That boy tricked me again.

Yes, twice in one week.

As a new dawn came about YESTERDAY, I thought to myself..."what a difference a day makes". That boy of mine was happy to get up, happy to walk to school, and didn't once grumble about the unfairness of it all, he even came home in fine spirits.

Now today has arrived, he started to put his lunch together, made his own toast, realized the time and knew he better hurry, talked about the streets being very icy, but just that... the fact that they were icy, and not the fact that I needed to drive him. He even jumped in the shower and out, even with his hair wet. I am not certain if any soap touched him, but one out of two isn't bad.

I believe I am in for a handful of tricks from that boy of mine.

The boy tried to trick me.

He thought if he behaved grumpily enough and slowly enough that I would give him a ride to school this morning. Well you know.. somehow his marvelous grumpy performance did not change my mind for a single second, in fact it didn't even get close to convincing me... not now, or ever. In an effort not to play into his almost acadamy performance.... I didn't even tell him to hurry.

I was quite impressed with my performance actually.

In scrapping adventures.

I have been doing some scrapbooking the past couple of weeks. My style has changed. I am scared. It seems that my pages have not taken on the familiar "Deanna slap 'n' scrap" style that I am so fondly in love with. My latest scrapbook faze has left me with pictures, colour, more colour, rounded edges, some cut-outs, and the thoughts of matching some stickers... eventually. The one common denominator in this equation is the glue that holds it all together. I am the glueless slap and scrapper. I can say that my pages have taken on a little less organized appearance, in fact, a down right mess really.

I had great hopes of using some glue the other night when I invited myself over to the Mailman Debbie girl's house. I really tried to use glue. I even uncapped it. I watched her as she used her gluing techniques on her fancy scrapping style creativeness project. I think I may have even picked up my gluestick, and tried to copy her style, but gingerly placed it back on the table. I gave up and continued on my unglueable colour picture adventure. I am hoping that my unwillingness to glue will "will" it's way back, as for the moment I have pages of "slap and scrap style" sitting at the bottom of my pages in a "swack of crap pile".

I think I should probably just drink more... that could be the problem!

Happiness is.....

Launching Micheal Buble over and over and over and over and over and over and over.

Don't forget....

"Save the Last Dance For Me".

Oh here's something unusual.

I applied for another job this week.

The last number of them haven't panned out. I am far too picky. It seems that so are the employers. We both lose.

I am hopeful that this weeks adventures will proove to be fruitful, as it will be a means to an end of the weekend monotony.

My new adventures could lead me out to Surrey Hospital... a very CRAPPY commute, but... at least I could keep my Stroke Group and work during the week. An interesting concept really.

Once again, I will not hold my breath!

Werther worthy.

I can go for months without a Werther's Original. But then something happens. Someone just offers me one, and BOOM like a bomb I am instantly in love with them all over again. That bomb happened today, and now I can't get enough of them. I am in love with the Werther inventor and the happy factory people that keep pumping them out. I love you factory people!

Now I have to consider people's Werther worthiness if I dare hand one over...will they rejoice in the creamy caramel that melts in their mouth, just as I do?

I hope they wouldn't dare to crunch up the Werther. How unworthy for the Werther!

Alright.... onto bigger and better challenges....

How about writing a post while listening to Micheal Buble and his version of "Save the Last Dance For Me"... just try it.... just try it....just try to type without dancing and singing and making up grandious thoughts of yourself sweeping across a glistening dance floor in a flowing gown with a tuxedo clad man of your dreams (or the guy you sleep with every night, for the little less choosy!)... just try it... except don't try it with a Werthers, you might lose your airway.

I think Micheal Buble might just be Werther unworthy.
Just a thought.

More of the same... but I like it!

Sasamat Outdoor Centre.
I had people fooled today... they thought that we were actually needing to be outside!! In the summer time there wouldn't be any qualms... except for today, and the lovely but cold weather we are having!

 

Almost without a hitch!

Well todays adventures took me back to where the photos were taken the other day.

Things were rolling along smoothly. Transportation was all in place, our group arrived on schedule, the setting was lovely, the weather was just fine, there was enough coffee and tea available for 6 & 7th refills, the lunch was spectacular, and so was the dessert. Now for the entertainment...


entertainment....................entertainment..................???????.....
....................there was entertainment....
wasn't there..................?????????
............hmmmmmmmm.

And that was it.... everything was great, except for that the entertainment didn't show.

I am always very leery when booking outings with this group of mine, as there is always something that happens... or just that, something that doesn't happen. Todays mishap was a continuation of my very own mishap. All the same, the group was happy with the lunch.

Scene one, take two.

 

I've scene something today.

 

K-Mart Art lives in the wild.

 

I found some things this morning.

 

A date is a date

My friend and I had a date to get together tonight. Yahoo!

It was most interesting.

Before I even left..
I cut my hair, had a shower, changed my clothes twice, brushed the teeth, reapplied lipstick, and didn't bother with dinner. I am the queen of organization!

I arrived at the friends house and couldn't remember her house number, and then couldn't remember when her birthday was... not that it was important to remember her birthday, it's just that it happens in January... I just felt I should remember... because I remembered last year. Maybe I was temporarily confused by the piercing music coming from the new speakers in the Indigo Blue Mazda 5. I should have these speakers burnt out by next month, I am sure of it.
Anyways... off we went...

The table was too wobbly.
An art teacher from GULP many years ago recognized me.
We switched tables.
The people in the corner were obnoxious & loud. But then, that's what you get for a pub.
Texas Holdem was located in another section. YAE.
The waitress was overly perky.
Overly helpful.
Overly annoying.
Really.
I had to order something to munch on.
I never order zucchini sticks, but I did.
I live a life of great adventure.
A lone workman looking guy sat down at the table behind the friend.
It was only him and his cell phone for quite a while.
Even the perky waitress sat with him for a bit.
Then his cell phone connections started to work, and the connections found their way to his table, behind us. Now they were stupidly loud.
I switched from Apple to Pear Cider.
The friend had a complaint about my facial expression upon my first sip.
I enjoyed the Pear. I don't have a complaint about the Pear. It would have been a good pear, had I been able to eat it from the pear tree, so I would happilytake it in a glass too.
I didn't do a Pear explanation with the friend.
I even kinda forgot that I was now drinking her Pear Cider.
I laughed.
I laughed a lot.
I think my face hurts now.
All of a sudden we looked at the time.
My friend had to go, so I drove her back home.
I think she may have been frightened.
I wasn't, ... except when I got home, and realized how short my fresh cut bangs were!!

Anyways.. I am back at home now... listening to more Neil Diamond music.
It's exciting times here....

I think I see

I believe I see a clear sky sitting in the great outdoors. Mind you, it's still dark out at the moment.. but I believe it is clear.

CLEAR~~~!!

The sky is clear. That means people walk, and get fresh air, and just enjoy being.

I am going to take my camera with me, and capture some fresh moments. It is all quite exciting to be in the great outdoors!


In other things exciting...

When I was the younger version than what I am now, and living in a home that had two of what the husbandman and I are now, I used to wake up to the sound of CKNW. All news, all the time. Back then the radio station sometimes put music on, probably to save some of the younger listeners from going nuts. So now, instead of wasting my time with news that will only make me sad, or disgusted, or shaking my head... I have skipped the news, and gone right to the music portion of my childhood memories. Included in that is the music from the list provided below. So now.. both those chicklets of mine are busy trying to sleep....and are being woken up to the same music that I used to wait for... in between news segments on the radio station.

What a kind mother am I!!

Cracklin Rosie

Holly Holy.
I Am I Said.
The Story of My Life.


Of course you know what I am talking about, the first one is the give away!

Chronically EVIL

That I am.

I came up with a new threat for that boy of mine this morning. ( My day just isn't complete if I can't be totally Lady CRUELLA, at least once a day). I said to him if he didn't get up, and get himself ready by 08:00 then he would just have to walk himself to school in the pouring rain. I decided on the oclock hour, knowing that FIVE minutes would be OK. The issue is that at 08:13 the street becomes a parking lot line up of vehicles. It then makes what would be a five minute drive a twenty minute drive. Bizarre but true. For this, that makes me evil.

Categories of stupidness:

I did not manage to let the Hamstersons dental appointment slip by without me making it into the school. At least this time I made a hallway appearance, rather than a classroom one. The hissing was heard all the way to the boy's locker, where he casually looked up and wondered why I was visiting him in the school. One of the teachers looked scared, and stepped into his classroom and hid. I think next time I may threaten the Hamsterson with an overhead announcement......"Grammy, your mommy is here to pick you up...." Yes, that will be my next threat.

I was driving the other night and got some apple bit stuck to my hand. I casually opened the drivers window and flicked my hand to remove to the bit. The third time I flicked I luckily remembered how the wedding ring flings off just by looking at it. I was thanking my lucky stars at that moment.. in the dark, and the rain.

I worked with a woman today who very much scares me. I had to shake my head with her words that were stuck deep inside my head. I believe her words of stupidity were blazened on my brain. Ouch, that hurts.

I turned off my alarm this morning, without being fully awake. Luckily I remembered before it was too late.

I am drinking coffee at the present time. I am hoping I make it to bed within the next four hours.

I have to remember that my mother has a cellar full of red wine, and I don't. Which she doesn't drink, and we do.

That's enough stupidity for one day.

BIGNEWSBIGNEWS

Coloured the hair.

Turned out amazingly boring and brown.

I like it. A lot.

No Snow White Effect to live through.

Boring and brown can just be so special sometimes.

scary fingertips

I wrote a note to the Hamstersons teacher.

I probably shouldn't do things like that. Although we have been in email contact, that isn't the issue. The issue is the random thoughts that I command from the fingertips.

Todays email went like this:

The Gramster has an orthodontic appt today at 2:15.

I did request that he please be prepared and ready to go today at 2:00, this might be a rather large request, although I asked him twenty times before he left my sight this morning. I am hoping the reminder was enough.

I will attempt to try something different today: I hold this grand vision as someone who is a rather normal parent that sits outside the school and waits to pick a child at the specified time. I may be asking too much, so if you see a crazy woman standing at your door this afternoon throwing temporary unloving darts from her eyes at a certain someone, and seems to be hissing, you may want to tell the class to duck... all of course except GRAMSTER.

I do not believe this will happen... I could not possibly be three times lucky! ****

OH.. and in other news worthy news...

I asked the boy if he liked his PE class... like DANCE. He told me he loves it. Maybe give him a 16th chance. He has always wanted to learn hip hop/ dance. For sanity reasons I never pursued a dance class for him. This is his first one. He may just be OVER the TOP EXCITED and yet annoyingly ENTHUSIASTIC about his new found footwork.

He proudly showed me his moves.. they were pretty slick.


*** I have had two occasions fetch him from his classroom, plus other times, but not for ortho appts ***

Oh ya...

I am waiting for it to rain. OH yes I am. The snow is now ickly and slushy and crumpely and icy and grey-ee and unplayable. Yes, it's all those things and more. It needs to go, and come back next year.

Now I like snow, I like to watch it fall, but I also like it to disappear.

The snow has ruined all kinds of bushes out front, and out back. I was not disciplined enough this time to go and remove all the excess snow from the branches, and now a number of bushes have settled a large amount of inches.

It's a shame I didn't go and chop down the flowering Japanese plum tree out front. It has what I would call "chincey blooms". I do not care for that tree, and it would have been nice had it fallen over, or more secretly... someone knocked it off. But that didn't happen.... at least not today! I would like a tree that blooms unforgetable blooms, and screams to the people outdoors...'IT'S SPRINGTIME YOU IDIOTS... WAKE UP!!!". Yes, something like that.

In the meantime.. I am just waiting for the snow to melt. Then I am moving forward with my spring lawn maintenance. Sand... lots of sand.