Annndddddd....

Because.... here's a pic of "the Till" sitting in the back of the Mazda 5.. she was patiently waiting for me... and I was highly amused that she never bothered to leave the car, but then this little cat dog is never really bothered to do much of anything, other than worry.

Oh, and because we all love one another so much around here... this is yesterdays "fake" moneyfesttheivery dinner festival....lovely butter chicken! Made by none other than the husbandman himself...

What the sun brings out....

I took off to boundary bay airport again today... as the homestead was off doing their own things.. so it was just me and the furry girl....As I was on the home stretch this afternoon, there is a sign down and around the corner where it lets us know that there are deer in the area... yes, well there were four... the last photo I took staring into the blinding sun... I didn't know what I was capturing. the interesting thing is that this little lady had three youngsters with her... now that doesn't seem fathomable!

Blue skies mean...

Go find raptors!

Should your German Shepherd....

sleep on your couch?

She's happy.
Content.

But most of all cute.

Who wishes to deny their lovely little furry friend a warm and comfortable spot?

I know the very second I leave to get the camera.. the cuteness will wake up, start her crying episodes, skitter around the kitchen and want for more people to keeping company.

So, for the time being she is very low maintenance, and the recipient of human adoration.

She doesn't know her place in life, and yet still chooses not to challenge it so.

Oh... the Santa that didn't get put away is once again shining in the corner of the living room. It does seem a little gnome like owning this guy, especially since the shiny christmas tree didn't make it into a box either. For the moment it works... as there isn't something that is filling that corner anyways... now the dust will just land on them instead.

Well... back to real life, and I wish to grab a cup of coffee, which will wake up the dog, and end her cuteness festival....

lurking form above & below

Love these guys.... well, the bottom is a girl.... and I am not sure who is who in the not so zoo in the previous two.

pot pourri

What I see...

The PIP changed the desktop to this... she is claiming that she is not responsible. I claim that she is currently telling me bad stories.. because the father doesn't know how to do anything with "desktops", and the boy doesn't dig around in eagle photographs, and since the dog hasn't taken to the computer as we had hoped, my guess it wasn't her either... all except for the PIP.


This is a neat shot... it's taken along Coast Meridian midway up Burke Mountain looking towards Coquitlam, and further west. It looks lush enough... along the fence top... but wait.. if I take another step closer.. what is this that I see....? Oh yes... the sign of the times.... clear cut land and rows of homes.

At last....

The girls hair is not so spastic now, and we were able to put it back in PIP tails. Hopefully the hairs will remain in place until the end of the day.... it has been a rather disastrous haircut from the get go. The challenging part here is the fact that the hair cut isn't a bad one, no, not at all... it's the PIP's hair reaction that has gone over badly... that girls hair doesn't like to be cut into layers, and frothed about. Hmmmmm. ... this is sounding oddly familiar.

The Fog and Chain

Back in January we were inundated with fog... for days and days, which turned into weeks... the fog sat around these parts like dog hair stuck to velcro, it was awful. Eventually it parted, and we were back to seeing the colours of the day. We found this huge tree, with the chain wrapped around it. I wondered how old it was. I guess the only way of knowing will be the day it falls down, and we can count the rings, which probably might tell us when the chain started affecting the growth of the tree. It's one of those forever unknowns that we walk through life wondering about... well, at least I do.

The meeting of the minds

The chicklets and I were talking last week, as we would normally do. At least I think that is what a normal household does... which would be to chat... but that is only a guess because this is the only household I know that also talks to a stuffed dog on a regular basis, so maybe my thoughts are a bit skewed.

Anyways.... I confided with the chicklets that I actually got their father to speak. In more than two sentences, and it didn't involve work, or his hideous jeep forum. I think as a direct result of feeding the man.

Then... the boy informed us that he to lead the father to talk, where he detailed the events, and his strategies for success.

The girl chimed in her very own success story of "getting the man to speak", and I thought it was highly amazing that she too was able to hold her own in a conversation with him.

You see... the screen may sit silent to those of you out there... but deep inside the split pea green of our walls, chatter boxes do prevail!

Our next meeting of the minds will take place in a random location & at a unspecified time, however; all data will be collected and distributed to those that are affected by the silence.

My friend and I.

One would think that I am talking about the Eagle being my friend... did you look into the eyeball of the second picture... ? this guy was no friend. Actually.... I was talking of my friend over at Ms. L's, and she told me how she posted some Eagle pics... which reminded me that I had photos in my camera from last weeks adventures with the PIP. This guy was so not interested to see us that he positioned that hiney to shoot great things from it. I was later told that that means something great. OK.. ouch not thinking the same thing.

No confirmation needed!

I went to a meeting yesterday .... five teachery types.

I felt outnumbered.... I should have a representative at my side... or something.

It was just me and my new dark hair.

They had complete confirmation as to how the boy has come to be... I think it might have been meeting of the round table just to confirm the fact that the boy truly does have a clearly psycho mother.

I know I came away with an A+ in that department.

That's alright... at least my hair looked good.

It's a new day.. it's a new ...

COLOUR!

Referring to my hair of course.

The sister came over yesterday, just as I had my hair gunk on my head....she even came coffeeless. Which was OK, because I had coffee... just no cream... the sadness of it all.

Anyways...the PIPPY was curled up in our bed, busily being sick (bad cold), and so we chatted, and chatted, and chatted... and then I said to the sister.. I think my hair is going to fall out... I forgot that I had colour on my head... now you would think... "how the hell can one forget about the colour on their head....?" Well, I speak the truth....I wondered that fact myself... in the end... the hair is actually looking fine, and I even made an honest attempt at finding the grey that hides just around the ears. OK.. so when I was colouring my hair... I think the whole front of my head is grey... because I didn't see much colour attached to the hair follicles. Rats.... I better be careful, and keep colouring my hair... someone might mistake me for an ancient grain.. and I might end up in a loaf of bread!

OK.. must fly....

bad hair goes for a drive

That boy of mine must be growing.... again.

His back his sore, and he tells me is grumpy.... and he is very very tired.

I drove him to school this morning... otherwise I do not think I would have been able to get him their. He was happy for a warm chariot on this fine morning...

In other things not fine... that hair of mine is up to it's usual tricks... looking hideous, all the time.
I must colour it, and cut it... immediately....

Before I do that ... I decided that I needed a coffee... and since there is a starbucks drive-thru... I counted out my twenty dimes, and off I went. It's nice having bad hair, and having drive thru's... you still get what you want (more or less), even when you are looking the dowdiest of all.

The PIP is still home today with a nasty cold. I very much dislike not sending them... but I also KNOW how greatful I would be, if parents would think to do the same. Just yesterday someone said to me.. send her to school, that is probably where she got the cold in the first place... BINGO.. she was probably right... but it doesn't make it right to do the same.

Well.... must go do little housely things.... whatever that is......AND my other junk that I do.. because I am going to have an implosion in the brainspace if I do not get done, what I know I have to do today!

Oh my....

Polar Bear: "I come in Peace"

If you don't already think animals are far more spiritually advanced than we humans,
think again. Stuart Brown describes Norbert Rosing's striking images of a wild
polar bear coming upon tethered sled dogs in the wilds of Canada 's Hudson Bay .

My friend sent me this email... and I had to cut and paste it... I am sure the world has seen it THREE times around, but this is my first time... and as all you readers out there know... I have a certain fascination with these furry beasts.

One of these things is not like....

The other....

AND.. has anyone seen my three hole punch?

And... because he is as sweet....

Here's the little "Bobe-Dee" (as we used to call him, and some days still do...) with Phil the bear.

This is the former live wired loving evil queen known as Cicely... can't you see the love bursting from her.... in the form of fireballs.... ? She tolerated the smallish type of humans that inhabited the home, and got in the way of HER toys.

Where the hair all started....

The PIP....

What do I call her now?