already predicted this event before it even happened.
....earlier in the day.... I had talked with my friend and I said I would pick the kids up after school, and her girl would come over and play with my girl.. and the skies would not crumble and worlds would not collide because this was all going to happen. THEN... out of the blue, later that morning, I called her up.. and said... I had a feeling about getting home today.. and if I am not able.. could she pick the kids up. After a million stops, and pickups and walking people to doorsteps, and backtracking.... we finally made it to our destination. It's a good thing that I arranged for a playdate today. Now if only I could find the winning lottery ticket... I don't think that I have that amount of ESP, I used it all up guessing that I was going on a bus tour. Oh Fridgemagnet.

When is it over?

Halloween is good long and gone. The little lady Pipsters candy is still laying on the kitchen table. It wont be there much longer... she chews fast. The sooner it's gone the better... let the festival continue. The boy on the other hand who has no brain... puts his bag in his room... and like everything in his room.... it just sits... and he walks around it all. Last night before we went out, I found his halloween bag from last year.... and dumped out the remains of his candy. Crazy kid. Speaking of remains... now that the torrential downpours have started... Halloween has been extended until the rains subside... which will be into the third week of January... we will just put up our Christmas decorations overtop of the Halloween junk. It should be an interesting look this winter.

Spaz cat.

Here it is the morning after the night before. Everyone is still intact. 2 dogs, 2 kids, 1 husband gone to work, 1 house and 10 pumpkins. Whew. Oh, and another honourable mention would be the ultimate in downpour.... so glad I am looking at it this morning. The prize of the night goes to the black jeweled cat. She lost an earring (actually a dollar store plastic bracelet, that came with a case load of similar jewelry from her friend) that I had attached to her cat costumed ear. And worse, her bag broke. Halloween was over as far as she was concerned. It's a good thing I had a strong hold on that special bag of treats at the magical moment of impact... how does that saying go again... right "shit hit the fan".... except in a chocolately sort of way. I think she even made her make believe velvety black fur fly. Really. Luckily a spectator from a doorway witnessed the brief event... while her favourite aunt and myself quickly agreed that an intervention was required....STAT. A plastic bag was produced, and the bag of treats remained all in one place. The favourite aunt (that likes to shop and buy her niece girly things) of two boys helped to conclude the episode by calming this felines fur by reminding her that she is the mother of two boys... and they don't wear bracelets...
Fireworks went according to schedule...

Big hooks and little tales....

Yes, that's right... a big hook it was, and here's the tale.....It's not ghoulish, nor scary, although it could quite easily turned into such a thing. The Pipster-who wanted most desperately to be the most beautiful princess of the universe ever. Certainly that wish could be granted. All I had to do was to come up with the ultimate in fine costume design. (Since she doesn't fall into the princess of the universe category by default... although she thinks that of herself all the same)... well, there's only 31 days in October... and time was not of the essence... I had lots of time to design the ultimate Princess dress. Well, that was until it became the eve of a school party... and also the night of all my favourite shows. This is the one night where I will sit and watch TV for three hours... and do chores during the commercials. Now I have to say, I do love my kids.. a lot... I am there for them in every way... except on Thursday nights...because I am with my television shows. At the beginning of the month when I was busy computing the number of days in the month of October.. I failed to factor in the Thursday night viewing obsession. Shameful yes, but truthful, (pat's herself on the back). I began to feel a bit trembly in the knees... as I approached the Pipsters Princess Kingdom ... and offer up the "NEXT BEST THING" to being a princess of the universe..(after I had mucked about with a lavender witch hat turned princess hat with yellow hair).. Yes, my great idea was ....... "why don't you be this lovely and beautiful warm black cat... that you wore last year?" The Pipster immediately took to the idea... in fact thought it was a priceless idea.... in fact she was enthralled with being a cat.. again. The best part.... I had bought her a pink feather boa... and I had broken the news to her that we would not be able to add the feather boa to her Princess of the Universe Dress/Costume... it didn't fit the ensemble. But now... this year, she will be the fanciest jeweled and pink boa'd black cat on the streets of Port Coquitlam. Yes.... I'm big time off the hook big time on this little tale.

FYI

2 litres of water on a cold rainy night...I'm freaking frozen. Now that I have drank a bunch of excessively cold tap water I am off to the races with emailing the people that I have in my address book. Of course now that my brain is starting to seize I am sending out important messages like this last one:
Hey there;
What's going on in big ol Langley.. tell me your tales.. make me laugh...let me feast my eyes on the highlights of what's going on. Here I'll tell you all my tales...
IT ALL STARTS LIKE THISXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
BUT THENXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
oh and.....XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
AND THEN THERE'S XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
AND THE WORSE IS XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
AND THE END IS XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
But the best of it is XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Glad to keep you in the loop. Take it easy... write back !!! D.

I will disconnect the keyboard now... for everyone's safety.