what is going on here!!

Here is the husbandman turned mechanicman. The almost 17 year old smudgy white toyota developed a nasty habit of "taking on water" over the past while, so the hubandman turned mechanicman has set up his surgical suite in the new-found garage. He also was able to put down the fluffy pillow bed for his trusty assistant, who never really takes her eyes off of him... except when she needs a nap...
The mechanicman doesn't have the same sterile field in his surgical theatre as someone that would be inclined to worry about infection. He feels that the placement of parts on the ground to have a rightful place.
Her eyelids where getting heavy here.. and when I made the mistake of saying to the working fellow... are you coming in soon... the almost sleeping little dog was up, and ready to leave her sidekicks side... I couldn't believe that move, perhaps she doesn't really love him that much after all.. I don't think so..!
Here's the twenty zillion pieces that have come out from underneath that hood, which all seem to have some place to go. I asked the mechanicman husband how it was that he knew what to do with all these pieces.. he paused, then spoke: " I just know ". Alright then fellow... go crazy out there!

 

Less is More!

It took me the whole week to think up the post from Monday. That abundance of words won me two comments... I think I will post like that more often.

In other things of a lesser point:

I am currently drinking DE-caffeinated INSTANT coffee, with hot milk.

NOT SURE WHY.

I am waiting for a car dealer to call me with a price which is less than what I want to pay.

UNSURE OF WHY.

Have managed to drive about town in a vehicle that is currently using water for oil.

CAN'T IMAGINE WHY.

Will be going christmas shopping on the airmiles reward site any moment.

THERE IS NO WHY IN SHOPPING.

Bye bye kitchen.

I will not have my kitchen, and bake in it too. I am now going to drive my new kitchen. The now 17 year old smudgy white Toyota Forerunner with just about 300, 000 clicks on it, is now behaving quite badly. The contractorman turned mechanicman will set out on the fine task of ripping apart the top half of the engine this weekend.

In the meantime... I have gone shopping. I have decided that we need a 2006 Mazda 5 GT. I would have taken a GS, but there are none left in Western Canada... so the Mazda people tell me. Now I must wait to find out who I will get the best deal from... and of course with my "on a dime" budget.. it may be a stretch to see if people are willing to "put me into that vehicle". I am going to try tomorrow to smooth out the glitches that are keeping me from being in that vehicle, but of course in the meantime I have developed quite the twitch on the upper right eyelid.

This may not be a good thing... but then, either is the broken vehicle I currently own.

Pumpkin and spice

The day was going along at a lovely pace. The turkey was done and then onto the pumpkin pie which had just the right amount of spices, and a huge topping of whip cream to finish it off with. People were still gathered about the diningroom table, and others were lined up against the kitchen sink doing dish details.

From down the hall came a shreik "we're leaving!"

Then some crying and balling.

The mother screached down the stairwell for second child to get his shoes, then she turned to hiss at the diningroom table husband to fetch the keys. Then she marched back to hiss at the second child again to hurry up, which was about 15 seconds from the first shriek. A shuffle of children, shoes and coats, and then the front door slammed.

The sister and her troup were gone.

Leave it to her to spice up the night.

oh oh

Well, I think things have gone bad.... or brown, I am not sure what is worse. I replanted one of my colonade apple trees the other day... and now all the leaves are brown. One down, one to go. I just replanted my other apple tree, I will wait to see it's brown leaves tomorrow. I guess there is always next year......

Things that hum.

For a house that is sleeping, it is certainly noisy over here.

Things that are humming right at this time:

1. Fridge
2. Dishwasher
3. Coffee maker
4. Dryer
5. Bathroom fan
6. Computer
7. Ceiling fan
8. The dog's tail
9. My brain

Yes, it is all true!

Another thing....

My work friend called me early this morning to tell me that I had issues. Big ones. Beyond her realm of thinking. That was her complaint. I told her that I couldn't be "cured" in one simple phone call. It had taken me years to perfect my inadequacies. I accused her of being jealous, and that my issue was not really an issue at all, but rather her own sad self realization that she could never be like me.

She agreed.

She has no interest in organizing the space in front of where "we" sit at the nursing station. Yes, that is the "issue": exactly 12 pencils, 24 red pens, and 24 black pens, all tucked away in their allotted spaces. Not to mention the adequately filled holders for the yellow hilighter pens, and the black felt markers.

She wont even attempt to be like me.....

I wonder why.

MIA!

I have a friend that has temporarily left the planet. I haven't heard from her in weeks... she has disappeared to somewhere.. but I am not sure where. I am hoping that she comes back soon, as just a few moments ago I responded to the boy's Math/French/Science teacher.

I probably should have not told this teacher how to teach my son. I do not believe that the teacher is going to take that too kindly. But the email struck a bit of a chord with me; as in, she was whining about my boy not stepping up to the plate. So I told her how to get through to the boy... as in: that it is her job to get through to my boy, while he is at school. I gave her some pointers on how to do just that.

I also asked her to send me a detailed list of all the math/science work he has missed, because as I mentioned about the boy being very black and white, so is his mother. I didn't understand when she wrote to me about him missing "some" assignments. What does "some" mean?

Well, my MIA friend is currently unavailable to offer up some Grade 6 advice, so that's what happens. I emailed the teacher back with seven simple steps to the Hamsterson. I did however save myself by not writing "quit whining" about what he isn't doing.

Watermark

I have been re-working the resume. What a challenge, and it's not even being used to accomplish anything, but rather to apply to an association that requires one upon application. The watermark is the best part of the resume so far... and I am done writing it. It's quite attractive, even soothing really. Too bad the rest of the resume doesn't follow suit. Oh well, onto other things....

The gigs up!!

All of last week that husbandman of mine was off for his final vacation for the year. He is allowed three weeks off. Yes, overly generous, and I realize that. (OUCH!) I have quizzed the husbandman on asking his employer for some more time off... and the fellow just looks at me stunned. I don't think he can contemplate another week off from work, because... that would time off from working.. and he couldn't have that.

It's back to reality for me... no more clean kitchens, and emptied dishwashers, or tidied floors, or make that clean floors ((the PIP's room)), laundry folded, dinners made, and someone to walk the dog with in the morning. This will all have to wait for next year now.

Must go clean a counter now...not that it is dirty or cluttered... but it's something husbandmanish

Bear hunting is now over....

Now I spend my time staring at how the light hits the trees.

 

The boys went to the video store....

I was expecting a movie of greatness!! Something fascinating to carry me away into the land of happyviewingville.

I'll tell you what I got:

One rented video game.
One purchased video game.
And of course another purchased video game.

Those boys.

Now I have constant chitter chatter and game talk fall out.

That boy!

If there was a colour to represent that boy, it would be green. Various shades of the colour green, because he is rather colourful. But green wins the colour comparison award, hands down.
The green represents a turtle, which is what he is similar to, and I think almost relates to.

Yesterday, while the husbandman and I were both not looking we had one teacher call, and another teacher email us. They were both wondering about missed notices, and missing assignments, and money for math books, and field trip notices. Did I say he was a turtle... well, I was wrong, he's a squirrel, in a turtle state of mind.

I emailed the teacher, and did say that the boy was doing better than last year... he really was. I did actually ask for her to believe me... he was better. Yes, a painful process, for everyone.

The boy basically carries around all his belongings all day long, that way he knows he doesn't have to panic trying to find things. The poor guy, and there's nothing I can do for him. I asked him why he carries around his math book, and that is because he doesn't want to lose it. I am hoping that he will eventually begin to trust himself enough to realize that he can foresee his day, and pick up his materials when he requires them, rather than drag everything around with him. In the meantime, I am sending him two sandwhiches at lunch, as with all that packing, he must be building up some muscle mass, and burning calories by the milliseconds.

Let me make this clear....

This black blob may be a black blob, but as the season is winding down.. I am going to miss these great black blobs.....

A little spin

Yesterday afternoon at 2:00 PM I left our house for a Dr's. appointment. I returned home at 5:56 PM, just in time to take the boy to his piano at 6:00 PM, and watch him eat his lovely Kraft Dinner that looked like fine dining to me at this point as we drove the five minutes. His piano place is just a short drive down to the place where I love best, and in fact this house on the hill doesn't overlook an old mill, but rather the blueberry fields. I drove myself around for about 25 minutes, and scouted for my friends. I saw that I the vehicle to one of my bear watching friends, but none of my black furred friends. RATS! Then... it was time to collect the boy from piano, and take him to TKD. I realized in the time that I was driving around looking for bears.. that I really need to "go peeeeeeeeee". Oh god, did I ever.... in my boredom from the 3 hours of driving in out and of the city, I had drank 3 bottles of water. Now I had 1 and 1/2 litres floating about, in what was turning out to be a huge abundance. Things weren't feeling to good. I had to quickly debate, where would be the best place to take the plunge. The icky TKD place, where I would have to ascend a huge number of stairs, or to the double icky icecream place across the street where all the teenage highschool girls serve icecream, and do not clean bathrooms. I opted for the icecream icky walk, and I was right... the bathrooms were just icky. I stared and took a breathe, not a big one mind you, as the pee was certainly circulating pretty much at it's end point, then I had to steal a bunch of toilet paper from the equally as bad boys bathroom, but interestingly enough... the boys bathroom had an abundance of toilet paper. Thanks to the boys and their toilet paper aversion, I was able to cushion up the icky girls toilet seat. The very few moments that I remained on the toilet a song sprang to mind... " I love to laugh, loud and long and free....", except I inserted different words. I guess I went to the bathroom in the knick of time, as I was certainly turning into a pee brain. Lucky for me, I think I have returned to normal, I think.

Janet Evanovich Twelve Sharp

I forgot about this from last week.. I laughed somewhere close to the end.

Desperato

Earlier this evening the lovely PIPster and I went driving about looking at our favourite bearspotting points. Well, isn't that a shock!... This time we bumped it up a notch, and I took pictures of all the pop out spots that we found along our way. It really is exciting times for the two of us in the 16 year old white SUV, but you know.. when the mall is unavailable, we really do have to make our own fun.

In other things not fun at the mall:

I made a lady cry the other day. I didn't mean to, I just made her burst into tears and cry, cry, cry. That wasn't the only crying going on as she was hanging onto a three year old boy that was crying, in-between his screaming and kicking. It was a frightful event. She was also trying to push a baby in a stroller, and also had a very sweet little girl walking next to her carrying a big bag, almost as big as the little girl herself. I spied her from a ways away, and people were giving her the evil eyes, not unlike myself on any given day when I hear kids screaming hysterically from buggies and shopping carts while I am out. I despise screaming children... I did not let my children scream when they were little, they were not allowed, and hmmmm, how odd, I did not tolerate it. Anyways... I walked up to this woman, and gently touched her arm and asked her to stop. I told her that it was my job to push her buggy and carry her bags and smile at her sweet little girls, and it was her job to hold and hug her screaming hysterical boy. We strolled out of the mall, the little baby looking up at me, with my badly coloured hair do (( I am not ready to talk about that yet!!!)), and the cutesy sister was busy looking at me... and the boy screamed, and the mother and I talked. As all mothers like to do, she said she could handle it once we made it to the exit, but then I said my job wasn't done, until I had walked her to the car... that made her cry more.

WE have all had those kinds of days, when even, with our IMAGINARY octopus arms, we can not manage, and would love the help from someone, anyone.... even me, a hater of screaming children!

What was that fourth picture again..?

It's the place where these great creatures "pop out" from, and then saunter down the road, like this great fellow. This is a photo of his hind end, naturally he would be walking away from the camera... as these great beasts are not only people shy, but naturally camera shy as well.

 

Some things I found the other day