She's just happy... she has been fed....
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Smiling boy.
The laundryroom is a great place to smile... really it is...REALLY!
But then, so is a log
or even a rock... fortunately today, I was able to capture the 3 moments that the boy smiled.. on film...
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Sights for a Holiday Monday
What is this?
What is this?
A ha! A finished laundryroom... even the dog likes spending time in here. 
Monday, August 07, 2006
Dark and Hairy
Yes, I must say... that is the look I am sporting today. My new colour is very new... and DARK. I am hoping that another wash today will tone it down a notch, or 15...
In other things dark and hairy:
We saw one DARK and HAIRY bear cruising through the berry fields last night. Just one... padding along the open berry field roadway.
We had to then leave in an absolute scurry since the blond-but-not-so-bubbly PIP slammed her drink container into my drink holder thingy in the truck and broke it, which turned my personality all DARK and HAIRY. This was all due to the big DARK and HAIRY bee that insisted on zipping through our open windows and sunroof.
Once we were home my DARK and HAIRY personality settled, and then sent the PIP with her DARK and HAIRY personality to her room.... where she then manuevered her many DARK and HAIRY stuffed toys about on her bed, so she could enter it and stay there for the night. After a while, both or our D&H traits settled, and I tucked her into her bed, and everyone was happy.
Eventually the PIP came out of her room, and called to me in a very gentle voice... "Ma-ma, oh ma-ma.... you better come here... there is something very DARK and HAIRY on my wall, right next to my bed"... so we crept in as quiet as the racoons that had crept up the neighbours cherry tree.. and sure enough... a very big, very DARK and HAIRY spider had found the perfect spot on her wall, right next to her twenty million DARK and HAIRY stuffed things. I captured the offending DARK and HAIRY visitor, and set him free in the great outdoors where he could take his DARK and HAIRY self and roam in the grasses and DARK but not HAIRY corners of my garden.
EEEEKE!
In other things dark and hairy:
We saw one DARK and HAIRY bear cruising through the berry fields last night. Just one... padding along the open berry field roadway.
We had to then leave in an absolute scurry since the blond-but-not-so-bubbly PIP slammed her drink container into my drink holder thingy in the truck and broke it, which turned my personality all DARK and HAIRY. This was all due to the big DARK and HAIRY bee that insisted on zipping through our open windows and sunroof.
Once we were home my DARK and HAIRY personality settled, and then sent the PIP with her DARK and HAIRY personality to her room.... where she then manuevered her many DARK and HAIRY stuffed toys about on her bed, so she could enter it and stay there for the night. After a while, both or our D&H traits settled, and I tucked her into her bed, and everyone was happy.
Eventually the PIP came out of her room, and called to me in a very gentle voice... "Ma-ma, oh ma-ma.... you better come here... there is something very DARK and HAIRY on my wall, right next to my bed"... so we crept in as quiet as the racoons that had crept up the neighbours cherry tree.. and sure enough... a very big, very DARK and HAIRY spider had found the perfect spot on her wall, right next to her twenty million DARK and HAIRY stuffed things. I captured the offending DARK and HAIRY visitor, and set him free in the great outdoors where he could take his DARK and HAIRY self and roam in the grasses and DARK but not HAIRY corners of my garden.
EEEEKE!
Sunday, August 06, 2006
A step back... at least I think it is.
I found the battery that I bought for my Canon SLR FILM camera (ages ago), and luckily, I even found the film... that I bought ages ago. I am not entirely convinced to go back to film, although I do know that the pictures that I will capture will be a far better picture. On that thought.... I have been perusing the places where you go to look at cameras.. and have been looking at Canon Digital bodies... just because.
I am quite nervous about using my OLD camera once again.. only because now all of the screw ups that I will manage, will be on film, for me to have as a constant reminder that I will constantly be in a learning mode in trying to figure out how it all works. It seems quite simple in theory, but then when the camera has a brain of it's own... it's hard to keep my brainwaves connecting with it's brainwaves... I think I need that camera man instructor to walk me through SEVERAL attempts at using my little black wonder.
Alright.. in even less important....
I am colouring my fabulously already full colour spectrum head of hair at this very moment. On top of that I am trying a new colouring agent... hopefully I will have success that it actually stays the colour that I am trying to colour it.
In other things colourful:
Yesterday, the husbandman and I went to match our WHITE cabinets that we had bought from Home Depot. Now that was a painstaking process. We had to eventually settle on a colour that still wasn't quite the right white, but it was close enough to the so called white that the cabinets were sporting... Ralph Lauren paint was the best match available... we bought a pint.
In colourful garden works:
I worked for many hours yesterday in the back spot of our lawn. I clipped the Hydrangeas.. (which of course I did not consult any books as to the correct time of year to clip.. but yesterday seemed good enough for me)... and I pulled out the nasty and annoying creeping weed that gets purple flowers on it, which makes my grass disintegrate before my eyes. In fact, the grass was just plain disintegrating, and whenever I cut the lawn I was shrouded with a cloud burst full of dry dirt. So I loaded it up with some topsoil, and threw down a whole whack of grass seed. Now I just need to remember to water.
While I was back in the corner that looks like I had done nothing to it... I pulled out the many miles of creeping vines that now inhabit the area. I can say... there is no glory in Morning Glory.. none what so ever. There is still one bag of mulch chips to throw down, I bought 4 yesterday, when the magic number should have been 5. I think I will go and purchase a great number more of top soil... although I could dig up my compost... but that is for the ultra filling of my barrels.. so that black gold will have to wait before I non-chalantly dispense it throughout my lawn.
Accomplishments this week:
Me: NONE (that I will admit to)
Husbandman: ONE SPECTACULAR LAUNDRY ROOM.
It's absolutely incredible the transformation this room has taken.... all thanks to the king contractor husbandman.
Back to the hair colouring:
Does anyone remember me telling them the time that I put it on my head....??
I am quite nervous about using my OLD camera once again.. only because now all of the screw ups that I will manage, will be on film, for me to have as a constant reminder that I will constantly be in a learning mode in trying to figure out how it all works. It seems quite simple in theory, but then when the camera has a brain of it's own... it's hard to keep my brainwaves connecting with it's brainwaves... I think I need that camera man instructor to walk me through SEVERAL attempts at using my little black wonder.
Alright.. in even less important....
I am colouring my fabulously already full colour spectrum head of hair at this very moment. On top of that I am trying a new colouring agent... hopefully I will have success that it actually stays the colour that I am trying to colour it.
In other things colourful:
Yesterday, the husbandman and I went to match our WHITE cabinets that we had bought from Home Depot. Now that was a painstaking process. We had to eventually settle on a colour that still wasn't quite the right white, but it was close enough to the so called white that the cabinets were sporting... Ralph Lauren paint was the best match available... we bought a pint.
In colourful garden works:
I worked for many hours yesterday in the back spot of our lawn. I clipped the Hydrangeas.. (which of course I did not consult any books as to the correct time of year to clip.. but yesterday seemed good enough for me)... and I pulled out the nasty and annoying creeping weed that gets purple flowers on it, which makes my grass disintegrate before my eyes. In fact, the grass was just plain disintegrating, and whenever I cut the lawn I was shrouded with a cloud burst full of dry dirt. So I loaded it up with some topsoil, and threw down a whole whack of grass seed. Now I just need to remember to water.
While I was back in the corner that looks like I had done nothing to it... I pulled out the many miles of creeping vines that now inhabit the area. I can say... there is no glory in Morning Glory.. none what so ever. There is still one bag of mulch chips to throw down, I bought 4 yesterday, when the magic number should have been 5. I think I will go and purchase a great number more of top soil... although I could dig up my compost... but that is for the ultra filling of my barrels.. so that black gold will have to wait before I non-chalantly dispense it throughout my lawn.
Accomplishments this week:
Me: NONE (that I will admit to)
Husbandman: ONE SPECTACULAR LAUNDRY ROOM.
It's absolutely incredible the transformation this room has taken.... all thanks to the king contractor husbandman.
Back to the hair colouring:
Does anyone remember me telling them the time that I put it on my head....??
Friday, August 04, 2006
Permission slip please
That husbandman of mine.. he thinks he can just pack up and leave at any time he feels. Well he has another thing coming... ME! He paraded out of the house today with that boy of mine... and was gone for hours. I do not believe that he came to me with any form for "permission to be relieved of working for some time off". I do not believe such an item passed under my eyes, and was signed by my hand. Upon his return he had lost that wild look that he has been sporting for the past couple of weeks, and was now owning the ultimately shortest haircut I have ever seen him in. How about that... a week of holidays, and he believes that he can toodle off on a Friday morning without warning... well... tomorrow morning will be another world he will enter.... as I will be home to monitor his every move... and make sure that life stays on track, and I wont have to crack that whip.....
Unless of course he can come up with some sort of permission that has to be approved mind you.
He he he he ehhe he hehehhe
Beyond that... this house is sporting one of the loveliest laundryrooms around.... BELIEVE ME ON THAT ONE!
Unless of course he can come up with some sort of permission that has to be approved mind you.
He he he he ehhe he hehehhe
Beyond that... this house is sporting one of the loveliest laundryrooms around.... BELIEVE ME ON THAT ONE!
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Monday, July 31, 2006
Now what....
There is nothing like having the E.R.T. (boys in black) to be positioned in your neighbourhood to make you feel really safe. Especially when they bring in their helipcopter, and it flies overhead for about an hour or so. Yes, it's a special feeling to live in a place where you feel it is safe to let your children out to play, without some loser crackhead to be out wondering the streets, only to return to his whole and barricade himself there, then have the boys in black come and swarm him.
In other things special all about the husbandman:.....
The husbandman has this week off on holidays. He informed me of that fact last night. I believe that I was informed on that fact some time ago, although I can't exactly trace the moment the facts were spilled to me, and then lost.
The husbandman is currently grouting the new tile floor. He never wants to be a grouter guy... ever.
The husbandman may currently be in my badbooks of husbandry. He has kind of slightly informed me that he may not be doing the kitchen reno as he had hoped. I think he may just be getting to see how far my hair can stand up on the top of my head... so far, I am feeling pretty staticky.
The husbandman went to the dump today, he took the boy with him. He woke the boy up, and gave him five minutes notice. "Wake up, get dressed, you are coming to the dump with me".. I believe is what he said to the sleepy eyes Hamsterson. We need to work on the husbandmans timing, and speaking skills.... but for the moment, he is on holidays... and while on holidays.. he must work, work, work.
In other things that are of interest to me only...
I went to the library today, and took out the book that I have been waiting forever for.... and now I must go and disappear... and read my next adventure.
In other things special all about the husbandman:.....
The husbandman has this week off on holidays. He informed me of that fact last night. I believe that I was informed on that fact some time ago, although I can't exactly trace the moment the facts were spilled to me, and then lost.
The husbandman is currently grouting the new tile floor. He never wants to be a grouter guy... ever.
The husbandman may currently be in my badbooks of husbandry. He has kind of slightly informed me that he may not be doing the kitchen reno as he had hoped. I think he may just be getting to see how far my hair can stand up on the top of my head... so far, I am feeling pretty staticky.
The husbandman went to the dump today, he took the boy with him. He woke the boy up, and gave him five minutes notice. "Wake up, get dressed, you are coming to the dump with me".. I believe is what he said to the sleepy eyes Hamsterson. We need to work on the husbandmans timing, and speaking skills.... but for the moment, he is on holidays... and while on holidays.. he must work, work, work.
In other things that are of interest to me only...
I went to the library today, and took out the book that I have been waiting forever for.... and now I must go and disappear... and read my next adventure.
We'be been skunked!
The girl and I headed out for our favourite late evening summer past time last night. We found the perfect viewing spot for watching our blueberry loving black furry friends popping out from their forest of tranquility. WE waited and we waited.... there were rows of blueberries awaiting their silent arrival, but it would have to wait for another time.... the only thing that popped out of the forest last night was... you guessed it... a skunk. It's no wonder our furry guys in black remained in hiding.... nobody likes to be skunked!
I am not entirely sure what is that I expected out of this, other than what the title states. Something out of the normal for me... a mystery thriller. I was intrigued up until I started hitting myself on the head with the book because of the characters blatant stupidity. None the less, I enjoyed the book due to the fact that it was different than my regular reads... but now my head kind of aches.. so I better change it up a bit from here on out.Saturday, July 29, 2006
Dangerously Quiet!!!
That is me. The fingertips have been silent, although I haven't been silent. Mind you ... I have been organizing numbers from one to nine, and other junk... and doing book reading things.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Amongst a large assortment of lifey details that got accomplished today... I also read this book; believe it or not. Mind you, compared to the latest reads this didn't take a huge thought process to plough through, but rather a good grasp of words stuck to a page, and no slight on the author either... a fluff book that is good to re-engage a lost reader... Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
Thursday, July 20, 2006
CRACK!
I have to love that PIP of mine. She is one tough cracker....
The other day she showed me the inside of her mouth. Well, that is once I got her eyeballs to stop rolling into the back of her head, and opened her mouth at an angle that I could actually see into. She was trying to show me the stubborn tooth that would not come out, but now had decided that it was going to be little bit wiggly. Much to my wierdness, there was her other tooth, creeping up from depths of her jaw, and beginning to protrude SIDEWAYS. OH, freakmagnets, I kind of had a little spaz. Only a little spaz mind you... all because I have been watching her teeth carefully, and they have all managed to find enough space in her face that would lend her a healthy and straight smile... much to my relief. But then I saw the tooth. RATS! So I told her that she just needed to get that very much anchored tooth out of her head.. and she set to the task. For two days she worked at wiggling that thing whenever I mentioned it. She even took supplies to her camp, just in case it popped out while away from home. The silent husbandman and I were out on the patio when we heard this yell "OW!!" from within the home. The PIP walks to the new laundry room door and shows us her handfulls of tissues.. "have a look at all this blood... just look at it all" she says, and then walks down the steps to show me her new kind of empty space in her mouth... " and the blood just keeps on pouring out" she says, as she stuffs another wad of paper towel in her mouth... she turns to walk back up the steps and through the laundry door, but stops.. "and you know the worst part, is when it made the cracking sound when I pulled it out"... and she walks back in the house to find her newest lost tooth a home for the night, before the tooth fairy arrived.
The next morning I ransacked the silent husbandman jeans... and gave her five bucks for her handywork, plus another five bucks for the tooth that she lost a couple weeks ago, but the tooth fairy kept managing to forget to arrive..
CRACK!
The other day she showed me the inside of her mouth. Well, that is once I got her eyeballs to stop rolling into the back of her head, and opened her mouth at an angle that I could actually see into. She was trying to show me the stubborn tooth that would not come out, but now had decided that it was going to be little bit wiggly. Much to my wierdness, there was her other tooth, creeping up from depths of her jaw, and beginning to protrude SIDEWAYS. OH, freakmagnets, I kind of had a little spaz. Only a little spaz mind you... all because I have been watching her teeth carefully, and they have all managed to find enough space in her face that would lend her a healthy and straight smile... much to my relief. But then I saw the tooth. RATS! So I told her that she just needed to get that very much anchored tooth out of her head.. and she set to the task. For two days she worked at wiggling that thing whenever I mentioned it. She even took supplies to her camp, just in case it popped out while away from home. The silent husbandman and I were out on the patio when we heard this yell "OW!!" from within the home. The PIP walks to the new laundry room door and shows us her handfulls of tissues.. "have a look at all this blood... just look at it all" she says, and then walks down the steps to show me her new kind of empty space in her mouth... " and the blood just keeps on pouring out" she says, as she stuffs another wad of paper towel in her mouth... she turns to walk back up the steps and through the laundry door, but stops.. "and you know the worst part, is when it made the cracking sound when I pulled it out"... and she walks back in the house to find her newest lost tooth a home for the night, before the tooth fairy arrived.
The next morning I ransacked the silent husbandman jeans... and gave her five bucks for her handywork, plus another five bucks for the tooth that she lost a couple weeks ago, but the tooth fairy kept managing to forget to arrive..
CRACK!
Airmile Junkie
My stalker sister turned airmile junkie turned up on my doorstep in the early evening yesterday. The bonus airmiles coupons had arrived in the local paper which meant it was time to visit the expensive grocery store, and collect our miles. I have one problem though.. I am cheap. What a shock that is. I like to collect the one hundred bonus airmiles when I spend one hundred dollars. It keeps it simple for me, and, I do not feel that I am handing over a chunk of my plastic ( I pay with my airmile mastercard ), and spending that extra arm I do not have.. and how odd is that!? I did manage to collect on some bonus airmiles on some food items that I will use, but that is looking far into the future, when the rainy season hits.... although I could probably try and cook the extra food I have with the temperatures that are going to hit this weekend. Being an airmile junkie has paid off, I did manage to collect an extra 125 miles above my coupon airmiles, and see other airmile junkies at the check out... HI LUJZA!!
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Midweek Madness!
Complete madness I say... as the husbandman pointed out to me this morning. He asked me what I was going to do with my day, and I told him that it needed to be top secret, even I wasn't going to find out until the time. In actuality I have been having a slight holiday this week, due to the lovely and TIRED chicklets that are attending their day camp. As luck would have it, the stalker sister also has this week off, and her two chicklets are attending the same daycamp... HOW ODD IS THAT!
In other things crazed....
We skipped over to my long time friends house the other day, and visited her family for the day. What an adventure... many tall children (and some almost not children, but young adults actually) lingered about, swam in the pool, or attempted to swim... (the bathing suits were applied but not used). It was a great day... I even heard the husbandman speak as well. He even ventured to be chatty amongst the friends. I probably should have brought a voice recorder. I turned truely impressed when my long time friend started up the BBQ, although I believe this to be wrong.. ((as the king usually does BBQing kingly things with it... and I just hunt and gather for the Kingly BBQing adventures))... I noticed her skill in lighting the BBQ, something that I never try and attempt, because why would I ... the King does it. I like that King. Anyways.. my friend and her purple skewered chicken, and additional protein sources like hamburgers and hotdogs (for the colour challenged... AKA Hamerston) were added to the great BBQing extravaganza. I stood back in awe... well, plus the fact that my friend had everything EVERYTHING done. I will have to learn her secrets... or not. In fact, I watched her style, and wish not to duplicate it... as that would make it challenging when the King likes to do everything...so why get in his way and complicate matters.... see, that's what I like simple solutions to lifes little trifles...
In other things ....
We did a quartet scrapping adventure last evening. It was a good evening... everybody accomplished great feats with their paper crafts, and went away with another page to add to the scrapbooks. Although I am believing that we will have to add some cash to the red wine fund & call it the "drink & scrap till you drop slush fund". That might be an idea.
Off I go... on the secret adventure of the day... I don't even know what I am doing yet...
In other things crazed....
We skipped over to my long time friends house the other day, and visited her family for the day. What an adventure... many tall children (and some almost not children, but young adults actually) lingered about, swam in the pool, or attempted to swim... (the bathing suits were applied but not used). It was a great day... I even heard the husbandman speak as well. He even ventured to be chatty amongst the friends. I probably should have brought a voice recorder. I turned truely impressed when my long time friend started up the BBQ, although I believe this to be wrong.. ((as the king usually does BBQing kingly things with it... and I just hunt and gather for the Kingly BBQing adventures))... I noticed her skill in lighting the BBQ, something that I never try and attempt, because why would I ... the King does it. I like that King. Anyways.. my friend and her purple skewered chicken, and additional protein sources like hamburgers and hotdogs (for the colour challenged... AKA Hamerston) were added to the great BBQing extravaganza. I stood back in awe... well, plus the fact that my friend had everything EVERYTHING done. I will have to learn her secrets... or not. In fact, I watched her style, and wish not to duplicate it... as that would make it challenging when the King likes to do everything...so why get in his way and complicate matters.... see, that's what I like simple solutions to lifes little trifles...
In other things ....
We did a quartet scrapping adventure last evening. It was a good evening... everybody accomplished great feats with their paper crafts, and went away with another page to add to the scrapbooks. Although I am believing that we will have to add some cash to the red wine fund & call it the "drink & scrap till you drop slush fund". That might be an idea.
Off I go... on the secret adventure of the day... I don't even know what I am doing yet...
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Sunday, July 16, 2006
A dab of honey
It's Sunday morning.. and I am not at work. It has been very pleasant... just the thoughts of being at home, rather than at work, where people are workish.. of course...
I have now drank a second cup of Earl Grey tea with a dab of honey, and a splash of milk.. to round out the morning. Although, I am unable to do the Sunday morning Soduko as it arrives on our doorstep with five stars, which make that an impossibility for me.. I will have to search out my trusty side book that I keep in my bag.
Now, there is nothing finer to a Sunday morning at home without a lovely breakfast to come my way. This mornings fare has come freshly reheated from the microwave, piping hot. I believe that it has a genuine place next to a lovely cup of Earl, with it's dab of honey... yes it does.
Spaghetti Squash.
I kid you not.. happy Sundaying.
I have now drank a second cup of Earl Grey tea with a dab of honey, and a splash of milk.. to round out the morning. Although, I am unable to do the Sunday morning Soduko as it arrives on our doorstep with five stars, which make that an impossibility for me.. I will have to search out my trusty side book that I keep in my bag.
Now, there is nothing finer to a Sunday morning at home without a lovely breakfast to come my way. This mornings fare has come freshly reheated from the microwave, piping hot. I believe that it has a genuine place next to a lovely cup of Earl, with it's dab of honey... yes it does.
Spaghetti Squash.
I kid you not.. happy Sundaying.
The dragon that came to light...
The other day on very short notice, the boy called up his friends an invited them out to a movie. There's nothing like a delayed birthday gathering of friends... only a mere 7 months later. It was the perfect day to see a movie, since it was drizzling out, and the outdoor pools would be closed, because we can't have the patrons heads getting wet while they bob in the pool. More importantly, they can't have the lifeguards getting wet as they sit and watch munchkins float about in the inclement weather... because those big umbrellas that they sit under, only come out in the middle of August, when the now wonderfully tanned lifeguards are sick of the sun.. but the umbrellas can not be used when it's raining, no way, no how. But of course, that is not what this story is about.
Away we go, down the highway to the movie theatre. We arrived a bit early so we could saunter across the parking lot to TIM HORTON'S, where I could buy myself a lovely cup of bresh brewed coffee, and have real cream in it.. ( I have been forgetting to buy cream.. which disables the coffee feature in the homestead )... I also bought the group of gangbusters a donut each, where we then sang the boy happy birthday.. because you can only sing happy birthday wishes with something gooey in front of you.. well, that's my rule in life!
I buy the tickets, and spend a fortune, and then we make our way to the drink and popcorn counter.... where I spend another fortune. Actually the fortunes were just about equal. We give the tickets to the guy that takes tickets.. where he points to my small cup of coffee and tells me that I can not take that into the theatre. I then point to the four others sporting large drinks and large popcorn bags and my one popcorn bag then say to him.. I have just spent eighty dollars in your movie theatre, and half of that was on popcorn and drinks, would you mind letting me sit and finish drinking my coffee in the theatre where I can smack myself and wonder what kind of idiot I am.. I think I would like that very much. He told me that was fine, and to go ahead. I think I might have scared him.
Away we go, down the highway to the movie theatre. We arrived a bit early so we could saunter across the parking lot to TIM HORTON'S, where I could buy myself a lovely cup of bresh brewed coffee, and have real cream in it.. ( I have been forgetting to buy cream.. which disables the coffee feature in the homestead )... I also bought the group of gangbusters a donut each, where we then sang the boy happy birthday.. because you can only sing happy birthday wishes with something gooey in front of you.. well, that's my rule in life!
I buy the tickets, and spend a fortune, and then we make our way to the drink and popcorn counter.... where I spend another fortune. Actually the fortunes were just about equal. We give the tickets to the guy that takes tickets.. where he points to my small cup of coffee and tells me that I can not take that into the theatre. I then point to the four others sporting large drinks and large popcorn bags and my one popcorn bag then say to him.. I have just spent eighty dollars in your movie theatre, and half of that was on popcorn and drinks, would you mind letting me sit and finish drinking my coffee in the theatre where I can smack myself and wonder what kind of idiot I am.. I think I would like that very much. He told me that was fine, and to go ahead. I think I might have scared him.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Oh! what do we have here...
There are such things that are called kitchen tables. We own one, although you wouldn't know it, well, except if you were here on Tuesday between the hours of 0900 and 10:15.. I think I saw the surface of it that day. Ever since then, something has happened:
The Pip has opened up for business.
Right in the smack dab centre of the kitchen table. She doesn't believe that a kitchen table can serve a purpose of remaining clear and free from clutter, especially when it's her clutter.
In inquired as to how come she couldn't open up her business in her very own room, where she actually has her very own desk.. that would long to be utilized in opening up a business. She said it already has it's own business, it's busy being messy. Enough said.
So this is what I have had to live with ... while we are at home and not busy being at the swimming pool... which I might say to all my laughing friends out there....HA!... this idea is working out great.... they swim until they sink, then I go get them... and then they are happy that I have saved them from the deep waters of Centenniel Pool, and they come home all quiet and lovely.. so scoff as you will... I am waiting to see just how much chlorine children can absorb before "things" start to happen to them..... because gills can just be stitched up again!
Anyways.. back to the PIP's new business.
She has now confiscated the kitchen table, and has filled, arranged and littered it with anything "officey" she can get her hands on... ( she even tried to sneak the stapler to the movie theatre the other day.. just in case she had to do some STAT stapling while we were watching the movie). OH brother.. and the best part... she has an answering service that she just presses a button, and a message plays, in some far off New York accent. "This is Mr.Kinkel's office, how may I direct you call?" Then of course, she has her "play" cell phone that rings off the hook AND non stop ( she has two lines going at all times)... (because it is a stand in for the other old phone we used to own). I have a rainbow of post-it's strewn across the table with encrypted messages that she can only decipher, and if we are not careful we crash into while she 'goes mobile'. She has managed to buck the boss for an extended lunch hour, which she then gets her HUGE teddy bear to sit in her spot... (A.K.A. "BEARLY there temp agencies"), which takes her calls while she is out for lunch, which at that point her cell phone is with her, and she continously presses the button to make it ring.
For an added bit of business for her... I have tossled up her desk, permanently borrowed things and knock over her files... just to make it feel real enough for her for tomorrow morning...
Mr. Kinkel is not going to be happy...
The Pip has opened up for business.
Right in the smack dab centre of the kitchen table. She doesn't believe that a kitchen table can serve a purpose of remaining clear and free from clutter, especially when it's her clutter.
In inquired as to how come she couldn't open up her business in her very own room, where she actually has her very own desk.. that would long to be utilized in opening up a business. She said it already has it's own business, it's busy being messy. Enough said.
So this is what I have had to live with ... while we are at home and not busy being at the swimming pool... which I might say to all my laughing friends out there....HA!... this idea is working out great.... they swim until they sink, then I go get them... and then they are happy that I have saved them from the deep waters of Centenniel Pool, and they come home all quiet and lovely.. so scoff as you will... I am waiting to see just how much chlorine children can absorb before "things" start to happen to them..... because gills can just be stitched up again!
Anyways.. back to the PIP's new business.
She has now confiscated the kitchen table, and has filled, arranged and littered it with anything "officey" she can get her hands on... ( she even tried to sneak the stapler to the movie theatre the other day.. just in case she had to do some STAT stapling while we were watching the movie). OH brother.. and the best part... she has an answering service that she just presses a button, and a message plays, in some far off New York accent. "This is Mr.Kinkel's office, how may I direct you call?" Then of course, she has her "play" cell phone that rings off the hook AND non stop ( she has two lines going at all times)... (because it is a stand in for the other old phone we used to own). I have a rainbow of post-it's strewn across the table with encrypted messages that she can only decipher, and if we are not careful we crash into while she 'goes mobile'. She has managed to buck the boss for an extended lunch hour, which she then gets her HUGE teddy bear to sit in her spot... (A.K.A. "BEARLY there temp agencies"), which takes her calls while she is out for lunch, which at that point her cell phone is with her, and she continously presses the button to make it ring.
For an added bit of business for her... I have tossled up her desk, permanently borrowed things and knock over her files... just to make it feel real enough for her for tomorrow morning...
Mr. Kinkel is not going to be happy...
It's Poison alright...
The Poisonwood Bible, by Barbara Kingsolver.649 pages, and I am none the wiser, or far too shallow to absorb.
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