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Thursday, July 30, 2009

Raid to the Max

We have a problem.


Ants.


Great big, ugly carpenter ants.



In my house.


Did I mention that they are REALLY FRIGGING BIG??


When I got to the point where I was killing 10 of those horrible things in mere minutes in different areas of my house, I knew there was a problem.


I have an exterminator coming on Thursday to give us an estimate for a treatment.


I asked for a ball park figure, so I will be somewhat prepared.


$500.


Crap.


I decided in the meantime, I would try to nip this problem in the bud myself.


So off I went to our local Superstore to find some RAID.


If there had been a camera pointed at me in the store, I would surely have given the security guys a laugh.


I would reach out to grab a can of RAID to read the label and only touch it with two fingers, right up by the lid. I couldn't even stand the thought of touching a PICTURE of a belly up ant. Ugh!


My facial expressions were probably pretty comical too.


But I finally found one that doesn't require spraying the ugly thing dead on to kill it.


I watched one of our not-so-little visitors crawl into a hole under our stairs. So I wanted something more like a crack and crevice spray.


And I found it.


I also bought spikes for outside our doors and ant traps that stick to the floor.


Next on the queu is to buy shares in the pest control companies.


Holy Mother of God. There's another one.


And I feel them crawling on me.


**shudder**


I got home and was on a mission.


I sprayed this crap everywhere.


I set up the traps and spikes.


And then I sprayed some more.


And when Leon got home I informed him that he had some bodies to pick up.


Because that, folks, is where I draw the line.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Thursday's Homework Assignment - I'm a Keener

It's time again for

  "More Useless Information About Rhonda".

Aren't you excited??

The Prompts:

1.) Who made you red hot this week?

2.) A day in your life...recap.
(inspired by Jennifer from Toddler Tirade)

3.) What decision are you having a hard time making?
(inspired by Evansmom from Just Sayin')

4.) How will you enjoy your last days of freedom (aka summer)?
(inspired by Heather from A Day In The Life)

5.)List your 7 most favorite summer items!
(inspired by Summer from Le Musings of Moi)


1.
  • Who made me red hot this week? Oooh la la. We could go with the spider bite I got while in my sleeping bag that infected HORRIBLY!!! (And believe me, my calf couldn't afford to get any bigger, especially considering that the other one, fresh out of its cast, has gone completely to mush and is already smaller.)   
  • The other option would be the job stress that has caused my lips to break out in multiple, very tender, cold sores!!! Oh. My. Lord.

2. 
  • A day in my life? Since it is summer, life isn't as crazy as it will be soon. However, because you asked,  I just got up, went to work, started explaining to my wonderful coworkers why I was quitting my job, ate some chocolate, came home, ate more chocolate, witnessed a sibling fight, went to the library and grocery store, home to eat supper that I bought because I ran out of time, cleaned house, finish prepping Asia's wall for painting, put Liv to bed, blogged, read, and slept. That's it in a nutshell.  You'll notice that I did not get an iced cap today.  We should all be proud of me.

3.
  • My very hard decision, as I've stated above that my cold sores are proof that I am stressing, is this: I have been offered a full time job at a different hospital, a step up from what I'm doing now. This is full time, and I have not worked full time in 16 years. Not since I was put on bed rest with my first child. I have worked part time since then. I have worked a lot in the last few years, more than 40 hour weeks if we count all my jobs, but not a regular Monday-Friday 9-5, miss out on field trips and kids heading off to their first day of school, job. I have taken the position and am hoping for the best. It will be more of a commute, more hours, more pay (that will likely disappear the moment it is received and soon we will not know how we lived without this extra disappearing money). Asia has stated that she will miss her taxi, as she will now have to bus to school. Cass is worried about the times she will have to help out with Liv. And Liv will just go on, like little ones do. One of my main concerns is that my family will discover that they can quite easily cope without me.
4.
  • As it turns out, because of my new job and lost holidays at the end of August, I will bring in the last days of summer trying to get to the lake to join my family on weekends, but will mostly be at home, alone, during the week.  That's not such a bad thing, seeing as there are many, many things to get caught up on here. This house is sadly lacking attention to say the least.  
And lastly:

5.
  1. Slurpees - This is actually my favorite year-round thing
  2. Sunshine - I live in Alberta, which isn't too bad for sunshine, so I suppose I should be more specific and say "warmth".
  3. Books - Watch for the "What I'm Reading" post to come soon.  I've got some book reviews to pass along.
  4. Music - Played loudly and proudly.
  5. Freedom - From homework and schedules.
  6. Hair - I love watching the sunshine turn my little blonde children's hair to gold.
  7. Traffic - Or lack thereof. I love that most of the city must be either teachers or stay home parents.  It takes me 15 minutes to get to work!
Okay.  We're done.  If you hung around, and are still awake follow this link to go back to Mama's Losin' It.

And have yourselves a FANTASTIC Thursday!


Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Wordful Wednesday - A Chip Off The Ol' Block

My daughter seems to have talent.  She is so good at this photography thing, I my just find myself being HER assistant soon! 











Wow! Two days in a row I get to send you to Angie!! She totally rocks, doesn't she??

Monday, July 27, 2009

Tuesday's Tribute

Today is dedicated to the HOT HOT HOT days of summer and the pleasure of having a lake close by to jump into when it just gets to be too much!
















Go see our fine hostess, Angie, to see who else is playing along today!

At The Beach Photo Contest

I'm entering this one in a photo contest on the I Heart Faces blog. (I have no idea how you guys actually make a little heart appear in the title, but technically, it is supposed to be there...) I don't know if you can vote. Or maybe you just cheer me on from the sidelines, but anyhoooo. Here goes.



Go check out the others at the link above!


Say What???

So, most of you know that I have had my day in the SITS sunshine! It was marvelous! I'm still trying to get back to everyone, but WOW! That is a very daunting task indeed!
I went back to the SITS site that day to leave an extra "WooHoo, I'm having so much fun!" comment, when I saw an anonymous (aka chickenshit) comment.

It went something like this:

"Sometimes it seems that the folks that love to get the most comments don't love to give them. Why is that?"

Okay, so, it was EXACTLY that, thanks to copy/paste.

I feel this comment, left on MY SITS day in particular, was personal.

And, to be honest, it pissed me off.

And I feel the need to explain myself.

Which pisses me off even more.

And Little Miss Anonymous will likely not come here and read this.

Byotch.

Hear me out, my faithful peeps.

I have blogged before about not having much time for this loved sport of mine. I can barely keep up with my regular reads, my posts and returning comment love, and acknowledging comments, even if it is just by email and never getting to those blogs.

Rest assured, I too, feel cheated that my life cannot accomodate more regular visits to other blogs.

I write my posts for MY benefit.

I try to make them somewhat interesting for YOURS.

I write when I need to for ME.

I stress over the need to be more productive for YOU. (That was not to make you feel even somewhat guilty!)

If you are a regular closet reader, or loyal commenter, please know that I totally adore you all and look forward to your visits. I often partake in beverages while we sit and visit on my blog.

When I come to yours, please know I come in peace and love. And it usually means my family has gone camping and that I am at home.


Desperately blogging for all I am worth.

This may bother my family when I say this, but blogging, or should I say the time it takes, isn't overly supported. I often hear "Where's Mom?" and the usual response of "At the computer. Where else?" and feel the standard Mom Guilt.

I mean, really, why should I be doing anything but clean when I'm at home, right?

Wrong.

I know with a few of my regular reads, the occasional time they stop here is a treat for me, but I never hold it against them for not coming more often. I am still a loyal reader of theirs regardless.

So, I do what I can. Which is my very bloggy best.

And I know that for those who like to come here, it is good enough.

And I thank you for that!



Sunday, July 26, 2009

What's On My Playlist??

Thanks to you fine people, my iTunes bill is just a little higher, but I have some AWESOME music on my ipod!

I have to tell you, though, that most of my family isn't too happy.

But that only makes it better, because then I turned the music UP!

Tee hee.

Here we go:

  • Africa (Karl Wolf)
  • Any Way You Want It (Journey)
  • Bang The Doldrums (Fall Out Boy)
  • Best Days of Your Life (Kellie Pickler)
  • Black Betty (Ram Jam)
  • Bounce With Me (Kreesha Turner)
  • The Boys of Summer (The Ataris)
  • Circus (Britney Spears)
  • Crush (David Archuleta)
  • Do You Remember These? (Statler Bros)
  • Don't Stop Believin' (Journey)
  • Dying to Live Again (Hedley)
  • Every Rose Has Its Thorn (Poison)
  • Heartache Tonight (Eagles)
  • Home Sweet Home (Motley Crue)
  • A Horse with No Name (America)
  • I Told You So (Carrie Underwood)
  • I'm In Miami Bitch (LMFAO)
  • If Today Was Your Last Day (Nickelback)
  • Kiss me Thru the Phone (Soulja Boy)
  • Little Deuce Coupe (Beach Boys)
  • Mad World (Adam Lambert)
  • My Immortal (Evanescence)
  • My Life Would Suck without You   (Kelly clarkson)
  • Parents just don't understand (DJ Jazzy Jeff)
  • Patience (Guns N Roses)
  • Playboy (Candy Coated Killahz)
  • Please Don't Leave Me (Pink)
  • Pour Some Sugar on Me (Def Lepard)
  • Queen Of Hearts (Juice Newton)
  • Rockstar (Nickelback)
  • Single Ladies (Beyonce)
  • So What (Pink)
  • Summertime   (DJ Jazzy Jeff)
  • Summertime   (Kenny Chesney)
  • Sunshine and Summertime (Faith Hill)
  • Sweet Home Alabama (Lynyrd Skynyrd)
  • Switch (Will Smith)
  • Talk Dirty to Me (Poison)
  • That Song in My Head (Julianne Hough)
  • Thinking of You (Katy Perry)
  • Truly Madly Deeply (Savage Garden)
  • The Way You Make Me Feel (Michael Jackson)
  • We're Not Gonna Take It (Twisted Sister)
  • When the Sun Goes Down (Kenny Chesney)
  • Womanizer (Britney Spears)
  • 1,2,3,4   (Plain White T's)
  • 409 (Beach Boys)
  • 1234   (Feist)
I plan on slowly, because I'm broke, trying out more of your suggestions!  For now, this will do. They keep my toes tapping, and my house clean, too, because I can't sit still when I'm listening to them!

Thanks all!!!  And keep the suggestions coming if you think of more!

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Enzo - The Art of Racing in the Rain

Oh, wow. Did I ever love this book!!!

I laughed.

I cried.

I got mad.

I wanted to lend out my thumbs and short, fat tongue, even briefly, to poor Enzo.

I will probably never look at my dog the same way.

I hated the in-laws.

I loved Zoe.

I loved his ride in the race car.

I was hooked on this book from the very first page.

I think you should read this book.

I REALLY think you should read this book!

For more reviews on this book, check out
Ronda's Bloggy Book Club!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Cheyenne

Long. But worth it.

"Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me.

"Can't you do anything right?"

Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.

"I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving."

My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.

Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?

Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon. He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often.

The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.

The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.

Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.

At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; h e survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.

Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.

Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind.

But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.

Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article."

I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.

I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.

Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.

I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?"

The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.

As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill him?"

"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."

I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said.

I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said excitedly.

Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog, I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.

Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!"

Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed.

At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate.

We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.

Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.

It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne. Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.

Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.

Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.

The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see t he many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."

"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.

For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article...

Cheyenne's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. . ..his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.

Life is too short for drama & petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Live While You Are Alive.. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Red Teddy


My brother got Cassie, my then youngest, and his Godchild, a teddy bear for Christmas one year.  I believe she was three.  

She loves this thing. 

Still.

She is 12.

Red Teddy is her comfort zone.

He is her best friend.


We would be in trouble if we were to wash it, because then it would lose its smell. 

We would have to go back and get Red Teddy when he was forgotten somewhere.

Except once on holidays, when he was tangled in the blankets in the hotel bed, and we left him behind.  No one realized it until we got home.  But would you believe that wonderful hotel found Red Teddy and sent him, postage paid, to our house, express post so she would have him for the following night?  

I don't know if I ever thanked them for that.

And SHE is going to kill me if any of her friends read my blog!!!

Leon and the girls are gone camping now, and I am sad to report that he has been left behind to hold down the fort.



I didn't even notice when this happened.  

When she no longer relied on Red Teddy.

But at least he still has the position of Head Teddy.

He is perched at the head of her bed while the others are subjected to the stinky foot portion.

And, I guess, as she grows, this is just going to have to be good enough.  

For me, and for Red Teddy.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

HEED MY ADVICE!!

I just read a GREAT book.

It's a must read.

And it isn't just because it is this month's Bloggy Book Club book this month over at Ronda's Rants.

I have never been able to say that I have read a book in one day before.

Now I can.



I could not put it down.



I laughed and cried and got mad and appreciated my short, fat tongue and thumbs more than ever before.

Now go to your local library or Amazon or book store and get this book. Read it. Then visit Ronda's Rants on Sunday to share your thoughts.

Go on.

Go now.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Oh. My. Stars!! Was that ever fun!

That HAD to be the best Monday in the history of all Mondays.

Do you care to wager a guess as to why that is?

Is it because I spent too much time on the computer this morning and was late leaving for work?

Nope.

Is it because I spilled my iced cap INTO my open purse on my way to work?

Nope.

Is it because my bug bites are infected and I had to spend some time down in emergency?

Not that either!

Payroll Monday?

That didn't bother me a bit.

My first mammogram!

Not that either.

Finding out that I can wean myself out of my air cast and into my orthotics slowly over the next couple weeks was great news, but that isn't what did it for me.

The very best was all the traffic on my blog, thanks to the SITS gals!  What a HOOT!

And, to boot, MY IPOD ROCKS!! 

I was working on my yard with my ipod blasting and all my neighbours could tell is that I was singing very bad acapella. LOVE IT!

I couldn't get them ALL, because I do legitimately BUY my music from itunes, but I got a very good start.

It's pretty cool that you guys can make me forget how totally crappy my day obviously was!

Thanks for that!

And that is my Tribute this fine Tuesday.  It goes out to the SITS gals and ALL of you in the awesome blogging community! 

Now go on over and see Angie.  Tuesday Tributes are a very special bunch of posts that you don't want to miss!

Sunday, July 19, 2009

My Ipod Needs Your Help

Today is a perfect day for this.  

Being the SITS gals FB, I mean!!!   

Because I need your help.

My ipod selections are D*U*L*L!

I need to 'summer' it up a little bit!

Music is a huge part of life.  Most of our major life changing moments have a song. 

A song you played over and over again to ease your heart break.

Or a song you danced and laughed to.

A song you graduated to.

Played while giving birth.

Be-bopped to in your cars.

Buried your loved ones to music.

Got married to music.

And, most importantly, drove around with the windows down BLARING good old '80s tapes, like Def Leppard or Motley Crue.  Right, Heather, my '80s lovin' friend?

Now, my very welcome visitors, I need you to help me by telling me your favorite summer songs. 
I'm hoping to be out of this cast soon and on my way to walking and taking off this butt weight I put on and I need to work on my ipod.

Give it to me people.

Just a couple.

Each.

Please?

I promise to have them ALL on my ipod when I come out to SITScation in October!  

Because, people, H*E*L*L*O, it's VEGAS!! 

And October in Vegas still requires summer tunes!

Thanks so much for coming by today!! 

And thanks to our awesome SITS gals for all their hard work in the blog community!

And don't forget:




and just because you haven't quite finished your coffee yet and your boss doesn't mind paying you to read my blog, go here.

Enjoy!!  I hope you'll come back again sometime soon!

Friday, July 17, 2009

My Experience With Local Drivers...


Everything I dislike about other drivers was done to me today.

Yes. 

Personally.

To me.

And most of it was just on my way home.  

People are insane.  They are so centred on themselves getting home, they don't worry about anyone else.

I'm not just talking your basic tail-gaters.

First, this morning someone went THREE exits in the outside lane of the traffic circle.  This is a big no-no!  I consider it up there with your average B&E. Seriously. It. Pisses. Me. Off.

The next happened on my way home from work. Same traffic circle. Another no-no is changing lanes while IN the traffic circle.  The guy behind me went flying into the lane next to me and I made sure I stayed beside him (he wasn't actually SPEEDING, he just wanted to be in the front, it would seem) so that he couldn't come back in my lane. Once he realized my lane was moving faster, he cut back into the lane right behind me.  That gotcha far, didn't it?  

Thankyouverymuch.  

So I got to the traffic light and it turned yellow, so, me being the responsible driver and all, I stopped.  You could tell he was clearly going to run the red behind me. He wasn't happy with me.  As soon as the light turned to a flashing green, I turned at my usual speed (you can tell by my tires that my driving skills are seriously awe-inspiring. I jest you not!) and signalled for the outside lane, and he damned near clipped my vehicle to get around me.  Sheesh.  I waved a farewell to him with a big smile on my face, hoping to never see him again.

Next is only minutes later while I was getting gas, a guy FLEW threw the outside gas lane. He did this because he was stuck at a light, and didn't like that very much.  Apparently his schedule is more important than the average joe's life.

After this, it was an uneventful ride home. However, I had to go across town to deliver stuff  to Leon and pick up my kids, and found myself in the middle of horrible rush hour traffic. Literally a parking lot!! It took me 25 minutes to go 10 blocks.  It was ugly.  So, as usual, the people who are more important than the rest of us block the intersections so that THEY will get through the intersection once their light turns red, and they don't give a rat's hoo-haw about the people waiting to go through the intersection on the green!  Yup. That happened too!


Now, you might be thinking that that is the end of my day behind the wheel.

Nope.

We went to our local grocery store and lo and behold, ANOTHER driving pet peeve.  A lady with her kids was parked RIGHT in front of the door, clearly waiting for her passenger to get their groceries. I can understand this, really, because why should THEY have to park in between those boring yellow lines and WALK through the parking lot when they can just block the way into the store and screw people up who need the ramp to get out of the store with their full carts?  

I made sure she got a look of disgust from yours truly.

There's more. 

Did I ever mention that Alberta is the proud owner of many, many, many bad drivers?  

Next, and I hope last,  there was this ... oh. No. There's another one that happened before the last one.  This chickypoo was waiting to turn out from her subdivision onto the busy back road I was driving down.  She had plenty of time, but decided to wait until I was RIGHT THERE before she slowly pulled out.  

Yeah, she got the horn, which I don't use very often. She deserved it.  I could have killed her by t-boning her side of the vehicle. And I'm afraid that I would have enjoyed taking out the idiot, so I'm glad it didn't happen.  Wouldn't THAT be an ugly hobby?

Last, my friends, is the driver of a hotrod.  Those guys are usually pretty careful with their old babies that I tend to think are rather ugly.  I was coming out of another subdivision afte delivering some pictures, and this asshat cut the corner SO close, he was literally a cm from the mailboxes. I looked at his tracks on my way past and can't believe how close he came to it.  And to boot, it's a family subdivision. Take it easy, Jackass.

So, therein lies my day behind the wheel of my old and tired minivan.  Thankfully I didn't come across any of the delightful people who have the right-of-way, going straight on a main road, but stop to look at you waiting to turn out in fear and confusion before they proceed.  I tend to wave them on their merry way with my finger.   Sheesh! 

Wow. Upon self-reflection, I'm finding that I have borderline road rage issues. 

But, I'd rather be ANGRY than STUPID, so I'm okay with this.



How do some of these people get their licenses??

Thursday, July 16, 2009

He's A Birthday Boy!

I think the timing is a little suspicious. 

Friday, today, is Leon's birthday.  Friday is Candid Carrie's Foto Fiesta. Carrie wants to jump out of Leon's cake naked.  Do you see the connection?


He's a good dad. (See the one flying off the seadoo?)


He's an adrenalin junkie.


He's handsome. Carrie, this one's for you.

He's stayed true to want he wanted. Until he got it. (Besides me, I mean.)

He's a comic genius.  Seriously. He keeps us in stitches! (Refer to the first picture for proof...)

Happy 44th Birthday!!

I think it would be a great idea for you to all leave a message for Leon to tell him how great his wife is! After all, a happy wife makes for a happy man. 
Right?

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Thursday's Homework Assignment

The Prompts:

1.) Ask A Dad! Write a letter asking your husband for advice regarding any issue you might have and record his answer.
(inspired by Three Bay B Chicks)

2.) Describe a situation that forced you to confront a neighbor.
(inspired by Jori-O)

3.)Tell us about Grandpa.
(inspired by Heather at The Extraordinary Ordinary)

4.) Which appliance in your home would you most miss living without if you had to live without.
(inspired by Amy at Escape Into My Thoughts)

5.) What are three things we would love to know about you!
(inspired by Live. Laugh. Pull Your Hair Out)



Okay, well, again, none of these are speaking to me. That's just great. (And I do apologize if some of the fabulous bloggers who came up with these great topics come over and then feel all sad because they haven't inspired me. Rest assured, I just feel uninspireable today. And yes. I know that's not a word. Love me through it.)

1. Not doable. Leon and I have very opposing views and his advice would be totally lame and then we'd fight and then he'd run off to the lake with my kids and my dog and leave me all by myself in this quiet house. Nothing but the radio on. (And my clothes, people. COME ON!!!) And that would be a real shame, right?

2. Had I confronted that neighbour, I would still be living in the house that I loved. She was so mean. Cruel and cold and she made me put a for sale sign on my lawn. And THEN she came over to apologize if she seemed a little off. Hmmm. Ya' think?? A little late, though. I just sold your precious house and made $22000 on it. So sorry.

Side note: We actually are quite friendly now when we see each other. We even went over there one time for Easter dinner! I know the people who bought my house have tried, unsuccessfully, to sell it, and you have no idea how close I have come lately to knocking on their door and making an offer!

3. My Grampa. He passed away. It will be two years in November. He was an army veteran. A father. A husband. A friend. A brother. A son. A grandfather. An avid golfer. A fisherman. An uncle. Read about him
here.

4. I have been living without my dishwasher for months. And months. And months. Let me tell you about it.

When something you love has left you
And you're feeling all alone.
Rest assured that it misses you too
And it isn't really gone.

For it sits there in the kitchen
Tucked in so nice and snug
And it longs to pitch in
And clean the plates and mugs.

But, alas, it is quiet
He, too, feels left alone.
But every now and then you try it
It sounds like it's choking on a chicken bone.

You look inside in confusion
You slam the door in rage.
Only the repairman has the solution
But won't tell you until he gets paid.

"That's what you get when you buy cheap"
The husband and wife exclaim!
Poor dishwasher hears and begins to weep
And then it's quiet once again.

5. Three things you would LOVE to know about me? Or three things you're just going to find out anyway and will have to just deal with it? I like the latter.
  1. I wear my shoes, or slippers, in the house. And I take them off wherever my feet happen to get hot. I literally find shoes EVERYWHERE! Only now that I have a cast on my left foot, I'm only finding ONE shoe. I'm going to be so screwed when I have to start wearing two again. God only knows where the OTHER ones are!
  2. I sleep with my socks on. For part of the night. Eventually, those, too, come off at some point. When I get around to washing the sheets (ummm, yeah, totally weekly... cough) there are approximately 7 (or so) pairs of socks at the foot of the bed.
  3. I have another blog. It's for all the really juicy stuff.
That about does it. I went from not feeling it to writing a wee blurb on all five. I know. I amaze even myself. (We can add that to my list as number 4 if you like...)

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Wordful Wednesday! - A Camping We Will Go!

My kids get along swimmingly.

At the lake.

When we're camping.

And pretty much only then.

But beggars can't be choosers, right?


A little bit of sibling worship.

Playing cards and watching movies on a rainy day.

Singing around the campfire.

Then breaking out in dance! Line dance, that is!

The dog loves it too, of course! (Notice the handful of neck skin? Isn't my dog too young for turkey neck?)

Monday, July 13, 2009

Who Invited These Cockroaches?

One day, long, long ago, there were two young couples invited to a co-worker's home for supper.

When the couples were almost there, the guys warned the girls that they have a cockroach problem in this complex, but it should be okay.

These couples arrived to find a happy young family, awaiting their guests and cooking up some steak and baked potatos.

These young girls very gently sat on the low, sunken couch, and went to the bathroom in pairs, carefully watching for these creepy crawlers.

There were cockroaches crawling up the walls.



There were dead cockroaches in the corners.

There were a bunch of dead ones around the back of the toilet and in the bathtub.

Then they were called into the kitchen for supper.

The hosts were at the counter stacking steaks on serving plates and pulling foil off of potatos.

The young girls weren't sure if their hosts were oblivious to these creatures, embarrassed by them maybe? Was the wife horrified that her husband would invite company over when they had a bug problem?

But the girls were disgusted to find one walking across the counter right by where they were preparing the food. Another walking up the wall.

And they sat at the table and picked at their meals. (The girls anyway, the guys dug right in!!!)

Soon after, those young couples got the heck out of there! They did well, those girls. Don't you think?

Oh, and they stopped at McDonald's on their way home!


**I'll have you know that there was severe nausea, back scratching, twitching and foot lifting during the search and upload of the above picture!!! Barf!!  But I knew you'd appreciate it.  You're welcome.**

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Picture This...

As I mentioned last time, we took the kids to the Kenny Chesney / Taylor Swift concert.



The show started with some great young Canadian artists, JD Bigsby and ummm ... someone else. Jake Owens I think.



First let me set the stage for you.



It was a huge performance in our football stadium. Someone said there were about 30,000 people there. I lost count at 18, so I can't say that for sure.



We had seats that were way, way, way up high. The sound wasn't very good up there. Eventually we moved down into the bowl more, where the sound kicked butt, but for now, we just nodded our heads and pretended to listen.



Taylor Swift was one that my girls had really wanted to see. She is beautiful and talented. But weird. More than a little. She was very confident and charming. It was really cute when she controlled the audience volume with her hands raised and lowered. Her shiny little dresses gave the up-close audience more of a show than they were bargaining for.



And her dancing. Oh. My. Stars. It was the funniest darned thing I have seen in a while. Dancing is what my daughter called it (more specifically, said that "this" is the reason she doesn't dance in her music videos!). I call it more a love affair with her hair.



She would stand there, during a ballad even, and just start throwing her head side to side. I think she liked how soft it felt hitting her in the eye.

She would throw it back and forth. I think she liked how nice it felt when it carressed her bottom.

She would hit a pose like this






only instead of having her hand down, it would be up and tangled in her hair, all sexy like. (Not that this pose wasn't incredibly sexy when Johnny did it .... cough cough, choke, giggle.)

Then, to REALLY get me rolling in my seat, she not only had a love affair with her hair, she had one with her piano. Funniest. Thing. Ever.

She was singing something along the lines of "Round and Round" or something like that, so she kept swinging around and around at the waist with her butt planted. Then she would lean baaaaaack as far as she could, then slam back up again. I was quite certain she was going to knock herself out! Then while there was an instrumental segment, she lay her head on the piano with her arms stretched out. And then just stayed there. Then afterward she ended the song/performance by slumping right down so that we all thought she was going to fall off the bench, little shiny panties over tea kettle.

There was one point where her and her female band member were banging away on some garbage cans. I don't want to spoil this for you in case you one day see her (she will be headlining her own tour soon!), but, seriously, I had to cover my eyes and turn away.

Now rewind to where I said the sound was bad.

EVERYONE could hear me laughing.

Sweet kid. Beautiful. Talented. Rich.

And weird.