this guy was big, beautiful and black. He was a bit put off by the girl and her bearbells. He was on his way towards us when she rode up behind him. He walked into the grassy field to the left. He was interested in going to the field on the right which has rows of blueberries. The road leads to the dyke which is bordered by the beginnings of Pitt Lake. This guy was big. 

Here's the happy family..check out the smile on her face... she looks friendly 

He's going in for a dip.. 

Here's our big buddy sneaking away from us... 

Yesterday... what about yesterday??

Some days I'm just a reader..... although I will lay low from the tortured library book event. I am still pretty scared over that book.... anyways....I realized that I have some little anecdotes that I will need to document for future reference.... for what.. I am not sure quite yet.
I took the Pipster to the dentist yesterday... she needed to have some work done on a tooth that had continued to decay despite a filling. Oh what a lucky girl she is. She loves candy. Poor girl. She rarely gets pop. Good mother. anyways... as usual the Pipster is pissed about going to the dentist... not because she's frightened.. only because it is disrupting her day, doing things that she likes to do.... I realized an intervenion would be required.. because her usual level of acceptance had dropped into negative numbers. I was frightened... I had to act fast... ah food. That is what makes this girls world rock!!! I mentioned that we would go out to her favourite restaurant after the dentist.... well, we would visit "our friends" the bears, (to let the freezing wear off a bit).. then take her out to eat. That brought an immediate smile to her face. Yae for me....I scored on this one. Off we went. .....wait, wait, wait,.... eventually the dentist emerged. He's a good guy... married, no kids yet..way too nice.. very polite... always worried if he's hurting you... he won't have a long life. Anyways... he comes out... "So.... we're done," he begins...."but she wouldn't let me freeze her mouth"....."oh, so what have you been doing in their all this time?" I ask. "We fixed her... he said shaking his head in amazement....it took a bit longer.. because it hurts doing it that way" NO KIDDING !!! I say, then kind of start to laugh... well, whatever, it was her head not mine. With prize in hand, out she comes with a big smile. "Can we go for lunch right now Mama?" she asks... "see I don't have to wait... because my mouth isn't frozen"... she says. My Pipster, my love and amazement.....
Later..... we saw bears... big big big beautiful black bears... and that was yesterday.

It's all dark....

Happiness has come over me once again. The head of hair has taken on the intense colour of medium brown.... because that is what the box says. Mind you the box says it will be permanent... that will be true... until I wash it, and I will watch all my medium brownness filter down the drain. hm. Speaking of brown....I need a load of dirt. Just one load... one big load of luxuriously deep brown fresh dirt. All I can think of is dirt. I want to spread dirt all over my places of desire. Yes, I want to smooth it across the bare patches, long stretches and little crevices. I can see it now....Patches of deep brown surrounding me and glistening as the sunlight sprinkles it's rays upon the dark masses. Slowly, every so slowly these patches of brown will begin to feel the tentacles of life pulsating through them. A slow steady current will wind it's way through, then rumble and burst upon these beautiful brown glistening masses. A shockwave of green will emerge through my masses of brown to behold... a freshly seeded lawn. I am so happy.

Maintenance

Shift your eyes to the right. See that picture with that brown mass of hair with silly highlights on top. That image is real, it doesn't look real, but it's real. I know, I'm living that reality.

I'm putting on the gloves and going in for maintenance......hopefully all the problems will have sorted themselves out in "the wash".

Thumbs up.

It's all looking good according to Dave. I am a successful "Slash A'er"... or in another form of language that I won't remember by tomorrow morning, let alone 5 minutes from now: "I am now proficient in closing an anchor tag in HTML"....

I will have to go and tell my Mr Soreback that you don't have to be all clean and tidy to have a successful day....I will tell him my success story about being a slash a'er... that'll impress the hell out of him... Mr. Noncomputersoreback man.

Well, it looks like I still haven't found anything to do with my "getting late" Sunday evening.

Sure wish I could watch a little television, I can't start another book yet, it's too soon, my pain from yesterdays final adventure is still too fresh in my head. The flashbacks are still too real and too intense....thoughts from yesterday...... my eyelids toothpicked open, my hands glued to the pages, and that little chant that kept floating through my head the whole time.. "read, read, just keep reading... a little further.. you can do it... just keep reading. Must. Read. Don't. Stop. Read till it hurts. No read further... it hurts a lot now. Must read to make the pain stop". I live my own nightmare. Must go....

what to do what to do....

Let me see.. what should I be doing right now....hmmmm. Well I could spend time with my husband.... but he's watching TV. Besides the Oldest evilist of beasts is sitting with him... she would only get annoyed. Then he would be annoyed at the fluster... and besides it's past his primetime talking moment... he has nothing left in him to speak of... it's all inside of his head.. never to come out. Never. Besides he only speaks to me on Sundays... that doesn't mean that he wants to spend time with me. Ever. (!) I could spend time with my children... that's silly... they are happily watching TV in our room. Together. Side by side. On our bed. They are both happy. I am happy. I could spend time with our youngest most silliest valium seeking behaviours dog... but she is running around outside afraid of the dark... that doesn't interest me. I am afraid of what I will step in, in the dark. Well, at any moment all hell will break loose. I will sit and wait. It won't be long. Any moment now. Tick, tick, tick. I can't even turn this computer off to go and read my awful book that I have been reading... I finished it last night. Hated it. It was boring.... but I had already read 2/3 rds of the boring book.... so I thought I best finish the last bit... to find out the ending... ho hum... the ending was as boring as the book. Sorry Mr. Author about your awfully sorry.... and here it comes..... well, people are up and moving and interrupting and dogs need in, and questions are being asked, and there's children raising voices down the hall, now the growing boy needs a sandwhich... and just as I was going to spill the beans about the good parts of the awful book... and it's author.. well have to go.....

What was that.... were you talking to me?

Today he spoke... Mr Cleanandtidy that is... Sunday is the day that he speaks to me. Today he said "Ow".
Not to be confused with statements which contain the "ow" sound such as: "I owe you a trip to the Carribean", or "How about a nice diamond ring for you", or "How about just the two of us go out?", or... I am certain this is what he meant when I heard the "ow" coming from him... "How about you just quit your job?"

I was later to find out that Mr Cleanandtidy had turned into Mr. Soreback. I do have to admit.. he cleaned and tidied first... good Mr. Soreback.

There once was a man named....Dave

That's right Dave.... it's all about you. Put a smile on your face man.... because this big important message is all for you Dave. Dave's a nice guy.... he helped me a lot. Let's recap the day....

1. One nervous breakdown...thanks Dave
2. Relearning the English language... "what the hell is he talking about?"
3. I put a bracket slash a bracket into my template.... I'm not really sure why... but Dave is really happy.
4. I found a cheering section on my blog... thanks Dave.
5. Today is a religious day.... and I got to spend a number of times saying "Cheese and Crackers got all Muddy". Once again, thanks to Dave.
6. Learned that you will go crazy if you only eat salad and dinner... with no dessert. Well, no time like the present... time to go have some peach pie. Can't have a crazy woman writing blogs. Thanks Dave.

I had a worry....

I was worried... for a short while. But when I was in the midst of the worry.. it was a rather large one. It happened while I was at work. I got the call. The information was received and processed. I sat for a moment and contemplated. I had to figure out my course of action. I had to delicately choose how I was going to cope with this situation. The Smirnoff Ice that I had in the refridgerator for myself, and only myself had been infiltrated. By my husband. What a bad bad man. My course of action had to be swift, silent and deadly. This must never happen again. I had to quickly gain access to the homestead before further attacks occured. By the time I made it home, the infiltration had stopped, and the heartburn had set in. My worries... were over.

Crown me once again....

I am a good mother....I have to continuously remind myself of that fact when I just happen to say things like...... Don't talk so loud!!!!.... that will attract your sister.... and that's like baiting a bad shark! (as she happily listens to her princess music in the den with the door closed.... always with an ear open to any kind of activity).

Today I will wear a crown with lots of jewels.

No more knock knocks...

I spoke to Mr. Kinghusbandmanwhatareyoumakingfordinner while I was still at work this evening... he said he didn't know. I gave him that. I know that he didn't know. But I do know that he would feed the 2 chicklets... and then graze on whatever he didn't know what he made for the kids... until he didn't know that he had even eaten. That's his style. I don't question it. It makes perfect logical sense for me. With that knowledge firmly pounded into my head... I made a beeline for my favourite Saturdaynightspot... will a quick click of the cell phone... I felt like Alice from the Bradybunch and her "Rice-a-roni" commercials... "ready in five minutes"... and down the freeway I went until I had entered the zone... the Osaka Sushi zone... my favourite place. I knocked knocked on his door, paid the steep price for my sushi habit, and headed home for the fix. Gave the family a fix too.. well except fraidycatboysensiblesonthatdoesn'teatthingsthatarenotstricklypastaloadedwithcheese.

g..o..t the s...h...a...k...e...s...

I'm hot and cold, I'm shivering.... my fingertips are freezing, I have a pounding headache and I can't think straight. My vision is blurred and I am nauseated.

I believe I am suffering from an acute onset of "DEBLOG". This happens when you don't write for almost two days......OMG!

Mr Fraidycat where are you?

Has anyone seen my son... he's been out playing "Facing Your Fears" with his friends... which is why he is not in front of this computer... because that game would be "Perpetuating the Passion".. the last I saw him... he was going to stand in our neighbours backyard....although he says he couldn't because there were rats, lot of rats, lots of dead rats. Funny, there are no rats in that backyard in the middle of the day while they are jumping on the trampoline....oh, he's home I can tell by the way the front door was flung open in his usual afraid of the dark panicky state.

It's confirmed then...

Well, today I finalized the fact that I was indeed unwell enough to go to work Friday and Saturday... of last week. I called someone about that.... now I will get paid for not being there. I know now that there is "no way" I could have had thought processes and been nice to people and have to do my job all in the same day... it couldn't have happened. An absolute impossibility.
People would have been perfectly petrified to have made my acquaintance. "Why is there a deman at that desktop".. they would have asked. "How come you let people with one eyebrow and they hiss work here?"
I'm all better now. The gum surgery I had was a success... it was the temporary personality transplant that was the real issue. I know that... because I looked in the mirror.. yesterday, and saw myself for the first time in a week.
I am supposed to be at work tomorrow, I wont be going tomorrow either..... I wonder what my reason for that will be ... next week, when I get around to thinking about it.

Who's that knocking on my door??

Knock knock

Whos' there?

Magic Chef..

Magic Chef Who!

Yes, it's me Magic Chef Who, I am here to make your dinner.

If only this could be true.

Good friends...

I'm a good friend...I had a friend that moved away... the only way we stay in contact with one another is with this machine. I haven't typed to her in a while... and now that the blogger world has temporarily consumed my curious self... I couldn't make room for idle chit chat.... so this is what I came up with:
I have been thinking about you.
How are your chicklets?
Tell me how old they are? Age upon return of this email?
What they are doing?
Any new pets?
How is your new home?
How are you?
How is your Mr. Husband?
How is his new job?
How are you settling in?
What did you do with your yard this year?
Any good books titles you can pass along?
How many miles have you ran?... don't include children!!
How about your first summer their.. how has that been?
Forgive my failing memory.. but where did you find a job again???
And that's a wrap...!
About me.. fine. About kids... fine, funny. About husband, fine, quiet. About dogs, fine, furry. About life, fine, fun. About school supples, done. About my bank account, none. HA! Look forward to hearing from you.

I wonder if Ishould have sent this formatted?

Ssspppssss.... sspppsss... Ya you...

I'll let you in on a little secret... my sweet little blond Pipster has just come to tell me that she is afraid of the bathroom. This would be the bathroom that is big, bright, holds the toothbrushes, is sometimes clean..... She tells me that she prefers to use the little bathroom, which is a hole in the wall, shares the room with our washtub, has no windows, we keep buckets in there, and things (mops) that can fall over and hit you on the head while sitting.... what she doesn't know... this bathroom scares me.