and really there's

another week ...?

I voted for this ...

"Spring break"

I guess it works if you are really wanting to go somewhere.

Which we aren't.

Ever.
Never.
No way.
Forever.

Really and seriously.

It's fine actually ...

It gives the school bugs a nice break.
As in school sicknesses a chance to simmer down.
And DIE!

Then we bring our freshly traveled (except mine) children back into the mix...
AND whala .. a whole fresh batch of bugs to kill off until summer time. I am talking the school system. I mean really ... how clean are the handles on doorknobs, and bathroom stalls ... ?

In other things groovy and happening... hmmm. yes. right.

Just the way I like it.

Mind you ... we (like I did anything) cut down a little semi-annoying tree in the back yard. Well ... the sir cut it .. and I help him move the branches ... it actually was just the kind of tree that makes a mess, except that it's buds produced pussy willows, and it had round silver leaves which shimmered in the light. I think now our neighbours lawn will flood even more .. cause this tree was awfully awfully heavy ... so that water was going somewhere. And then I carried the chunks to the woodpile.

I noticed that some wild beast has been scratching the crap out of our deadening logs out back. I helped them out on Saturday and destroyed three parcels of long dead tree, and spread it across the walking area, cause I have bark mulch there anyways ... now I have a topping of sawdust. Kind of cool to see the once living tree shredded to a mound of dust ... I think our friendly ant colony has helped in this regard. I say friendly ... as in I like the things ... at least they are eating chopped wood this time, instead of my house.

This week the boy and his band are going to record four of their songs on an "EP". Not sure what that is. ... other than an extended play album. Not sure what that is. I do know that it is going to cost me money. Life is not free, and most definitely not cheap.

That's it for me ... I am planning my front yard relandscaping festival. Except it wont be a festival ... with beads and bands and mardigras paper flying everywhere. It is just me and a shovel and gardening gloves, and soil and my ipod. I think.

That is all. Really.

wonka factory workings.

The blue skies have arrived ! The blue skies have arrived !

I can't figure why I am sitting here ... probably because of the revoluntionary factors involved in processing what blue skies actually mean.

The girl is playing her wii. The boy is sleeping.

Children do that sort of thing.

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I think me and my camera must go for a roll.

Just yesterday I watched the most amazing shot come and go ... but I was not prepared for any sort of shots ... I was semi-cameraless. I had the iphone .. but that is only for miniscule pictures ... not cool eagle shots .. like the one I couldn't take yesterday!

I am going to go find me some photos for this space.

STAT.

really Marching along.

Isn't that what we do in March?

Really?

Can't believe that half the month is already gone.

Really?

Can't believe that it has almost come to gardening season, and I will be digging things up!

Really!

Can't believe that school is 3/4 through.

Really ? !

March is really marching along.

Time to take Jimmy

to vocal lessons.

OK people .. ONE freaking day I am going to videotape him, or just use my iphone ... you have got to hear this crazy bird bust out his songs ... my hair stands on end when he does the whole Neil Diamond thing ... and now that he is singing Elton John ( that duet with M&M) .. it is all mighty cool in these parts. Oh yes it is.

AND .. in things otherwise spectacular ... the lady PIPSTER is working her way ito a fine young lady .... my little artistic wonder!

The husband .. well he is all good, cause he finds battery chargers and all, and settle my frazzled yet wonderfully coloured hair.

Well .. must fetch my agnry birds and go sit in the dark for 30 minutes.... and wait for the Jimmy ... cause I am really good at that kind of stuff.

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One more thing .

Now that it is March .. the grass has had confirmation that it can start to grow. Poor grass... little does it know that I am going to beat the LIVING SHIT out of it this year. Except that the SHIT wont be SHIt because we no longer own a dog .... but the little mole that lives beneath the moss piles ... well they are surely to squirm with the heavy hand that is about to be set upon them.

Hmmph.

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JOB!

That is the excuse that I will come up with ... it's something about owning a fourth job that has thrown me over the edge.

Not sure of which one to get rid of.....

HOWEVER ... since I have a semi schedule of events that happen every single day ... things will settle soon.

In the midst of everything I even lost my d7000 charger ... and was quite psychotic over the event. Then the husbandman came home, and withing three seconds he totally reminded me where I put it.

I like him.
He's a good guy.

Now back to my non drinking problem ..

So this is the thing

life is strange.

people are stranger.

i'm strange.

you are stranger.

see.

completely strange.

part 7653 in deannaland.

The  End.

That's about it.

The strangest of things going on this past week.

|Seriously.

The best and most exciting was my phone call to ro.gers.

I was calling customer relations ... and I am certain I called cattle country ... "Yeeup this is Barb ... snuffffflle, how can I help you ... slurp (from a glass with ice)". The phone call went on forever ... including a couple of FEEUUCKS thrown in for good measure ... !! Seriously ... this was customer relations ... HIGHsterical in the deanna department of funny things. I am waiting for a phone to arrive, ... if it doesn't then I will know that I was completely HAD, and someone in cattle country is still laughing from the idiot from the coast. I called to Calgary, Alberta ... well I didn't purposely call there ... but rather transferred. Only 5 minutes before that I had been talking to MIKE with the big Ang.ry Birds Booming voice accusing me that the plan that I was offered was not going to fly, so I just better get over it ... cause he had worked at Ro.gers for SIX years people ... and THIS offer just wouldn't cut it ... and whala ... 5 short minutes later I was talking to Barb, and another twenty five short minutes later through belches and bleepers I was talking to her, and her slow computer. ... giving me all the things that a good customer should wish for. ... hence that might be the reason I am still waiting for a phone ... I did see a UPS this morning ... but alas did not see a notice when I returned home.

In other things weird ... bought a blouse the other day. I don't wear blouses ... especially fru fru ones ... but this was fru fru ... and seemingly see through, but not. Whew.

DID NOT go out walking, running, stair climbing, hill climbing or any form of heart rate raising adventures at all. So not me ... BUT I did go buy a new pair of walking, running, stair climbing, hill climbing pants!

In things semi strange to the family but completely normal to me ... I am living inside a tent. Yes I am! I am happily keeping the heat in this very cold house ... or at least the very cold me. If I could drink wine I would ,,,but I am not ... I will go go.ogle that now ...

just another day in the life of deannaland ...

wowa

I read a book! It was a very good book ! Lucky me!

Happy LOVE Day.

Happy MADE UP card buying, money spending day to you!

I am reposting this pic, just cause it has a certain feel of beauty to it.

This might be love, or just a strong desire to be together.

You know when you have the BEST of partners ...

When they present you with a BAG of popcorn on the made up LOVE day.

He knows me very well...

CAUSE I really really really LOVE popcorn!

I'm back .. again

Thank you for your suggestions about the job or non job event.

Your words ranked up there the same as Sirs' & the Jimmy.

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Yes, a play on words about the unfriendly house dog!

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In the meantime...

The Jimmy went to a (I guess a kinda-maybe-famous-but-not-amous guys) house on Saturday. Well .. Jimmy and his band, or the band and Jimmy. Anyways .. it was cool to let him go, and more interesting to hear what he had to say. I love the fact that when he went inside, it took him a moment to actually look at the guy, and then was quite impressed that he got to shake his hand. I'm not sure of the grand details that the band & the Jimmy were drumming up ... but one of the final questions they asked the maybe famous-amous guy was "what should we do about Jimmy's hair?" ..... The guy commented that the Beiber hair was fine ... which was when Jimmy pointed out that was the problem, with the exception that he doesn't spend thousands of dollars on hair products and styling ... it was the result of a bottle of shampoo, and a certain terettes kind of hair flick.

It's mindful Monday ... everybody get out there and do a random deed for a stranger. I want to be able to help a friend today .. and because of timing I am not able... which doesn't mean that I'm opposed to helping any other day of the week, but today is the day that I wish to be of assistance. I will plan for next time...

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Laughed yesterday at work .. it was a unit clerk revolution. One small space, and three unit clerks. I wanted to be the Jimmy and shriek in his comical voice "what is going on here??" and throw my hands in the air. Instead the surgeon commented the fact that yesterday (being Saturday) there were two of us, and now today  (Sunday) there were three, he wanted to know what exactly kind of screw up that I was that warranted this much assistance. A BIG one.

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Must go find questions & jokes & other things that make the grey matter spit and sputter. Aren't I nice?

Bizarro lands

Right now we have eagles, crows, what appears to be ravens, and of course our unfriendly house dogs .. it's just like scavenger city has bombarded the fields surrounding us.

I feel like a birdbrain.

A serious birdbrain!

Ok ... come on

SOMEBODY has to help me.

Cause I can't help myself.

I have a job interview today.

I have had about ten billion chances to get out of it.

And I haven't.

Which I find HIGHLY strange.

Now I do not want the job.

I think it is just a formality ...cause I have about 20 zillion hours worth of seniority.

(My friend will debate that fact ... cause I just told her I had 10 billion hours; but for effect purposes here I have added a humongo number to generate the complete wowness factor of how long I have been at my current place of employment).

ANYWHOS ...

I still really wish to not go ... and it's merely because I will be forced to make a decision.

ALL OF WHICH I am not extremely fond of making.

Will post again at 2:00, or 14:00 for the 24 hour in you.

Just purchased my FIRST

GROUPON!!!

For a photography class!!

AM so excited.

NOW that is newsworthy!

The SON is rising.

No wait ...

The SUN is rising.

The SON never rises with the SUNrise.

That would be impossible.

That is an impossible feat.

SONrise & SUNrise should never be attempted inthe same sentence.

Or the same thought process.

However .. SONrise & SUNset seem to have something in common.

Not that I own a dracula or anything ... no .. we have a "Jimminator" here in these parts.

Happy day so far.

For the time being I have nothing.

I'm waiting for the top of the hour to begin so I can fine a place in the den, and look for some fine 0300 in the morning television. There is some right ... ?

All going well I will be able to view my recordings ... and find something there.

Earlier ...

The little fusspot is feeling a little under the fussiliscious self. It's almost like her cold has relapsed, or found itself in her inner ear .. or something... anyways she isn't up to her regular self. ALTHOUGH when I went out walking earlier ... she did enjoy the electric scooter ... but only for a short time ... but it was still cute to see her ride the thing!

The Jimmy worked on his Neil Diamond music. He's already having a hard time. As in hard time trying to figure out how he is going to divide up the vocals.... cause he wants to do them all. I have watched this character go from being the piano guy.. ( and playing everything that other people wanted him to play & asked him to play ...) to now walking in and commanding center stage .. with Neil Diamond. It is completely classic Jimmy.

I absolutely KNOW that the things that both my little characters have done  & are doing... I would never have accomplished in my schooling life. Neva Neva Neva I say. Even given the opportunities..... I still wouldn't have done it. Not sure where these attributes have come from in the two of them, but all I see is; it is definitely an asset to have the ability to put yourself out there, in front of your peers and show everybody what you are made of. That takes guts.

Interestingly enough ... Jimmy says to me yesterday ... "well .. it looks like I will have a good semester this year in English ... we DO NOT have to do speeches ... because you know how much I despise standing up in front of the class and talking ..." he says to me. That's right Jimmy ... cause YOU are ever so quiet in everything that you do .. and do not like the spotlike to shine upon you EVER. Whereas little Miss go-get-em girl floors me continuously with her gregarious but stealth like approach to all of her endeavours. She just shines. She just makes me smile. EXCEPT when she wont hand over her ipid when I want to play my angry birds. EXCEPT now I have ran out of levels on angry birds ... so I am not wanting to play it right now, and will probably have to revert back to bookworm.

Happy day ... ! or night ... ! whatever the pleasure to you is!

In other things that are not cold:

Me.

Not sure what the golden ticket has been .. but I am not cold.

It could be the extreme clothing fashion articles that I walk in which keeps the chilled weather from finding me .. of course maybe nothing wants to come near me in my exquisite finery.

Currently I resemble a christmas decoration. I am sporting a fluffy  red kangaroo jacket, and of course the lovely oompa vest to bring out the true fashion statement that I really am. If only I had pierced ears .. I would dangle some sparkly things from them. It gets better ... I also have on my running pants, which I walk in mostly, (or run up and down the stairs .. but not at my house .. cause that would get boring considering I only have two stairs ..), white socks .. and then to finish off the look, I am sporting my black loafer shoes that I have owned for about I don't know 6 or 10 years, which I am unable to replace... or at this moment unable to replace .. cause I can't find a replacement.

Last evening ... I decided to NOT go out. I was going to go .. and then thought .. will I wake up in the morning if I DON'T go .. and sure enough ... here I am ... ! What are the odds in that!

I did however make the effort to call my friend and ask if she wanted to go with me. I believe that due to the fact that I called right at dinner time might have been the reason she said no... and then I think she might have gagged or something ... (it might have been due to the lovely cold, and dark... but that's only a guess!) I don't normally call people to go with me ... cause this is something that I am able to do all by myself ...

I even plugged the little MP3 player back into it's location and told it that it wasn't going out for a good time either. Then I headed to the counter .. where a bottle of wine has been sitting since Christmas day ... added some ice to my favourite peach plastic outdoor wineglass and poured myself a glass. How is that for awesomeness. Two sips later ... and that was it for me .. I wasn't sure if I even liked the taste of the wine ... does wine go flat after being undone, and then recorked, and then sat on a counter for a month and a couple of days ..? SEE ... see how I have a drinking problem .. the VERY moment I wish to drink something ... it just doesn't work.

I made the husbandman open a bottle of red wine .. and then he poured me a really huge glass (the same peach wineglass) ... three swigs later .. and I was done with that ... I surely to GAWD have a drinking problem. I always knew it. ... and now it's reared it's ugly head.

Speaking of ugly heads .. holy crummolies that boy of mine is a wired-one. His current facebook picture is him in a ponytail, and some wicked looking look .. CAN'T wait for that profile to be changed.

In other Jimmy stories: this morning as we walked out the front door " Why thank you Hamilton .. that's awfully nice of you ... " he says to me, as I carried his small square bag that only holds enough equipment for a binder, a lunch, his pens maybe two textbooks.... which he BITTERLY complains about NONstop. This was said in reference to the little road trip a while back, when two of his friends carried his equipment for him .. as he tried to not projectile vomit all over the place ... so the jimmy could do his gig. ... I believe that my new name will become "Lady Hamilton-Oompa". I just know it.

So this is what I am thinking ... I have not engaged the top part of my tool bar to be really use friendly .. I am into big wide open spaces, where I can see all the information slammed at me ... and yet .. this tool bar has arrived .. and now I am thinking I might just keep it ... or at least find something that is relevent to my needs ... one thing is the weather thing ... I love the weather thing at my finger tips .. rather than a clicking mouse control away down the sidebar. Will have to think hard about thisone people ADVISE suggestions .. ?

In other things as important as tool bars .. have currently kept the laptop under complete wraps from the jimmy. It went out on repair last week, or two weeks ago ... and it has never made it back into his clutches. AND LOOK .. he's still alive .. the JIMMY is alive people. He has his little ipid that keeps him entertained, and he can even still manage to make it work for all of his jimmy needs.

In things that are important, and closing in on forgetfulness:

I picked the jimmy up the othernight from the missy's house. ( I say this like its a random occurance .. which it isn't ... ONE would think I am the only ONE with a drivers license in this homestead) anyways  He marched in the front door, disrobed his jimmy attire onto the livingroom carpet ... his jimmydean jacket, with direct reference to James Dean, and his red/black shirt with buttons like shirt thingy. ... and then played the piano for the next three hours. I KID YOU NOT. OK ... so I might be lying .. he did stand up a couple of times and played his guitar, and then sat there sometimes and played the guitar and piano at approximately the sametime, and then had to put it down, cause somehow it got in the way of his piano playing. It was a little music marathon. THIS is what I think ... that he spent a number of hours at the missy's house .. probably just doing whatever it is that they do, which I ask little about .. because REALLY do I REALLY want to know, without KNOWING.. but I still ask .. cause I'm the oompa-mumda and all .. but I am thinking that he eventually comes home form being cooped up in that environment and just needs to hear himself rattle away for a while. Which he did. To my BENEFIT. He managed to figure out how to play on the piano some WICKED classics... we are talking ... "Cracklin Rosie", "Sweet Caroline", "Forever in Bluejeans", "Holly Holy" .. "Song Sung Blue". It appears that the Jimmy is attracted to the lilt that our friend Neil has the ability to project from his voice. I know that for this weeks voice lesson he will march in, sit down at the piano and command for his vocal teacher to teach him how to perfect that "Neil sound" so he can replicate it.

I wish I had a memory card big enough to capture all the entertainment that goes down in this little 1365 square foot homestead .. WHICH I will tell you will not be growing in size any day soon ... however ... it will be drier this time next year... cause our roof is needing an overhaul. Which means that the front yard will be getting an overhaul, which means that I believe I will be doing a lot of digging in the months to come .. I am thinking. Unless of course I could find some people to come and dig with me .. and I might feed them .. and pay them to dig. I would ask the Jimmy to do such tasks ... but we would probably drown in our home with water pooling in it before the Jimmy would get the message. I know I could ask the Fuss to do such adventures .. but then I am thinking that the beautiful princess would fall into one of the trenches that she would have dug and break something .. although .. I am only a semi adventurer .. so I might just ask. I don't know .. the SIR has told me that we need to redo the drain tiles .. which is believable and all .. I am just not sure who the WE is. .. I believe that this should be left to people that wish to be gainfully employed for a day or two.

Must find jokes, NOW.

I forgot this ...

1. not sure what it was
2. still trying to remember
3. working on finding it
4. I know it was something
5. almost got it
6. maybe not
7. was it really that important
8. let me think about it
9. give me a moment
10. what was it I was saying?

More lushesness from the oompa

Now the thing is ... I do have a picture of me .. but it isn't so oompa-ish looking ... it's kinda blurry sort of .. a little bit. Now there is no good in presenting what an oompa really looks like .. if she is jst a little blurry ... just know that I am bright and green and colourful!

Oompa goes for a walk

No wait .. when doesn't she go for a walk ... but this is where I walked on Wednesday. I may not walk there again.. except on the road.