I have moved.

It's Always Something has moved to Word Press.

It's a short trip....... I'll make it worth the ride.

This will be my last post on blogger

It's Always Something will be my new address.

I am tired of fighting with it. Yesterday took the cake. I have been through all the crap since 2004, and it's time to move on.

I know some will disagree, but I almost put a hole through the wall yesterday with my mouse.

So, bye bye blogger, and to those that pop in here from time to time I hope you will come and sit a spell with me in Word Press. I will bring over "cooking with balonie" when I get myself all settled in.

Awww..I almost feel like crying...but it takes a lot to get me mad, and yesterday it was over.

Bookmark me...it's just a click away......and it will be like the ole days.

Joanie Balonie

Colour me old

Holy moly, I have been gardening since the break of dawn.... and I am tired. Okay, it wasn't the break of dawn but it was the the break of the afternoon. I think God forgot to oil my joints. I was tempted to take some of Penny's medicine to get through the afternoon.

I spread the whole flower/whatever garden with cedar mulch. Oh my! the smell is to die for. It smells like you are living in Vancouver. It was a big job and every bone in my body took part. Some, I did not know existed.

I didn't go the shower I was invited to today, even after all my agonizing about it. I just had to get this done. I hope they understand, but there is only so much I can do. I am still not finished, half my bedding plants aren't in, because ...hey... I slept in and started all this crap after lunch. I wouldn't have been able to do it all in one day anyway, it's just way to much. I got the base work done, and now I can do a little bit every evening and take my time planting the rest. This will probably be the last year in this house and I want to enjoy the view of my stuff for the last time. So, I am taking a lot of pictures, so I don't forget what I left. Bittersweet. But, I am looking forward to moving on.

The exciting part is where to place all the plants to make it look good. Penny loved the cedar mulch, it is so soft and fragrant and laid around in the garden all day. Her coat in copper coloured and sometimes you couldn't tell where she was because she blended in with the cedar mulch.

Gord actually stayed home the entire afternoon, and helped around the yard. Well his help, is a little different than my interpretation of what help is. Mind you, he power washed the bottom cement deck which really needed it. But, man......he is perfectionist...I am sure he stripped the concrete off the patio blocks. Is that possible? Remember those? Oy...the one's we almost killed ourselves with. If you don't ...we did. Then, instead of helping me cover the flower/whatever garden with cedar mulch. He decided to work on our upper deck, which has been sagging of late. When you come out of the kitchen on to the deck, there is a large gap between the house and the floor of the deck. And each year it gets larger. This year is was somewhat alarming. The dog could have fallen through it. heh. Okay, so I exaggerate. Normally we just put our deck rug over it in spring, and try to ignore it, but for some reason it has shifted considerably this winter. So....Gord had a plan. God I hate it when he has a plan.

Okay, the deck is being held up by a beam..which you can see in the centre, behind the bush and there is a tele post on the far right. Now, this is the little guy that is that is giving us all the grief. Well maybe not, this is the little guy who is keeping us from falling to the ground. As you can see we already shimmed it up with on 2x4 so our deck doesn't rock and roll when we walk on it. So, Gord was going to try to fix it today while I was flowering and cedering. What you don't see beside the tele post is a big mother tree...I mean big and it's right beside the tele post. So, Gord decided to use a small jack and a long with a piece of wood ..whatever 2x4 190x457 .. I don't know..and placing the jack on the tree truck horizontally using it as a brace along with this piece of wood to reach the bottom of the deck Are you still with me?

To keep this short, he tried this about 4589 times...he never gives up. And at one point he asked me to go up the stairs to see if it was stable. I could hear the stairs creaking and shit as he was doing this, and I was a little scared to walk up them, because when he asked the first time, the deck let loose and his 2x4 blew out of the jack and damn near put his eye out. and went down a few inches. But after that he took the sledge hammer to the centre beam and moved it up a few inches and ..got the jack and stuff in place and then made me walk the plank again............and low and behold ... she held, and it's almost back against the the wall of the house. I guess I wouldn't have of got killed ... it's only 6 feet. I would have been well enough to get supper on the table. :)

THIS. while I am trying to put in my summer flowers. We don't work well together. Somehow, when we do, his projects overtake mine and I get sucked into his. All and all it was a great day, I loved working outside. That smell of cedar just blows me away, I have to move to the West Coast.

And you know what, forget it I have so many pictures but by the time I get blogger to do any of this shit, it's not worth the effort. For heavens sakes it 2008, lets get with the program....or am I just stupid.

Picture this......

This is a blog of few words...don't start clapping yet you bastards. This is a blog of some serious picture taking I have done lately...some might call it photography, I call my talent..picture taking...with a cheap camera. None of the pictures have been photoshoped..is that a word? It will become quite apparent. Is photoshoped with one pee or two pees.? Don't know. Piss on it.. lets get atter.





Now isn't this interesting ... my bedding plants. They still aren't in the ground because of the FROST warnings that abound. Were you expecting porn?....sorry .... I failed you again.




This is a bigger picture of the Impatiens I bought today...take a good hard look, because they will never look this good again. I think "Flower Family Services" should be called and remove them from my home. Apparently they need to be taken care of by a responsible gardener...and the soil should never dry up, so I must put watering on my list, ...the directions say...needs feeding...fertilizer every two weeks, fuck that, I can hardly find the time to make supper when I get home, and now I have to feed plants. Can't say I'm in for that.

I'm not cut out for this.

THIS, is what I like, plants that grow from year to year..perennials. This one is just starting to grow around my pond. My pond is so small it would only fit three frogs. Just the way I like it. A Ha! ...You don't want to hear my rendition of "Froggy Went a Courting"... I could tape it if anyone wants to hear it ...heh


These guys have taken a life of their own, without my help, and by the time fall came around last year, my pond was invisible. So, I chopped them off, but that didn't stop these aliens from springing up again. Penny finally had to sit on them every night to get them in check and smother them. Everyone should have a dog who has a big fat ass.

The ferns are springing up. Don't they look like "plastic?" Hey, they are real, no thanks to me. If I had anything to do with it they would be toast. Are you getting sick of this yet? ...you will be.

Two trees in bloom, the plum tree and the chokecherry tree. Yeah like you never saw this before. I have to get something more exciting for youse guys to look at.

Let me muddle through my pic's...there has got to be something in there........stay tuned don't go away, I have to figure out how to put in on my blog ....so hush... while I put my "thinking hat on."

I'm not finished.....so keep your shorts on...I'm trying to do a video.

Gord was being a jerk, and mowing the lawn with his dad's old tractor lawn mower we are getting ready to sell. And he spent most of the time going backwards...oy Turn on your speakers.


My own little Shriner from Joan on Vimeo.

The Stinking Lincoln finally has a purpose

I bought all my bedding plants on Sunday but Mother Nature was not ready for them yet, as there was frost warnings three days in a row. I put them in the garage...and lined them up over that lazy "Stinkin Lincoln" (Fat Kat) who has been languishing in the garage all winter. You see she has hydraulic covers on her headlights and once spring comes around they pop open once the weather gets warm. They were open alright, but no I did not see any remorse for what she put me through last fall. I certainly will not be driving the bitch this year, because she will piss out her brake fluid as soon as look at me. We have gone our own ways since then. I will let Gord take over his baby from this day forth. I.will.never.drive.it.again. Done.


She looks like a girly window planter.... too bad it's pay back time.






Don't look at the snow plow, new lawn mower still in the box, riding lawn mower in the background that is for sale...and garage crappola.

My heart is still thumping....

I saw something today, I have never seen before. Road rage!!!! At it's worst.

I was driving home from work, minding my bidness, and heard someone honk their horn, and my normal response is to check the rear view mirror, and wonder what the fuck did I do now!! (I won't dispute the fact that I have been the culprit in some minor infractions.) But this time it was not me. It was the guy two car lengths behind me. I was stopped because traffic was moving very slowly as it does on a Monday drive home. So, as I was checking my rear view mirror, the scenario played itself out. A guy was walking around the car and started kicking it, really hard, he went all around the car and kept on kicking. The driver of the car did not come out. They had a brief conversation when the driver opened his window, and the then the guy went over the passenger side kicked his leg up and shattered the window....just blew it out! I was getting scared, I didn't know if this was person was crazy and was coming for the rest of us next.

When the guy smashed his window, I watched the owner of the car get out. He was calm, he was big, and looked like a US state trooper with the sun glasses and the slow gait. Not like our weenie cops in Canada...this guy was definitely someone to be reckoned with.

He walked to the front of his car, and took out a bicycle from the front of his car (which I couldn't see from my vantage point)...picked it up like a barbie toy and tossed to the curb. From what I could gather, the bicycle rider must have zipped in ... in front of him .. and wanted to change lanes. The guy in the car blew his horn...and the guy went ballistic, and threw down his bike in front of his car and started to go nuts.

The guy in the car never started to punch or that kind of stuff ... nor did bicycle guy...there was a lot of arms raised and yelling which I couldn't hear.

After that, as the traffic started to flow again, then all I could see was other guys were hopping out of their cars to help with the situation.

There has always been a love hate relationship with bicycles on our roads. It's so dangerous, trying to avoid them in the curb lane. But they are a breed of their own, and really, really take their lives in their own hands everyday driving in the city. The city has already been giving them a blind eye, to the "no driving bikes on the sidewalks"... especially along busy roads. Last summer cyclists who wanted their rights to our road ways, demonstrated, and slowed down traffic every day for a week by slowing down traffic downtown. Pricks.

Yes, I believe we should have a bike paths for those that want to travel on their bikes, and the city is trying to do that, but it's impossible to it with our infrastructure as it sits now. And bike riders have to take into consideration, that they don't pay 1 lousy cent into the road infrastructure , like motorists do with our insurance and gas taxes. But they want all of us to look out for their safety. Most of them are all...GREEN...go GREEN...get fit...you know the drill. Yes, in a perfect world that would be good. First of all, Mr. Go Green
Earth Friendly Fred, when you are ready to put your share into taxes and insurance for riding your bike on the road I PAID FOR...I will give you the right of way...which I do anyway, because I don't want to see you under the tire of my car squealing like a stuck pig. And of course I don't want your death on my conscience.

Hey, I'm all crazy tonight. This just blew me away today. I sure wish I knew how that incident ended up. I will watch the news tonight.

Other than this, nothing much new, except it's colder that a whore's heart over here. I bought all my bedding plants on Sunday, and they are in the garage.............frost warning for tonight!! Plus we had tornadoes on Sunday, about 100 miles from the city. Oy......we never have tornadoes, and we don't even have warning systems like the US.

I have been laughing my pantaloons off lately, the crows around here are starting to mate and building nests and the squirrels are either trying to steal their eggs or just being a pain in the ass. I see crows chasing squirrels...they hover over them with their huge wings and chase them all over the yard. I have never seen that before...it's too funny. They never hurt the squirrel, ....so far........but I see them eating road kill....so if I was a squirrel, I would cut it out already.

You know..I'm a bit of a prick

I just re-read my last post, and thought...these people just wanted to include us in their celebration of life with..weddings, showers, anniveraries, funerals etc. I should be honoured, instead of feeling put out about it screwing up my weekend. How selfish is that. If I could reach my ass with my foot, I would kick it. I am embarassed that I wrote that. I think I just need some time off work, so everything doesn't overwhelm me so much. I try to cram all the stuff I have to do into a weekend, and it's getting more difficult by the year. Poor poor pitiful me. Well, that's over... I have seen the light.

It was insensitive.

I am sorry.

Joan

My dance card is full. More whining

If you know me at all, you will know, I don't like going around visiting and shit. After my work day is finished, I just want unwind, and when the weekend comes, I want to sleep late and clean up the house, do the laundry, get groceries ... play with Penny Loafer... take my time making a good supper and then I want everything to be quite. I just don't have anymore jam. Then Monday morning rolls around...when it starts all over again. And thank you summertime.. you have added, mowing the lawn, planting flowers, cleaning up the deck ... after all the trees have shed 7,890 pounds of crap on it. I especially like those sticky things that fall from the poplar tree over our deck, that stick to our feet, the entire dog (who rolls in it) and bites me if I try to take them off. I love when all the crap gets tracked in my kitchen from the deck. It's always something! I tell you. Every year it seems a little harder to do. A little more irritating, and I get a little more nuts. Yeah, are you saying I am already nuts...well just wait ..you ain't seen nothing yet. Wait until I turn into "balonie"...then it's over my friends. whine whine...whine...I know..

Summer has come, and so have my weekend busters. 4 invites so far. Oy! There is only one I look forward to, and that is my hippychicks birthday which she is celebrating Sat. June 21 . She has finally retired to the countryside this month and we will be going out to the ranch and party our asses off. Good times.

Then comes the rest...............

Sunday June 1....Wedding shower for my cousins kid.

Saturday July 12.... the wedding.

And in between this:

Sat. June 14th. Gord's Auntie and Uncles 60th Anniversary.

And...at our age it won't be over...I am sure there will be some funerals to attend.

My house will look like a pig sty by the end of July, with all these weekend stealer's.

And don't be telling me to do some stuff during the week, I do! But I leave the heavy stuff for the weekends. Plus my sanity. And trust me I'm not fussy, I only do what is needed.

I just finished mowing the back 40 with our newer lawn mower "Sane Jane." "Jake the Snake" was in the other shed, and I could hear him rumbling in there getting all pissed off. Now that Gord has got him all fixed up, he is feeling his oats...and thinks he's the man and has balls. He is mistaken. Jane has a vagina...a very big one that she uses as a bagger of de grass. How convenient. I mow, she sucks it up in her humongous vagina bag, and I dump it out. Simple. Jake used to just spit it out, even if we attached a ball bag. Macho bastard. I love Jane. Jake, you are one little piece of crap. What we haven't told you yet, is we put you up for sale, you sick bastard. You are in the "Buy and Sell" as of today. I can't wait. If you decide not to start the day we show you off to the new seller I will personally take you out. Just so you know.

Don't start pissing gas again...it's to expensive, and that is getting old. I'm not afraid of you, but the next time you do that I will throw a match on you. Oh, by the way, the hissy fit you had in the shed while I was taking Jane for a spin, was very immature ..plus when I engage her in "self propel" ....she listens and moves forward and doesn't go backwards like you did ...dink.

I will never get another male lawnmower.

Duh!

I didn't know if you screwed around with the header on your blog when you were doing a new post AND IF YOU DID NOT SAVE IT.. the new header would show up anyway. Well, fortheloveofgildaradner...I blew that ... my post looked like I just funnyfarmed myself....what you see is a picture of Gilda Radner and here I am telling you folks it's a picture of baby me giving the world the finger. Okay, for those who missed it:

Apparently this is not the one. I can't find it. I only have 10,456 pics on my hard drive.

To you, that had to experience this uncomfortable event, I want to give you a prize for the hardship this has caused you. Unlike Pioneer Woman, I don't have sponsors with the big ticket items to give you.

Please choose from the following items: Photo's available upon request.

• A HP Office Desk Jet K60 ...with an extra ink cartridge. Might need some work.


• A Canon JH045086 Photo copier. Works fine here, but can't guarantee it will after shipping.


• A Canon Scanner, works just fine. I just upgraded to a new one. It is slow, so if you have a lot of time on your hands, this one is for you. It would be good for the little woman at home, who has children to raise, and has all the time in the world to scan pic's slowly while she is changing diapers, getting spit up on, sleep deprived, looking at what once was her slender belly, becoming a looming pile ugly wrinkles, ....then this is the scanner for you. It will scan your baby's pic's by the time you get the kid bathed, deshitted, depuked, and deburped and in college. It's amazing how long it will take. Seriously, this will take the stress out of your life.

Email me your address, and I will send anyone of these items to you...shipping cost are extra...especially with the photo copier, it must weigh....hmmm...1000 pounds, they don't make them like that anymore! (Paper and toner included.)

I have more stuff, but I want to save the rest for the next time I screw up. Please don't send more than one entry, because .."hey" my server!...I live in Canada and we still use tin cans with wires attached to it. You wouldn't want all your entries to take down the whole network. So, go easy peesy.

Anyone offering anything over 5.00 bucks gets a 100% discount.

Look at me....

I was giving the finger before it was invented. I was way ahead of my time.

Brenda and Donna asked me to show you shiny things on Friday, but I only got to my computer tonight, so here are the things I love shiny. I hope that was the theme....

My engagement ring. That diamond would put Liz Taylor's to shame. See how reflects off the arborite of my kitchen counter top...this is a serious diamond. I haven't taken it off for 20 years, it was always just there. Today when I went to take it off I noticed my knuckles must of grown. I had to pry that sucker off, and after my photo shoot, I could not get it back over that fricking knuckle...... after a long struggle it's back where it belongs. I hope a mugger doesn't try to pry that humongous diamond off my finger, because he is going to have to chop my finger off .

Penny's nose, very shiny...and a little intimidating. The more you piss her off the shining comes through.

My Friday night wine glass ... it makes my soul shine.

My BIL's new motorcycle ..it makes his ego shine .. as an aside my house is to the right , I would never paint my garage door like that. What were they thinking?

That is one mean machine...oy....

All shiny stuff is done. Next time ask me for dull stuff.... I have a ton of that.

I am so enjoying the long weekend. But I still wake up at 7:30 AM....as usual, and give my alarm clock the finger. See!! I was way ahead of my time. Then I reclaim my covers from Gord and the dog, and snuggle down for a few more hours of weird dreams. Damit... I just want to sleep, but sleep had come and gone, and all that was left is ...lists of what to do on my days off. This morning I saved Gord about 30 times from falling in a hole. It was starting to get old, and I woke myself up, and made a mental note to not to dream again.....then I started with the lists again.. it was time to get my ass out of bed.

I did something I have never done since Gord has his incident....we had ham and eggs w/ toast, sliced tomatoes, and pickles for breakfast, it was actually lunch because it was late. Normally we don't do breakfast... just some fruit and toast. But today I let my guard down...and also on Friday, I bought a frozen Pizza for supper, it was just a little one with thin crust, but man did that taste good. I prefer to make my own Friday night supper, but because I work full time, I need a break. Just this once...it's a long weekend....let's live a little. Actually I like our Friday night Taco night better, I love the veggies and the taste of the taco shells.

Spent the afternoon working in the back 40. Almost got all the winter kill taken care of. I found all the crap out in the sheds to get my pond running again. That was nuts!! Gord always takes the stuff in the sheds for winter, and when spring comes, I have no idea where my stuff is.. but after checking it all out ..guess who I see!!! Jake the fucking Snake....the lawn mower from hell, who still resides in one of our sheds. I gave that bastard the "evil eye." Because I knew I had to get past him in the shed to get my stuff. He wasn't moving, he looked like he was still hibernating. So, I tippy toed around him to fetch my umbrella and stuff for my patio table. I know I shouldn't be scared of him anymore because Gord claims he tamed him last fall, and he wouldn't just start moving around the yard at will. I don't know, that lawn mower is evil. Gord said one of his spark plugs was off, and it made him a little..how you say...flippy. Sorry, I don't buy that shit, I saw that lawn mover moving around the lawn all by itself years ago. I hope I didn't wake Jake up this afternoon, I will spend all night waiting for him to break out our shed.

Bullets.. the blogger kind.

My week stunk.....whatever it was will be in list form. If I could put all my grievances in here on a excel spreadsheet and also formulate my mood swings on a graph chart ... I would. It would save a lot of swear words and unneeded typing of the words. You could just see the chart, and resume your lives. But, I won't be that kind. I will make you go through it piece by piece.

I think I will use bullets...only because I didn't have a gun this week. Heh
Okay blogger wouldn't let me use bullets today..but pretend they are there.

The first bullet goes to the lady/man who didn't take care of their dog on Tuesday. I found this little ugly pug thing running down my street on my way home for lunch. Of course, I can't let a dog run unattended..even if it has a pushed in face. And the rest of him would have been pushed it if he wouldn't have missed my front wheel by an inch! He ran off down the street. I sat in my truck thanking the dog gods that I didn't run over this ugly dog. Gathered my thoughts, drove home (1/2 a block away) and ran into the house and got a leash so I could catch the ugly son of a bitch who was taking up to much time of my lunch hour.

Gord was home already, and I told him...I'm going to rescue a lost dog....be back in a flash. I was really wondering if he could actually heat the Chili up himself before I got back, plus make toast. Two things...I didn't know... It was a lot to ask. I ran back to my truck, and went down the street, and I couldn't find the ugly dog. I finally turned around and was going to go back home when I saw him in the front of our cul de sac. I got out of the truck, leash in hand...unlike dog catchers who have lasso's or something like that. I called "ugly" and he wouldn't come, he just kept on running around me trying to let me catch him. He was starting to piss me off big time. We played this game about 4567 times, until I got fed up and was about to get in my truck and say "enough", and if he got run over ..to bad..so sad, because most of his face was already pushed in.

Just as I was ready to call it quits a lady pulls up from the back lane, jumps out of her car and tried to help me. SHE WAS GOOD! She gave the dog every command a dog might have learned. But, alas that flat faced little bitch, just ran circles around her too. Just as we were about to give up, the dog spotted an open fence across the road and ran into the yard. The lady yelled at me "now we got him", he has nowhere to go.! She ran after him really fast, and I was still standing on the street, hungry for my Chili...after all ...my lunch hour was getting smaller by the second. But, hey she had a point, so we left both our vehicles standing in the middle of the street ...with the doors wide open...our purses in them.....and ran after that flat faced bitch. After she ran in the yard, I went in next...and closed the gate. This dog was never ever getting out. We were a dog SWAT team. It took her about 5 minutes to tire that guy out, and she had him by the collar. She carried him out, and I put the leash on him, and she was about to give him to me...........until I said, I'm on my lunch hour...I don't know what I will do with the dog. No, problem said SWAT lady...she has tags, and I will phone the number on them. I almost kissed her, but hey, I'm not that gay. (yet). She asked me where she could return the leash, and I told her....and off she went with flat face. To her, I will be forever grateful for. I couldn't let a dog run loose on the streets. It could be mine.

Later that night, I went over the scenario in my head...and something jumped out at me. The dog obviously got out when someone left the gate open, I found the dog about 5 feet from the gate, he went back into after we were chasing him. OMG...we stole the dog from his own back yard!! I remember going into the back yard and seeing a lot of shit by the gate and also further in, but NO dog. I still don't know whose dog it was. I only know
SWAT lady lives a few blocks down from my place, so I don't know how she found the owner. She left the leash on my front steps the next day so I know it was all good.

It's a good thing I don't try to save the planet. It would all go to shit. You guys would be living in a dump. Common sense doesn't kick in until about 7 hours later.....and then it would be to late. And you would have to kiss your fat asses goodbye.

The second bullet goes to ...my husband gordie good guy. Thanks for waiting for me while I was rescuing a dog from his own back yard, while you were waiting for me to nuke the chili and make some toast for lunch. When I finally got back, you had figured out how to heat the chili up in the microwave, and you had the bread set up in the toaster. But, my dearest...you took this opportunity to take out the necessary utensils out of the drawers only to find.... OMG.. there was a "greeby" on a spoon that the dishwasher hadn't got...call 911. Also, there was a bowl that had some crap on it. How the hell did you pick those two.... out of 56788 dishes and utensils I have!! You did. To my defense, the bowl had been put in the dishwasher 4 times before, why you ask? because if you microwave scrambled eggs, it sticks on the bowls, and I don't have time to bend down, open the cupboard door under the sink, and find the scrubber. I tried to get it off with my fingernails, but I thought if I put in the dishwasher enough times that bastard would get that shit off. I want Kitchen Aid!! I hate this crap we have. I will have to make sure I never get home for lunch after you...because if you knew ..what you don't...you would never eat here again. heh... Hey, if you drop something on the floor...I use the 2 second time limit before it's inedible...and pick it up and put it back in the pot. Unless the dog gets it first.

I have some more bullets, but it's getting late. But I have a question???

Have you ever thrown something out because the dishwasher hasn't cleaned it? I have. I admit it. And my name in Joan.

Just trying to save your eyes

Be back tomorrow.

Sunday night Pot Roast just like my mom's

Thanks Brenda. keep on looking, I know you will find a better one than this. No hurry.

My Sunday night pot roasts of late, have been... let's say...a little bit dry and stringy. I know part of the problem is that I am using a very lean cut of beef. Pot roasts need fat in them to make em edible. Today, I bit the bullet, and acutally bought a cut of beef with a little fat in it. I probably won't let Gord eat any of it, because if he has another heart attack, it will be my fault. I will probably just let him smell it, and let him only eat the potatoes and veggies. I am such a bitch.


Nahhhh...I have eased up on the poor bastard, and every now and again, I let him have ham with his bread and mustard sandwich at lunch.


Thanks to you that gave me some information about doggies who suffer with arthertis. I felt so sorry for her today, because this was the first real day we could go outside without freezing our asses off. I could play in the garden, and Gord could start doing stuff with the lawn. She was allowed to come down to the lawn, but all she wanted to do is chase a ball. Well, ball chasing is over for her for now, as it always leads to a lame day the next day. And so it is for Gordon and I. We are lame too.


Hi Mom ... in heaven... please send me down your pot roast recipe. I can't get it right. Give Dad a hug...I love you ...Happy Mother's Day.




Showing off her big tomatoes from the garden.............. and she looks so serious. Look at her skinny legs, no hips...just like me. Now I know where I get it from. But I was never that serious, I have my dad's sense of humour ...as bad as that is.

You know?

All it took was little work to find the right place to change the html. It wasn't that hard. But the blog looks a little too busy anyway. I will have to take off my dangerous pictures on the right hand side and cool my shit. Who is getting tired of this shit? Raise your hand. Well, then I guess my blog is not for you, because I can't see any self improvement seminars in my future.



Brenda offered to look for a template for me...I love her, like she has nothing better to do than help me. I will see what she comes up with, I hope she knows, I am fussy as hell. What if I don't like it? Do I tell her, or make up a story like....I loved your template, but my dog ate it. Seriously, she jumped on my computer table, went to that box thing that holds the hard drive, and took the screws off with her very sharp teeth, pulled off the cover and ate the fucking hard drive. There was no stopping her. I was frightened.



After that when she was walking around in the dark, I could actually see slide shows of all "My Pictures"... shining through her belly. I kid you not! It was kind of scary when I saw a excel spreadsheet from our latest income tax return. I thought I had deleted that; because if the tax man ever commeth, and I say the dog ate the hard drive, all he has to do is watch her walking around in the dark! What a tangled web weave when first we begin to deceive.

So, let this be a lesson to y'all.

On a more serious note. I am still worried about my Penny Loafer. Her arthritis is not getting much better. I have all the tests done, and they say it's in her right knee. All the vet gave me was a pain killer called Metacam. And this drug has to be watched as it is hard on the dog's organs. In this last month I have only had to give it to her about 6 times, but I am being careful only to give it when she is limping. I am trying to keep her calm, but she doesn't realize she is a little lame until she see's a squirrel, and it's all over!!! Chasing it like she is two years old. Then we have to start all over, and she is better in about 3 days. So, I have been scouring the internet to find alternative therapy.

A friend of mine at work adopted a 7 year old lab from the Humane Society, who was very arthritic last year, she could hardly walk and was very over weight. I saw her when he got her, and felt so sorry for her, she could hardly get herself off the floor to get up. I saw her again on Monday, about 15 pounds lighter, and on a therapy of Glucosamine and Chondroitm plus pain relievers only when needed. She was a totally different dog. Active, happy, and has no trouble getting up and about. So, I am going to go that route. I have bought dog food that has Glucosamine and Chondroitm in it, plus a supplement. I have put Penny on a diet, she was a little over weight, but not much.

It is very hard to see such an active dog, barely even being able to walk some days, and she is only eight years old. We have a lot of walks to walk, and a lot of squirrels to catch.

If you have any suggestions on this....I would love to hear them.

Biker Bitch

I fixed it!!!

This should look better. Can you read it now???

It's too much work to fix this template...

So, I will have to hang up my "biker" template. There goes my image. I got a ton of spam emails today, and I was thinking...hmmmm maybe the "Hells Angels" were looking to recruit me, because I was so..."like" over the edge. Bad to the bone. A bad ass. But, apparently, they were trying to sell me Viagra, not drugs. Lord knows I don't have time for that stuff. I took it once and tried to hump my dog. I don't know what they put in that stuff, but maybe I should have read the instructions.......where it clearly indicated on the package.....THIS IS FOR THE MAN IN THE HOUSE. Back up the truck Jake....."what was the ole balonie thinkin?" Time for a check up.

But truly .... flowers and shit just didn't suit me. It's hard reading it after I have just written some really bad words. It's just seems....so wrong. I need youse guys to find me a template that you think suits me. A little off the wall, funny and no flowers.

This is your homework for tonight. Go...........and God speed....because I want this homework done by this weekend. Move... I don't see you moving fast enough...get your Google on.

Yours truly,

Biker Bitch.

Anyone finding my template a little hard to read?

I am. Blogger won't let me tinker with it...those stupid blog people!! No one gives me a stinking break.

Now go about your business and get out of my hair.

Happy days

Supper is in the oven doing it's thang...the dog is fed, run and watered, and best of all was when I got home tonight a crew of 5 guys and 1 girl had just finished cleaning up the back 40. Honestly, I can't believe I did it myself last spring after "the incident." They had a flat bed of leaves and shit from the backyard that was unbelievable, but last spring I guess I was so scared Gord was going to try to do it I just went into overdrive and did it myself when he wasn't looking. I remember being very very very stiff for months after. I think it was my hamstring that was bothering me...I just made that up, because I have no idea where my hamstring is, I just like the sound of it. Makes me feel a little athletic. All I know it felt like something had broken between my butt and my leg. Would the butt part be the Ham? That is how I reason thing out. I could have gone on Google and tried to sound smart about this, but I think you should know how really stupid I am. I like to keep it real.


We had a great time on Sunday. My bro's 60th. Birthday. I had to "old fart him." and I did with his presents.


My nieces threw him a partee at his house. We had a great barbecue; the best burgers I have ever tasted. I loved them. I met my nieces new boyfriends and totally make a fool of myself by just being me. While I was taking pictures of them, ... and I may have given them my phone number, I don't remember, but they were soooo cute. This was when my SIL and her sister and I were sitting at the kitchen table drinking wine from a barrel. Bad asses, I tells you.

Back to Garry's present.

My brother is nosey...always has been...it comes with our Mennonite genes. Over the last few years he hasn't been all that ambulatory....but he is getting better...but he spends a lot of time in the house in the winter. He has a chair in the kitchen overlooking the back yard, where he sits and thinks about a way to get even with me for making him eat rabbit turd when he was 5. I was hoping by this time he would get over that, but from our last discussion, nope...he still wants to kick my ass. Good thing he doesn't have the ass kicking feet he once had, or I'd be "assed kicked."

Anyway, getting back to his voyeuristic ways. I bought him a pair of binoculars so he can look into any one's house and yard in the hood. He could probably start his own blog letting the neighbours know what the fuck is going on the the neighbourhood. Now, he will be able to alert 911 before the alarm goes off in their houses. Hey, it gives him a purpose in life, plus nosiness is is a god given talent. It runs in the family. I, too have had bouts of it. Along with the binoculars, I have gave him a camouflaged hat. After all, I didn't want him to be seen while he was stalking his neighbours. Safety was a concern of mine heh! He loved it!! .... I haven't seen him so animated since he got sick. We laughed our asses off when he put the hat on....and joked around...he was the old Garry!

I had one more gift, after all, I had not made fun of him enough.

Because I couldn't find any fresh rabbit turds in our town, I started looking in the dollar stores for a gift that shouted "GARRY"....I found a remote control for his TV, DVD + all the other electronic crap he owns. It was about 8"x12". HAAAA.. I could hardly fit it in my truck. The lettering on it was huge...and best of all...it glowed in the dark!!! .... and THEN I fell on the floor and laughed some more. It was made for the ultimate old fart. You can't loose this sucker. It can't fall in the cracks of your couch, because it's so fricking big........and funny as hell. You dare not sit on it, because that would be a wedgie you would not forget. But if it happened to get up your ass, a loved one would be able to safely remove it ...because it glows in the dark............I can't stop laughing......

Needless to say, we had a great time.
..okay now Gordon is home, and American Idol is blaring in my ears...time to go into the garage.... and he is bitching about the lawn...fuckit. I'm getting out my laptop and heading on down. I didn't want any noise destroying my creativity tonight.


Whooo....it cold in here. Yes, it smells like gasoline, but I can't believe the shit that's in here.

Oh, and I forgot one more present ...the best of all. A bottle of wine I brought ...called "FAT BASTARD"...

Birthdays don't get any better than this.

I'm Twizzling!!

Oh, sorry... I mean Twittering. I'm a "Twitter Critter." Do I smell a new blog coming on. Not really, I can't even keep up with 2 of them. I've been chirping with AndyPandie today, I'm starting to figure this out. I chirped at Ms. Brenda, but you know her, she is a domestic goddess and sleeps most of the day away.

I am going to try to a post at home tonight, and I hope everyone leaves me the shit alone. No talking, no loud TV, no dog barking, no chewing, no eye blinking, I want silence! How can I be expected to let my creative juices flow with all that distraction?

If all else fails I'm going to take my laptop out to the garage. And if the smell of gasoline from the Stinking Lincoln, 2 lawnmowers, 1 snowblower, a motorcyle and 1 rototiller doesn't kill me....my blog tonight should be a masterpiece. I probably shouldn't smoke in there ..should I? I just thought of that. hum

All tuckered out

Saving all the good stuff until tomorrow.