Monday, June 11, 2007

Saturated!


Gee, how odd... I was down at the dike, walking along... and I took this picture. In an effort to make it look an ounce exciting I changed the saturation of it. I can't believe how you can peer down onto the docks, rather than look straight across.. as I used to... I have a photo somewhere...


I am excited about the contrast in colours and age of this building. It's kind of a cute rickety little old building with the updates of a satellite dish. I am not able to take a complete picture of this place as it is obscured by bushes.
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Sunday, June 10, 2007

Picture this....


So there I was the other day... traveling along side this emerald forest.. when I heard the subtle movements of brush and ferns.. and what did I spy.. but two black bears rustling about. I love this space, but then.. when you are a completely boring person such as myself, I can see why this would excite me....
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Remember Harriet & Harold...?


Here they are wondering aimlessly again...
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Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Meet Miss Pip Messylocks


She was sitting outback playing Polly Pockets when I captured her messy self!
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The dike report...



Here is the swelling Pitt River. The water has seeped up into the basin in the foreground as it slowly rises. There is still a fair distance to go before the water makes it to the top of the dike. Time will tell whether or not I start chucking things in plastic bags and store them in my attic!
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Well... I am going to have to go it alone!

The stalker is normally around... she is busy hunting me down, and asking me what I am up to. She always finds me...

AND NOW TODAY....

I am wanting to go to Tim Hortons... and get myself a cup of coffee and a tasty breakfast sandwich, and the stalker is nowhere to be found! The nerve of the stalker, maybe she isn't the stalker that I make her out to be.

I could call my friend that lives out in Maple Ridge.... I know she would have a Tim Hortons coffee and a breakfast sandwich... maybe even two!

photo boy

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Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Furrowing the brows

I believe that I am starting to get concerned....

I am not totally convinced I am concerned, but I believe I am well on my way to being concerned.

The dike is slowly rising down at the end of the road, and the weather people and water people are predicting that the waters will rise to seven meters by Sunday.

I have no ideas what my plans are.... so I start to move things, or do I just remain stupidly optimistic that the water will not reach our front door this year....

Monday, June 04, 2007

Can you believe this...


This crazy little dog is only happy when she is tied up to the tree. Yes, she runs to her rope, and then to the tree, where we tie the rope to the tree, and then attach the rope to her. She is wierd... we have no answers to her bizarre behaviour.
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Front yard frenzie...


Here's that fence that I was talking about... which the husbandman had nothing to do with! All of this dirt is where overgrown bushes and plants once sat.. it is now being covered with a layer of GREEN!


This is what our ugly front door looked like, but now it's even uglier.. now it has nothing impeding the way to the front steps!
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Saturday, June 02, 2007

The worst parade happening here...


Pip's Island...


I love these guys...especially the one at the front holding the big stick!


Can't you just see the intensity permeating from the "Mitchinator", he isn't just watching these cars cruise past, he is studying every detail.
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Friday, June 01, 2007

Slightly accomplished...

I have been muddling through this yard work for weeks now. I am not done. I am not certain what is taking me so long... or wait... could it be the fact that I have quite a bit to do, and still do?

That might be it.

In other tales of uselessness:

I cut the grass yesterday.... I ventured along to get the newly borrowed lawn mower started. I managed... I liked it even more since I didn't have to put gas in it. I can't stand doing the gas thing. You know; trivial things like the red gas tank thing is filled to complete heaviness, and I can never get the gas cap off, or on, and then there's the spillage factor, which means that I drive the lawnmower somewhere it wont spill on the lawn and create big huge burnt gas patches.

I washed windows... everything was looking really good, until the sun set. SHIT, the smudges almost BURNED my eyes when they sat blazened on the windows. Well.... I have come up with a plan, I will only look out the windows in the morning, and afternoon, and not in the evening when the sun is setting. Everything looks good until then. I am a mastermind!

The front yard grass is growing. Mind you.. the front yard still looks kind of really boring.. so I will have to come up with a prettying up plan... and quick. BUT.... I have to say the "killer" ant banquet that has been provided free of charge over the last two weeks has done a marvelous job at eliminating my little NON friends!

I am off to buy dirt, bags of dirt, they also go with my bags of mushroom manure!

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

New boy alert.. new boy alert....

That boy of mine changed today.

BIG TIME!

The braces came off, a faux hawk was replaced by the LONG obnoxious looking hair, and... we bought him some SKATE shoes.. instead of runners.

I wont know who to wave at today when he comes sauntering along from school this afternoon.

In other things....

While I was waiting for the transformation to happen earlier to that boy of mine, I wondered over to the public library. It was an interesting feeling to sit at a chair, sip some coffee... ( yes, I realize I quit drinking coffee.... ) and read a gardening magazine. I was most impressed with myself!

But as I was walking back to the orthodontist office I was confused as to my maneuvers along the side walk... I was not certain if I was conducting myself accordingly. The issue here folks is the fact that ants line the sidewalks of the places of my "footfalls" ( I love that term...), anyways... in my home land (meaning my house) I am the resident ant annihilator, and yet when I was out walking I wished to spare the little lives of the cement sidewalk ants. AND this confused me people.. it really did. Should I just continue in my evil ways and kill the ants that cross my paths, or should I have mercy for them, as I have killed off their cousins in great masses. As I kind hearted soul that I am... I tried not stepping on the ants along my path. However, upon returning home.. I topped of the killer ant banquet in the tops of the water bottle lids to ensure continued successes with my current ant situation.

The day to day issues....

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Transiberian Orchestra

It's going to be a hot one our here today.. and what song am I listening to... something that reminds me of winter, with a hardrock attached to it.

In other things that should be summery.... I must go water my GRASS! It is very exciting to note that the grass is finally growing..now I must wait for my other HUGE section of new seeded grass to start.... that will make the front of the very boring house look a little better.

In ant news... I think we may be on to something here with the killer ant banquet. I hope worlds don't collide as we rid ourselves from probably the largest nest (including satellites) in all of little PoCo... although it's not so little from council meeting of 58,000 people living here. That may the amount of ants that I have destroyed in the last week. Feelings of guilt... ZERO!

On that note... I will listen to a little BB King with U2.... "when love comes to town"..... and migrate to the front yard with my hose...

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Hello Internet...

Yes Hi, can you send me a good joke please?

I have "the group" tomorrow... and I do not have any material. The sources have all but dried up, and I am left desperately looking at prunes like they are suddenly deliciously funny.

In other boring news that the world should know:

I was highly crazy at work this weekend... I especially liked it when I said to one woman:...

"In the time it has taken you to complain about gowning and gloving and picking up the isolation tray from the VRE room, you could have already had the job done, maybe you can do it now for me instead..."

She didn't speak to me for the rest of the afternoon.. (if I had only known it was this easy).

Included in the days highly crazy events:

I took a rickety old cloth cushioned and probably a sickly polluted chair out of an office today, and hid it downstairs in the basement at the hospital. It probably sounds like I have some psychotic issues.. which I more than likely do, but am not dealing with... but of course more importantly I was very sicked out with the "oldness" of this disgusting chair and all the bugs living in it. I am hoping that it is hidden away enough for people just to push it into some bin that takes things away to places where the bugs are worse than what is more than likely inhabiting it.

AND just incase my coworkers were really wondering if I had a problem....

My opposite person that I do not work with, but claims that I am highly weird all the same will have a "paper supplies" order dropped on her desk this week. She claims that I have issues with pens, and the fact that we need lots of them... to confirm her suspicions I ordered another 25 boxes....all for next week... when I will do it all over again.... just to keep her head shaking.

Well... now I must go to bed and wonder if my laughter yoga man is really going to show up tomorrow or not...

The PIP and I pee our pants.

Well chickster Pipster and myself headed down to the favourite place in the world for us. BEAR central... except there were no bears. RATS!

So that Pip and I were driving out of our most favourite place in the world when we spotted a pair of mallard ducks, we slowly crept up behind them,....as they were waddling along chit chatting to one another, both of them debating which was the best way to go.... I think it went something like this:

*** I translated for the PIP as we drove along watching them in a lovely contorted voice***

"Harold, follow me here.. this is the way we should go" Harriet says.

"Harriet dear, you are wrong, if you just follow me this way, this is the way we should go" says Harold.

"Harold, you are wrong, just waddle this way, I know the way, you know I know the way" Harriet continues.

"Harriet you are not the boss, just follow me ok Harriet" Harold pleads.

waddle waddle waddle.......................

"HAROLD! FLY HAROLD FLY" Harriet screeches as they take flight in front of the Indigo Blue Mazda5.
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Now oddly enough, that PIP and I were in hysterics of laughter over what had just transpired in front of us. I believe it was a "had to be there" moment... but I was glad that I was with the PIP to enjoy it. This is what childhood memories are made of.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

feeding the birds.

I have spread grass seed all over the front lawn. I am sure that I am just a bird feeder now, when all I really wish for is a lush green lawn, with a couple hundred weeds thrown in for good measure.

I went back to the Home Depot to gather up more bags of mushroom manure. I just love that stuff!

My sister is completely disgusted with my garden. She and the Pip are in agreement with it's ugliness.... I maintain that it will soon be something to envied... kind of sort of.. maybe. One day, in the future, just not today.

I must go... I have to beat the birds in the morning, so that I have some grass seed left to grow grass.

Who's bricks are these?

There are some flat bricks sitting on a stump outside on our neighbours front lawn. I am wondering why there are there.... and so much so, that I am going to find out why they are there... because I want them! If I see the cranky lady that lives there I am going to ask her... I am going to get the courage to talk to her.. as she is fairly cranky looking all the time. I know I have my pissy cranky moments, and scare people some of the time... but this woman has the cake topper with the "all" the time award. I wont mention that to her when I ask her for the bricks mind you.

In other things that have put a smile on my face:

I was quite thrilled that Jordin Sparks won the American Idol award. I am not really sure what that means to win that, as the only other American Idol that I have ever watched was with Rubin Studdard, and last night was the first time I have ever seen him since the AI title.I have to say the duet that himself and Jordin did was brilliant! Maybe that will be his come back song, or not. Anyways... I am glad that the 17 year old very poised young lady won.

And bigger smiles:

I think the boy has the art of going to school down to fine science. He can manage to throw himself together, including showering and combing his hair all on his own, but not including making himself a lunch or a banana milkshake, BUT.. has mastered the art of leaving before 08:00 AM. We have four weeks of school left. If I can only get him to remember this skill come September. Maybe I will take a picture of him, and time stamp it... that way I will have proof that he is capable come the long winter months.

Grinning:

The ants are still partying it up with the "bait". Yes, it should scare me that there are that many ants that are still partaking in the banquet of death.

Reality check:

8:13.... the Pipster has not risen. This slumber party has now ended.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Pip is petrified.

The Pip came home just a bit earlier, and claimed that she is completely scared. She looked at the front yard, and the "new" front garden bed. She said that "this can't be it!" I gave her the bad news, "it" is "it!". I am most pleased with my NEW minuscule front garden. It is lovely and plain, and eventually when the husbandman does the big job on the front yard, we will change it a bit.. but for now... it is small, and unassuming.

Pip will have to remain petrified... Poor Pip.

In other things poor.....

I planted the lovely ant killing concoction out front today.. they had a banquet larger than the stars. I think I have a real ant problem, including the rest of this neighbourhood.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

It's official!

I now live in a matchbox.

The husbandman finished driving around the front yard and ripped out the shrubs yesterday. I now have a clean pallet to work with, and it's clean all right! Especially when you own a little white matchbox house that goes with that clean pallet.

I haven't got any plans for the front yard at the moment. I believe that I am dreaming up some ideas in my head, but for now, they are only in my head. I need to replant some greenery in the front as it is rather abysmal looking at the moment.. but good things will come, I am sure!

The King has told me of his plans that he wishes for the front of the home, but that will have to wait until next year, as this year he is slated for constant kitchen duty, beyond the cleaning and cooking kind.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

the long long weekend

It is an exciting event, the long weekend that is.

We have absolutely no plans, no expectations, no places to be, and no commitments to behold. What a pleasant notion!

There's groceries in the cupboards, the laundry is ALL done, the aged and ugly kitchen is clean, the lawns are mowed, the car is washed, even the PIP's room is in some semblance of order. I know I have loads of work still waiting for me, including a green waste run, and a dump run, but something even more important....

I will share a very exciting secret though..... brace yourself.

The husbandman is going to pull out the rest of the bushes from the front yard. OK, you can breathe now. This sudden excitement is all news to me.. as he announced it just moments ago.

I will go and take a before and after picture before he begins. I like this guy... as he was the one that wanted absoutely nothing to do with the front yard renovation thing. I guess that doesn't include the fence he built, then painted, and the three fence planters that he bought me for Mother's Day, when I asked him to buy nothing. He is so helpful at this "wanting nothing to do with the front yard reno thing".

Friday, May 18, 2007

The Elpster

The silly and crazy catdog made me laugh once again this morning.

If her life isn't exactly on schedule, or what she perceives as being on a schedule, her life for the day is ruined.

This happened to her last Friday when the husbandman and I just happened to be home together, at the same time, well at least for a while. She sensed something wasn't quite right, as the husbandman didn't pack up his glass belt, take his wallet, and his phone, put on his working shoes and leave for the day. That was it. She was a mess. She wouldn't eat her 0700 food preparation of the same kibble that she has eaten since last year. He shook both her paws as he had to call her from around the corner where she hides when you fill her bowl, which is once again, part of her routine. He gave her fresh water, as we always do when we feed her. NOPE, that wasn't good enough. There were two adults in the home at the same time, which to her was the wrong time. Finally by 4:06 in the afternoon she ate her breakfast. Exactly 54 minutes later she started her dinnertime frantics, and that would be to march around the house to attract some attention so that someone would look at the clock and realize that it was 5:00, and she was starving. I fed her at 5:00, which she promptly ate, and from that point was finally settled for the day.

This dog doesn't do "wrenches" in her day. It throws her for too big of a loop, and sends her into doggy hysteria.

As I was making the boys lunch this morning I was busily asking her that if I wasn't around for the day to make the boys lunch, that she would know exactly what to do. She sits and intently watches as I butter & mayo three slice of brown bread, then I carefully add the cheese, the ham and then the lettuce. The tip of her tail starts to wag furiously when the cheese and ham are unwrapped. I like the fact that she is quite polite about waiting for her bits and bites to come her way, she knows once she has had her cheese that treat time is over, and for one last horrah she pokes her faces in the fridge and just stands there not touching anything, taking in the sights and smells as her tail gently wags.

I did throw a wrench in her day when I decided to leave the sliding glass door open, so she could wonder around outside and be free. I couldn't believe it when I returned from taking the girl to school, that in fact the couch loving Elspter was still in the great big outdoors. I guess I should be wary of the skunk that is roaming around these parts, so I am living life on the dangerous side.

I am heading outdoors now. I must continue with my front yard reno. I have about three wheelbarrels full of excess dirt that I need to move around the yard. I guess the grass will be getting a dirt reno today, on top of a garden reno. I have to make some big gains today as the weather is about to stop cooperating with me and is supposed to be "maybe kinda sort of" rainy over the weekend. Normally I wouldn't care... but this weekend I am off.

I will quietly leave here and go and get the rope for the front yard.. where I wil tie our crazy Elspter to. She doesn't mind being tied to a tree, at least that way she can see out front, and doesn't have to freak out that she is in the backyard while I am in the front. She doesn panic the very second that I say "I will be right back, so don't go anywhere..." ( like she has a choice being tied to the pretty coloured leafed japanese plum tree that I dislike at all other times of the year, including the fall because the leaves are chincy and are hard to rake. ( I noticed tons of ants climbing it yesterday... perhaps they will eat it from the inside out, and my worries will be over!) But should this happen, and I get a replacement... they better look out if there are any attempts at a takeover... the rules will have changed by then.

First I must silently steal the keys... without Miss Worriwort hearing me...

Thursday, May 17, 2007

slip slip

To sum up the week so far.. I have done some good things, and some bad things.

Easiest first is the letter to the District Superintendent. I am puzzled why a man so clearly not capable of handling a school remains the administrator. It isn't any of my business why he is still there... but he is, and not a good one to say the least. I can't imagine that my language used in the letter will win any awards... like the fact that the school could be named "dullsville".

Onward and upward.....

I have been doing some mass cram & plant chore around this place. I have to say I don't think there is enough mushroom manure around these parts to keep me happy. I will have to obtain more for complete happiness to reign.

There is a little bird perched in a painted birdhouse on the crappy back deck. I must continue to stalk the little bird... he looks so cute peeking out of the hole.

The electrician is coming to our house to do some big work. This is thanks to me. Yes, it is. Well, the fact that he is coming to do work that is.. because I didn't know that work had to be done.. the husbandman figured that out long ago, I guess it was me all along that should have made the call, and not waited on the husbandman.

I backed down this morning when the PIP refused to walk to school. I cut her some slack since she was out of her bed at 8:41, and ready to leave by 8:47. This is included washing, dressing, grooming, and an extra polish of her knees since she was helping me to plant last night. Oddly enough she just wasn't thrilled about walking... it could have closely resembled sleep walking I think.

The boy asked me to save his PIVOT stickfigure story. All was well until I couldn't find it any longer, and when I did find it.. the program froze. I did manage to connect with my brain eventually and copied it onto a DVD. Lucky for him... more so ... lucky for me.

Well, the dentist chair is calling me.. well, I am not really hearing the dentist chair calling... it's just a place that I frequent... alot.

OH... and who was shocked that Melinda Doolittle was eliminated from American Idol. Actually, I am not heartbroken, as this was her big ticket to stardom for her, she appears a rather genuine soul.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Here... let me take this....

OK... holy crap.... life is much better after a glass of POTENT red wine.... and now I am making it TWO.

LU... I know you are proud of me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Over the edge....

I have just written a totally psychotic note to the cell phone company. I was getting no where by swearing endlessly at the robot woman who wouldn't help me on the other end of my cell phone.

Life has gone suddenly bizarre.

Did I tell you about the skunk that was seen travelling between us and our neighbours?

Am I being heard?

So I wrote two complaint letters last night. Neither of them were well thought out masterpieces, but they were complaints all the same.

The first was to our city for the poor parade performance. I am still getting over that one.

The second was to the bigwig of school officials. I complained about our principal. He's completely inept, and that's on a good day.

Well.. now I have to call the cell phone company... all of my millions of minutes are gone. CRAP!

Saturday, May 12, 2007

This was a parade??

The big excitement around here are the Mayday festivities. It's a quaint little affair, which has the appeal of a small town effect.

I don't feel that excitement any longer.

My draw is the parade... I love the parade. The parade is just fun to watch, until today.

I need to understand something... just because we have a nutcake screwed up Mayor... does that mean that the parade takes on the same effect? I love to watch the Vancouver drill team.. (men on motorbikes!). They were not in attendance today.. my sister watched the blood drain from my face, I was close to death. The Mayday float couldn't really be seen as it drifted past us at the speed of light, with the pretty little flower girls all deeply hidden in the float, and the boys (lancers) doing practically a jog along the parade route. That lead to the people in golf carts almost taking out children in the streets, and asking that the legion people speed up in their walking capabilities. The guy in one of the trucks says to the parade people that they are going to give the walkers all heart attacks. No freaking kidding. Then I saw a gold cart lady almost crack into a girl doing a cartwheel. There were huge lapses between "floats", if you can even call them floats. I saw the "A & W" truck drive by with pink signs taped on either side of it boasting of "the special". "Mama burgers 2 for six bucks". That was it. The Shriners, who by all my experience with parades are always in attendance at parades were nowhere to be found today. There were two pipebands, one of which came from Mission. I didn't even know Mission had a pipeband! The regular "big" pipebands were also none existant.

It was simply embarressing. I got up and went to the dollar store to get miss high 10 year old maintenance some sun glasses, OK, it was sunny afterall, so she wasn't that high maintenance, but she became high maintenance when she stole the sunglasses off my face and I could no longer see. At least we parked ourselves on the sunny side of the street, at least we were warm!

I need to start my letter to the city..... oh where do I begin.....

double digits

That Pip of mine... double digits... where did the time go?
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Friday, May 11, 2007

One day turned into another

My days are too short. Especially in May. That is what I have decided.

I love the month of May. It is a hugely busy time for me, as everything that I wish to get accomplished must be accomplished in the shortest time possible.

I am currently moving hoards of dirt from my frontyard to my backyard. This is all being done as I disassemble my very ugly front yard garden. I have dug and flattened and spread and it doesn't seem like I have done much at all. It is one of those slowly and steadily kind of things.

So far the past two weeks have been hugely uneventful as I lead a fairly completely boring life, as I kind of sort of like.

  1. The PIP had a 10 year old birthday party. I think it turned out good. I have pictures of the festivities locked away in the computer.. I will eventually get to them.
  2. Ants invaded our lovely and new laundry room. I welcomed the invasion and fed them some lovely ant food... the stuff that kills nests and queens and little worker ants, all of course with the echo of "eat, eat my little pretties... eat" bellowing above their heads. They have now disappeared... until the next round.
  3. I called an electrician. Yes I did. That is the reason that the husbandman has stalled on the renovation project. All because he had to make a phone call. So, there has been no project because the husbandman can not pick up a telephone and dial. Last night as he read the newspaper I called the electrician again, and fortunately he answered... so then I handed the telephone over to the newspaper reading husbandman. Highly bizarre really, but now the non-project might take on some new light.
  4. I am very glad that American Idol is close to finishing, as well as Survivor. My television addictions will lesson after this week.
  5. On top of re-arranging the front and back yard I have had in the forefront of my mind... "we are at the risk of being flooded out". We live in a flood plain, and with the record snow packs that have occured over this past winter we are now living with the threat of floods. "They" have raised the dikes by four feet.. but I am only hoping that that will be the trick should the case arise. It's a bit worrisome that all the years of hard work, and mortgage payments could be lost in a moment of time.
  6. Yae... the Pip is going to school with the husbandman....and the freaky shaking silly catdog.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

This leads to that...



My friend the crazy daycare lady from two houses over called me up and left a message on my machine.... "Deanna... I saw a racoon walking along your roof... " Need I say more....

I eventually looked up info on the internet and called the wildlife people about our unexpected guests. After I talked the husbandman down from blaring the radio next to the box of growing babies... and coaxed him into a gentle volume.. mama took her babies and left the hiding space.

It's a good thing for crazy daycare ladies with good eyesight.
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Friday, May 04, 2007

She's back!

here is the garden girl... she is back. I retrieved her from the huge trellis mess of my DEAD jasmine plant. I did not know that the jasmine was not going to survive the winter outside. She has been brought back to life with a clean trellis, a fresh jasmine plant, and with the knowledge that I am going to wrap and double protect the plant after the summer season.
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Pip, pooch and pink

What almost 10 year olds do with cameras on their own.

When humans turn their backs, and do not close bedroom doors...

These are not chincy blooms!
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Retracting the FCUK.

Found the camera. The world is at peace again.

In other things monumental:

Little lady Pip will be 10 on Sunday. Both children are now double digits. Ten turns into teen which turns into twenty. I am very scary and old now. Life is even more scarey, even now with a camera once again... and it was pretty scary without it.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Double FCUK!

  1. Totally psychotic.
  2. Can't help it.
  3. Even vitamins.
  4. Dried clothes with some chocolate yesterday.
  5. Load of light coloured clothing.
  6. Looked like a diaper had exploded.
  7. 2 scoops of oxyclean, hot water and a scoop of laundry soap.
  8. Remember number 7, it's an important remedy to remember.
  9. Wish I could remember where my freaking camera is.
  10. It's lost. Really and seriously.
  11. Still psychotic, shit!

Friday, April 27, 2007

Totally cool...

The Pip and I and our friends from down the street went to an ultimately totally cool presentation last night. (think hard people... think hard... just guess as to what it might be about...)

Benjamin Kilham, author of "Among the Bears" visited the Port Moody public library, and we were there to see him in real life. He is a naturalist that lives in New Hampshire, and he raises orphaned bear cubs and returns them to the wild.

He is a brilliant man.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

EXcuthe me...

I theem to have thomthing sthuck in my mouth. Yethher I do.

I have a brand new appliance, just like the yesteryears of life after braces. I am now embarking upon straightening my forever twisting front teeth with a retainer sort of thingy. I hope it works. I am now sorry that I threw mine out when I turned thirty. I figured at that time that twenty years of braces should probably be enough. Boy was I wrong.

I am supposed to wear it 22 hours out of the day. I have managed about five hours so far. There is no freaking way I can wear out in public. I have an incredible lisp with it... I feel just like Kramer in one of the Seinfeld episodes. ( Oddly enough my hair resembles Kramers bad do of the day today as well... slightly fuzzed at the ends.. only because I brushed it this morning... ) Brushing my hair is a no no.. it's a never do to the do sort of thing not to do!

Well.. breaks over... back to the retainer thingy...

Monday, April 23, 2007

Me... a hockey fan....

Yes, thirteen minutes into the third period I started watching hockey. I am a sick sick woman. Please keep me in your thoughts. I can't handle being a hockey watcher... I never have been, and ultimately am hoping that I am not going to continue on this downward spiral. Even the Pip tried to talk to me and I shooshed her away so I could watch hockey. This is madness!!

Friday, April 20, 2007

Living in the wild



Compare these photos, what is the one thing that they both have in common? Green. One loves the green leather couch which she shares with her two crazy friends, and the others love the soft green grass for an empty stomach.
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OH MY GAW!

It is a completely beautiful morning out there... stunningly beautiful. Just taking a moment to breathe it all in. The clouds are sitting scantly in the sky, leaves have reached the tips of the trees and transformed them into bursting masses of green and burgundy hues. Even the "chiny blooms, chincy blooms" japanese plum tree is starting to become likeable again.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Momma and her babies.



Please note the quality and the squint appeal with these photos. They could be better... MUCH better... if SOMEONE had not spoke great ideas to the husbandman about certain CAMERA gadgets. OH, this is a mother bear and her two cubs that I have been busy spying on. On the top photo, one of the cubs is climbing the tree, she also had caught wind of me, since you can see her smiling for the camera.. or then again, maybe you can't.. BECAUSE YOU CAN'T SEE HER!.. We can once again thank Mr. Pickaspat for this. If you too have complaints about the quality of these photos feel free to comment, and I will forward the comments along to the one and only Mr. Pickaspat.

Oh.. and this computer is acting badly again. It is only by luck that I have got it to work. I think the video card is on the outs..... I was just about to take it in, when I got it turned on again. Who knows.. if I'm not back... you can guess the reasons why...
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

The benefits of being at home....

I absolutely love to see my every growing boy wonder off down the street to school. I peer through our moon shaped window out through the front door as the boy walks along. He now takes the walk with his star friend from across the street. I love how he walks, or kind of saunters.. almost like a duck in slow motion. Hopefully his little spry friend will put his step back into a penguin motion....
Read this, really didn't like it.. at all.

Fantastico!

Here we are again folks, living another beautiful day out here on the WET coast. The weatherman states that by this afternoon we should be free from rain, for a while. I think I even saw the sun coming out. I will have my handy dandy pressure washer on stand-by.... ready to go at a moments notice.

So.... the Pip and I spied our first bears of the season last night. We saw a mamma and two cubs. We were as stunned to see them, as they were to see us. The two cubs flew up into the trees, and the mamma crawled up for a while, but eventually set herself back down on the ground. I would have great pictures to show you.. if someone THAT LIVES DOWN THE STREET, hadn't given away my fine detailed secrets of special lenses and such....I am not whining or complaining... just stating the facts here people. I think the lighting was a bit off, as it was getting dusky, and little black bears sitting in trees is a hard image to catch on any given day. Anyways, I am very tempted to drive up to the same spot this very morning to try and catch another glimpse of the black beauties in our midst once again. I think I might just do that.

I would like to spill off other events... but now that it is bear season... that is all that I am capable of thinking of, well, next to scheming and planning on emptying my front garden of overgrown shrubs, and asking for the husbandmans help, without him realizing it. That is quite the task.

In other things growing:

Both of the chicklets. The boy is almost my height. Two more inches, and I'll be done for. The girl continues to tower over her classmates, and her best buddy down the street. Maybe that's why her back hurts so much, she has to crook over to talk eye level with all of her friends. Last night I gave her an Ibuprofen. It was the adult version. One pill, 300 mg, she doesn't like the chewables anyways. The dosing is for someone ages 11 +, but since the girl is larger than her friend from across the street, I gave her the same dose. This time she forgot that the Ibuprofen wasn't a chewable sort. Hmmmm. Now that is not good. She went to bed with a numb tongue and throat. Ick. Plus.. I fed her two large glasses of milk, in some hope that it would wash away the bad effects it has on the lining of her insides. Well, she is alive and well this morning and complaining that I haven't given her her special breakfast of BIG K (Special K), but it has always been Big K to her. Just the same as "double knots" have always been "doval knots", and her pillow has always been a "pallow". Love that.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Somedays

I feel sad when I do not take the time to write the daily boring events that happen around here. I mean, they are very clearly more than boring, but they are the events that make up my (our) life, and in some ways they are important to remember. Especially the evil kiniving ones, those are the best! (A roar of evil laughter erupts....)

So, hmmmm. What is there to say... short of everything, all at once.

  1. I went to work this weekend. Yae for me, I checked all the internal and external job postings, there are no jobs for me. Boo Hoo.
  2. We got a raise at work... oddly enough I didn't notice.
  3. The husbandman is doing a fantastic job building the fence out towards the side of the house. He even dug up the stump so that the fence could attach itself to the existing fence. I think deep down inside the husbandman didn't want the neighbour building it, just in case the neighbourman didn't do "a kingly" job of it. ( I might remind my three readers here, that the husbandman didn't want one thing to do with my front yard renovation... AND, he spent the whole week end days out there Saturday and Sunday.. just making reference to that.....)
  4. The husbandman and Mr. Pickaspat went on a date last night...or so Mr. Pickaspats friends assumed that's what he and the husbandman were up to...(OK, it was just a night out at the local pub to watch the hockey game) so they (Mr. P's friends) sent a piece of cake with whipped cream to the table for the two of them... It was labeled "for the happy couple". Now that my good people is freaking funny!
  5. I bought myself a beautiful bright yellow pressure washer. It seems that the weatherman is a bit jealous, and has started pelting the earth with rain... now that I am available again to start the pressure washing process. Sorry Mr. Weatherman your pressure doesn't amount to my pumped pressure....
  6. I have had dinner made since 0930 this morning. Well, that was only because we were having a pot luck at the group today, and I made extra for the people that inhabit this home. Lucky for them.
  7. I still need to get a picture of the Pip's "roll over rover" that she created with a toilet paper roll, and thus named it accordingly.
  8. I have a great plan for my summer flowers this year. I am more than tickled pink about the great plan underway. I just can't wait to execute this great plan into action. It will be completely beautifulishes. COMPLETELY! The new fence that the husbandman is masterfully building will be lined with DAHLIAS. AAAAH..... it is going to be gorGeous people... SIMPLY gorgeous! I will be tuber shopping in my mom's back garden very soon. The Pip might even have to set up a dahlia growers flower store at the end of the driveway come September. Pictures will be taken, evidence will be available to the who's it's and what's it's of the day. Inform your people, this will be big. The sister and I peed our pants laughing last year at my efforts for a premier garden in the front yard. It was abismyl and embarressing and just short of completely revolting... which made us howl harder.
  9. Speaking of howling, This should make two out of the three readers laugh. Holy shit.. you should laugh!!!!... so the stalker sister made herself very stalkable last week. She was around for all four days last week, at my complete disposal. It didn't matter that I had things to tend to, she was around, everyday, from 0915 to 230 PM. At one point I just referred to her as my walking talking shadow. So Friday was our last day together and once again she decided that she wanted lunch. It had to be Sushi. We tried one place, next to the mall. It looked scarey, well, it looked like it was under renovations, but not really. I told her I was kind of Seinfeldish feeling.. like the owners were going to come screaming if we opened the doors.. get out you fat ladies, out of my restaurant,... now you have brought us bad luck. I told her I couldn't wait for this to happen, so we had just better leave. We drove down the street and across the way to "another " sushi place. It wasn't Sushi, it was Thai. Thai is good, but not good when you want Sushi, AND when you think the place is Sushi, but it's not.. it's Thai. Well, right next door was a Fish and Chips place... hmmmm.. well, OK, stalker sister, I feel nervous about the fish and chip place... due to the health ramifications of ?? how much fat is about to be ingested with this??? My frightened mind did not want to know. But then again... I do like rootbeer. We tried entering the villa of cholesterol, but was met with a sign smack dab in the stalker sisters nose. The girl said they would be open in five minutes. (She held up her hand like "Alice" did in the Minute Rice commercials). Well, sigh again... and we looked across the parking lot, and spotted another Japanese food place. It was kind of raining out, but not enough to make us whimps, so we walked across the lot to the fourth eating establishment. We were greeted upon arrival and then "set" in the corner. I did take notice of other caucasion visitors in the restaurant, they appeared to be happily munching away. Things were looking up in the getting lunch department. WE scanned the menus, decided on which lunch box we would wish for and that was it. What we wished for next was a waitress, waiter, someone, anyone. Ahh... here was someone, carrying a pot of tea, with a mound of wasabi in a dish on top. The waiter looked at us rather scared, and then darted away. WE watched a number of dishes walk past us, and waitresses return to the kitchen. The final draw was when the stalker sister spotted people that had walked in after us being served something. That was when we knew we had been placed in the "forgotten section". So we walked out. We walked back across the parking lot, pretty much peeing our pants laughing at the workout project just trying to have a quick lunch... somehwere.... "Ya... uhm.. well,... OK, I'll have the special... one piece fish and chips, and a rootbeer please."
  10. I have no recollection as to the day that I actually cleaned the house. I know it was imbetween the times of the stalker sisters non pitstops moment. I can't figure that out, although now that it is a new week, I believe that the process starts all over again. Including dodging the stalker sister attempts for my shotgun riding adventures. The first load of laundry has gone in, whites first, only because they were abundant on the clothes pile.
  11. I renewed my library book today. I am not even sure if I am going to read it. I tried a couple of weeks ago, but forgot about it, as the cover blended in with the bedroom furniture. ha ha h ah. OK, it really did..... and then my colourful eye just helped it blend in. I don't know what the title is, but it's by Steven Hawkings. Something to do with universes and nutshells. Eventually I will get to it.
  12. On the more important scale, I wish to continue my aphasia readings. Now this fascinates me. I only have about 6 more thick books to plough through. I can't figure out what my problem is.... only because I have three couches to pick from in the livingroom, surely to crap I can sit my ass down and breeze my way through them, and take notes along the way, and then of course have processing and aborbtion time of the facts presented to me. Yes, right.
  13. I think the weatherman hates me. It has quit raining out, and the clouds have lightened up.. enough for me to want to go and plug in the pressure washer.. but wait... I can't... as the children need fetching and feeding in the next hour, by then, it should be raining again.
  14. I wonder if I am back to my coffee ways. I had quit drinking coffee. I thought it would help me with my horrible memory problems. It hasn't. I didn't even really miss it. I didn't have jitters, or crossed eyes, or a slowing of my rapid thoughts (OCDish) stream through my head on a moment to moment basis. AND, I am still completly stupid as ever. I don't think the vitamins even help, other than to make me count the number of bottles that I open and close and then dump pills down my throat. Well, I have mastered counting to ten, that's something to be proud of.
  15. The cherry blossoms are almost out in bloom. The REAL cherry blossoms. Not the "chincy blooms, chincy blooms" that have already flowered in my front yard, and have been swept away by the wind, or eaten by the lawn mower. I will get my camera out for some beautiful dramatic photos of the real cherry blossoms. Yes, I will. I think I might head over the City Hall, the place where our MAYOR has finally cleaned out his office, but only for a little while, while he gets his life back on track for behaving like a freaking psychotic goon... Oh, I see I have hit tangent mode.. back to camera thoughts.... I might even haul out the FILM SLR to create some fancy work.. but then it will be AGES, before I get any photos back.. (Oh the horror!, and the sorrow!!).. so I may be able to thrill my three readers by at least OCTOBER with my spring bloom series. YES!! Read that Mr. Pickaspat.. another five months before I get around to developing my pictures... on that note.. I should go and start collecting children from other peoples home and bodies of covered water. Sounds odd, but then... look where this is coming from.
  16. I signed up for the Erma Bombecks writers club. All I have received are other peoples string of emails. It looks like I am going to have to search elsewhere for the real Erma Bombeck. I might even trade in my current library book for one of hers....

Friday, April 13, 2007

Name this tune:

Daaaa, da, da da. da. da. Da da, da to da, da to da & repeat from the beginning.

Yes, it's a tricky one, it's not a tune that you can sing, but rather a piece of music that you listen to on one of the most exciting days of your life.

Sixteen years ago today, life started going down hill for the husbandman big time... it was the day he said "I do" to me!

Despite his claims that it has been years of misery, he continues to buy me a lovely card, and flowers. He even offered a lovely night out, but I turned him down. As the offer was also for him and I, and our friends the Pickaspats to some bigscreen hockey action at the local pub. Strangely enough I flat out told him no... and we settled for sushi take out. That's life in the fast lane 16 years later.

A little late but...


These notices were taped to the french doors leading into the livingroom. That Pip....

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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

It's been a weird one...

This is the day in review, only because it was just so freaking wierd:

Woke up from a slumber on the green leather couch.
The husbandman has done his morning chores, as he is no slouch.

Started yapping at the hamsterson to get himself out of bed,
every single morning this is the constant dread.

The Pip rattled out at a quarter to eight,
she's usually a little slow and doesn't function that great.

At 8:05 the Biancastar tapped on the door,
as the hamsterson packed his belongings from off of the floor.

I wrote a little blog, just because I'm a schmuck.
I really wonder if I do get things accomplished by simple good luck.

We tried to walk to school but that didn't work,
The Pip complained bitterly that her back really hurt.

I drove the Mazda Five to the doorstep of the school,
looking at the beautiful weather, and feeling like a fool.

I was home for a bit, and made a cup of tea,
where I looked for camera junk, for the one and only me.

I flit about the kitchen and tidied the odds and ends,
it never changed in appearance, so I doubled back to the computer where I found some email friends.

That ended quickly as I had to dash by 10:05,
I had to pick up the boy for his ortho appt, which required a short little drive.

Upon arrival I realized a grandious kind of error,
we were exactly on time, but ahead of schedule by 24 hours.

As a treat for the son, we headed out for lunch,
we had to go right away, while he could still munch.

I dropped him off at school, and headed towards home,
I wasn't quite sure what I would accomplish, although the list was a mile long.

I was not in through the door when the telephone rang,
it was the sister who was stalking, hoping to do the sushi thing.

We talked and we talked, as I watched the minutes click,
I continued to tidy & fold laundry, and carried on in a flit.

Eventually I made it to the great out doors,
where I raked up 5 wheel barrel loads of branches from all the winters storms.

I filled the utility trailer, until things fell around the sides,
I was hoping to add a little more, but it just wasn't that wide.

The time did come to fetch the Pip from her school,
she wasn't in the mood for playing, even though the weather was perfectly cool.

Once we arrived home, I started washing down the driveway,
it had mud tracks on it, from all my garden junking array.

The next on the list was washing up the car,
I like it to be shiny, even though it doesn't travel far.

In the knick of time we were out of the house,
where we found ourselves at piano lessons, and for once the boy didn't grouse.

Upon our return, I made a fine meal of defrosted food,
The Pip and I were going for a drive, to fetch gas, and feel the groove.

We chatted and we laughed, and listened to some tunes,
I found the place for gas, and then back we headed like a couple of loons.

It was a beautiful evening to be out and about,
we then arrived at Costco to check their garden centre out.

Ok, not so good, as the cold wind rang through the space,
we left there rather quickly, leaving the greenery in it's place.

I then visited our composter, with lots of food for it.
Which leaves tomorrow open, for a produce shopping trip.

The day ended with a junk television show,
where we watched the singing on American Idol.

That was the day, it was short and now it is the end,
Tomorrow is a new day, where it will all begin again.

Hauling out the aged

I am back to staring at my film camera. I semi-like it. I know it's a good one; it has taken some very nice photos. It just isn't instantaneous, and therefore does not satisfy need for immediate satisfaction. I realize I am spoiled, and with the acknowledgement of my spoil-edness.... I can talk about it. So, I am back preparing a great scheme to purchase a better lense for my film star... then if I am ever so lucky, I will continue to read my manual over and over again, memorize the finer points, figure out the shutter speeds, and aperature values, and then perhaps come back with some very good photos. Of course the only thing that I wish to take photos of is: the bears, plus or minus some children every now and then.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Last one till May

So that is the weekend. Gone. So are a bunch of my bushes in my front yard, but not near enough. My next weekend off doesn't come until the May long weekend. I will hope for happy sunshine then.

I confronted the husbandman on the informant situation. He just smiled, and was tight lipped. How very strange is that? I must find a way to come up with a new plan.. except it must be trickier this time. Hey.... I think that e-bay is calling me.... must go.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Time Line

I watched and read about the weather forecast. It told me rain. I have no reason to complain, but I am going to, partly because a little complaining so I have been told, can go a long way. Probably not today.

You see, I am on a timeline. It is a self made timeline. Something that I dreamed up, and remembered, not something that I dreamt and then forgot about it. DAMN! It's all because I have this foggy little vision that is hovering in my head, and it needs to come out.

I have plans to renovate the front yard. I have embarked upon this great foggy vision, but the weather is of course not cooperating, as I was informed that it wouldn't. It doesn't help that I know I have work to do, and the hours that I sit here whining about it, doesn't help to clear the foggy drizzle that floats about in my head.

Just in case some of you may be asking yourselves about my foggy vision that I live with on a daily basis, and how I can separate that from my current front yard foggy vision; my brain has conveniently labelled things for me similar to a ticker tape running through my head: HELLO DEANNA IT'S EARTH CALLING, COME MOVE ME, HELLO DEANNA IT'S EARTH CALLING, COME MOVE ME. Compared to the constant foggy life version: OOOPS FORGOT THAT, OOOPS FORGOT THAT, OOOPS FORGOT THAT.

Funny that I can even separate the two.

In other things of time worthy mentionables:

I have decided that the husbandman should stop talking to his friend Mr. Pickaspat. The two of them plus the crazy cop went out to watch the hockey game last week. While out, my favourite photographer friend Mr. Pickaspat spelled out the spell that I was trying to cast upon the husbandman about retrieving the money that was coming back to us via the "2006 tax return" season, and somehow conning the husbandman into believing that we should use our almost forgotten cash to do as we please with. As we all know, the bills and other payment requirements of life will always be knocking on our doorsteps, but found money just doesn't happen by everyday. My plan has been foiled by Mr. Pickaspat. Curse him!!!

Since the husbandman has now been informed of my evil ways, he is in the process of damaging my plans by recreating new plans that probably would excite me anyways. This would temporarily blind me from my current plans for the Canon SLR purchase. I could make this all go away if I chose to work an extra day in the week, but that would mean working an extra day, and freaking hell we can't have that. I will have to come up with a new plan immediately. Curse these time lines....

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Simple Madness

I have just figured out why I do not belong to any user groups. I am user group impaired. This should be classified as a syndrome "sub-average accessibility spoiler". Yes people, I suffer from S.A.A.S.

It has come to attention that I am not capable of handling numbers and letters that are mixed and crooked. They present huge challenges and obvious stumbling blocks. Well, so do instructions I think. In the user group application there was a box that asked for 2oo words or less, now I thought I was under the 200 mark, but clearly I wasn't. The box however, didn't cut me off in mid type when verbosity had overthrown my ability to count. I am clearly beyond stupid.... so I thought. Each time I retyped whatever the magic number of characters were I had to retype a new password thingy that involved letters and numbers. Good god it took me forever to figure out if things were uppercase or lowercase, then I slowly clicked the keys. These keys never click slowly, I'm a quick clicker, and freaking hell if the keys just didn't click but rather clunked, which made the upper and lower case become way more difficult than it should.

All that is behind me now, I managed to throw in a couple of words in the define yourself in 200 words box, and left it at that. I think even the computer got tired of throwing me new sequences of letters and numbers and lightened up at the end. I believed I had to type in: "UR a 4rutBAL" in the end. Christ, at least I was accepted.

Surprise!

I coloured my hair today. Oh thank you me yes... it is coloured back to it's regular shade of boring brown. I can't believe that I didn't natter on about it for days and days before I actually plunged into the colouring goop.

Yesterday I had an interesting hair do. It was quite bizarrely strewn up and about. I gardened for six hours with that hair, had a shower then took the boy to the mall... all with the same hair. I just love the daring that comes out in me some days.

The Easter Bunny showed up today. The Pip told me that she doesn't believe in the Easter Bunny, and that she demanded that I fess up with the gig. I was reminded that even though I knew that she knew, she still expected the goods that the pretend Easter Bunny should deliver. She made some signs this year for the fake Easter Bunny. It all had to do with not hiding the eastery things in the livingroom. She wished to be challenged for her treats for a change. That she was. The Pip was unable to find her Lindt Easter Bunny and marched to her bedroom, slammed the door and yelled at me I could keep it. That Pip, thinking that she might be up to the challenge, but not really.

The boy was so happy with all his Easter loot that he immediately ate his Easter Bunny, and changed clothes three times... then looked in the mirror. You have to love him!

I even made breakfast today. Yes I did, which included cooking BACON.............(GASP!!!!).... I never cook bacon... I think I despise the clean up portion of the bacon really, and not the clearing of the plate and paper towel that it sits on. I will forget about it for the time being and just pretend that my oven is all organized and clean... eventually I will remember the huge broiler pan silently waiting for me.

See, even with being the Easter Bunny myself, I can manage my own surprises!!

Saturday, April 07, 2007

The Crescent.

The night before last we had the arrival of our one day of summertime. It was imperative that the crescent get a jump on our sad, neglected, mossy yards. Not that the we here in crescenthood are chronic yard neglectors; it can be simply stated that we can "blame it on the rain, ya-eh ya -eh- a."

The "men" from the crescent began the task of yard maintainence. They heaved and hauled machinery through the yards, and up and down the streets of the crescent. I watched some of these boys hard at work, and some of them made me laugh. One guy needed a smoke break every couple of passes, until someone yelled from this end to that end that his breaks were holding up the line. I watched the fellow across the street just ran with the machine. (But on closer inspection I don't know why he went to the effort, he didn't let the machine do a real job, so it may have been all for nothing).

I hired my boy to rake up the back yard which was full of long clumps of grass. He took the time to look in his wallet, count his money, and then agree to helping me. I was actually impressed with his workmanship, and the fact that I didn't have to tell him to go out back and rake while I was held captive in conversation in the front yard. I realize that money was his golden ticket to riches, but I was still impressed with his initiative to do this on his own.

The delicate religious man wanted in on the yard upkeep day, and set up his turn after he came home from church. OK, calm down, this isn't a slight on religious guys... because they are good, they have their place in the world... I am just stating that this is my observation of this one neighbour on the street for craps sake! He had his followers raking and cleaning as he maneuvered with the big machinery.

One fellow eventually showed up in the Pickaspats driveway with the contraption that pokes holes in your yard making it look like their was a "dog rave" on your front lawn. He was out of breathe, and just standing in a daze once he unloaded the machine into the "Pickaspats" driveway. He told us between large gasps for air that he needed to give instructions on how to use the machine. Bossy little me told him not to the worry.. ( I didn't say this but I really wanted to...) that "King know it all" was in the house, and there was no need for instruction. (That would be the husbandman visiting Mr. Pickaspat). The out of breathe character seemed pleased that he could waver his way back to his freshly primped lawn, and sit and stare at all his hard work in disbelief that he had come out the yard grooming torture still alive.

The last people that I saw using it was the Pickaspats. I could just see his hair start to plume and the scowling mount on the Mr.'s face as he realized that the lovely Mrs. had offered up both pieces of machinery for his use, after he had returned from work for the day. Since the husbandman and I were now standing in their driveway being useless we offered up our services. I raked and the husbandman used the monster machinery to rip moss and create the poo pellet trails. Life was back to general pickaspatish ways once the work was done.... so much so that I invited outselves to their house, and then proceeded to stay until midnight. Our laughter knows no time limits.

So far today it is silent on the crescent... it looks like another day of high clouded sunshine in our midst, maybe it will just be a simple car wash day.

I know for me... I am off this weekend... Yae for that... now I can really see what goes on here on the weekends...

Friday, April 06, 2007

Busy as a bee.


Yes, that is what I have been... busy as a bee. Except I have been flying here and flying there being that busy bee.
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Good morning cloudshine!

The boy and I were watching the news last night. (It is the only way he is allowed to watched TV since his grandious grounding.... and he was saying good night to me, then sat on the bed to chat with me, then continued to watch whatever I was watching. He manages to be quite tricky in this regard, while continuing to be funny...) If I were a really good parent... I would continue to limit his "electronic fever" that claims a large part of his life, and keep this up ... probably forever.

Now it seems that our blustery frigid weather will be put behind us for a day, while we enjoy temperatures up to 22 degrees. the clouds way above do not scare me, they are the happy bright clouds that eventually burn away to make way for sunshine. This is certainly a Good Friday!

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

So you are a funny boy after all....

He had me in hysterics last night. I was crying from laughing at him. Much the same as the night before, with the exception that the hysterics were from the husbandman, and nobody was laughing.

Now that the boy has had every piece of electronic equipment ripped from his posession, now he has found his funny side. He may never get his equipment back... N.E.V.E.R.!!!!!!!

I like him funny much more... unfortunately I see him in some dark comedy lounge where they still allow smoking. I can only hope that his humour will take him somewhere.

Dust in the darkness.

That sounds like a similar situation going on in my brain, but that is not what I am referring to. I detangled my computer yesterday and took it to the hospital for some computer TLC. It seems that it had some issues with dust living inside of it. I have learned that computers have an aversion to dust, just as much as I do.... with the exception that I do not quit working when I find that too much has gathered around me!