The stalker sister...

I should be very afraid, well actually .... I am. The stalker sister is back at it again. I am out walking with my lady friends through the streets of our fair city... and the sister is able to cruise up next to me, and ask me where I am off to. I carry my phone at all times.. just in case she wants to get a hold of me, and that way I will not have to hear the wrath of the sister stalker if she is unable to get a hold of me, when I am free and should be available. I believe I fear my own blood.

Notes of the day....

The happy silly Ellpee is still eating her crumbles, and behaving normally.... with the exception that she has a bunch of chicken bones inside of her. Of course that still worries me.

I am one sock short, as it decided to take a ride inside the vacuum, but didn't quite make it there, as it is now stuck in the hose. Out damn sock, out!

The fancying chore that I did last week to Pip's gymnastic outfit, needed to be repeated today. I had to re-iron on her pretty flowers for her plain pink outfit... just so it was pretty to wear. They had all fallen off in the wash... todays steaming event I am sure has cemented the flowers forever.

It's a good thing that I vacuumed (before the sock sucking incident) and washed floors... because that way when the wreath flew from the top of the mirrored night table and crash landed to the floor, it was clear to me where the rose petals crash landed. They also did a fine job in creating a whole new reason why I need to fix that freaking vacuum.

Hurry up.

I should win the mother of the year award. I deserve it. Mind you, I do not have to work hard at my thought processes. They are naturally odd, and raise even the sparsest of eyebrows. This morning was no different.

I decided that there were too many eggs in the fridge. I slapped the non stick pan onto the top of the stove, and started frying eggs. Three eggs for the girl, and three eggs for the boy. I threw the first eggs in, and cooked them to perfection. I know this because the Pip smiled when I delivered her surprise breakfast. The boy on the other hand is a different story. He's pokey. Double pokey. Actually, annoyingly pokey. I had cooked his eggs to just the right temp, and then kept the pan warm so he could enjoy his eggs as much as his sister enjoyed hers. I guess that works if you are not the King of Pokiness. By the time he got to his eggs they were a warm mass that reminded me of a pancake. He settled himself to the table, with the paper in front of him. and his mass of eggs. I then told him there was no time for consulting with the world leaders.. he needed to eat his eggs NOW, and to save time with all the dithering about with knives and forks... "just eat them with your hands", I told him. I am not exactly sure why I told him to eat with his hands, plus in this house we do have forks. But the important thing was that he went with it.... ate his eggs, then we laughed about it after. I am still wondering about my thought process.

The dog did what?

So the lovely and silly Little Pup, otherwise known as L.P., or written in a wordy fashion... ELLPEE managed a very daring feat earlier this evening. She decided that her crumbles were not going to make her happy, and since we had gone out for a short while she was going to dig through the garbage can (that resides in the little bathroom with the door shut) and find some tasty leftovers. Oh, her lucky day was today... she managed to chew a left-over chicken carcas. Mr. Husbandman came home and found the plastic container that it was wrapped in, but that was it. This dog has always been a little off on her short term memory... and I can say that she lacked insight on this latest adventure. Alright, not that there is an insight assessment for dogs that one can deliver, it's just troubling time and time again at all the stupid things she manages to do. Perhaps she has end of life issues, I did find a knife in her favourite kennel the other day... that she picked up and carried, and then sat on. I am hoping that the result will not be her lacking in life.

I believe this calls for a double dose of the Vitamin B Complexes, well, actually I better double up on all the vitamins today... and I'll wash it down with some rum.... there, that might relieve some stress.

The weather and world of the hour

Yay!... I was able to capture "a fish out of water"... climbing up the ladder


Here's the happiest kid in the world...the youngest of nephews, with the Pipster in the background. The third child is just someone, not anyone of ours... although you can never be too sure.Some blue skies from earlier in the week. You have to love blue skies in the fall.

The Queen of Papers

My wonderful mother often complains of the state of her in home office. She swears that papers emerge from no where, of course when her back is turned. I feel her pain. It has happened to me. The unravelling paper troll emerged in my homestead earlier this morning, and as I continued to work on "JUNK", the papers ended up all over the kitchen. I have looked around at my paper problem and am now deciding on how much of a recycler vs paper stasher I really am. I do know one thing, I am the Queen when it comes to paper, and more paper.

No luck...

I have had no luck looking for shows with no names... but I did have some luck capturing these shots the other day.

What's going on...

As of right now I would like to congratulate myself on a job well done. I am not sure how much it had to do with me, but I will take the whole credit for this.

BOTH OF THE CHICKLETS ARE IN BED... AND IT'S BEFORE 10:00.

I AM AMAZING...... at least I think I am.

Other things that are happening as of right now...

1. A fresh loaf of multigrain is about to emerge at any moment from the breadmaker.
2. A fresh stick of Dentyne has just being chewed to smitherine's. I love fresh gum.
3. I am going to watch some show that I do not have a clue who's in it, the title of the show, or any other facts pertinent to fascinating details.... although I believe that I am going to love it.
4. I am not reading my book, or any books at the moment. That will all continue tomorrow.
5. So will the gambling habit... he he he he he he he

Dancing in the Dark by Mary Jane Clark. A cast of characters.. almost too many to keep track of.

Almost the last day

It might be the last day of the non-scheduled holiday/autumn festivities. We celebrated the almost going back to school by going on a field trip. We went to see the fish that are busy spawning at the moment.... and I am wondering..... where the heck are the trillions of people that should be flocking this space... hmmmmmm... where are they I say?

I've been reclassified.

I am thinking that I lack direction in life, other than option A = wife, mother, homeowner. ((Raw Raw -- it's all good!!.... and did bring this on myself with the assistance from the husbandman) It also seems that higher eduation seems further and further out of reach for me due to my absolute inability to specialize in one specific field, nor believe that spending thousands dollars more will enable me to reach my very simple goal of helping others, which may not have the result of huge financial gain, because as we know, we do not work for money, we work because we love what we do, which is partly right.. but I also would like to be paid.. sorry people........ on those thoughts ... I have had to reclassify my existance.

This has come easily to me, in fact.. almost overnight I have turned into a BOOKBITCH. Really and seriously. I know this.. because someone referred to me as such. Deanna the Bookbitch. I have taken my new role quite seriously.. and feel it a dubious honour to carry such a title.

Be careful out there... it could be me snatching the very last book out from the shelves just as your fingertips grasp the magnetic covers..... do not fear .. it is just me .. the BOOKBITCH.

Somedays you just connect....

This very day I magically created some math work for the chicklets. The Chicklets eagerly devoured their pieces of paper with great skill and excitement. I was most impressed. I believe it had something to do with the fact that the other day I hissed and hissed and hissed like the queen of all hissing snakes at them about their appalling attitudes towards being asked to do 10 minutes worth of math work while the teachers are busy confronting the government. Funny, today I didn't get that same reaction. They both managed to find pencils and erasers and set to work... after a little while, and a while after that. Eventually I saw success. I had the boy drill himself on his multiplication facts with the random numbers I wrote on the page. The girl was asked to add up the same numbers on the page and pretend that the times symbol was actually and addition symbol, but it too was getting lazy and was laying on it's side. Even more to my excitement was the fact that the Pippy recognized the numbers that she had written backwards, and instead of correcting the lovely and well written backwards numbers I had her circle them, just to draw attention to the fact that these were well backwards written numbers. It also excited me to note that the boy has developed a short cut technique to knowing his times tables.. which simply tells me he is computing.. and that's all I want.

if only...

The gardener guys could just keep going. They are happily cutting the grass of the crazy lady next door, and are cutting the front four feet of my lawn, as they always do. If only they could keep going, and do my whole lawn today... it would make temporarily happy, unitl next week, when it needs to be cut again.

If only.... the lovely silly brain damaged dog knew that when I told her to turn around on her towel that she knew I meant to turn around and wipe her feet. The lovely and evil now dead and gone Cicely knew this very command, and always performed it when requested. I have to admit, she thought it was some form of wierd joke and Raa-Roo'd (the raa-roo came from when she was just a little pup with her little pup bark, and when she wanted something she would say raa-roo... so we continued on with the raa-roo commmand, and she kept it all her life) the whole time she did it... so I sometimes would make her do it twice... just because when she was done turning around twice on her mat she would punch out with her paw, then slam her body down on the towel. Lucky me, she was really dry after that extra trick.

If only.... I had the luck that my mother had the other night while we were at the casino, although... I do not think that it was my mother actually touching the buttons while we were there. Apparently my Dad had this amazing ability to walk up to a machine, and touch a button and would watch the money fall out of it. On Monday it would have been my parents 47th wedding anniversary. My lovely mother had made mention earlier in the day that she thought that she should go play a slot machine, because her and my dad did visit them occasionally, and it was close to a year since they had visited one together. So, being the good and dutiful daughter that I am told her we should go. If I didn't see my lovely mother with my own eyes, I could have swore it was my Dad sitting next to me. Every bill that got sent into a machine came back out three times richer. Not big huge jackpot winnings, but little bits bigger than what went in the first place. I, on the other hand had no luck at all, which is why I sat and watched her play.... for the longest of times... THE LONGEST.... I say...

In other cat and mouse adventures:

We had a visitor the other night. It seems that all of our days going visiting, has warranted a at home visit for us. He was lovely. The big dark silent type, he wasn't much of a couch potato either, he came for only a short while, and seemed always to be on the move. Although I have to admit his fare was a little to be desired, and even though we set nothing out for him, he appeared to enjoy the sport of looking for something to eat. Eventually he left, and made his was down across to the neighbours, hoping for some tasty treats along the way. He had little to say, and didn't say thanks for the visit, but I just love it when Mr. Black Bear appears on our front lawn.

Now that I am done....

Feeling like I have been hit over the head with a cast-iron frying pan, I am once again able to engage in life. Very exciting for me. This whole being hit with the cast-iron frying pan leaves me with every single cell in the body feeling depleted of strength, energy and a thought process. All of them are back now, in full force. Oh, and it has quit raining. Double pleasant. It's onward and upward from here.

Is that wacked or wrecked?

I'm back, although I was never gone.

But I did feel like I was missing, but not out of place.

People, love your vitamins.

Really.

And I used to complain....

That the evil beast Cicely was truely evil. But she is dead and gone, and someone needs to take over. I have rose to the challenge.

This very morning I was just hunting along some websites and found "oh my gosh!" some math websites, that had actual questions, that I could actually print out. It brought a smile as big as my face could handle.... and because I am truely evil... I have politely given each one of the chicklets their very own math booklet this morning. I expect them to finish it. Luckily, acting as my reinforcer is the husbandman, as he is home because he is having difficulty standing.. because of his back issue has got the best of him... I must go... as the house will begin to roar with thunder, which might make all this typing very difficult.

This is not what it is doing right now. Although, while it was busy doing this the week before last I did have my trusty digital with me...it's a good thing...

The weather today is as grey and rainy as it can get, so by the time the rain stops falling, all of these lovely leaves will be scattered across the ground and turned to mush, which doesn't make much of an impressionable image.

The bears usually hang out in the trees to the left of this colourful one.. I am not sure what they are eating, but they seem to have smiles on their lovely black faces doing it. Well, at least I think I see smiles on their faces!

There's something missing....

AAAhh... Monday morning, the start of a whole new week. Everyone back into the routine of daily life, or not. It is closing in the on the 7:45 hour... and not a soul has risen, except the for the man that goes to make the money during the week, and his beloved furry friend that watches him leave every morning, and me... the almost non-weekday working typing person. That leaves the chicklets.. which, on any given weekday morning should be up and busying themselves getting ready for school... but alas today we still have that little government bullying situation, and the teachers are not backing down.. so for the moment, the chicklets are still busy sleeping, and I am typing... and that makes me happy.. I think. Oh, and the whole home schooling thing... I think maybe I will trade my kids for some workable ones that live someplace else... my very own are not workable...they are readable and artable, but not teachable. Someone else needs to do that...

Alright then....

I have a plan, although small and not too well thought out.. it is still a plan. I am going to pass along the book with letters that help Pip to reverse her reverse letter ways, to my mother.. and Pip will visit her tomorrow while I am at my group. Pip will want to show my mom all the amazing things that she can do... so I will send along the book that will help Pip put her letters back in the right spots... at least for one day. I am hopeful over this little plan.. she certainly wouldn't perform for me... it is best that I train the little monkey in someone elses care... it should work... I am hoping it will work.... I need the girl to learn...as the government is still acting as bullies to a rather large body of people called teachers.... so until the government stops behaving badly... there will be no teachers for the little chicklets. I am alright with this... although it is apparantley illegal... but you have to stand up to bullies, otherwise they continue to bully you... and others. Someone has to take a stand.... because although someone else tried.. the forgiving union people caved, which is why the teachers are now in the ring of fire.. doing exactly what the other union tried to do a couple of years ago.

IN the meantime... it's summertime in the fall for the kids! HOORAY!... well kind of.