An interesting lesson.

The boy is currently grounded from all electronic equipment.... everything except for the digital piano, he is more than welcome to utilize that piece of equipment.

Well... until last night that was.

I was finding you.tube videos all on piano performances, or something like that.

Before I knew it... there was the boy... so, if we can watch old Liberace pieces of music.. what about the new pieces of music.

Try Halo.three.

AND THEN IT HAPPENED~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That boy of mine was intent on playing all kinds of theme music that he found on you.tube. He found step by step lessons to play halo.three.

Now I know what to get him for christmas.

I am heading to the music store today.

I don't think that he ever practiced his current music that he supposed to be learning... but you know.. you can't wish for everything.

So...with the kitchen adventures complete...

The King has moved to bigger and better ventures....since he has had a day of rest and all.

I liked the way he put up the kitchen light... during breaks in the hockey game.... if only he could have renovated in this fashion.... life would have been much easier on him.

He has decided to rebuild the mantle for the fireplace. He doesn't really like the fireplace anyways, and was hoping to rip it all down, and rebuild something in it's place. I politely asked him not to. PPPLLLEEAASSSEEE. It was a long please.... it could have even been understood as an angry please/plead.

I had to tell him the fireplace was fine, absolutely fine. Big breath in mr. Kingman..... OK, so he let that one go, but then insisted on the mantle. I am find with a new mantle... as he promised to rebuild it 10 years ago... so you know...I wouldn't mind one now. But I do not want to be construed as the instigator to the new mantle appearing.. I only agreed to it. (Not like I had a choice in that either...)

Besides.... I have to let him rest a month or two before he begins his next project.. but that could take a small while... as HE THE KING has to figure out what to do with all of his stuff in his garage, where he is intending on building the second family room.

I don't know why I call it a second family room... as the first one will not be used as a family room... as the king has decided that it will be under lock and key, AND... will require an invitation to sit in "the old family room". The KING and his plans...they are so mighty... but the rest of us will wear him down quickly....and his thoughts of grandure will be put to rest.

The END~!

I have a kitchen table, and a light fixture to go with it.

The King found his worklist, and crossed off the last item.

The kitchen is officially done.

The End.........

waitingwaitingwaitingwaiting...

I am waiting for the furniture people to bring the kitchen table.

It has been a very long time this home has had a kitchen table.

I don't think we even know how to use a kitchen table.. as when we did own one... we didn't use it as a kitchen table.

The Pipster used it as her personal crafting space, or office network.

Remember the "Bearly There" temp agency?

I will have to dream up new rules for the kitchen table now. Maybe starting today... if they arrive to deliver it.

Glorified!

The Mrs. Pickaspat and I went to embark on the Passport Experience yesterday.

Let's just say it was over even before it started. The tales of line ups and waiting, and people, and evil people behind the counter were completely nil. In actuality... it was the commissioners that were the real side show.

Stand in a straight line, single file!

No talking!

Get your information out!

I'm over-riding what the form says!

If you don't get this information out before you get up to the wicket, you will be sent to the back of the line!

We were both processed and done in under an hour. This included walking into the building, waiting outside the building, taken upstairs in the elevator, waiting inside in single file, then standing in line staring at a room full up people, the wicket lady, talking to the commissioner one last time to get his curled hair just an inch frizzier with anxiety, back down the elevator and to the car in under an hour.

Hmmmmm...

The rest of the day was filled with shopping... now how glorius is that!

Now

The boy comes clean..

So the boy tells me that he had a good day at school. He tried hard to be nice to his teacher, all day.

OK.. and these are the reasons that he gets himself into trouble:

He was staring at his substitute teacher on Friday, and was quite mesmerized with her nose. It was all he could think about, or concentrate on.

He claims it was quite large, and quite wide.

He was concerned as to how her nose actually worked...

Like if she had to blow her nose... does it keep moving when the rest of her has stopped.

OMG... I think I will blame this thought processing on his father... yes, certainly his father.

Oh man......

Freaky Friday on a

Monday!

OK... the carpet guy was just plain weird.

Really weird.

Freaking really weird.

Maybe that is because... I don't know.

He asked me where I worked and I told him at a hospital. He whipped his shirt off and showed me both his underarms.

Imagine my surprise.

In his broken english he told me that it took 2 years for a doctor to cut him. OK... yes I can see why.

Once my eyebrows settled down, we carried onto other conversation.... he appeared openly depressed with everything.. including the amount of work that it was going to take to install the carpet.

Funny... he was the guy that knocked on my door with a carpet in his hand when I last checked this morning.

Maybe he wanted some food or something... are you supposed to offer labour people food when they come to your house... I don't think so.

When all was said and done he brought me another bill, which I knew I had to pay him. He asked me for more money than what was stated on the bill... so I suggested that he talk to his carpet installation place to figure that one out.

I meant to get his license plate number before he left... I just have a strange feeling.

So what did I do while this guy putted away at his job.....

I cleaned the PIPS room, or tried to clean... I mostly just get rid of excess toys, which I really wasn't very good at, and sent pounds and pounds of paper to the recycling bin.

As PRANCE would say in her high pitched stuff tone: TOO WEIRD!

The carpet guy.

OK.... he is here now....laying carpet.

He's TERRIFIED of dogs, and smokes.

So this is the situation so far......

He keeps taking smoke breaks, and the little "Tilly" has to sit in her cage. Well, if she were a real German Shepherd, she would be outside comanding the post.. but since she isn't, and very much dislikes being outside, she has to stay inside, in her cage. So every time he leaves for another smoke break.. I let the Miss Tilly out... she can't quite figure out why she is in the cage, and I am home. Worse yet... she doesn't like loud noises, so when he was busy banging away... she was all flat earred... I could have let her outside.. but she wouldn't know what to do out there since she is afraid of the cold and all.

He's close to finishing....

I guess it was bad timing for the husbandman to break the vacuum yesterday..

Frigid tales

Ok.. it's cold out.

I don't have a thermometer.. all I know is that it's cold. It probably doesn't help that I am drinking limaide, which should be a refreshing summer drink... but not for me... I mix and swallow. I don't even take the time to add any ice.. now that I have regular ice, all the time from the super sonic fridge that I now own. Well, I am not even sure if I own it yet.... I will have to consult my bank statement for that one.

My friend Lujza stated it was going to snow. You know.. I was doing some digging in my blog archives.. because you know... I have to make my stat counter thingy move somehow.. I came to the realization that I don't even know why I have it.... anyways... when I was looking back to November 29th of last year.. it had snowed already.. HA! already... now we are talking the 26th.. you would think that we live right next to Santa's house with all this white stuff talk.

In other things frigid...

That boy of mine is busy being a busy body. He is currently grounded from all things electrical, with the exception of his digital piano, and his other little DVD gadget, that he thinks that he so smart that he watches... (but you know.. he is just watching the same movies over and over.. and how bad can "It's a mad mad mad mad mad world", "The magnificent seven", "The great escape", and even "the incredibles" really be.. over and over again?) He's walking with a perma scowl... which means that we have wronged him in some obscure way. Of course I just went to ask him what movies he watches... and since it is almost eleven... he was his normal sweet as pie kind self again.. although he was half asleep, and it was dark. All the same.. he was kind of scowly earlier. I have to remember to take him to the library this week.... since his great grounding he goes through his comic book thingys that he reads like wild fire. He used to read actual novels, and books... but he likes the graphic novels instead... (graphic as in pictures of super heros and villans... ). Although he did do the summer Harry Potter read.

Ok.. it is cold... and the news is on... you have to love Global news.. somehow our dead dog "Prance" who lives her new "stuffed animal life", and is bossy and is mouthy... and is wickedly crumpled loves the weather girl "Kristi Gordon", (Or so she does when "the boy" is busily venriliquisting with her... hmmmm). I think you would have to live in this house to understand that we are all ventriliquists when it comes to our deeply loved dead dog Cicely, but we still called her Prance...but that story is for another day.. maybe a little less cold...

Ellpee....

Doing what she does best... hanging off the chair... just because, because why sit on the cushion below, with a towel on it for extra comfort when you can get your picture taken instead... just by sitting the blue chair. See... she really isn't as airheaded as she prooves herself to be most of the time.

Rolling the clocks

I am going to have to do something... fairly quickly.

I have now changed all the clocks to the actual correct time in this world, or at least I think it is the correct time. ( It started out that Ichanged my cell phone so that it was the same time as the school clocks, I thought that that was the most obvious of choices to make.. since it is the school clock that actually counts in the day ).

Since that great feat I have managed to get the PIP to school for 8:59 exactly. Truely magnificent people. Next week I will shoot for the 58 mark. I am hoping that by the end of the school year that the PIP might even make it before the actual bell rings.

There are issues though... even if decide to drive, and be a little late-like... there is still the trap of the signal lights, turning left, and people crossing the road while trying to turn left, and then creeping towards the school, but not being able to open the door and let your child run up the right side of the vehicles.. as there is only a fence, and no sidewalk, but rather an icky muddy/grass path, which is kind of nightmarish. If only I could be 10minutes early.. the world would just be so different.

And the fog rolls in..

I just realized the little missy is outside. L.P. has been outside for all of a minute and a half. She doesn't like the deep dark great outdoors, considering that it is the backyard and all. I just looked up out the NEW window, and saw that the colours had become muted, because of the fog. I opened up the laundryroom door, and she was pressed against the logs outside, looking sheepishly about. She heard the turn of the doorknob and was at the door within milliseconds. See, this is how real German Shepherds behave. The little missy had herself watered and back up onto her favourite resting place.. the big blue chair within moments. Life is peaceful once again.

That guy that is on "at the end of my leash" would have a fit. .. A dog on the couch, which is an absolute NO NO. (They get confused by their status in the pack). I don't think this applies to the little missy, as she gets confused who she is on a regular basis, never mind sitting on a couch.

I just sent my boy off to school. I told him to be nice to his teacher. Right... it's Friday.. and it's the MAN teacher that he likes, there will be no problems today.

Mind you.. the four other days of the week have prooved to be a challenge. I have surmised this by the boys reactions and comments to me about himself. The four day a week teacher has no email address to reach her at, so I guess this situation will carry on until she goes on maternity leave. This situation didn't occur last year, at all. So I am thinking that it is a personality clash, and if the teacher wishes to chronically call upon the boy and point out his pitfalls, then she will have to bare the brunt of his reactions. Whatever. There could be bigger things in this world to be concerned about. I just ask that he be polite and treat her with respect at all times. Even when he is finished with his science text and the assignment, and cleans up the bookshelf, and she yells at him for fooling around, when he claims he was tidying it up... which she admits that he did tidy up.. but then yells at him anyway for fooling around. Oh brother.... life is funny... it's a good thing I am not living his classroom life.... he might just have to learn the hardway I guess.

Working boy.

I have set the KING up with a challenging task. He is painting the fireplace. Hopefully he is painting it the right colour... as he seems to be complaining about it a bit. The KING never complains, it's not in his nature... maybe he has turned over a new life, and is going to start complaining about his home renovation projects.

Infact,... just now the KING called out to me in a rather awful tone. I believe in fact that it seemed angry to me.... in fact I think he really doesn't like his current home renovation project. He just reported that he will be much happier tomorrow when he gets to paint the walls.

He might be happier if he took that really bright spotlight off of his working situation. It's the door that is angering him.. I am sure of it.

I just suggested that very idea to him.... I was met with a blinding look.

eeekkkkk

How the heck do I write a resume? I have been hunting through the internet to help me find some juicy bits to add to my non descript self.

I am not interested in the writing part, I am only interested at getting the job part.

So here I am .. with many words to spill across this screen... and when it comes to writing about ME... I can't seem to throw it all together. Well.. I will have to come up with something.. as I have found a job that I think kind of suits me. I called today and quizzed the human resources girl about it, because you know.. me with job offers flying through every window of my home on a regular basis should be very picky. I think.

Yank.

I had my last wisdom tooth ripped out of my face yesterday.

I am no longer 1/4 wiser any more.

I used to be a full wise person, and slowly over the years the wiseness slowly got ripped away from me.

So now that I am zero for four on the wise scale, it's going to be difficult to monitor the wisecracks that are going to find me.

See, this has turned stupid already.

(the pip will not even let me help her with her homework... long division... not even an ounce worth).

HOLY crackersmackers.

I have just had the experience of high speed.

Whhhheeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwww.

Do you know how many Liberace videos I have watched on Youtube?

I have started on some good viewings of the Lawrence Welk show!

Now I am really going to experience the high life...

Even Google Earth has intrigued me once again.

I don't know if I am every going to be able to shut this off.

I even missed Seinfeld tonight...

It is late.. must make the boy go to bed... he will stay up for the rest of the night reading... now that he has lost all privilages from the husbandman for not doing his homework.

Where do I take the glass.

The boy regularly reports on his "hotness" level. This is where he reports how many hugs he gets in a day. The more hugs, the hotter he is. Twelve year old logic, yes, it hurts.

Anyways.., it's a Saturday night, and I am on chronic hold with the telephone company, you know.. I have nothing better to do, as the husbandman is busily stripping wallpaper, and the children are at their friends houses.

There is a knock at the door which the husbandman goes to answer. It's four giggling girls all asking for the 12 year old boy. (Much to his "maybe" happiness, he was out). Then one of the girls asks for me. She tells me that her mother is having a party, and since they were banging on our frontdoor looking for the son, her mother suggested that I come to her party.

Certainly.

I love being the afterthought party guest.

I arrived with my 1/3 bottle of wine... ( I did not drink the other 2/3rds BTW)... and drove 9 houses down the other side of the street... the darker side of the street... which I guess to me equates to the "bad side"... where I knock on my friends door.

I was so glad that I joined in the party fun. I didn't have a clue who anyone was, except for my friend... I had seen two couples once before.. but I didn't know them.. and I didn't really care. I was going to stay for an hour, as I didn't bring that much juice with me... and since I was an afterthought.. I better not have overstayed my welcome. Yes, right.

A number of jello shooters, and a margarita and a half later.. I did arrive home. I forced myself to leave... as I had to get to work for the morning.. and only having four hours sleep the night before.. I thought I best make an attempt at being responsible. Well.. responsible to a limit.. since I jumped in the car and drove around the street to the homestead.... what a risk taker! HA.

The party goes people were hilarious. Completely. Some people don't even look like they would be as hilarious as they are... and I was sad to go. I was especially sad to exit the exploding conversations... exploring what is reality, and fantasy... interestingly enough the "men" in the conversation could not grasp the difference. The story teller had to move into graphic details as to the difference.. and they were just barely coping with that. OMG. We needed another round of jello shooters to connect the synapses.

So there it is... what was to be a boring night of wallpaper stripping watching turned into a third of a glass of red wine...

Highspeedless

I have finally switched people... f.i.n.a.l.l.y.

But hold on.. not that fast.. I haven't quite switched...as I am having a hard time switching over.

I opened up the computer and popped in one of the antennae thingys, and then connected modems and cables and CD's... and I waited... lights flashed and screens popped up... except the confirmation of a secure wireless connection. I have all the right stuff... but somehow it isn't quite in working order.

It's a good thing that I did not get rid of my dial up quite yet. I would be so lost without it.

I am enjoying my new chincy computer desk with wheels. It has moved back and forth the kitchen a number of times already.. and it makes it easier trying to find the back of the computer.

I bought a new flat screen... I like that too, although with the limited amount of space, I can't have my super sonic speakers hooked up, so the monitor does have a built in speaker along the bottom of it... but it isn't quite the same.

Eventually things will come together... and I will be touring around the world via the internet much more.. as pictures will come in much quicker than the current snails space that we currently work at!

Today might be the day...

I think I will go and buy some christmas presents.

I will also buy paint, in three colours.. (big decisions here people).

I definitely will go and buy some picture hooks.

It's Friday... so it is important that I apply for a "new job". This is almost a hobby of mine now.

As always... laundry will be on the "to do" list, it's a given.

I might have to go and buy more groceries. The husbandman of mine has taken to making his lunch for work now.... it has only been 17 years worth of take out... so that's not bad. (Just so you know.. I read this book... it was his "memoirs"... so it's completely open to ones interpretations and perceptions). God.

I can't remember what the first line of my post actually was...

A day late... but not.

I flipped up this page yesterday. I had many things to write, but got called away. It seems that I neve made it back here.... I am sorry to my loyal three readers. You are special people, thanks for coming back!

so.. the reason for my extreme writing need...

I am this "volunteer walk leader" .. or so the people say I am. Yesterday I had one person call and cancel, as she had a cold. I show up to do the walk... and I felt like I was loitering about the building. It was only me and my shadow that arrived for the walk today. It's a drop in thing, so if people do not come... well, they just don't come.

I wondered what I should do...

I left, and didn't walk down the trail. I am glad about this.. I went over to the Town Centre Stadium and joined the walking people there. I have walked there many times before... and came to the realization that I really like walking around this oval rubberized track. Yes I do. It seems kind of boring to walk in circles, but you know.. if you are out for the exercise of walking, with no thought process involved, this is the place to visit. Now, you do not get the same smells as you would walking through the trails, with the fish spawning, and dew drops falling, but in the whole scheme of life... I don't think they missed me. I was just extremely excited to walk as fast as I could, and not worry about puddles, slugs, hidden roots and dead rodents. (I saw this once on the trail).

It was a very exciting experience... again.