Nothing says spring like:

• the sound of a pressure washer going for hours and hours!
• sheets hanging on the clothesline
• weed preparations making their presence
• finding my hummingbird juice!
• the dandelion picker is in constant use

In other things even more spring like & very exciting:

• I spied on three eagles nests yesterday
• there is a presence of large black bloblike objects moving about
• the crow family is not using our tree for a nest
• there are bigger and better runner sales!
• the sun was hugely warm yesterday, and will be increasing in strength today!

Theme # TWO!

This one is RED, the first one was BLUE.

There's a theme....

what's that, oh my!, how strange?

Today in history:

Which didn't make it in some of the ON-LINE historythingys....

Terry Fox started his cross Canada run on April 12 in St. John's Newfoundland (from the Atlantic coast to the Pacific Coast) for Cancer research, which was called "Marathon of Hope", (at the time he had hoped to raise one dollar for each of the 24 million Canadians).

To date there has been just about 500 millions dollars raised.

I guess this information didn't make it into ON-LINE history... I should have googled "Canada's HEROES" instead.

Sporting this:

An unfinished dress... (just simply can't be bothered!)
A new OLD milkcan, freshly TAKEN from a red barn.
No cell phone, gave it to the boy, where the boy left it at the GF's house.
That's a problem.
Bad hair!
Which is always the case, and generally a problem.
Two children with colds, the eldest went to the school.
The youngest didn't.
She might... as she has pizza fixings to prepare with her partner.
A great read that needs to be accomplished.
An almost an anniversary to celebrate... OK, maybe not... how about recognize.
THANKFUL there isn't freaking HOCKEY.
Found some summer runners I wish to buy, mind you .. they wont be $20.00 cheaper this week, so maybe I won't buy them.
Straighter glasses. Had those lenscrafters people turn their back on me, and straighten them yet again... I am just not certain what exactly they do when they straighten them... but they are always straighter when they are put back on my face. Hmmmm.

That is all.

8 degrees

That is what the temperature outside that the car keeps telling me what it is...

It has to be, cause the car says so.

I just can't figure out HOW I WAS ABLE to go walking in a thin yoga jacket and pants when it was:

2 degrees.

It had to be, cause the car told me so.

And from what I know... my little Indigo Blue Mazda5 doesn't lie!

I might... but the car doesn't.

BUT I am not lying when I say that I walked in 2 degree weather.

ALTHOUGH I will claim that I was senseless and more than likely almost frozen...

BECAUSE I am frozen now, in 6 more degrees of warmth.

How can that be people... HOW?

In other things:

The boy had to get himself up and organized for school this am, minus and ADULT to tell him to wake up, get ready, and go to school.... and that to me is a larger question at the moment...

How can THAT be people... HOW????

Will find out later if he was successful... because the automated tattling system will call me... that's how!

TODAY is the day

1. That I finish the "lilypad dress"
2. Colour this "do" of mine!
3. Take some photos.
4. Do the laundry... hey what gives... that ALWAYS makes it on this list!
5. Find some cream for my coffee.
6. Might even buy some groceries!
7. DIG some books out of Miss Pippy's room for "my friend Kim"
8. Colour my hair
9. Colour my hair
10. AND... last but not LEAST... colour the hair.

In other adventures:

I almost finished the dress yesterday... but decided to "take off" and flit around the streets of PoCo, listening to my ipod... so if YOU spotted someone pludging about at the speed of turtle... it was all me people!

We trundled over to my fab-tab-ulous mothers house for a turkey dinner. She was fit to be certain that she wished to make a turkey dinner... I will ask her today whether that will be her choice again to undertake such endeavours again... OH.. and then her tap broke, and Mr Silent fixitman was sitting at home watching his hockey game... so he couldn't even help out.

Feels strange to be home here.. on a Monday...so that is the reason my hair looks so crazy... no wait.... that is not the reason, my hair is crazy on any given day.

Must get cracking as my oumph is lacking!

Flying times..

I miss arriving here daily... where I have been.. but NOWHERE...  so I am not certain why I haven't made time for my daily chats... because YOU PEOPLE that know me... KNOW that I am in constant communicado with myself ... enough so that I look like a crazy person that is always talking to themselves.

I have a large solution for that.... I think I am going to wear not ONE but TWO bluetoothes! That way I can continuously have my stream of consciousness out there for the world to hear... and yet still look like I have some semblance of order settled in my life.

That might just work.

I can't believe my lack of wordiness that has evolved. Perhaps I am just involved, which has left with me disolved for wordy narration!

So:

Spring has sprung, and so has springbreak!

We went to Alice in Wonderland last Thursday... with Johnny Depp in 3D. Very cool. I don't see many movies on the bigscreen... and this was a must see! Perhaps it was the 3D that caught my eye! HA!

My 12-15 people grew to 23 last Monday. Clearly I need some help in my ability to count heads!

Also... the Rainbow Butterfly restaurant was cool... went there for DimSum... that was an experience.... I went there with my former walking buddies! The Pippy and I ended up doing errand shopping ... which was all good... especially when errand shopping can be done so close to home...! BUT THEN... the sister called me later and wished for me to yet again join her in her most favourite of locations to visit: Walmart! (ick ick double ick!). BUT THIS TIME: we were tricked. There wasn't bedlam and chaos and constant overhead pages, and bad music and screaming children, and badly stocked shelves... and to end a successful of all successful Walmart shopping trips... there were not line ups ten miles deep... but rather... an open and empty line up. Stunned, shocked, amazed and silenced... can there really be a next time???

I FINALLY got the nice rims put back on the Mazda5.... it just isn't my little Mazda5 without the pretty rims... with those silly BLACK rimmed snow tire thingys!

We went off to the Aquarium on Wednesday. That was pretty fun... JimmyDean and his Lady Miss ScrumptiousTea, and the Pippydoll and myself. On the way home we stopped off, and toured the downtown eastside... we had to take a double tour, just to find a home to a bunch of coats that came from my closet. Myself and JimmyDean walked up to a bunch of people standing on the street and asked if they needed them... everything was whooshed out of our hands, and more importantly a brand NEW backpack was ripped from Mr. JimmyDeans piano hands like NO tomorrow. Glad to know that we made someones day. OH.. prior to that we visited a restaraunt.... where I went to go wash my hands, and put my really in need of hair colouring bad do back in order... which is where I see a youngish lady fixing her hair. Me, being not the silent type at times told her that her hair looked great.. and how about trading! She then says to me that she is depressed, has had a bad day, doesn't feel that she looks good, and makes $35,000.00 dollars a year, the least in her office. Hmmm... well...I being Deanna offered her up some instant advice.... so , once you are done in the restaraunt, know that you look good (to a complete stranger), go enjoy the beautiful afternoon spring air, and take a brisk walk, breathe deeply, and blow away your troubled thoughts... and once you have done that maybe you will have to start thinking about a way to make more money within your office, or find a new job... good luck to you..... I said to the dark haired woman as I left the bathroom. OK.. lesson number 4756 "do not talk to strangers".

Thursday I attended my NEW stroke group. I like the way I WRITE that I attended it... that is how I feel at the moment... like I have no qualifying statement that I belong... BUT... I was given the keys to the church to open the doors. OK.. how funny is that... Deanna running a program from the basement of a church.... ?? I wonder if it is OK to scream HOLY flying fruitbats in my head...?

Friday was d-day... "d-day I started d-dressssss". Miss Pippydolls Royal Party MayDay dress... and MAYDAY is what I should have started shrieking from the start. I ironed and ironed and ironed it.. and it is still wrinkled... AND... I am not even sure if I have made the dress with the right sides of the wrong sides together... there has been a lot of thought put into that one...AND that my friends is the problem.. I have put a lot of thought into this dress... and it is not turning out to my satisfaction.... I am just not happy with it.. of course I am also worry that it isn't going to fit... wherein "that will be a a problem"... Saturday also took up a great part of dress making.... all because I wished to line the dress... which changes things altogether... so here I am .. Sunday morning, with a dress half done... which MUST BE FINISHED TODAY.

Miss Pippy stayed at my moms last night.. which destroyed her chances at diving into chocolate trails this morning... being that she is almost 13 (aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!), and yet still very much in tune with the "great things in life"... I assured her that the Easter Bunny had still left her a little something, and that her friend Harold the Monkey was holding on tight to it....

JimmyDean doesn't exactly care about trails of chocolate, but wished to just have something of goodness handed to him... which is what he will get. He will like that I am sure.... I am such a good Easter Bunny!

Alright.... it's a good feeling to have finished the book... (which everyone must read!), and now it's time for the dress!

A BOOK!

Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons by Norna Landvik.

So guess what! I finally was able to read a book! That sounds like such a feat.. and I guess it is one... but to finish a book, and enjoy it, well that is a feat and a half!

This is exactly as the book depicts by the title, and the picture. This is pure fiction in it's finest! This book SUCKS you in on the first page... so that you are stuck reading it till the end. FOR ONCE, that didn't bother me!

Mind you... it has taken me weeks upon weeks to finish.

(OH... and I attended last months book club, while NOT reading the book!... AND by the sounds of things it probably wasn't a bad one to miss...

while I appreciate a classic, I believe in telling stories by way of movieland... which is what I will stick to: we read Emma by Jane Austin)

Happy Monday!

On the list of things to do today:

• DARN it all anyway... I have to go out for lunch! How nice is that!
• I WISH to cut and sew the girls MayDay dress TODAY.
• How does laundry always make it on the list?
• Write and mail some letter to the Mayors!

Let me see... the easiest and simplest of tasks will be undertaken....

In other things:

That JimmyDean son of mine surprised me by playing a new song on the piano... get this..."A whole lotta shakin goin on... by Elvis...no wait... what's the name of it...I can't think of it this second.... but it's a zippy little number with big piano in it.... YOU know the one! (I guess I will have to get back to you on that).

I was down at the bear location... and the park manager guy and his wife have retired... now there will be replacement lodge keepers... I would love to live down there... must remember to ask the husbandman if we can go live down at the lodge, amongst the bears... deer, beavers and coyotes... it would be kinda cool!

OH... my friend Kim and I were talking... we decided that we do not want to know of ONE MORE person leaving on a plane to go to either Hawaii or Mexico. We are not interested, we don't want to hear it, we just don't care. WE have decided that we are the only TWO families left in CANADA that are not going anywhere! (EVER!) It's a good thing I got those passports!

In other even more useless details that make me chuckle! My boy wrote on my facebook status a while back that popcorn was my crack. I think he was right. I love the stuff... can't get enough of it. Now that I have given up the "white death" as I LOVE to call it... (breads, pastas, rice (all kinds!), noodly things, crackers, sugar, cakes, cookies, well... almost anything that is delectable!)... my most precious moments of happiness is my popcorn! I can add to anything I wish... and if I wish for olive oil and parmesean cheese... then so be it! So yesterday... I am driving home... with the girl... and I make a pitstop to collect some gas which is 11 cents cheaper.. when I decided I can not drive for ONE MORE second if I do not get my beloved popcorn! So I bought a bag of "old dutch" premium white cheddar popcorn.... and got my fix. I am so addicted. I didn't give a FAT CRACK ass how many chemicals it had in it... at least I had my fluffy whitestuff!

My boy-son JimmyDean asked the question of "what if the kernels were of semi-mediocre qualtiy with only occasional kernels popped"... is there such a popcorn? Yes, I told him... the popcorn gets ground up and added to rice cereal, and we feed it to our babies, as their very first food... and that is how the popcorn addiction really starts.

BUT you know... after this chemicalized bag of popcorn comes to an end... I might have to re-invest in such devineness....one can not duplicate this taste by simply plugging in their hot air popcorn maker. Perhaps I will go to the hardware store and buy some industrial strength chemicals for GAWD knows what, and add that to my popcorn... I think only then will I have mastered this old dutch taste!

Well... must run!

oh me oh my

So, yes about that disappearing act.

I am still me.
Husbandman spoke to me the other day, AGAIN!
The handsome one Gramericason has been renamed: Jimmy Dean.
BECAUSE.
That is my answer to that.
The Fussilina is still Fussilina Pipenza girl.
BECAUSE she is just so beautiful.
That's why.

So far the handsome one has taken to the name Jimmy Dean. It's just such a great name, one that Mr. Jimmy Dean owns very well.

I had an email conversation with his math teacher. I very politely asked/suggested that she does not call attention to Mr. Jimmy Dean, as that is an open invitation to walk right up onto center stage with a red carpet and all. She complained to me that with his antics he tends to turn the class upside down, or something like that. I suggested that she just not speak with him, or give him any notice.... that way his opening statement to her couldn't be (in his deep showman voice)... "but Ms. Cho, I was discussing mathematics here with my friend...." Mr. Jimmy Dean has relinquished some of his behaviours to me. I pity the poor woman for putting up with him.

In things that are not a shock:

His report card from the "rockschool" teacher... "an excellent musician, and an enjoyable student to have in class"

I bet the math teacher just might SPIT at the music teacher if she found out!

The PIPPY had a LINE stolen out from under her in the play "annie". She was heart broken and in tears... (OK... for a girl... this girl doesn't spill many tears....)... AND AND AND... when she got into the car the other day, with a heave and a sigh she told me the sad tale. SHE EVEN went as far as used her hands to talk as well... now as far as I know ... it's only me and Jimmy Dean that use our hands a lot when we talk. BUT THE FUSS... not so much. BUT because the little chickster is just so KIND... she said that she didn't wish to upset the applecart, and she was certain that "they" had taken away her "5 seconds of fame" where she was the only one singing on stage at that moment, for a reason. I gave the PIPPY DOLL an extra hug, squeeze, bite and a punch for that amount of level headedness.

I still need to put together a dress.
Right.
I still need to hand out all the Cancer Donation kits.
Right.
I still need to write a bunch of letters.
Right.
I still need to book some transportation.... and such....
Right.
Colouring my hair is now in question.
Right.
The lawn is growing, and in need of repair.
Right.
I'm out of coffee.
uh-oh.

Guess what!

• I love love love drinking coffee out of my very favourite cup that my friend gave me!
• I believe some of the frizziness is growing out of my hair!
• The husbandman spoke in sentences to me...!
• I have been doing some daily visits to bear central!
• I haven't seen any bears!
• My laundry is piling up!
• and I don't care!!
• It's almost time to take the snowtires off!
• AND get the spring flowers on the roll!
• AND figure out what the lawn is in need of...
• AND try and persuade the mole to leave our backyard
• Maybe find some new pants.
• Hopefully have some success with that.
• Dig out my pressure washer! (love love love like the coffee cup!)
• Spend some time with my resistance bar thingy.
• Figure out where to put my FOUR black bags for both my stroke groups.
• Back to watching the eagles on Live! TV, and Lily the blackbear....
• Maybe it's just time for me to do the laundry...
• Must charge my ipod/muscial maker thingy.
• Resist calling telus to adopt an iphone!
• Sign the papers to seal the deal on the taxes that are done!
• BUT first.... I best start with another cup of coffee....
• BECAUSE I love my coffee cup...

Annnddd... something messed up.

I wrote a quick little story the other day,... and it is not here.. where could it be....?

Down at the bear location where I like to be??

I saw a regular with his camera in hand...

Riding along and searching the land.

He has not seen them, but knows they are there...

Soon to be falling out of the hidden groves, for all of us to oogle and stare!

What what...

What the heck?

Why do I disappear somedays....?

I am charging camera batteries that's why.

TALKING to little lady pip,

AND listening to the boy play his abundance of music.

WHO can walk away from that sort of thing?

Not I I say.

I finally got the thumbs up on the chicken sale. Not that I was going to do anything special with it.. I just wanted some chicken...

Get this!

 So today.... somebody asked me my weight.... and in a fit of laughter and excitement I revealed the actual number, and not a virtual number. It was quite an exciting adventure says the little bit less fatter lady!

OH, and in other big word adventures.... here's a fun something:

" I made a mistake.

When baking a cake.

I heard my mom start to yell.

When she hear the firebell.

Then I knew I was in trouble.

When my house turned to rubble."

This poem brought to you by "the pip"... congrats pip on a great poem!

It all started with a ...

BLUE SKY!

However..... Mark Madryga & Kristy Gordan have warmed us otherwise....

The day will not be so blue for long....

I love blue skies, it doesn't matter if I am subjected to the foreboding of grey coming my way....

Coffee's done, and say yes to the dress is on... now that is a good way to start the day, beneath the blue skies!

What's in the bowl Deanna?

snowpeas
shrimp
red peppers
water chestnuts
mini corns
carrots
broccoli

AND I put some in the husbandmans bowl too.

Because I am generous.

The PIP eyed the shrimp, and the other various colours, she thought it was pretty.

The BOY ran away screaming, which is why he gets the multivitamin.

So that is how it is on this lovely Wednesday early evening.

Springalingding

OK spring... spring already.

I must get my camera out of its bag, and back into my hands.

It quite potentially could be BEAR season!

Wasn't that a party!

Wow... those Olympics are done!

A contender in the medals department.

Canada did an amazing job at collecting them.

I am thinking that Vancouver did a fine job of hosting them.

I visited the big city, but really saw nothing.

Loved the energy.

So glad to have seen it!

Whatever it was that I saw...