I found a good one, but it's not exactly on the prairies, it would be closer to Alberta, than Manitoba, but it looks the same on the fields. I would kill to live in that area of Alberta where the prairies meet the mountains. Now, I am happy. I got rid of those humpy back camels and sent them back to the desert. I don't know what I was thinking.. I never do.
I'm having a blog slump....oops...I just fell down again...and I can't get up... I can't get the words out. I have many words living in the stump of my brain, but they are being held hostage by "no time for myself"... and I dwell on the the templates, because I can't put down what I want to say. Sometimes I can't hear myself think.
Okay, here is what I want to say. (blank) ...ohh yeah I had a sore in my nose last week, and I diagnosed it as "nose cancer" ....so I pretty well spent all of last week sticking my dirty fingers up my nose and messing around in there, much to the delight of my co-workers and those who were driving beside me on the road. I don't have nose cancer, it healed, and now I might have toe cancer I am not sure, because my toe was red. But today it turned white again. Pheww. Isn't that interesting, I have become a nut case.
I'm thinking it's baloniefarthead who is trying to screw with my head again. Sometimes that happens this time of the year, when the summer fades and I am feeling the "fall" of my years.
Which reminds me... I went to Safeway AGAIN on "Seniors Wednesday"...gawwww..and was asked AGAIN... if I was a senior. I know the clerks are supposed to ask anyone who has a flabby face with facial hair if they are eligible.......but for fortheloveofmyepidermis..shutthefuck up! You are pissing me off. Put up a sign dinkheads...."If you are a senior please ask for your damn discount!!" Don't make me say NO I am not a senior...because now you have ruined my already shithouse day... I hate being categorized. I am just me. I am a person. And now I will never get a date for the prom.
l am missing my friend Ellen, and I think of her every day. I pause, when I see her blog on my links, I want to go in, but I really don't want to go back there because it's just too painful. But, I can't delete it. I miss her. I also think about Curtis, who now has to take another course in his life without her. Life ...sometimes ...just sucks like a sore toe. Thinking about you all the time buddy.
Tomorrow, I plan to get my mojo on, it's Friday... let's see what happens. And, if I have to go to Safeway for some groceries, I'm going to kick a few of the toy boy newbies they they have going around in the isles asking you if you have found what you are looking for....in the nuts! I need a little respect. R. E. S. P. E. C.T. sing it!!
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Okay then...
I'm not moving yet, because I got so emotional and couldn't leave blabber, oops I mean blogger.. but I really hate those camels...what was I thinking.
I just can't....I wrote a post in Word Press and I was...all, like I don't give a crap Blogger you mean nothing to me, and when I came back here to take off my archieves and I went all teary eyed. Shucks ......
So, I wasted all that time telling all of you how much I loved word press and spouted off about "change is good"..... I couldn't do it. This is my home...feck it.
I was getting cocky...and you can see that in my post
http://balonie123.wordpress.com/
Someone should kick my ass. Line up! hup hup
Maybe, I should just use both, now I'm getting stupid.
I just can't....I wrote a post in Word Press and I was...all, like I don't give a crap Blogger you mean nothing to me, and when I came back here to take off my archieves and I went all teary eyed. Shucks ......
So, I wasted all that time telling all of you how much I loved word press and spouted off about "change is good"..... I couldn't do it. This is my home...feck it.
I was getting cocky...and you can see that in my post
http://balonie123.wordpress.com/
Someone should kick my ass. Line up! hup hup
Maybe, I should just use both, now I'm getting stupid.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Well, where were youse guys?
Today I started a new blog on Word Press. It will be a work in progress, but holy mackeral, I am so hard pressed for good templates on blogger I couldn't resist the lovely ones they have over there. I.am.a.template.junkie...and I admit it. Try to put me into template detox, and I will bite your ass!! Or, maybe poke you in the eye, ask Gord how good that feels.
I can see I have made a bad choice to blog outside on the deck tonight, because my fingers are getting stiff, and I'm wearing a parka. I lit 4 candles thinking it would stave off the cold, but they are toooooo teeeniee. The dog had the good sense to go in...so why am I here? It's Friday night, Gord is out with his friends for another hour or so, and I have some peace and quite....all to myself. But it's colder than I antcipated. I can hear all the sounds around me, dogs barking, neighbours talking over the fence, geese honking, traffic on route 90. I can hear a jackhammer way off in the distance, going "tat a tat" "tat a tit."..oops. It doesn't bother me because I know it's coming from my Safeway about a km away...and they are redoing the whole store and parking lot. Knowledge makes that noise acceptable, because that store was starting to piss me off. Downside: I won't know where anything is again for about a month.
But, I have to get in to my other computer in the house, because my nose..she is froze.
Short break...to get warmed up, fill up the glass of wine, and give de dog a bone.
De bone has been given, and de dog she looks at me with much love. Wine glass she is filled and I look at it with much love, and I am now warm. De fingers she are working again. De brain...I don't know so much how she is working....let's see.
So, how was your day? It seems I have lost all my consentration by walking 20 feet from one computer to the other. Oy! My nose she is unthawed, which is a good thing, because, well, just that.
It's dark at 8:00 PM ... I don't like that.
So, how was your day....or did I just say that? Let me just scroll up..YUP.
Oh, here we are again, just you and me. How was your day? ...heh. I crack myself up. I shouldn't be kidding around, because Special K will come around and say ..Joan ..were you drunk blogging? Sometimes she doesn't get the balonie part of me. Or maybe she does.
I just don't feel like telling a story of my week today, I just want to fart around, because my week was uneventful. I did't have a diarrea, which alway makes for a good blog, no one died in my family, thank god, Gord is doing good, and hasn't brought any dead dogs to the house lately, which makes me very happy.
Which brings me to some unhappyness.
I was going to the bank yesterday and I was on a four lane highway. In the meridian was a little grey squirrel. I was stopped at a red light on the right hand side of the highway. This little grey squirrel was determined to try to scoot across two lanes to the left. Then, the lights changed and all those from the left turning lane missed him by an inch, he sat there all curled up trying to be invisable. My light hadn't changed yet, and I saw he had an opportunity to run for it and he did, but he ran underneath a red Honda, which was still waiting for the lights to change to go the other way. I saw him under there as I moved on. I prayed he would make it safely to the other side. When I left, I didn't know if he got across or not.
After I came back from the bank, and was on the highway again, I was looking for him, because if he would have been killed it would have been on my side of the highway coming back. I was dreading coming up to the light,.....but there he was, underneath yet another car, with the wind blowing his beautiful tail. All I could see he was dead. I wanted so deperately to get out of my car when I first saw what was happening and stop the traffic, and chase him to safety, but I couldn't do it because this intersection was so busy, I would have got killed. I know, it was just a squirrel and we have so many of them in our back yards, but this little poor creature did not use his "noggin"..and I'm seriously thinking his mother ate to much fermented fruit before he was born.
I shed a few tears after that. As I was driving down the highway in my 76 stinking Lincoln.
Yeah...balonie has feelings too....even tho she is evil...
I can see I have made a bad choice to blog outside on the deck tonight, because my fingers are getting stiff, and I'm wearing a parka. I lit 4 candles thinking it would stave off the cold, but they are toooooo teeeniee. The dog had the good sense to go in...so why am I here? It's Friday night, Gord is out with his friends for another hour or so, and I have some peace and quite....all to myself. But it's colder than I antcipated. I can hear all the sounds around me, dogs barking, neighbours talking over the fence, geese honking, traffic on route 90. I can hear a jackhammer way off in the distance, going "tat a tat" "tat a tit."..oops. It doesn't bother me because I know it's coming from my Safeway about a km away...and they are redoing the whole store and parking lot. Knowledge makes that noise acceptable, because that store was starting to piss me off. Downside: I won't know where anything is again for about a month.
But, I have to get in to my other computer in the house, because my nose..she is froze.
Short break...to get warmed up, fill up the glass of wine, and give de dog a bone.
De bone has been given, and de dog she looks at me with much love. Wine glass she is filled and I look at it with much love, and I am now warm. De fingers she are working again. De brain...I don't know so much how she is working....let's see.
So, how was your day? It seems I have lost all my consentration by walking 20 feet from one computer to the other. Oy! My nose she is unthawed, which is a good thing, because, well, just that.
It's dark at 8:00 PM ... I don't like that.
So, how was your day....or did I just say that? Let me just scroll up..YUP.
Oh, here we are again, just you and me. How was your day? ...heh. I crack myself up. I shouldn't be kidding around, because Special K will come around and say ..Joan ..were you drunk blogging? Sometimes she doesn't get the balonie part of me. Or maybe she does.
I just don't feel like telling a story of my week today, I just want to fart around, because my week was uneventful. I did't have a diarrea, which alway makes for a good blog, no one died in my family, thank god, Gord is doing good, and hasn't brought any dead dogs to the house lately, which makes me very happy.
Which brings me to some unhappyness.
I was going to the bank yesterday and I was on a four lane highway. In the meridian was a little grey squirrel. I was stopped at a red light on the right hand side of the highway. This little grey squirrel was determined to try to scoot across two lanes to the left. Then, the lights changed and all those from the left turning lane missed him by an inch, he sat there all curled up trying to be invisable. My light hadn't changed yet, and I saw he had an opportunity to run for it and he did, but he ran underneath a red Honda, which was still waiting for the lights to change to go the other way. I saw him under there as I moved on. I prayed he would make it safely to the other side. When I left, I didn't know if he got across or not.
After I came back from the bank, and was on the highway again, I was looking for him, because if he would have been killed it would have been on my side of the highway coming back. I was dreading coming up to the light,.....but there he was, underneath yet another car, with the wind blowing his beautiful tail. All I could see he was dead. I wanted so deperately to get out of my car when I first saw what was happening and stop the traffic, and chase him to safety, but I couldn't do it because this intersection was so busy, I would have got killed. I know, it was just a squirrel and we have so many of them in our back yards, but this little poor creature did not use his "noggin"..and I'm seriously thinking his mother ate to much fermented fruit before he was born.
I shed a few tears after that. As I was driving down the highway in my 76 stinking Lincoln.
Yeah...balonie has feelings too....even tho she is evil...
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Just ..you know..messing around
It's so cold outside, you would think it was fall. And unlike other years when I look forward to this time of year, I don't.
When winter comes I will loose the deck outside my kitchen that serves as another room. A beautiful room outside on the patio.
I always did like fall, but for some reason this year is different, everything is different since Gord's incident. I was waiting to get past the 6 month mark, and then I would feel a little less anxious, ...and I have. But some days are better than others. We go about our lives as normal, but there is always that dark side that creeps in my mind, and does the "what if's." I guess that is normal. Gord is pretty sick of me checking to see if he is still breathing at night. If I don't hear him breathing or snoring...I casually turn over and gently poke him in the eye. If I get the response I want, like "what in the fuck are you doing." I turn over and go back to sleep like it never happened and mumble ...Oops, sorry, I hope that wasn't your good eye!
I am such an asshole.
But, that is a given.
Everyone has there own way of dealing with shit. This is mine.
Sheila and I have more road trips in mind. We had such a good time last weekend when we went to see Hippychick, we thought we should explore small Manitoba towns on Saturday afternoons. We would especially like to go back to few we found ..when we were lost last weekend. That is, if we can find them again. Or, just find new places and get lost and try to find our way back home. I'm thinking we might have to get a GPS system, but that would take the fun out of it. I would love to go to these small towns and get the feel of it, and the people. We have such a diverse population in Manitoba, French, Mennonite, Ukrainian, Metis, German, Icelandic..etc. it's just a melting pot of opportunity to explore the small towns who still keep their heritage. And most of all ....get my sorry ass out of the house, and start to see beyond the borders of my back yard.
I can't fix everything, for my hubby, my bro and all those I worry about so much all the time. I'm thinking I need to do something for myself. Sheila is a cancer survivor, and she is the one who keeps telling me....get moving...while the moving is good.. well, I hope she has a full gas tank this weekend, because I'm ready to roll! I'm paying.
When winter comes I will loose the deck outside my kitchen that serves as another room. A beautiful room outside on the patio.
I always did like fall, but for some reason this year is different, everything is different since Gord's incident. I was waiting to get past the 6 month mark, and then I would feel a little less anxious, ...and I have. But some days are better than others. We go about our lives as normal, but there is always that dark side that creeps in my mind, and does the "what if's." I guess that is normal. Gord is pretty sick of me checking to see if he is still breathing at night. If I don't hear him breathing or snoring...I casually turn over and gently poke him in the eye. If I get the response I want, like "what in the fuck are you doing." I turn over and go back to sleep like it never happened and mumble ...Oops, sorry, I hope that wasn't your good eye!
I am such an asshole.
But, that is a given.
Everyone has there own way of dealing with shit. This is mine.
Sheila and I have more road trips in mind. We had such a good time last weekend when we went to see Hippychick, we thought we should explore small Manitoba towns on Saturday afternoons. We would especially like to go back to few we found ..when we were lost last weekend. That is, if we can find them again. Or, just find new places and get lost and try to find our way back home. I'm thinking we might have to get a GPS system, but that would take the fun out of it. I would love to go to these small towns and get the feel of it, and the people. We have such a diverse population in Manitoba, French, Mennonite, Ukrainian, Metis, German, Icelandic..etc. it's just a melting pot of opportunity to explore the small towns who still keep their heritage. And most of all ....get my sorry ass out of the house, and start to see beyond the borders of my back yard.
I can't fix everything, for my hubby, my bro and all those I worry about so much all the time. I'm thinking I need to do something for myself. Sheila is a cancer survivor, and she is the one who keeps telling me....get moving...while the moving is good.. well, I hope she has a full gas tank this weekend, because I'm ready to roll! I'm paying.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
I have so many issues
#1.) I don't know how to spell hemorrhoids, so ... did I really have them? Was spell check having a painful day as well, or did I even spell check it? Issues abound.
#2.) I am cooking a free range chicken in the oven whilst we speak. He hasn't got away from me yet. The chicken seems perfectly happy to sit in my 350 degree oven, so I'm guessing his "free range days are over." Ohhhh, I get it, he was allowed to forage for his food and wasn't kept in a barn full of his best friends before they chopped off his head. I still remember when my mom and dad killed chickens in fall..lawdy there was so mucha squawking going on..you would have thought someone was getting murdered. Dad always invited me out to watch them walk around without their heads....I think we had the same sense of humour. "Dad"..that one is going to hit a tree." "No he won't, he's heading for the neighbours." Today, those memories are a little unsettling. And just after they were killed and quit walking around, like chickens with their heads cut off, they would pluck..em. (are you eating?..don't) Then it was time to pluck them in the sink in the kitchen. Stinky Stinky Poo. The last part was to hold them over an open fire and burn of the the rest of the feathers. Damn it I hated that. I might order Pizza...
#3.) If you are still here. I have an issue with road signs. SIL Sheila and I did a road trip to Hippychicks new digs on the farm about two hours from the city in Ridgeville Manitoba. The blind were leading the blind. Before we started, I told her we would be making a left hand turn in a town called St. Malo. We motored on, and on, and on, yakking, and yakking and yakking. Then I casually mentioned that I had not seen a sign indicating St. Malo. OOPsie...she said she had seen it about ten minutes ago..well hells bells that is where we were supposed to turn! So, we turned around and went back where she saw the sign, and it said ST MALO..26kms ahead..arrrrr..jeezzzz
So, we turned around again and kept on going until we figured out where in the hell we were going. Okay, that's not true, we finally did get to St. Malo, and took the by-pass road that didn't lead into town, and then started to second guess ourselves. We didn't have a map or a GPS system, because we don't like knowing where we are going. So, we turned back ONCE MORE, and went into town and stopped at a little Meat Shop to ask for directions. The sign outside said "Butcher Wanted"...Sheila who is totally pissed off at her job in the city decided to ask for directions and fill out an application for the butcher job.
Alrighty, the people who were running this store had just bought it and didn't have a clue where Ridgeville was!! F*k. When we were coming out we pounced on an old man pulling up to the shop, and asked him directions. He said, he was just visiting his son and didn't know. Well, did we just enter the TWILIGHT ZONE? Is there anyone here who REALLY lives here? The ole guy said we should just turn down the next road and go into town and ask someone at the Co-op, they would know. So we drove into the parking lot; I didn't want to have to go into the Co-op and look stupid, so I jumped out of the car and grabbed the first guy getting out his car to go into the store....I think I scared him. I said, "Excuse me, can you give me directions to Ridgeville". He stepped back, and then I got the Twilight Zone feeling...zombie like. But, no, his kids were just trying to get out of the car and sort of pushed him back. But he still looked confused, and then I said we were coming from 59 highway, and were told to turn into St. Malo when we saw the sign (but not go into the town) and then keep on going down that highway. He said you were just on the highway to Ridgeville, you should have not come into town like you were told. Okay... so we aren't roadies just yet, this is our first trip. EXCUSE OUR IGNORANCE.
We get back in the car ..drove a half a mile when we saw the sign that said Ridgeville. Fudge, we kept second guessing ourselves. And we kept on driving, and driving, looking at cows grazing, newly baled hay.. rolling hills, bush, cows grazing, newly baled hay... rolling hills, bush ...and we looked at each other, and asked "when will this lovely scenery ever end and should we phone 911 because we were lost and the cows started to look menacing. Just as we were breathing into paper bags, we came upon a small intersection, and it said Ridgeville 20 kms. Good grief Charlie Brown, we took the bags off of our faces and booted SIL's old beater in that direction.
We could see the grain elevator in the horizon, and we knew a town was close at hand. When we got close enough we could see the grain elevator had not been in operation in about 20 years. TWILIGHT ZONE....... We inched into town. We started down the main drag, and most of the buildings were derilect. Further down, was a lumber supply store, but we couldn't really discern if it was viable, and then down the street was a Community centre "which displayed in large letters" BEER VENDOR"...so we knew someone had to live here...Hippychick!! It's a dying Manitoba small town, the elevators have been relocated and people have moved on. Janis (hippychick) wanted someplace for her retirement and chose this little tiny town of about 30 to do that. Farmers from around the area still come to town, but most go to bigger centres. This is a place where everybody knows you name. Most of the buildings are in disrepair.
So, we finally found her house at the edge of town. It was a gem. It is a modern farm house, with all the charm of the old days within her property. She has done and amazing job of clearing out the yard and adjacent property she bought. She only lives there 3 days a week for now, and will retire in May and live there permanently after that. She is not new to farm life, because she grew up on one and still has the know how to deal with it. She isn't really farming, but it is a homestead without all the amenities of the city.
Okay, I've been talking too much...lets see some pics
Back of the house
#2.) I am cooking a free range chicken in the oven whilst we speak. He hasn't got away from me yet. The chicken seems perfectly happy to sit in my 350 degree oven, so I'm guessing his "free range days are over." Ohhhh, I get it, he was allowed to forage for his food and wasn't kept in a barn full of his best friends before they chopped off his head. I still remember when my mom and dad killed chickens in fall..lawdy there was so mucha squawking going on..you would have thought someone was getting murdered. Dad always invited me out to watch them walk around without their heads....I think we had the same sense of humour. "Dad"..that one is going to hit a tree." "No he won't, he's heading for the neighbours." Today, those memories are a little unsettling. And just after they were killed and quit walking around, like chickens with their heads cut off, they would pluck..em. (are you eating?..don't) Then it was time to pluck them in the sink in the kitchen. Stinky Stinky Poo. The last part was to hold them over an open fire and burn of the the rest of the feathers. Damn it I hated that. I might order Pizza...
#3.) If you are still here. I have an issue with road signs. SIL Sheila and I did a road trip to Hippychicks new digs on the farm about two hours from the city in Ridgeville Manitoba. The blind were leading the blind. Before we started, I told her we would be making a left hand turn in a town called St. Malo. We motored on, and on, and on, yakking, and yakking and yakking. Then I casually mentioned that I had not seen a sign indicating St. Malo. OOPsie...she said she had seen it about ten minutes ago..well hells bells that is where we were supposed to turn! So, we turned around and went back where she saw the sign, and it said ST MALO..26kms ahead..arrrrr..jeezzzz
So, we turned around again and kept on going until we figured out where in the hell we were going. Okay, that's not true, we finally did get to St. Malo, and took the by-pass road that didn't lead into town, and then started to second guess ourselves. We didn't have a map or a GPS system, because we don't like knowing where we are going. So, we turned back ONCE MORE, and went into town and stopped at a little Meat Shop to ask for directions. The sign outside said "Butcher Wanted"...Sheila who is totally pissed off at her job in the city decided to ask for directions and fill out an application for the butcher job.
Alrighty, the people who were running this store had just bought it and didn't have a clue where Ridgeville was!! F*k. When we were coming out we pounced on an old man pulling up to the shop, and asked him directions. He said, he was just visiting his son and didn't know. Well, did we just enter the TWILIGHT ZONE? Is there anyone here who REALLY lives here? The ole guy said we should just turn down the next road and go into town and ask someone at the Co-op, they would know. So we drove into the parking lot; I didn't want to have to go into the Co-op and look stupid, so I jumped out of the car and grabbed the first guy getting out his car to go into the store....I think I scared him. I said, "Excuse me, can you give me directions to Ridgeville". He stepped back, and then I got the Twilight Zone feeling...zombie like. But, no, his kids were just trying to get out of the car and sort of pushed him back. But he still looked confused, and then I said we were coming from 59 highway, and were told to turn into St. Malo when we saw the sign (but not go into the town) and then keep on going down that highway. He said you were just on the highway to Ridgeville, you should have not come into town like you were told. Okay... so we aren't roadies just yet, this is our first trip. EXCUSE OUR IGNORANCE.
We get back in the car ..drove a half a mile when we saw the sign that said Ridgeville. Fudge, we kept second guessing ourselves. And we kept on driving, and driving, looking at cows grazing, newly baled hay.. rolling hills, bush, cows grazing, newly baled hay... rolling hills, bush ...and we looked at each other, and asked "when will this lovely scenery ever end and should we phone 911 because we were lost and the cows started to look menacing. Just as we were breathing into paper bags, we came upon a small intersection, and it said Ridgeville 20 kms. Good grief Charlie Brown, we took the bags off of our faces and booted SIL's old beater in that direction.
We could see the grain elevator in the horizon, and we knew a town was close at hand. When we got close enough we could see the grain elevator had not been in operation in about 20 years. TWILIGHT ZONE....... We inched into town. We started down the main drag, and most of the buildings were derilect. Further down, was a lumber supply store, but we couldn't really discern if it was viable, and then down the street was a Community centre "which displayed in large letters" BEER VENDOR"...so we knew someone had to live here...Hippychick!! It's a dying Manitoba small town, the elevators have been relocated and people have moved on. Janis (hippychick) wanted someplace for her retirement and chose this little tiny town of about 30 to do that. Farmers from around the area still come to town, but most go to bigger centres. This is a place where everybody knows you name. Most of the buildings are in disrepair.
So, we finally found her house at the edge of town. It was a gem. It is a modern farm house, with all the charm of the old days within her property. She has done and amazing job of clearing out the yard and adjacent property she bought. She only lives there 3 days a week for now, and will retire in May and live there permanently after that. She is not new to farm life, because she grew up on one and still has the know how to deal with it. She isn't really farming, but it is a homestead without all the amenities of the city.
Okay, I've been talking too much...lets see some pics
Back of the house
Garden and fields up yonder as they say.
I would love to explain all the pics, but blogger won' t let me put text in between them.. I hets you blogger smogger. But its the town, her house and garden... Isn't it grand. She has some guts, and I admire her. We had best meal on Saturday too. She got some smoked ribs from a Hutterite Colony about a mile from her house, and made fresh green bean soup ....just like home.
Mary Lou.. my blogger mentor just explained how to separate the pic's so I will comment on them. A day late, I know.
This is the side yard with vines growing over an arbour...so pretty.
A bridge that goes nowhere, but hey you never know when a flood could occur.
Her Country kitchen, this house is so bright an airy, it feels like home. The cabinets are out of the 50's...with "whatnot" shelves beside the kitchen window, and the hardware on the cabinets still have little press locks on them to open and close them.. too cool.
A picture after our lunch, with friends who dropped in from the city, SIL Sheila, my driver, is in the background and Janis is the blonde on the right.
After some consideration when she bought her property, the town of Ridgeville said if she wanted to buy the property beside her that was over grown and had a old building on it, for a $1.00 .. she did. So now she owns this property too. She has cleaned it all up and it looks great. She just has to wait until someone burns it down, but for now it's a painting waiting to be painted. They used to fix tractors etc in there. I should have taken a picture of the front, and then you would be able to see the old square store frontage with the sign on it.
You can see she has a lot to mow... I suggested getting a goat. This is a pic of a non functioning church across the street. Something about flooding. I don't know where the 10 people in town worship.
This is her Cistern. She doesn't have a well so water has to be trucked in from the guy that owns the hardware store in town. If you look close you will see a happy head ...that covers the cistern. (note to those that don't know what a cistern is...it is a underground water tank for those that don't have water in their town.
I don't know what this is...but it looks happy.
Kohlrabi....and cabbage ... yum
The pic on top of this one is of her greenhouse where a pumpkin seed grew before she even moved in late spring, and it overtook the entire greenhouse...one pumpkin seed!!! Can you see my reflection in the greenhouse window?
More cabbage....the deer ate all her beets! Buggers!
Hippychick and Sheila digging carrots., while I was doing...nothing.
Friday, September 07, 2007
Where is JimBob?
I owe the guy 5.00 bucks ..US .... he must be rich because he hasn't come foward to collect. Wuss!!...heh, think that might get him out from under the bleachers? JimBob...I'm waiting, I have the cash, don't worry about my Mastercard fiasco last month, we will just have to eat a little less this month to make ends meet; so like I said I OWE you, lets get it out in the open:)
SIL and I are taking a road trip tomorrow to hippychicks new digs on the farm. I'm looking forward to it. She moved in a few months ago, but has only been doing weekends there.
I hope our means of transportation, won't give me hemroids, because I can't say it often enough, Hemroids make my crabby. Hemroides hurt my butt. I never want to have them again...ever. I have had them twice in my life; and sitting on a rubber inner tube wasn't pretty. Especially at work. I had my share of ointments, and slimey little suppositories I shoved up my butt. Gawwd it hurt. And then...it felt so good, as the pain went away, UNTIL.. you had to take another crap!! Fart!! ...oops no, that would have hurt too.
Have you ever had hemroids? Don't wish that on you worst friend. Sit, Stand, Sit Stand..lay down...no, that hurts too. Sit, Stand. Sit, push your tush to the right and then to the left, and do it over 8765 times until you can't take it anymore and stick another suppository up you ass. Annnnnd just after that you have to go again, and owwwwwwwwwwwies....and it starts all over again. Who invented hemroids? I want to kill that son of a bitch. Yeah, I know there was no inventer .. I watch "Are you smarter than a fifth grader"...so I know my stuff. heh.
I don't know how I got from telling you I was going to Hippychicks farm tomorrow to hemroids... I guess it was kismet or kiss my arse..okay, I need a nap.
Balonie...is close to taking over... I can feel it.
SIL and I are taking a road trip tomorrow to hippychicks new digs on the farm. I'm looking forward to it. She moved in a few months ago, but has only been doing weekends there.
I hope our means of transportation, won't give me hemroids, because I can't say it often enough, Hemroids make my crabby. Hemroides hurt my butt. I never want to have them again...ever. I have had them twice in my life; and sitting on a rubber inner tube wasn't pretty. Especially at work. I had my share of ointments, and slimey little suppositories I shoved up my butt. Gawwd it hurt. And then...it felt so good, as the pain went away, UNTIL.. you had to take another crap!! Fart!! ...oops no, that would have hurt too.
Have you ever had hemroids? Don't wish that on you worst friend. Sit, Stand, Sit Stand..lay down...no, that hurts too. Sit, Stand. Sit, push your tush to the right and then to the left, and do it over 8765 times until you can't take it anymore and stick another suppository up you ass. Annnnnd just after that you have to go again, and owwwwwwwwwwwies....and it starts all over again. Who invented hemroids? I want to kill that son of a bitch. Yeah, I know there was no inventer .. I watch "Are you smarter than a fifth grader"...so I know my stuff. heh.
I don't know how I got from telling you I was going to Hippychicks farm tomorrow to hemroids... I guess it was kismet or kiss my arse..okay, I need a nap.
Balonie...is close to taking over... I can feel it.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
I just got my Mastercard bill
Was I on drugs? I decided about three weeks ago that since I am now 30 lbs. lighter I might want to give up some of my Value Village clothes size XL. I'm stepping on the bottom of pants that are hanging off my hips, and damn near doing a face plant every day. So, I bought 3 pairs of jeans, tops (with a hoodie of course), panties, bra's, and socks (which still are the same size). My skinny ass legs and feet never change. Then I bought Gord all new underwear, and socks. After that I bought a new pant suit for Ellen's Memorial, jewellery and then I bought and bought stuff I didn't need, because buying was so much fun.
I went a little crazy. I don't need the over the sink vegetable cutting board I bought, I have a perfectly good one. That's going back. BUT, I bought a very handy dandy Bissell rug sweeper. If you have dogs in the house, this is the best for the in- between vacuming times..okay every second Saturday if I am up to it..heh. Jest kiddin, every three weeks if I don't see hair growing out of the rugs.
It seems the older I get the less I care about being Ms. Tidie. It will wait. There is always to much bullshit going on in our lives to worry other than a little dog hair or a few crumbs. I don't worry about dust, because I can't see it unless the sun comes in and I go "holy shit". After that, I give myself a good spanking, and say to myself, self, did you not see that dust? Self says, yes I did, but fortheloveofmike...it just seemed like so much work. whine.
The writing is on the wall. If Gord ever dies, I will be a bag lady. I will have a Schwinn bicycle ( I know this because I bought one 20 years ago, and it's still in our garage)...and I will peruse your garbage. It's white. So, you will recognize me. I will be wearing a red hoodie and jeans. But I think the tires are flat, I don't know if I can pedal that hard. Let's see.
I have to get the house ready for sale by next summer, so I'm thinking, lets just put out every piece of furniture we own (one at a time) on garbage day, by next summer we should be able hear an echo in this place. It will be just Gord, Penny and me and my laptop. I like to travel light.
Now I just have to figure out a way to pay my Mastercard. I am bringing a pail of plums from my plum tree to my boss tomorrow (because he loves his plums) and ask for a raise. Wish me luck. I might just be plumb out of luck...who know's.
I went a little crazy. I don't need the over the sink vegetable cutting board I bought, I have a perfectly good one. That's going back. BUT, I bought a very handy dandy Bissell rug sweeper. If you have dogs in the house, this is the best for the in- between vacuming times..okay every second Saturday if I am up to it..heh. Jest kiddin, every three weeks if I don't see hair growing out of the rugs.
It seems the older I get the less I care about being Ms. Tidie. It will wait. There is always to much bullshit going on in our lives to worry other than a little dog hair or a few crumbs. I don't worry about dust, because I can't see it unless the sun comes in and I go "holy shit". After that, I give myself a good spanking, and say to myself, self, did you not see that dust? Self says, yes I did, but fortheloveofmike...it just seemed like so much work. whine.
The writing is on the wall. If Gord ever dies, I will be a bag lady. I will have a Schwinn bicycle ( I know this because I bought one 20 years ago, and it's still in our garage)...and I will peruse your garbage. It's white. So, you will recognize me. I will be wearing a red hoodie and jeans. But I think the tires are flat, I don't know if I can pedal that hard. Let's see.
I have to get the house ready for sale by next summer, so I'm thinking, lets just put out every piece of furniture we own (one at a time) on garbage day, by next summer we should be able hear an echo in this place. It will be just Gord, Penny and me and my laptop. I like to travel light.
Now I just have to figure out a way to pay my Mastercard. I am bringing a pail of plums from my plum tree to my boss tomorrow (because he loves his plums) and ask for a raise. Wish me luck. I might just be plumb out of luck...who know's.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
My Gordie Good Guy..
I couldn't find a better picture of him today, because I just removed a trillion pics from my computer and this is the only one left, other than the "plow boy" series. He has since lost a ton of weight...so, you go plow boy!!I always knew Gord was a very kind, and sympathetic soul. His kindness has got him into some deep doo doo when people interpreted his caring for being a busy body. He was never that, he always just wants to do the right thing, and sometimes he steps on peoples toes without meaning to. He has always had other peoples best interest in mind, even though you wouldn't guess if from his gruff exterior.
Over this last year he has been visiting an old friend. His name is Ron. Gord went to a Technical College after high school, and took a Refrigeration and Appliance course. After graduation he applied at Eaton's who were at that time a huge store in Winnipeg. They sold and did appliance repair, and he was very anxious to get on with them....and he did.
There he met his mentor, Ron. Ron showed him the ropes and guided him through his career until Gord started his own business. Ron was a Race Car Driver, Gord liked racing, so they became fast friends. I soon met his wife after that, and we became good friends as well. Ron loved motor homes, and he and his wife and son would go to all the races with it all over the US. Of course, Gord wanted a motor home too, so we bought an old one because we didn't have the bucks for the fancy crap, and spent many weekends with them camping out in the Whiteshell. They always said, if you have motor home, you have to have a dog....so it was then I got the love of my life...my Munchie the motor home diva. With my sweet daddy wearing his hat.
It became apparent about 10 years ago, Ron had a drinking problem, and things went from bad to worse in his marriage. His wife of 43 years left him. Since then things have slowly been slipping away from him. He too had started a business after leaving Eaton's, and this was slowly starting to get away from him because he drank too much. Gord used to see him about once a week, because he repaired Timers" for appliances, so their friendship continued long after his wife left him. His son, took over the business about a year ago and brought it to his house to run. His dad was not able to look after it properly.
Since then Gord has made an effort to stop in his house at least once every two weeks or so, and look in on him. Well, these last two months have been an eye opener. Ron used to have his little repair shop in the basement of his home, and now he decided he was going to live in the basement. It was a business/rec room down there. He had all the amenities to live comfortably down there if needed. But, as time went on Gord found him drinking more and more...he wasn't taking care of himself anymore, his feet were swollen like balloons. Gord tried to get him to go to a doctor, but he flatly refused. When he and his wife separated, he kept their little poodle "Blackie". Blackie is now blind and deaf, and could not even find his water bowl and food when Gord came over.. And Ron could not get off his chair...it was so bad. Gord was carrying the little poodle to his dish for water, and trying to get Ron to eat... all I can say it was sad.
On the day of Ellen's memorial, Gord dialed into his messages on his answering machine at work . There was one from Ron. "I have fallen off my chair, and I cannot not get up." Gord went into panic mode...this was ten minutes before we were about to leave for the chapel!! So, we decided to split up, he would go to Ron's house and I would try to find the funeral chapel on my own...yikes...I'm the worst at following directions ...and this was on the other side of the city which I wasn't familiar with. I got there driving the big ole stinking Lincoln which takes up two car lengths on the street. I should have taken the Explorer, but we were in a panic and forgot. When Gord got there, Ron was on the floor, unable to move, and pissed off. Gord told him he was going to call 911 and get him to the hospital. Ron refused, and said "Gord, if you do that our friendship is over". Gord was hurt and confused. He propped him back in his chair, got him a bucket to piss in, and brought down some water and food (which he never eats anyway). He managed to get to the chapel just as the service started.
The man has been helpless for the last two weeks after he couldn't walk anymore...sitting downstairs in a basement with a his deaf and blind dog, who was dying as well. Where was the family you say!!! ....Yeah, they were doing tough love. You brought this on, you deal with it!! Gord and I have been through two other experiences with his sisters who were alcoholics, so I know people just don't want to deal with it, because usually you get your ass kicked if you try.
Today Gord made a decision this morning, he was going to get Ron the help he needed and that was the end of it.. so what...if Ron didn't want to be his friend anymore. And he did it!!
Ron had told him yesterday, if Gord could get a doctor to come a see him (in his dirty filthy basement) he would do what the doc ordered. Gord didn't really believe him because he has been farting around saying this..and that and never following through...
So, this morning, we called every crisis line in the city to try to get some help. No house call doc's available on the long weekend. Gawwww.. Gord didn't want to call 911, with all the hoopla included to scare Ron off...so finally after 10 calls someone suggested we phone the "Paramedics"...who will come to your home and assess you without the whole siren shit and give you the real facts to the patient. Gord thought Ron would think they were doctors and would be able to deal with it...And it worked .
He went with them to the hospital without a wimper. Gord followed, and met them at the hospital and stayed with him until he was admitted and settled. Ron thanked him profusely telling him he was so grateful for being their for him. What a turn around. The paramedics told Gord that they thought that Ron would never again be able live in that home again by himself, and would be probably be have to be sent to a nursing home facility....sooo my Gord had to make another decision....the dog.
He called me at 4:00 today and said I got one problem solved, Ron is in the hospital, but I can't leave his little buddy Blackie, blind and deaf in this basement, I have another decision to make. I said I will call the Pembina Veterinary clinic, I know they have a 24 hr. ER for pets. Poor ole Blackie can't even hardly walk, so Gord scooped him up and put in a little basket he found in the house and brought him to the clinic, and had him euthanized. The poor little guy was so dehydrated they could even find a vein, so the had to it the hard way, through the heart, and they wouldn't even let Gordon in to say goodbye. Gordon loves animals, and this just broke his heart, he told me he was crying in the vet's office...My Gord doesn't cry too often...
So, he came home, and we sat on the deck and talked. He told me all the gorry details, and then he said, I wonder what I should do with the dog...THE DOG!..I thought the dog was dead....yes, he said but he is my truck..THE TRUCK! Yes, he said, in a teenie dog coffin..DOG COFFIN?
So, now I got a dead dog in our truck on the driveway in a coffin. He didn't want to dispose of the dog before he gets in touch with his son tomorrow when he gets back from the long weekend at the lake ..I'm guessing if he let his father to get in this state,......he won't be giving a crap about the dog... But that's not how Gordon's mind works...He covers his bases.
He went to bed a few minutes ago, finally....after three days of total stress with his friend. I'm so glad it is over, because he does not need this...and I worry.
I still can't believe I have a dead dog in our truck.. He was so emotional when he came home, he said he couldn't put him on the cold garage floor, so he left him on the seat in his little coffin with the windows open.......What was he thinking? Good thing we have the day off tomorrow, to find a home for "Blackie".... we will take him out to our new new property we bought, and let the little guy rest in peace. He deserves it.
Does anyone's world get weirder than ours??
Friday, August 31, 2007
Ellen..the eulogy
I am honoured to be here this morning. I will be speaking in behalf of some
of Ellen’s blogging friends from around the world. I hope I can convey their thoughts to you in a meaningful manner.
of Ellen’s blogging friends from around the world. I hope I can convey their thoughts to you in a meaningful manner.
A short explanation of a blog would be a:
Blog is short for weblog. A weblog is a journal (or newsletter) that is frequently updated and intended for general public consumption. Blogs generally represent the personality of the author or the Web site.
I have received so many messages from her blogging friends this last week, and they all wish me well, and assure me they will be the wind on my back while I am speaking, and reflecting their thoughts of this wonderful woman.
Many of her friends have been so kind to give me some direction where to go with this. Her blogger friend Susan summed it all up in a email to me, and this is how she described it:
For people who are not part of the Blog community, it may be difficult for them to conceive the depth of feeling and care that Bloggers develop for each other. The Blogesphere, as it is affectionately referred to by those involved, is a network of people from around the world, that otherwise would never have had the opportunity to know each other. These relationships are very real and the support and encouragement amongst this huge group of friends is deep and genuine.
When fellow Bloggers are in crisis of any sort, word goes out on the web and friends come to leave offers of prayer and kind words on their blog. She went on to say Ellen was an inspiration to her during her nieces trying battle with Cancer last summer. She said, Ellen was a huge support, though she herself was battling the same demon. Perhaps her own suffering made her more understanding of what other cancer fighters were going through. Instead of being bitter or resentful of her condition, she was graceful and courageous, she used that understanding to encourage others and their families through similar times.
That, sums up how the blogging community works. We are just like your next door neighbour when a crisis occurs, but sometimes we are miles apart.
I would like to thank all the bloggers who took the time to write me and give their thoughts. I won’t have time to put all your thoughts in this eulogy, but I will try to do a short version of it:
Brian – from Oklahoma – a fellow teacher
I would like to thank all the bloggers who took the time to write me and give their thoughts. I won’t have time to put all your thoughts in this eulogy, but I will try to do a short version of it:
Brian – from Oklahoma – a fellow teacher
Here in Oklahoma we refer to people like Ellen as someone who had “her head screwed on straight”. She had morals and values, a sense of right and wrong, common sense, and sense of perspective. She had a relationship with her husband that she treasured. She fought valiantly, exhibiting a sense of grace and courage that many of us can aspire to. Godspeed my friend.
Sally..in somewhere USA:
Ellen’s generosity of spirit, her willingness to help others whether she met them in person or not; her compassion when she thought we were hurting. I will never forget the many, many hours she spent cross-stitching a beautiful piece or art she made for me at one of my weakest moments. She was always trying to make other feel better even in her own time of pain and crisis.
Herman:
Who was a blogger friend from Holland, from where her parents originated.
Some of his thoughts were when he and Ellen would chat on “Live Messenger,” and he would communicate in Dutch and she in English. He said “Such a chat party could take sometimes more than an hour or more because we had so much pleasure in “talking” this way with each other. She felt a strong link with this country and sometime almost became “Yankerd”…(cryer) because she had found a Dutch contact.
Goodbye Ellen, look down now and then, bless each of us who love you so much with good memories of a wonderful friend.
Barbara:
Curtis and Ellen kept me believing that true love exists. I am not saying this lightly. I had given up on ever finding anyone but their blogs kept me believing that it would happen for me too. “And it did.” Ellen is one of the world’s most beautiful people. I am so honoured that I have had the opportunity of know her through blogging.
Penny Halston:
A mother of a student Ellen taught in school.
I began reading her blog before she had cancer. I read all her delightful stories of her youth and adventures as a high school teacher. I read about her dear husband and the loving marriage they had. I was lucky enough to meet her twice. Once when my dad was having treatment for cancer, and then when she was in the hospital. Ellen has appreciated the wonder and joys of this life more that some people do in a lifetime. It is an honour to be counted a friend and I will never forget you.
Anne Baldwin:
Who called Ellen “puppycakes”, and was a member of her cancer support group for 5 years. Ellen wrote short stories on their site, which they encouraged her to get published. We all loved her, she said. She gave her support to everyone. She will be missed by us all.
Bobbie:
We have lost a wonderful member of the blogging community. Ellen inspired me with her warmth, her giving ways, her sense of humour and her wonderful ways with words.
Faye:
I knew Curtis first, then got to know Ellen and love Ellen also through blogging. What I remember most is her enthusiasm for decorating for Christmas. She would be so excited to bring everything out and would share pictures of their “Magic Christmas Tree.” Then after Christmas she would wonder if maybe it was her last time putting away the decorations. I’d be thrilled when another Christmas came and she could start over again.
The love between Ellen and Curtis was beyond comparison.
People who don’t blog don’t understand how close a community we’ve become. They don’t understand when we speak of each other as friends.
Shirley:
Daughter of Ellen’s brother Lawrence.
Despite the problems she had, she remained supportive and enquired about how YOU were doing. I had medical problems and when I last saw her she was asking how I was doing. She even managed to give me some support and advise as how to handle it. I am glad my aunt had such a huge support network.
KATHY WROTE:
Ellen and I began corresponding via email. Ellen had been diagnosed with renal cell (kidney) cancer in July 2001, at the time we began corresponding, her cancer was in remission, but in November 2004 it was found to have metastasized.
Ellen was keenly interested in the people she came into contact with, and there was always a special bond between her and my son Steven. The cancer was a point of shared experience between them, but not the main point, neither of them have ever been defined by their disease. Both of them share great compassion and a strong love of nature and wildlife.
In 2005 we were planning Steven's Make A Wish trip to see the polar bears in Churchill, Manitoba and our flight was arriving in Winnipeg. Ellen lived in Winnipeg and we made arrangements to meet.
Bears On Broadway is an annual display in Winnipeg, different organizations paint lifesize polar bears and they are displayed on the main street and around town. Ellen had written to Steven about it several months in advance of our trip there.
The bears are put away for the winter, and it turned out they would be put away about two weeks before we were due to arrive for Steven's Make A Wish trip.
Ellen was meeting with her financial planner and when she mentioned that Steven would be coming to Winnipeg to begin his Make A Wish trip, he said it would be possible to arrange for Steven to see the bears in their winter storage area. It was a magical day, thanks to Ellen and her financial planner and Doneta who rose to the occasion in short order and got us taken care of after our luggage failed to arrive in time for our trip to the arctic.
This last December I got together a few friends of Ellen's, those I could find email addresses for and who responded to me, and together we folded over 1000 origami cranes for her. The cranes represented our appreciation of her friendship and our prayers that she could overcome her illness.
She left before any of us were ready for her to go, but she leaves behind her a legacy of compassion and love.
Two and a half years ago, Ellen wrote:
I have conducted my daily life with two questions in mind: What would Jesus do? And what will people have to say about me after I'm gone? For it is my desire to leave behind as many positive marks, no matter how minute. This has especially shaped me as a teacher, a vocation whose responsibilities I took very seriously. Little did I know that, at the age of fifty, I would be prematurely faced with the reality of my own mortality. I guess you could say I'm glad I didn't wait until the last minute to put my house in order.
Ellen, your work has been exceptional, you get an A. I know what you heard when you stood before our Maker, "Well done, good and faithful servant."
That my friends is what the blogger community is all about, I have only touched the surface here, and wish I could have read each and everyone I was sent. Some from complete strangers. Like Jenny from Spokane WA, who will make a donation to the “Dawn of Hope” in Johnson City TN, in memory of Ellen Crush and in honour of her brother John Holloway.
Joan says:
I live in Winnipeg, and only met Ellen once, when she was in the hospital. Most bloggers never get to meet each other. I was one of the lucky ones. She was so supportive when my husband had medical problems 6 months ago, and continually commented on my blog when I was down and out.
What first drew me to Ellen was her sense of humour, all medical issues aside. She was quick, and never missed a beat. We had a lot of laughs over the years, personally I think she was laughing or cringing at my grammar and my spelling, it was hard writing a blog with a “teacher” reading it! And she was a pretty good rapper too, I bet you didn’t know that! Well, I don’t want to be telling tales out of school, so I will leave that alone. I will miss her so very much.
So, Ellen, save a seat for me, I’ll be seeing you on the other side, you will recognize me, I will be the one trying to smuggle in a bottle of wine.
Your friend
Joanie Balonie…
Joanie Balonie…
I sincerely hope I didn't mix up names etc. if I did I think it remained unnoticed.
I was pretty nervous, but just before the service started Father Robin, sat down beside me. I was on a bench in the back by myself, because I was still waiting for my husband to appear (that is for another blog.)
"Who could miss me," pouring through my notes with fits of anxiety. So he must have caught on and hit on the most nervous looking chick in the chapel. He sat down beside me and asked..if I was Sharon or Joan... He knew we would both be speaking. What a wonderful guy he is. He put me at ease, and we talked for about 5 minutes. Until my husband phoned, and I forgot to turn off my cell phone in the chapel...Ellen forgive me, but fortunately this was before the service.
The service was beautiful, I cried and I laughed. Her brothers are a hoot, and I now know where she got her sense of humour. Her two brothers did a eulogy that surpassed none. They were witty, cried, and told stories of her I had never heard. I didn't realize she grew up on Morley Avenue, where I spent all my vacations as a kid with my cousins.. I loved that area of out city. When we were told she always spent time at the Community Clubs helping out in the summers, I remember my cousin Linda doing the same thing, and she became a teacher after that too.
The hardest part after the service was when we were supposed to go to the front, and greet the family. Because we were sitting in the back, we were the first to go. I wondered how most of them would take to strangers like us giving our condolences; but like Ellen they were gracious. I gave Curtis and handshake, like I usually like to do, but then I thought this guys needs a peck on the cheek....and I did...what's next...I will be hugging people....oy
When we left, I had to go right back to work, because my co-worker had to be in a wedding party for his brother this evening.
So, sorry Curtis we didn't stay for lunch, I would have loved to.
Take care my friend.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
I am finished
Writing the eulogy. I was going to leave it until 5 minutes before the service, like I usually do with things that need to be done ahead of time, but hey, I am two days ahead of myself. But, I promise you I will change it 9876.2 times before it ever gets read.
I didn't really have to do any work, all those that responded did it for me, much better than I could have. I am just the messenger. Plus I put in a little of my own stuff. I hope everyone will like it. It was hard to do.
I have been trying to "clean up" for the service. I bought a "pant suit." I couldn't show up in jeans and a hoodie, so I bought something nice for a change. Of course the sleeves were too long and so were the pants. But it fit, and looked somewhat slimming. Slimming is what I was after. I look like a executive...of what? ... maybe a seniors centre...I don't know, but I sure feel like bossing someone around when I'm wearing it.
So, I was looking at the long sleeves and long pants, and going gawwwwblahhhhshit. I hate hemming clothes. So, I started to hem and haw...heh..and decided hey ...why don't I bring this to a reputable hemming place and let them do this shit? Normally I hem my own stuff, and the outcome is that one pant leg is much shorter than the other one, then I re do it and it still is all f'kd up, and I finally cut the hem off and let it fray...and fagetaboutit. But these dud's were to fancy dancy for that.
So I took it some place ...I don't know where...Stitching are Us? ... something like that. It's a new place in the mall next door owned by two newly immigrated Chinese people, who don't speak so good anglais.
I went in their shop, and the man was ironing stuff on a computer table, and the wife was at the front counter. I asked her if they did alterations, and she said..."yay"...then she said "what you got"...as she grabbed the bag from my hand. I said it's a pant suit. She said...pan su? I said yes, a pant suit, pants and a jacket. ohhhhh she said...okay. She took it out of the bag, and said...wa you want? I said 1/2" off the sleeves of the jacket, and I'm not sure about the pants. In the blink of on eye she had a clothes pin on the sleeve of the jacket to indicate where it was supposed to be shortened , and then she said..tak off pants. Blink... I said take off pants where? Ofver by door she said...the door? As far as I could see that led back into the mall. Trying to be polite, I said...where are the change rooms, she threw up her arm so fast she almost knocked me over...and pointed to a little changing room beside the doorway.
So, I went into this little teenie cubicle the size of ...well, just about nothing. After trying to take off my jeans and put on my new pants all squinched in the cube, I almost had a panic attack. I took the bag the new pants were in and did a few deep breaths in it so I wouldn't pass out, and got the hell out of there. Once I was out, she said...get in mirr! Mirror, where is their a mirror? ovva dar..mir! hup hup... He arm flew up again and almost poked my eye out for theloveofadick. I get to the mirror with my long pants dragging on the floor, and before I actually get there she comes at me with a huge pin. I measure..she says..okay says I just keep the pin away from my eyes. She gets down rolls up my pants, sticks in the pin, and say..dat okay then? I said, I don't know, I am wearing flat shoes, and with these pants I will be wearing about 2 inche heals. Well, now I have gone and done it...SHE is flying off, saying..I not know if you not got shoes.....then she takes off HER sandal with a heal about 2" inches, and says..put on!..and she means business. Well it was one of those sandals with the toe thing in the middle, and I was wearing socks, so I couldn't get it on....and it was still warm...and I was starting to puke. I finally stood on top of the "warm" sandal while she measured. Finally we came to an agreement. I went back in the entsie cube and changed. When I came out she grabbed the pants, took them back to the counter, and said cash or debit? Huh?... I have to pay before the work is done? I guess so, because I wasn't about to argue with her anymore or she would have kung fued me, I am sure. So, I paid her, and then she said, "bye bye git out" as she once more lifted her arm and pointed towards the door. Did I just hear that right...bye bye git out? I think I did. So, I said..pardon me...and lifted her big ole arm again, pointed to the door and said bye bye git out. Finally I realized she was trying to show me the way out, because I must have looked disoriented after having cubicleitious. I walked back to my car in a daze wondering if I wouldn't be wearing jeans and a hoodie to the memorial after all.
I didn't really have to do any work, all those that responded did it for me, much better than I could have. I am just the messenger. Plus I put in a little of my own stuff. I hope everyone will like it. It was hard to do.
I have been trying to "clean up" for the service. I bought a "pant suit." I couldn't show up in jeans and a hoodie, so I bought something nice for a change. Of course the sleeves were too long and so were the pants. But it fit, and looked somewhat slimming. Slimming is what I was after. I look like a executive...of what? ... maybe a seniors centre...I don't know, but I sure feel like bossing someone around when I'm wearing it.
So, I was looking at the long sleeves and long pants, and going gawwwwblahhhhshit. I hate hemming clothes. So, I started to hem and haw...heh..and decided hey ...why don't I bring this to a reputable hemming place and let them do this shit? Normally I hem my own stuff, and the outcome is that one pant leg is much shorter than the other one, then I re do it and it still is all f'kd up, and I finally cut the hem off and let it fray...and fagetaboutit. But these dud's were to fancy dancy for that.
So I took it some place ...I don't know where...Stitching are Us? ... something like that. It's a new place in the mall next door owned by two newly immigrated Chinese people, who don't speak so good anglais.
I went in their shop, and the man was ironing stuff on a computer table, and the wife was at the front counter. I asked her if they did alterations, and she said..."yay"...then she said "what you got"...as she grabbed the bag from my hand. I said it's a pant suit. She said...pan su? I said yes, a pant suit, pants and a jacket. ohhhhh she said...okay. She took it out of the bag, and said...wa you want? I said 1/2" off the sleeves of the jacket, and I'm not sure about the pants. In the blink of on eye she had a clothes pin on the sleeve of the jacket to indicate where it was supposed to be shortened , and then she said..tak off pants. Blink... I said take off pants where? Ofver by door she said...the door? As far as I could see that led back into the mall. Trying to be polite, I said...where are the change rooms, she threw up her arm so fast she almost knocked me over...and pointed to a little changing room beside the doorway.
So, I went into this little teenie cubicle the size of ...well, just about nothing. After trying to take off my jeans and put on my new pants all squinched in the cube, I almost had a panic attack. I took the bag the new pants were in and did a few deep breaths in it so I wouldn't pass out, and got the hell out of there. Once I was out, she said...get in mirr! Mirror, where is their a mirror? ovva dar..mir! hup hup... He arm flew up again and almost poked my eye out for theloveofadick. I get to the mirror with my long pants dragging on the floor, and before I actually get there she comes at me with a huge pin. I measure..she says..okay says I just keep the pin away from my eyes. She gets down rolls up my pants, sticks in the pin, and say..dat okay then? I said, I don't know, I am wearing flat shoes, and with these pants I will be wearing about 2 inche heals. Well, now I have gone and done it...SHE is flying off, saying..I not know if you not got shoes.....then she takes off HER sandal with a heal about 2" inches, and says..put on!..and she means business. Well it was one of those sandals with the toe thing in the middle, and I was wearing socks, so I couldn't get it on....and it was still warm...and I was starting to puke. I finally stood on top of the "warm" sandal while she measured. Finally we came to an agreement. I went back in the entsie cube and changed. When I came out she grabbed the pants, took them back to the counter, and said cash or debit? Huh?... I have to pay before the work is done? I guess so, because I wasn't about to argue with her anymore or she would have kung fued me, I am sure. So, I paid her, and then she said, "bye bye git out" as she once more lifted her arm and pointed towards the door. Did I just hear that right...bye bye git out? I think I did. So, I said..pardon me...and lifted her big ole arm again, pointed to the door and said bye bye git out. Finally I realized she was trying to show me the way out, because I must have looked disoriented after having cubicleitious. I walked back to my car in a daze wondering if I wouldn't be wearing jeans and a hoodie to the memorial after all.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
It's Always Something
Thunderheads are looming over my head. I'm playing Russian Roulette with them, because it will only take one "boomer" to try to get my laptop, power cord, dog, and wine back into the house without dropping something. It looks like it's coming in from the "South" not a good thing, when they come in from the West you know what to expect. The humidity must be over the top tonight. Something ... she is a brewing.
I spent the afternoon re-arranging my furniture...ummm blog. It was as dirty as a pig in a pig poke. I sent them little swines back to the Internet until further notice.
Last night I got myself in a tizzy. Curtis had graciously answered one of my emails, and I started thinking to myself, perhaps I have a been a little over zealous, while I was on his blog, redirecting people to mine for their thoughts on Ellen. I started to feel like a blog thief!! Then I thought perhaps Curtis was only trying to be nice, and wouldn't like me re-directing his traffic like a Cop who hadn't got his quota of tickets for a day..... Poor Curtis, I sent him an email apologizing for this, and this morning he sent me one back...going..huh? I had myself totally convinced that I had done the wrong thing....lord I'm stupid. Like the guy needs more stress. I'm sure he will glad to the last of my sorry arse. heh.....
I have received so many comments from Ellen's friends, it is unbelievable, and they all have the same things to say about her, but under different circumstances. I would like to thank you all, and I hope you don't mind if I steal some of your words. I know, I am only supposed to talk about the blogging community and not do a personal Eulogy, which I couldn't because I didn't know her in real life, but y'all have given me more than I expected..Thanks, because whatever I say, I know you will have my back.....unless I screw up...then you can pretend you never knew me.
I'm glad to report baby bro, is doing well. He had his pace maker put in on Friday at 3:00 PM. It was supposed to happen at 10:30 AM, but he got bumped for more serious cases. He got out the next day. I just talked to my SIL and she said he was sore, but doing good. Another hurdle overcome...just waiting for the next shoe to drop, because folks, IT IS ALWAYS SOMETHING! And it's starting to piss me off.
I was going to roast a chicken in the oven tonight, and when the oven temp was right I opened the door to put in Mr. Chicken Little and what did to my eyes appear....pots that didn't fit in the dishwasher my dear.. during the week. All nicely charred with bits of crap that was in them. I thought it smelled like something was cooking in the house before I actually cooked it! Fortunately, it wasn't to0 bad and I cleaned it up in no time. The moral of this story is...Retire at 60, because when you hit 61 and are still working, de brain she don't works so good. If you are retired and still put dirty pots in the oven...get help.
It's getting a might windy now, the thunderheads have cleared off and it's getting cool.
I slept in so late this morning, I wasn't hungry for lunch, but now I could take those charred pots and lick em clean out. Supper should be ready soon.
I spent the afternoon re-arranging my furniture...ummm blog. It was as dirty as a pig in a pig poke. I sent them little swines back to the Internet until further notice.
Last night I got myself in a tizzy. Curtis had graciously answered one of my emails, and I started thinking to myself, perhaps I have a been a little over zealous, while I was on his blog, redirecting people to mine for their thoughts on Ellen. I started to feel like a blog thief!! Then I thought perhaps Curtis was only trying to be nice, and wouldn't like me re-directing his traffic like a Cop who hadn't got his quota of tickets for a day..... Poor Curtis, I sent him an email apologizing for this, and this morning he sent me one back...going..huh? I had myself totally convinced that I had done the wrong thing....lord I'm stupid. Like the guy needs more stress. I'm sure he will glad to the last of my sorry arse. heh.....
I have received so many comments from Ellen's friends, it is unbelievable, and they all have the same things to say about her, but under different circumstances. I would like to thank you all, and I hope you don't mind if I steal some of your words. I know, I am only supposed to talk about the blogging community and not do a personal Eulogy, which I couldn't because I didn't know her in real life, but y'all have given me more than I expected..Thanks, because whatever I say, I know you will have my back.....unless I screw up...then you can pretend you never knew me.
I'm glad to report baby bro, is doing well. He had his pace maker put in on Friday at 3:00 PM. It was supposed to happen at 10:30 AM, but he got bumped for more serious cases. He got out the next day. I just talked to my SIL and she said he was sore, but doing good. Another hurdle overcome...just waiting for the next shoe to drop, because folks, IT IS ALWAYS SOMETHING! And it's starting to piss me off.
I was going to roast a chicken in the oven tonight, and when the oven temp was right I opened the door to put in Mr. Chicken Little and what did to my eyes appear....pots that didn't fit in the dishwasher my dear.. during the week. All nicely charred with bits of crap that was in them. I thought it smelled like something was cooking in the house before I actually cooked it! Fortunately, it wasn't to0 bad and I cleaned it up in no time. The moral of this story is...Retire at 60, because when you hit 61 and are still working, de brain she don't works so good. If you are retired and still put dirty pots in the oven...get help.
It's getting a might windy now, the thunderheads have cleared off and it's getting cool.
I slept in so late this morning, I wasn't hungry for lunch, but now I could take those charred pots and lick em clean out. Supper should be ready soon.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Ellen
This is the picture I always liked best on her blog.I was a little late to the news yesterday that she had passed away, but I was thinking of her on and off all day for some reason.
I wanted desperately to try to help in any way I could, so I offered Curtis a choice of two things:
1.) I would be available to speak at her funeral as part of her blogger community, which I knew meant a lot to her. Maybe I'm not the right person, as she has so many friends from far and wide, but I thought I am here in the same city and maybe I can put all your thoughts and words along with mine to give tribute to a truly fine blogger. I will do my best.
2.) I also told him if that wasn't what he wanted I would bake some pies, and even though Curtis loves him some pie, he made the right choice, because my pies could do some intestinal damage. So, yes, he took the better of the two:)
So, if anyone one has some memories and special thoughts about Ellen or how blogging brings us all together in sickness and in health, I would appreciate hearing from you. I have started writing down some of my own thoughts about the blogging community and how it has made a difference to me.
I find it very special. You meet people who have all the same problems you do, and you don't feel so alone in this crazy world. We celebrate their triumphs and cry when life hands them a lemon...that's just the way it is in the blogger world. Sometimes it is easier to type out your fears than talk to a pair of eyes next to you. I hope I can explain that to a room full of people who probably have never heard of blogging.
I wanted to change my template today, because I didn't think the pig theme was very befitting for the occasion, but I didn't want to loose haloscan again just in case people were commenting. So, I didn't...I think Ellen would have had a good laugh..trust me to put up a stupid template when the one I had would have been more befitting. You would think I have learned my lesson by now... but no.
So your comments will be greatly appreciated. I will make you proud.
as always...Joanie balonie
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
My Babee Bro & Ellen
Is back in the hospital.
More heart problems...two years of being in an out of the ER...gawwwwwwwwww.
Tomorrow, a pace maker. I just hope he lives that long, his heart rate is so very low.
What is it with men and their big ole hearts?
This is breaking mine. I'm so scared.
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Got the news this morning that my blogger friend Ellen won't be with us much longer. I don't know how to express myself. I knew when I went to see her that it wasn't good, but I was hoping for some more quality time between her and Curtis, but the big ole frickin "C" doesn't care one bit. It bites you in the ass and doesn't ask any questions.
Sometimes I wonder, how many more dollars do we have to put into our health care systems, to find out what is causing this horrible disease. I remember Polio when I was a kid, they found a vaccine and I was spared the effects of it, but not the poor little guy next door. He fought a long road to recovery.
It's a crap shoot my friends.
I found this comment on Curtis's blog today ....and I wanted to share it because it sums it all up, and because it's from my fav gal in the world Gilda Radner...."It's Always Something" my blog's namesake.
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next." ~Gilda Radner
Ellen my friend ...rest well
Garry my bro..get well..joanie balonie loves you!!
More heart problems...two years of being in an out of the ER...gawwwwwwwwww.
Tomorrow, a pace maker. I just hope he lives that long, his heart rate is so very low.
What is it with men and their big ole hearts?
This is breaking mine. I'm so scared.
.....................
Got the news this morning that my blogger friend Ellen won't be with us much longer. I don't know how to express myself. I knew when I went to see her that it wasn't good, but I was hoping for some more quality time between her and Curtis, but the big ole frickin "C" doesn't care one bit. It bites you in the ass and doesn't ask any questions.
Sometimes I wonder, how many more dollars do we have to put into our health care systems, to find out what is causing this horrible disease. I remember Polio when I was a kid, they found a vaccine and I was spared the effects of it, but not the poor little guy next door. He fought a long road to recovery.
It's a crap shoot my friends.
I found this comment on Curtis's blog today ....and I wanted to share it because it sums it all up, and because it's from my fav gal in the world Gilda Radner...."It's Always Something" my blog's namesake.
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next." ~Gilda Radner
Ellen my friend ...rest well
Garry my bro..get well..joanie balonie loves you!!
Monday, August 20, 2007
Trailers for sale or rent.........
Bird house for Sale: Fixer upper (from my deck)
Particulars:
** 1 bedroom, newer straw, never been smoked in.
** Thatched roof, needs minor repairs.
** Additional "lean to" on right side of the house for extra egg storage
** Located in a wooded back yard
Owners are motivated to sell, as their children have gone South.
** Offers
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Personals: Vintage old broad (from my year book)
Particulars:**Odometer reading: 61 years
**Colour: White, no rust .. all original parts
**Likes: Going for long walks on the beach in the rain, drinking a little wine and reading from the bible.
**Dislikes: Headcheese
** Offers...or call 999-9865 for free phone sex.
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BARFIE BALLOON RIDES: (from my deck)
** We are an established Balloon Ride Company, our safety records surpass none.
Our rides start at $50.00 per ride, all inclusive.
For those that are on a budget take note, the following will be extra:
** The basket
** Propane
** The Operator
** Bandages
...This Hot Air balloon took a nose dive just minutes after I took the pic. No one was hurt.
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SERVICES: PLOW BOY:(Gord)
We will plow your driveway for only 45.99/per square foot day or night. Call us at "Plows Are Us," for a free estimate. If it starts to melt after we get there, we are sorry, you still have to pay for the original amount of snow at the time of estimate. We are a very busy company and if we don't get to you by spring, tough shit...you signed the contract. See our services for WATER REMOVAL in your yellow pages of the phone book.
PETS FOR SALE:
Female cross dresser: (Penny)
** Part Daschund und ich weiss nicht vat else.
** Loves laundry day, and wears anything from men's shorts over her head to women's fine lingerie, she is so bi.
** Likes children, if they are quite, don't move, and are not seen.
** Loves to take long walks on the beach in the rain, and read the bible.
** Will take offers $$
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UNUSUAL PRODUCE FOR SALE:
KARUTS KNOLL:
** Find unusual mutant carrots in our shop. We specialize in Bunny Karut ears. However, you can find some more of our erotic Karut lines in our "Smutte Shoppe."
** Bunny Karut ears: Start at 5.99 - 10.99 depending on the size of the "ears."
** Karut Dildo's: Start at $24.95...add an additional $5.00 per inch. (see our catalogue)
Prices are subject to change, depending on fertilizer costs.
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USED APPAREL FOR SALE:
Our "going on our honeymoon misfits"...
** 1 - Men's used Leisure Suit, only worn once in 1972. Orange shirt, and tacky tie included.
$$ Offers, can be seen on EBay. Just use the keyword "tacky."
** 1 - Women's...vintage "going away" Granny Dress. Purse extra, because it was so cool.
ONE OF A KIND FOLKS!
Package price: $ 599.99 ..taxes extra.
That's all folkies.
(for some damn reason there is a huge space between this and the comments...scroll down if you wanna). Or you could just keep on looking at the pigs!
Friday, August 17, 2007
In the spirit of Elvis week... I bring you
"YOU AIN'T NOTHING BUT A SCHWEINHUND" .."CRYING ALL TIME."
JimBob it's so worth the 5 bucks "merican." Where do I send my money order? I promise I won't post your address on the ENTIRE INTERNET.
When I saw these little piggies ON A FREE TEMPLATE I caved. There are hundred more, so I will be changing it on a weekly basis. The bet is now over, sorry bud. I am weak.
So, let's talk about Elvis.
I was 14 and "crying all the time"...because my dad called him "swivel hips"... and made fun of him on the Ed Sullivan show, WHILE I WAS TRYING TO WATCH! There was nothing more humiliating to a ripening teenager than having a father, mother and an asshole little brother making fun of Elvis..WHILE I was WAS TRYING TO WATCH HIM SWIVEL.
Dad: We aren't going to watch Ed Sullivan tonight, it's just that "Elvis the pelvis" guy.
Joanie: Are trying to ruin my life?
Dad: No, we will turn the channel back to Ed, when the Acrobats come back on.
Joanie: (Now sitting in front of the TV, so nobody can come over and switch the channel).
Dad: Move over, we're going to watch the hockey game, and come back to Ed later.
Joanie: ARE YOU TRYING TO RUIN MY LIFE!
Dad: Yes
Joanie: Tearful by now...sobbing .. "why is everyone always against me"..whaaa whaa, I can't watch anything I want to..whaa whaa, while asshole brother is fueling the flames with his two cents worth. Bastard.
Dad: Okay, already, he's on right now........... and he sang, and he swivelled and I swooned and I mooned to his tunes. I blocked out all the outside chatter about the pelvis crap. I was officially in love. We could hardly pick up TV reception in the country, so he was kind of blurry, but in my minds eye, I knew, he was the one for me. Until Prisilla came along..whoa didn't he get my letter from..THE PRESIDENT..of the Elvis Fan Club of Altona? I guess not, because he broke my heart, but I never stopped loving him as only a 14 year old could.
I had an old record player, my neighbour had given me, it only played 78's. A huge record with only one song on it. The first record I ever bought was "Don't" by Elvis. It was so romantic, I would lie in bed at night playing it over and over while my new found hormones sucked him into my soul, or thighs, I'm not sure.
It was an era I will never forget, I was so crazy about the new music that was evolving, and when Richie Valens and the Big Bopper died in a airplane crash, I damn near blew a fuse. After they died, someone wrote a song, I can't remember the name of it, but some of the lyrics were: Look up to the sky,up towards the North, there are two bright stars shining..laaa laa..(can't remember)..but every night before I went to bed I looked up toward the North from my bedroom window, and found those two bright shining stars up towards the North, and cried for them. And then there was Buddy Holly...man I loved him too.
I don't listen to music much anymore. I got stuck in the70's and 80's and left it there. Because every time I hear a tune, I remember the events that led up that period of time, and some are good, and some are just damn terrible. Sometimes I put on Melanie, and listen to "Candles in the Rain" and weep for my younger days. Kris Kristofferson makes me cry too. So, I have put most of them to bed. I still loves me some Janis Joplin and Gracie Slick, and Joe Cocker tunes. I get the music in me after hearing a few of them, and start tapping my toes, swinging my arms, dancing, and winding up in the E.R. Lord.
So....how's the pig template working for youse guys? "Snort"... I'm going to get a little mileage out of this one!!
I just finished supper in the back 40, had me a few ole corn cobs and some crab grass, and later slid on my back in a pile of wet bird and dog shit..gawwd it felt good. Had me a drink at the pond, which I refilled after those bastard blackbirds emptied it yesterday, and went back to the pig pen and porked this first pig I saw. I doesn't get better than that.
How goes it in your pig pen?
JimBob it's so worth the 5 bucks "merican." Where do I send my money order? I promise I won't post your address on the ENTIRE INTERNET.
When I saw these little piggies ON A FREE TEMPLATE I caved. There are hundred more, so I will be changing it on a weekly basis. The bet is now over, sorry bud. I am weak.
So, let's talk about Elvis.
I was 14 and "crying all the time"...because my dad called him "swivel hips"... and made fun of him on the Ed Sullivan show, WHILE I WAS TRYING TO WATCH! There was nothing more humiliating to a ripening teenager than having a father, mother and an asshole little brother making fun of Elvis..WHILE I was WAS TRYING TO WATCH HIM SWIVEL.
Dad: We aren't going to watch Ed Sullivan tonight, it's just that "Elvis the pelvis" guy.
Joanie: Are trying to ruin my life?
Dad: No, we will turn the channel back to Ed, when the Acrobats come back on.
Joanie: (Now sitting in front of the TV, so nobody can come over and switch the channel).
Dad: Move over, we're going to watch the hockey game, and come back to Ed later.
Joanie: ARE YOU TRYING TO RUIN MY LIFE!
Dad: Yes
Joanie: Tearful by now...sobbing .. "why is everyone always against me"..whaaa whaa, I can't watch anything I want to..whaa whaa, while asshole brother is fueling the flames with his two cents worth. Bastard.
Dad: Okay, already, he's on right now........... and he sang, and he swivelled and I swooned and I mooned to his tunes. I blocked out all the outside chatter about the pelvis crap. I was officially in love. We could hardly pick up TV reception in the country, so he was kind of blurry, but in my minds eye, I knew, he was the one for me. Until Prisilla came along..whoa didn't he get my letter from..THE PRESIDENT..of the Elvis Fan Club of Altona? I guess not, because he broke my heart, but I never stopped loving him as only a 14 year old could.
I had an old record player, my neighbour had given me, it only played 78's. A huge record with only one song on it. The first record I ever bought was "Don't" by Elvis. It was so romantic, I would lie in bed at night playing it over and over while my new found hormones sucked him into my soul, or thighs, I'm not sure.
It was an era I will never forget, I was so crazy about the new music that was evolving, and when Richie Valens and the Big Bopper died in a airplane crash, I damn near blew a fuse. After they died, someone wrote a song, I can't remember the name of it, but some of the lyrics were: Look up to the sky,up towards the North, there are two bright stars shining..laaa laa..(can't remember)..but every night before I went to bed I looked up toward the North from my bedroom window, and found those two bright shining stars up towards the North, and cried for them. And then there was Buddy Holly...man I loved him too.
I don't listen to music much anymore. I got stuck in the70's and 80's and left it there. Because every time I hear a tune, I remember the events that led up that period of time, and some are good, and some are just damn terrible. Sometimes I put on Melanie, and listen to "Candles in the Rain" and weep for my younger days. Kris Kristofferson makes me cry too. So, I have put most of them to bed. I still loves me some Janis Joplin and Gracie Slick, and Joe Cocker tunes. I get the music in me after hearing a few of them, and start tapping my toes, swinging my arms, dancing, and winding up in the E.R. Lord.
So....how's the pig template working for youse guys? "Snort"... I'm going to get a little mileage out of this one!!
I just finished supper in the back 40, had me a few ole corn cobs and some crab grass, and later slid on my back in a pile of wet bird and dog shit..gawwd it felt good. Had me a drink at the pond, which I refilled after those bastard blackbirds emptied it yesterday, and went back to the pig pen and porked this first pig I saw. I doesn't get better than that.
How goes it in your pig pen?
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Blackbird Invasion
You know my little eeensie weensie pond I built two years ago, because I was too stinking lazy to build one that was large enough to hold a goldfish.........has become blackbird central. This afternoon when I came home for lunch, I had a least 3334 blackbirds in my garden, overturning everything... the little bastards....they got into the pond and threw over the pump. MY PUMP!..and all the water sprayed out into what I call a flower garden. Flowers on weeds count, don't they? And la pond was emptyo. That little pump has a good heart, because she kept on beating whether she had water in her ventricles or not...sitting on her side busted up by those blackbird bastards. So after surveying the situation I sic'd Penny on them....mother of god, you have never seen so many birds take to fight in one magical moment. I had visions of the movie "The Birds"... Penny rounded them all up, and then took a nap, and they all came back, so I had get off my duff and scare them away. I put on my husband's new Gord's Appliance Shirt...it's Orange. The shirt scared me when he brought it home, so I thought it might scare the blackbirds, and so it did. They thought I was a Appliance Repairman Scarecrow.......off they went to neighbours pond.
Gord went on a spending spree and bought a whole new Uniform package, I may have mentioned this once before, but I did not expect an ORANGE SHIRT. Who would do that? Gord that's who...he's crazy. Crazy like a scarecrow.
Tomorrow I am going to capture those Blackbird Bastards in my flower garden with my camera, and you will know of what I speakest of. They have been in my eaves, digging up shit and pulling all the crap down on to the deck everyday this week. Are they trying to tell me something?? ... like clean you eaves you lazy arseholes....Okay already...I get it. I need a pellet gun...then it be bye bye blackbirds. Okay birdlovers, I will shoot over their heads if they don't fly up when I'm shooting up over their heads they will be in luck, other than that bye bye blackbirds.
Okay, I don't have a gun fortheloveofmike, but I have a catalgue that sells them, nuttin stopping me from ordering one .. is there? Okay, so there it is. I don't know how to shoot a gun and I might just nick one of my neighbours in the noggen by mishtaken, und be sent to da yalehouse mit nathing odder than mein underpanst on. Becouse, I likes to shite das gun mitout meine clothen. Ich habbe eine fetish. Du best be nicht my nachtbours, odder dee mist findest avay to keep dem Kopt to das eart ven I bist schutting das bastard schwartzgebirdens. Und ich have kein sorrynicht. Nein.
Isn't grand to be fluent in more than one language.
Gord went on a spending spree and bought a whole new Uniform package, I may have mentioned this once before, but I did not expect an ORANGE SHIRT. Who would do that? Gord that's who...he's crazy. Crazy like a scarecrow.
Tomorrow I am going to capture those Blackbird Bastards in my flower garden with my camera, and you will know of what I speakest of. They have been in my eaves, digging up shit and pulling all the crap down on to the deck everyday this week. Are they trying to tell me something?? ... like clean you eaves you lazy arseholes....Okay already...I get it. I need a pellet gun...then it be bye bye blackbirds. Okay birdlovers, I will shoot over their heads if they don't fly up when I'm shooting up over their heads they will be in luck, other than that bye bye blackbirds.
Okay, I don't have a gun fortheloveofmike, but I have a catalgue that sells them, nuttin stopping me from ordering one .. is there? Okay, so there it is. I don't know how to shoot a gun and I might just nick one of my neighbours in the noggen by mishtaken, und be sent to da yalehouse mit nathing odder than mein underpanst on. Becouse, I likes to shite das gun mitout meine clothen. Ich habbe eine fetish. Du best be nicht my nachtbours, odder dee mist findest avay to keep dem Kopt to das eart ven I bist schutting das bastard schwartzgebirdens. Und ich have kein sorrynicht. Nein.
Isn't grand to be fluent in more than one language.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
I finally met Ellen this afternoon
It was bittersweet. I wished we could have met when she was still active. I know we would have got along. She is very weak. She didn't move anything other than her head a few times and her hands. She followed along with the conversation between Curtis, her friend Sharon and me, but I don't think she had the energy to do more than answer any questions asked of her.
She still cannot eat, which is making for a whole lot of problems with her blood sugars, and they have started giving her insulin, along with the steroids, and blood transfusions.
I stayed for about an hour, but I could tell she needed to have a rest, so we left.
Curtis was there by her side. He is exactly like I pictured him...exactly! A real nice southern gentleman with just enough attitude to get him by here in Canada ... heh. He took Ellen out yesterday in her wheelchair, which he called a chair on wheels in his blog this morning, I was wondering what the hell that was!! She said it was so great to get out of the room and see the grounds etc.
I met her friend Sharon, gawwd she is so great. Ellen is so lucky to have a friend like that. When we were about to leave she crawled into bed with Ellen and gave her 100 smooches all over her face, she is something else. But you know me, the introvert I just rubbed her shoulder and told her I was so glad to meet her, and I would be back again. I brought some pretty pink flowers for her in a pink vase, and when I got there, she had her flowers organized on the table..pinks on the right, others to the left. So, she still has her organizational skills happening. I brought Curtis some candy, just so he can keep his strength up too.
I will go back to visit next Sunday and hopefully she will rally back a bit with all the med's. Because I would really like to talk to her when she is feeling a bit better. But, I don't know if that will happen. We always had promised to meet one day, but she never knew how she would be feeling from one day to the next, so that never happened....but that is that okay, we did today.
I felt exhausted when I left, I have been at this care facility more times than I care to remember. Both my uncle and aunt spent their last days there. It brought back so many memories going down those halls. I cried when I got to my car, for all of them. It just seems so unfair, that Ellen who is still so young has to go through this....she just looked so sweet and fragile when I saw her. I think I might have to talk to God tonight, and ask him..what's up with this? What? She fought soooooo damn long, and now it looks like the fight has gone out of her. But at the facility she is in do not stop trying to give her every opportunity to extend her life, that is always their first priority.
She still cannot eat, which is making for a whole lot of problems with her blood sugars, and they have started giving her insulin, along with the steroids, and blood transfusions.
I stayed for about an hour, but I could tell she needed to have a rest, so we left.
Curtis was there by her side. He is exactly like I pictured him...exactly! A real nice southern gentleman with just enough attitude to get him by here in Canada ... heh. He took Ellen out yesterday in her wheelchair, which he called a chair on wheels in his blog this morning, I was wondering what the hell that was!! She said it was so great to get out of the room and see the grounds etc.
I met her friend Sharon, gawwd she is so great. Ellen is so lucky to have a friend like that. When we were about to leave she crawled into bed with Ellen and gave her 100 smooches all over her face, she is something else. But you know me, the introvert I just rubbed her shoulder and told her I was so glad to meet her, and I would be back again. I brought some pretty pink flowers for her in a pink vase, and when I got there, she had her flowers organized on the table..pinks on the right, others to the left. So, she still has her organizational skills happening. I brought Curtis some candy, just so he can keep his strength up too.
I will go back to visit next Sunday and hopefully she will rally back a bit with all the med's. Because I would really like to talk to her when she is feeling a bit better. But, I don't know if that will happen. We always had promised to meet one day, but she never knew how she would be feeling from one day to the next, so that never happened....but that is that okay, we did today.
I felt exhausted when I left, I have been at this care facility more times than I care to remember. Both my uncle and aunt spent their last days there. It brought back so many memories going down those halls. I cried when I got to my car, for all of them. It just seems so unfair, that Ellen who is still so young has to go through this....she just looked so sweet and fragile when I saw her. I think I might have to talk to God tonight, and ask him..what's up with this? What? She fought soooooo damn long, and now it looks like the fight has gone out of her. But at the facility she is in do not stop trying to give her every opportunity to extend her life, that is always their first priority.
Friday, August 10, 2007
WARNING
I saw a few leaves drop off the trees today, so I have to change my template. I did say a change of season, did I not, when I made the bet? Summer is over, these are the "dog days" of summer. It's between summer and fall .... it's a season most people don't recognise except me, because I am very seasonal.
So, don't get all up my ass, I know what I'm talking about. You can't even buy a pair of summer pants in the store, why? because the season has changed, so there! Merchandising triggers my seasons. By next week I will have the Sears Christmas Wish Catalogue, so don't be noodling with me.
I'm thinking the next one will be..ahhh..classy, unlike me I know, but I have one in mind that I am just dying to do a make over on, so that means I have to learn the new codes on blogger. If it works out, I will be smarter and classier. fuck... like that could ever happen. Play time, that's all it is. I just discovered something tonight. Laptops are warm on the wrists. I usually use my cordless keyboard and keep it in my lap while I'm typing, but I was too lazy to go in the house to get it. It's cozy. But, it's hard to find the kehehehsy ...keys on this sucker.
So, don't get all up my ass, I know what I'm talking about. You can't even buy a pair of summer pants in the store, why? because the season has changed, so there! Merchandising triggers my seasons. By next week I will have the Sears Christmas Wish Catalogue, so don't be noodling with me.
I'm thinking the next one will be..ahhh..classy, unlike me I know, but I have one in mind that I am just dying to do a make over on, so that means I have to learn the new codes on blogger. If it works out, I will be smarter and classier. fuck... like that could ever happen. Play time, that's all it is. I just discovered something tonight. Laptops are warm on the wrists. I usually use my cordless keyboard and keep it in my lap while I'm typing, but I was too lazy to go in the house to get it. It's cozy. But, it's hard to find the kehehehsy ...keys on this sucker.
I have no idea why I am in italics....but they look pretty, time for more wine after all it's Fryday.
Oh, Friday night supper:
Make ahead Taco's with a difference for those who are bold.
1/2 lb. ground chicken
...fry er up with a little olive oil...add:
1 package of reduced salt Taco seasoning mix with the required amount of water added.
Once it has started to thicken, add half a cup of fresh blueberries and strawberries, simmer until they get all gelled up. Let cool. Put in a container and refrigerate.
Cut up all your veggies, eg. green pepper, green onion, tomatoes, etc. and put them in a bowl, and add the salsa. Put everything in a container in the fridge until needed. Shred your lettuce and grate your cheese, and put in separate containers. It doesn't take as long as it sounds.
When you are ready to eat, just heat up the taco shells, nuke the meat, put out the containers with some sour cream, and you are ready to rock and roll. I like doing it ahead of time, so we can sit out on the deck and relax before supper.
That is all.
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