At this moment.

I am debating a glass of Tropicana Twister, or some wine. Now I know that my wine loving friends will think I am nuts... there is never a debate.. about wine. But... really, it's a question of how badly would I like to read my book tonight... if I have the fruity tooty sweet chugging out in the sun drink.. I will be able to open up my fresh from the library book.... but if I have the single glass of wine that I would like to just sip on... I will be asleep shortly.. probably before I finish this post. OH... what's that I am thinking.. a challenge... and a fun one! I'm off for a glass of clear adult refreshment.

And among other things at this moment.... I am eyeing my computer very suspiciously. GET THAT COMPUTER. I am on to this thing... it just sits here all content and looking the same every day that I arrive in it's face... but... I know it's up to something.. I can feel that in my bones. I have analyzed and scanned and updated.... but something has taken hold of it's little virtual mind and has begun overpower it. If it doesn't play nicely ... it will be quickly dismantled and taken to places where they show great concern over these types of issues.

Oh, and other fun things.... my Nikkon 5100 will soon be in my cold little hands.... I just love Income Tax Season.... it's Christmas all over again!

And to end a beautiful spring day here on the west coast... I just talked the Pipster down from demanding that she required something NOW. I am not sure what "it" was exactly that she needed, but the sweetness is filled with niceness once again... so it's safe to live under this roof at this moment in time. Life becomes very interesting with a seven year old Pipster when she decides that something is so ..... like staying up to watch the season finale of "the amazing race". When it came to be the magical bedtime she continued on her persistant and rational self and just kept pointing out that she was not going to bed .... over and over again. So, after 15 minutes of "whatever"... I got her blanket... that she has had since a baby, and her new kitten blanket, and found the person that "told her" she could stay up to watch it with him... not even thinking that it was on a school night... and she happily skipped next to him, curled up and watched the show. At 10:00 I decided it was late enough for a Pipster to be awake for... and off I went, gathered her blankets, pointed her in the direction of her bedroom... and off she went, my sweet blond headed zombie princess.

Gimball walker.

Thanks to technology I got to witness the presentation of my sons foot/feet as they hit the ground every time he takes a step. Now I know why he falls over alot. ALOT! I thought it was because his 10 year old frame was attached to someone that has a 12 year old frame, and he just didn't know how to use it. Not the case. This boy actually pivots on those feet rather than using them for any form of shock absorption, hence the chronic sore left ankle he has owned for over 4 years. (He sprained it from falling ...).

Which makes me think of my boy in Tae Kwon Do. I have watched this boy for way too many years in his interestingly coordinated state... and have thought to myself... he looks awkward. Which always raised the question... he can't seem to stand comfortably on his own two feet??... Then my eyes would glance around the room where the other wild children were kicking and "hutt-ing" everywhere... and they were able to be all sure footed and gazelle like... and then there was my sweet giraffe son. Giraffes don't act all sure footed.... they are tentative creatures, with beautiful eyes. Hmmm..... I see a similarity. Well, this Friday the boy is going to test for his red belt... I am not sure how he is going to fare... he's going with all the other gazelles in the class to his one giraffe.. he is going to look so unready...my gimball walker giraffe son. (Gimball... because pinballs spring and twing off things in the machine.. and I can't use the name pinball.. because that's already taken...).

Planning ahead.

I am not a person that does things..until they absolutely have to be done... that's just not my style..... because that would mean that I was skillfull and organized, or weird. But, things will change for the next time around .... when it's spring break. Here, for you easy viewing I will create my loviest of lists.. that I just love to create!

1. I have already ordered my super XXL ear plugs for long lasting comfortable day wear already.
2. I will have three whistles around my neck at all times.. one for... "back off, you are irritating me", another for calling someone to attention rather than using their actual name that they are immune to anyway, and the third will be "That's it, I've had it.. run for your own personal safety".
3. I will also be purchasing a fog horn/ blow horn.... certainly that will speed up the process of getting people out of the house, when I tell him that we're ready to go.. no wait.. I will purchase that speciality item now...
4. I will place post it notes at eye level locations with hints such as "Your mother is not deaf, but you are making a good attempt at making her crazy, please do not yell at her"..... just to keep them informed of my current health status.
5. All of the plates and cups will be locked in the cupboards, with the exception of one cup and plate for each of them. I was thinking of tieing the cups and plates to strings that extended from the kitchen sink, but I am sure they would just strangle me with it anyway. The first method will be much safer.. for me anyway. Who knows what they will do with their milk glasses after a day of sitting in the den.
6. For the whole week their shoes will be glues to their socks, which will expedite the exiting process of the home.
7. The boy will have braces by then, so I will be making an orthodontic appointment prior to the week of spring break, because then the nice tooth straightening Dr. can accidently put some extra bands on his upper and lower teeth with only enough room to open up for a straw to go through. He will be on a diet, to aid him with his excessive talking that he suffers from.
8. I am going to buy a girl her very own, super soft pink muff to prance around with. That way her hands will be held together and not flying off hitting her brother with the whole week, unless of course the pink muff hits him, but that's OK, because it's not everyday you get hit with a pink muff!
9. Will add chicken wire to the netting around the trampoline.. with one child still on the inside... that will improve outings on any given day by about 130%, since I will be going solo with the chicklets, while one stays home and bounces.... I will start thinking about the menu for the afternoon of trampoline frolicking now....
10. I will go on a cruise to Alaska. On Spring Break. They will have so much fun without me... I just can't wait!

psst...pssst.

Hey you... ya you... can I interest you in a "hamdog"? That would be the newfangled version of the hotdog with a new improved version of fresh hamburger buns stepping up to the plate, because there are no hotdog buns around... and bread just doesn't cut it.

That was on the short order cooks menu tonight... at my mother's house. This woman had whipped together hamdogs and fries so fast... my head was spinning. I would have been still figuring out where the hotdogs were actually located in my rambling 1365 square foot rancher... let alone put it all together... and the best part... the oven was just smoking up a storm... but of course do the fries come out burnt.. . not a chance. I should have been taking notes...

A Toast..

There is such graciousness passed along in a toast. The recipient of the toast just stands, and is admired, and lavished with gushing thoughts and well wishes. I on the other hand, will be creating some toast for breakfast, and thinking happy thoughts as I crunch away with my cheese and jam on top of it.

And onwards to the day I go.... two children and one trampoline. I have to go and find my whistle.

Big News

Pippy just told me she hates Easter.... and then ran screaming to her room.

I had to investigate the situation. The boy then tells me that she found everything, and then wanted more. She wanted more fun and more chocolate with better hiding places. This Easter was no fun, she even hates her supersoft Easter Bunny, and decided to give it back to me. What a sweet little girl she is... so sweet that she doesn't need any of the chocolate eggs that she found a while ago, so I will go hide them once again, from her, in a cupboard... far far away from the supersweet princess pipster.

That lasted long... a separation between her and her chocolate... she is already back.. and opening her esther the hollow chocolate chicken.

I'm broken..

With the onset of advanced age by the 10 year old son... he has broken me this SpringBreak. Mission Accomplished, oh thank you dear son. It is too bad when he was born that the Big Guy decided that this boy should have no ears... because they would come in handy somewhere around NOW. I have often wondered what those itty bitty holes were, but from what I have witnessed the last week, they are not good for anything. It was only a trick.

Over the last half an hour I have witnessed the biggest non-event in my mothering history.. which is all of 10 years. The Mr. Saturdayworkingman said to the boy (to his face), wash your hair while you are in shower... the boy does exactly not as he is told and comes back, clean body with messy hair. The typical response from my aging son... "I didn't hear him"... So I say to him... figure out a way to wash you hair.

Then the kitchen sink episode occurs.. as he refused to go back in the shower. He stood at the sink, bent over and waited for me to wash his hair. Now, on a good day... if he had clearly been a good hearted listening fool, and I wanted his hair clean for whatever obsessive reason.. I would have stood at the sink and quickly washed his hair, because I like my boy. As the water flew, and counters got drenched, and the only thing that was foaming was the steam coming from his ears, as he stood there waiting for the clean hair fairy to arrive, I waited for him to embrace the moment, and venture out on his own.. and waited and waited... but then as it was.. he flitted around the table claiming he didn't hear what was said to his face... he was on is own. AND, nothing would be happening until the hair was washed.. (failing to mention here.... he has been through the shower a couple of times this past week, and we had been to the beach where sand had landed on his head, and was still there yesterday after his attempt at washing his hair...). So after much huffing and puffing, and almost breaking our little house down, the sweet young earless boy managed to wash his hair... now he is a tall squeaking clean sweet boy once again.. I so like my son. I'm off to go hug him about 10 times or so....I jus can't wait for what the girl has in store for me today... as I am already broken..!

I am a snake.

I have hissed way way too much today.... at my lovely not so little chicklets.

Holy. Freaking. Cow.... did I ever hiss at them.

The boy was much more deserving of my hisses than the girl .... perhaps it was because we were at "the mall"... and he doesn't do malls. She was just happy to be in the place surrounded by all things girl and a food fair. She in fact is my wallets worst nightmare.

I tried desperately to get the little bastard (he really was acting that way....really!) to agree to a 120.00 pair of runners, so I could get a pair at 1/2 price. It was screaming DEAL DEAL DEAL at me, and I so wanted a new pair of runners, because my foot was just plain killing me.... but he would not have it. So, we left empty handed... with him following behind us, with his eyebrows furrowed and glued together.

Well, now I am off.. I have cleaned up the broken porcelain lamp that the dog broke while we were out... she just doesn't get "play toys"... and off to the boys baseball practice.

I like him again... and I have finally quit hissing.

plicksnop

An actual word, to an actual sound, for an actual game... that I made up. That's the sound of a Pringle's container when you plick (put) the lid on, then push (snop) it off again. The dog can even do it. The sound doesn't even scare her, and she seems most happy when she is plicksnopping, as she seems to do it over and over again... with the aid of human assistance with the plicking of the lid.

The children are no longer screaming at one another for reasons of COMPLETE INABILITY TO RELATE WITH THE HUMAN RACE, but rather because of the PLICKSNOP ATTACKS.

I will be going to get another six pack of Pringles tomorrow, after all it is only DAY 4 of Spring Break... I have to make it to the end without slicing...except cucumbers and tomatoes!

Big, little and the things inbetween.

Day 2 of Spring Break... I'm still alive. Although I have yelled a couple of times already that there is "no fighting'' at spring break.. I believe that they understand this, but I am certain they are having processing difficulties at present, trying to master this task. The boy did understand quite clearly thought that he needed to have a clean room in order for any trampolines to be purchased. The Pipster was clear on the same fact, but quickly came back with the response that she was frightened of spiders and could not possibly attempt any feats of magic today. Her brother is going to have so much fun jumping on the trampoline without ever having to give her a turn. I did managed to get her to dust out the den earlier today.. and all was going well, until she found a spider. That's when I got out the big guns... and powered up the vacuum cleaner... and told her to keep going.

Before we even attempted going out today I managed to clean windows and kitchens... quite remarkable.. because this is me I am writing about.

We went to Fort Langley today.. and because I am highly impatient, and all about "we have legs, and we can use them".. I made them walk on the Albion Ferry that only takes 22 cars every 15 minutes, (and there's about 22 cars that would pass through "the future bridge" every 30 seconds)..... so it's a bit of a line up at all time... and then walk down to the Fort... it was all fun.. except for the fact that I made them share the boy's scooter.. which brings me back to the first paragraph about NO FIGHTING, but that didn't seem to make a difference.. it was quite windy today.. so I am sure that the wind just drifted between their ears every time I opened my mouth. Being such the great mother that I am ... I took them to the bakery for lunch. I am the QueenMother!!! I really am. The boy spotted a pizzaria and the girl spotted fish and chips..and I spotted the bakery ..... I won, because I am the person with the money, and would like to see some leftover at the end of the day... ! We shared pizza buns and little sausage rolls, plus got a treat for $5.50... you can't beat that... although I hauled around drinks and such for any type of whimpering that could have possibly happened while out... you can never be too prepared. I even managed to make it into a couple of Antique Shops.. without the chicklets noticing... I am so sly!

We marched our way back home, and hopped back on the ferry.. while the line up climbed to over an hours wait... and we headed for home.. for the boys first baseball practice. But before that... the day can not be complete without a daily dealing with the lawn... and that means raking up some of the twenty thousand pounds of moss that has amassed over the last year...so after just a short stint of cleaning torture.. I went on for more torture.. not because of the actual practice.. but because it was C-O-L-D. It was practically summer a couple of weeks back.. and now it's cold.. OK, that is just so wrong.

At the end of the day.. the Pipster and I went on our hunt to get our trampoline.. which she just wouldn't stop squealing about....I have temporarily set her in the bathtub to stop the squealing ... hopefully the really warm water will subdue the fine princess... because that happiness ever after squealing has got to stop.. I am not sure what is worse... the fighting or her happiness squealing...

Oh, and the final ... "of things not interesting, but worthy of mention" file: We went to the library yesterday.. and I am not sure how many books that "The Terry Fox Library" has.. but it has a fare amount... and the funny thing is.. a book that I bought almost 5 months ago, is the book that I took out yesterday. How is that possible? (Other than it is obvious that I do not read fast enough!)

Spring Break: And the counting continues...

Getting itchy.

Everybody around here is getting itchy... and it's not because of allergies, dry skin or bug infestations. WE all have things to do and missions to be accomplished... and since the blogger buttons are missing from my template.. I will have to create my own list.. and I haven't done that in a while.. and I must hurry...
1. I am itching to pull the weeds out of the back lawn.. (of the dandelion type)
2. I am itching for the tree man to come and chop down some trees for me.
3. I am itching for some sushi today.. and, as I found out this morning.. Mr. Husbandman secretly had some yesterday.. and didn't tell me but told the Pipster, who in turn told me.
4. I am itching to get to the store to get that trampoline.
5. The kids are making me itchy.. perhaps this is allergy related!
6. Mr. Husbandman is itching for the Pipster to tidy her room... (we will have to get some talcum powder for that itch... he's going to be dealing with it for a long long time)..
7. I am still itching for a new floor that will go in the new laundry room, but after talking to Mr. Husbandman.. he has a plan.. which all starts with trees falling in our backyard. Believe that.
8. I am itching in anticipation as to how I am going to get this trampoline home.
9. The boy is just itching to get back on this computer.. and is back here every ten seconds to complete the deal. I think he has bugs.... like ants.
10. Miss LP our littlest of creatures in the home... is itching to do nothing... because that is her job.. to shed, eat and sleep. Which she is managing quite fine at this very moment.

take that!

So, the snow hasn't done it, the rain hasn't done it, and the wind hasn't done it... but what will do it, is the tree man coming tomorrow...unless his price does it to me.. then I'm back to square one.

Day One of Spring Break:

In amongst the rain and cold weather the chicklets and I headed off to the library, where they made it a game to see how many receipts for the book checkouts they could get. I now have a detailed list stating that I owe the Public Library System $7.05 in overdue fines. Oh damn. In fact, when I got there today the original price was $5.55... that was when they first started taking out books, and by the end of their madness it had reached the next level.

Mr. Husbandman is now "in" on the trampoline thing... he has been rather hearing impaired the last number of months I have been nattering about this... and now he is scanning the advertisements for that exact item. He wasn't into nets.. and now he is... it's funny what happens when "men" go to work and talk to their work "friends"... big decisions are made ... like buying trampolines with nets..... which is what I wanted many moons ago.

Oh bananas

Some days you just have to say enough is enough. I had to say that the other day, and everyday before that as well, but the other day I really meant it. Really.

I know why my willow tree isn't falling down in my backyard... it doesn't have any reason to. I feed it very well. We have a composter back in "The Bermuda Triangle" section of our "great lands".. and it very nicely does the trick of ingesting all of the refridgerators leftovers .. (they can't be mine.. can they...?)... and all those great nutrients that would have filled our bodies, fills the earth below... and makes it's way to "The Willow Tree". Well, I have decided now that "The Tree" will never drop, ever.

The other day I finally gave in to the fact that I am not going to bake the ten loaves of Banana Bread that I would have to make to get rid of all the Bananas that had taken residence in my freezer. I was quite sad really.. I mean who knows how old these bananas were... they still looked as good as the day that I put their blackened skins into that freezer... they were prime bananas for baking with.. and I gave them all to "The Willow Tree". .....

Now I will have to start my collection all over again.

The New Me.

Oh thank you Lady Gemmak for the new improved me.

I was lost there for a little while.. so with some computer screen plastic surgery I have perked up a bit. I now have an ear, and a lime green sweater.. which I do own in real life. My hair is still bad, and that is just like real life as well.

Extra wind anyone?

We have our willow tree in our backyard that is giving me grief. It looks like this:
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So, for todays list of wants... I want your wind. It can be fresh wind, foul wind, four strong winds, a big wind or even a little wind, a gail force, or even the "The Wind in the Willows".. that would be suiting for this tree. Send all your wind in my direction... because this tree can not remain standing like this... or can it?

As my sister backed out my driveway this morning at 0630, I pointed to the amount of wind blowing around our parts... "see, see all the wind that we have in this corner... it needs to move up and over to my willow tree, then knock it down...." I said to my sister in the green people mover honda car....

I wont keep my fingers crossed while I am at work today, because that would be difficult task, but I will remain hopeful for a willow tree that touches the ground with more than just it's trunk.

hmmm hmmm hmmm

Some days I just need to hum in my head, while I am at work, while I am driving, while I am being forced to listen to the chicklets at the same time... and while I wait for my taxes to be done. I am really humming over that one.

It all boils down to one thing.... to be sensible, or not.

I know that we will get a chunk of change right back at us... but then.. I have to contemplate what is the right thing to do.. do we hide it in our bank account... to make up for the "non-bank-account" issue.. or, do I just go on a magical shopping spree.. for sensible things mind you... because I can..?

And that's where the humming helps... as if droning out a little mesmerizing tune will bring about synapses to connect the dots to pathways that will lead me to sensibility... but then again... I could always bang my head and disrupt that process... and shop till I drop.. with a smile on my face. I will stop humming now.

The Friday Freezer.....

I just took a little stroll to school. It's a deepfreeze out there. I brought gloves and wore them, the whole way... and it was just the other day that the Miss Pip was playing in the sprinkler. Today is the official start to our Spring Break... this better not be confused with a Winter Break.. because the only thing I am suiting up to buy is chocolate... only chocolate and nothing else, well, except a trampoline. But that's all. Oh, and some new runners too. But that's it. Other than the new summer patio table and chairs that I have been spying. That's all. Except for the BBQ as well. I will draw a line at that. But now, that's it's turned into a deep freeze... I may not do any shopping at all, except for hot chocolate!

ON a mission...

I have fresh colour in my hair, and with that comes fresh frizz. I am beginning to think that skunks have really got more going on with that two toned thing happening. I can say that my hair is happier when it has that subtle "colour stripe" thing happening around the front of my head.. and my head of hair is more manageable then. Way more manageable. This head of hair is a ball of hair products... which none of them seem to be managing the very issues they have been applied for any form of success. As the minutes tick by.. by hair just gets bigger and messier, and frizzier... oh lucky me... I really wander what the skunks fur would look like if they coloured their stripe.. would their hair become an unmanageable mess. But then again.. I believe they have what is called fur..

Other missionable happenings... I have done some checking... and there are places that have trampolines.. available, at the asking.. so this coming week as Spring Break is officially happening around here.. the chicklets will have their own "spring break"... and that doesn't mean as in arms and legs... that simply means that they will learn how to take turns jumping on a trampoline... I will remain optimistic about the sharing... there must be documented cases of siblings sharing, there has to be.. although I have never researched that fact...

Pianoistic missions: the boy has an addtional song to play this week... the theme from The Addams Family. This has pleased me to no end.. the boy will now willingly play the piano .. in the mornings, after school, before he goes to bed.. when ever a whim hits him... so I am wishing for many whimful works on the way.

And.. missions that are paying off... the Miss Pipster attempted to put her runners on today with out the torture of her calling to me every 2 1/2 seconds..... although she wasn't met with success of actually getting them on... she did attempt to actually bend over and touch her runner at the same. I was most impressed.

Last but not least.. the impossible mission.... I was looking to put the girl back into swimming lessons.. and they didn't have a class available for her, but they had one for her brother.... that would have been a wonderful cruel joke... "hey kids.. you get to go swimming... and for you young son.. you get to go swim during your lessons"... kindness counts, in all ways.. I held off on this wonderful surprise.

Mission impossible: Digital Camera in my hands.. now. On that note.. I will go and scrub the bathroom....that's the next in missions impossible.

One last thing...

Is it fair to shut the door with the littlest of german shepherd of dogs that really is a cat-dog and sleeps with a beautiful mint green comforter in a cushioned wicker basket in the same space as a snoring husbandman? Get back to me on that one. Now, when I looked at her resting all peaceful like, and curled up in her basket.. she appeared to be in state of sleepiness.... so I am wondering if dogs, or her, which is more like a catdog are bothered by people noises like snoring.. because I certainly know that this person is.

Holy schmolley

There are somedays when I have posts wander in and out of my head on a regular basis.. and they are lost... due to the slugworthy reactions of this blogger system... I considered not being here right now.. just simply due to that it seemed too much of an effort for the blogger system to open a page...but, being that I have had some stress ease vitamins today on top of a regular hard core multivitamin I have some semblance of patience. Only some, and I have just wasted it on the blogger system. Everything else now will result in hysterical reactions... and the 10 year old boy almost bought one a couple of moments ago... so he did the right thing.. and made it into bed in the nick of time. Lucky boy.

So.. back to business....

Today was report card day... I, being one of the parent's in the home was pleasantly pleased by what I saw, although... I am not totally convinced that my boy's marks are an absolute / accurate reflection of his abilities. Anyways... as he went trampling through the front door of our little house, he immediately went to Miss L.P's cage, and let her out. (She likes her cage, and I like her in her cage.. because she is a bit cagey herself when she is not in it, and we are out...hey, if I screw up now with her, it's now a case of one dog down, and one dog to go... and can't have that!) ..... so the boy starts talking to her in that grover voice from sesame street... Hey LP, I got bunch of A's LP.. what do you think about that LP...??? (as LP just frantically runs about the kitchen just because she can...)... then she flies up to him, and throws the boy her paw...then runs away.... but on a whim she runs back to him... and that's when I start.... ( with my own Grover voice going on).... "That's great boy.. but what are A's... are they new dogs coming to live here... because if they are, then I don't like A's.. just tell me what A's are boy"... ... as she then frantically goes out and runs down her ramp into the back yard... and that was only the first 5 minutes home from school in our house today.

In other non-interesting news... I really want to know why a telephone company who offers internet/email service is unable to email me a consolidated telephone statement... why Telus, why, why can't you email me a statement.... just tell me why!!!??? Plain and simple.. they just don't do it. Ok, that's screwy. So the fine Telus representative FAXED me copies of my phone bills, because I asked her to... but she wanted to charge me $1.00 a page... and she was going to mail them. That's when I asked her about the email service that this REALLY BIG CORPORATION runs... and why is it that they can't do it... she was going into a meeting this very afternoon.... and she would ask that very question.. I will never know the answer... all I know is that by the time I got the FAX... 4 pages turned into 15 pages... and when I was finally able to print it.. it had peaked at 52 pages needing to be printed. I kid you not. I used my newly coloured dark head of hair to formulate a new plan to retrieve my Telus phone bills.. I went into my home banker, and just looked at the payments section... it took me all of 2 minutes to write it all down... once again.. Telus.. thanks for nothing.... and if you wouldn't mind.. you can throw me a new ink cartridge my way.

Also... I used a little white person humour on the Tae Kwon Do Master (Korean).. he stopped me and told me that my boy was going to test for his red belt in April.... and then I asked him if that was in 2006 or 2007... I had him kind of stumped there for a moment.... I can't believe that I actually pay this person money... but ... the boy is happy... and the class that he attends is actually learning, and the boy actually likes this instructor, and my boy actually tries, and the kids in the class are showing signs of respect, and there is order to this class, and if I keep writing this stuff I will once again stay at the school where we are at... instead of leaving and perhaps getting better instruction some place else... but it isn't about me... because my boy walks out of that class with a smile... and as far as I know.. that's more than money can by.

And it gets even more useless: Any moment now I will become hungry... I am creating a lovely loaf of WHITE BREAD in the breadmaking machine... and when it begins to bake....it's gonna kill me...the aroma will waft up to me and tickle me just under my nose ....and then I may have to slice.... I just know it.

Another thing... I could be stuck here all night.. for the Mr. Husbandman has gone to bed.. and it's 10:27... and he's snoring... so that's not going to be good.. the writing is on the wall for that one.. I will have to start scanning the late night TV shows now... a snoring bug and fresh bread out of the bread maker... this is what nightmares are made up of folks.

I am actually frightened to walk away from this page, as it may be the last time that I make it back...the blogger world seems to be having a little crisis on it's hands, or it's own computer related hissy fit... it is incredibly slow..(it has nothing to do with me.. NEVARRRR!!!)... so it's the 3 P & 1 C for me... posting, publishing, panicking, and cursing. I will now attempt a removal of the hands from the keyboard...

Oh, not quite yet.. another useless thought that needs to be detailed for future reference.... We went on a rather smallish field trip today with The Pipsters class. We went to the City Hall. It was nice.. yes.. nice if you were a new member to the city, and needed to know the inner workings of how this "level of government" works. I was most interested in the Mayor.. and was fascinated at his inability to speak to a large group of kids that were seven years old..... do most seven year olds know what "iniatives" are ... and it was most interesting watching him talk looking towards the ground, but with his eyebrows kind of raised... it was all very interesting to me.. but he did win in the end... because he handed out pencils, pins and colouring books... that was the hilight for me.

I am being drowned by wafts of odorus waves of white bread calling out to me... over and out for now... I wish for a safe return....