Now I can't find anything...

I was going to post some pictures, but I can't find my cord to the camera...I know I put it somewhere...heh. Maybe re-arranging stuff at my age, might not be such a good idea...ya think?


I have a pretty good idea, but I was to lazy to go and find it.


PENNY LOAFER UPDATE:


Something short of a miracle happened to Penny in the last few weeks.


After 8 months of pain in her right leg, veterinarian assessments.... medications...etc. she has come out it almost good a new. A month ago, I was ready to say goodbye, because I couldn't stand to see her suffer anymore. I discontinued all the med's and just kept on giving her pain pills plus Glucosamine Hydrochloride. I kept on giving two of those pills a day. I knew it was a long shot, but I have read that so many dogs respond to that with arthritis, but some just take longer. Well it paid off. She is off everything except the Glucosamine. And doing fine thankyou.


We have play time as usual every night. She still has issues with climbing the stairs, but this is so much better. She is getting the quality of her life back, which was missing before. So maybe I can squeeze a few more years out of her. I just love my pennykins...

I took this the other day when she ran into the garden and ended up nesting in my rabbit patch, I call it a rabbit patch because it's those furry little plants that grow in a circle.

I am all pooped out. I have been cleaning all day.

Bet you were wondering where I was staying..or not

I have been been "decluttering" my home.

Unfortunately, that meant Gord and the dog had to go...but you have to pay the price. I did give each of them a formal letter stating what my expectations were. Unfortunately for them, it was a little to late.

Okay, I kept both of them, but none of their junk. Nor any of my junk. Nostalgia...I spit in your face. I tired of you always making feel guilty about recycling things people have given me. There is only so much crap you can display in your home. And all the stuff my mom ever gave me for my birthdays, Christmas etc.....I just can't keep it all. It breaks my heart, but I am narrowing it down, and keeping the sweetest stuff. Stuff that really mattered.

It's only Tuesday, and still have miles to go. It's a big house. I started this last year, but I was much too timid. This year I mean it. We will have painters coming in soon, and I want them to be able to paint the walls without all the shit in front of it. It's a real work in process. Everything is being re-arranged..wall units are being moved .... my office has moved...and in the process we are keeping everything off the wall, just enough until the painting is done. Tomorrow the closets.. I can hardly wait it get in there and keep on chucking stuff out. Do you know, we still have Gords first Skidoo suit he wore in 1970? I think I kept it because I was glad he was alive after the crashed the Skidoo...!! Shit like that is what makes me crazy. But when I go into the back bedroom closet with all my mom's stuff in it I feel like crying...and feel like I am betraying her; I still have all her Christmas decorations.....but at Christmas I can't put them up...I take a few that we had at home when we were kids, and the rest were newer stuff I helped her decorate the tree with after Dad died.

I'll leave it to you guys.....do I give all the stuff away? What about the china cups and saucers, German books I can't read, and stacks of cards she had saved forever from her family. Also, I have saved her favorite sweaters with all the flowers on it, T shirts, and a nightgown. I know this might seem a little crazy after 9 years...but I just can't seem to let them go. Oh, let's not forget her lace curtains. Most of the time, I don't even realize I have them, and only when I go through stuff I find them and then the guilt sets in. I think I need to let them go. They only bring me down when I look at them. I just want to remember her, not her stuff. It's not like I am throwing away a family artifact.. it's just stuff. Like mine is right now...just stuff.

I'm on holiday for a week

I'm not going anywhere that I can remember. God forbid I bought plane tickets online and forgot about it. Sometimes I go into my own world when I sit down in front of my computer and say and do stuff I don't remember until the next day....when it all comes back to me. But, I'm sure I didn't buy the 3 day package to Las Vegas I was dreaming about.....tell me I didn't. I'm sure THAT would have come back to me. Or maybe it was true and I can go.

Painting...yeah... I forgot about that shit. I have to paint. Bummer, it's all come back to me now. No getting on a plane and flying high to Vegas for me. Colour me...pissed off. Remember when that was a popular saying...colour me....yeah well I'm still saying it...because I'm pissed off. Colour me "yellow"... now that is pissed off.

I need a week off from my job, Gord and Penny Loafer. I like my job and I love both Gord and Penny very much, but ALL the above are very needy, and I have almost worried out my worry beads.

I think I will call a painter, and let him screw it up instead of me. Because we have never ever had work done in our home by "others" that haven't led to disaster. Gord made a list of things that need doing in the house last week by tradesmen. He expects me to contact them and get stuff done in the house.

I feel a great big cloud a disaster about to befall us. It's looming. The last time: We couldn't even get our carpets cleaned without a crisis when one of the guys knocked a hole in the wall with his steamer thingofamajig. The guys that were supposed to put our linoleum in the the kitchen left a gap going into the hallway and we kept on tripping on it......after repeated requests to repair it a guy came back and put a huge pile of glue on the strip. Which now looks like a camels back. We no longer trip over it, we climb over it. Bastards. I am so not looking forward to getting tradesmen in here, but maybe I can find a good guy. I will have to check out his cute ass out first.

There is nothing like fall, that makes you want to puke. And yes, it's all pretty and shit with the leaves.. lets get down to basics....All the shit you have dragged out on to the decks and the back 40, has to be taken in for winter. In spring, it's a delight...because you have forgotten about most of it....and you set it out again for the summer. You are a dumb ass every year... and forget about fall! First you bring up all the patio tables, chairs and umbrellas ... and really talk yourself into thinking, well.... this year I'm only putting out 5,789 garden Nome's...a tin man, plastic ducks around pond...along with their cousins...the frog with the cute little fishing pole, a huge ceramic Carp, and of course "Clive the Moose".... plus fake flowers, $300.00 dollars worth of Annuals, .. and hey... no prob....what is so hard about this? Yeah...then fall ...kicks your ass .... and you have bring all that crap in. Find it a home in the garage or a shed. THEN....this is where it gets a little testy. Gord and I do not agree on where stuff should be stored. I get pissed off and he stores it all over the stinking place, in the garage and in two storage sheds and I have to find it again in spring. I have a hard life.

So, on Sunday, the fall storage cycle starts all over again, and to tell the truth, I would rather have crows pick out my eyeballs....than do the fall cleanup with him...

Someone will get hurt.

Stuff that breaks your heart

Stuff that really hurts and makes you cry for your best friend. My friend ... and sister in law Sheila...who you saw and read about in my previous post at her 60th. birthday party...........got turfed from her job she had for 40 fucking years on Tuesday along with most of the people in her department.



She was a single mom in the mid 70's and when she got this job she held on to it tight, because it brought in the bread and butter, so she could take care of her son. In those days they didn't even have day care. She struggled to make a better life for him.



She held on to this job really tightly even after he got married and had kids, because this was her life. Her future and retirement. And those BASTARDS after all those years gave her the old heave ho. I fucking hate corporations and their re-structuring crapolla.



For the first time in her life, last year, she bought a trailer...in a trailer park. She has always lived in an apartment or a small townhouse when her son was still at home. Now, she finally had a home she could call her own .....and she loved having a little yard ..and her own home. A real place that wasn't rented where she could do anything she wanted to. And this shit happens.


She still has 5 years to go to get Government Pension.....and her buy out package from her work is ugly.
But I think she has another option that could save her some money, but am not to sure about that yet. She will know by the end of this week. Getting old is fucking nuts..... I 'm so glad I work for a little company without all the bullshit. No corporate take overs here...yet?

Hang in there Sheila....Attitude Adjustment Hour (AAH) is just a few days away... and we will put it to good use. We got your back.

I'm sticking with this one for now

And...I'm kinda loving it. It's a real "grown up" template. Maybe bloggers will take me seriously now... without all the tomfoolery I do. Yes, this is a very serious blog. Everything in here is in black and white.. That means I can can discuss politics, religion, and world events. Like that would ever happen.




So, on to the weekend. Sheila who is one of our Saturday Night Attitude Adjustment Hour AAH members..and SIL and best friend who just happened to turn the big Six-0 this week. Her son organized a family birthday party at a local restaurant. Along with all her grands...(3) and family.




We had a great time. The food was fabulous. I ate tooooo much. I'm still not hungry. We rarely ever go out to eat, and when we do...oy...we stuffed ourselves. I won't tell you what I had, because I know you will make fun of me. It's something I could make very easily at home, but I wanted to taste it somewhere else. Plus, I haven't had french fries for almost a year and a half. Okay... it was the "Chopped Sirloin (hamburger steak)..topped with homemade mushroom gravy. Along with a wonderful greek salad, rice, Potatoes ( I chose fries) and broccoli and carrots in a cream sauce. Oops, I forgot the garlic toast!!! Then Birthday cake after that.


The birthday cake was the hit of the party...her son bought a cake with a Halloween theme to it, and most of the icing was black. Let's see what that looked like.

Niece
Oldest grandkid
This is Sheila talking to her littlest grand..We call her "T"...the sweetest little one ever.

She called her Grandpa for the longest of time...but now she is grandma...she is showing off her new watch, her other Grandma gave her that afternoon while she was watching her. And she won't take it off. In the pic she has just told Sheila...Gamma..."you are three." We kept on telling her to tell Sheila she was 60 years old...but she kept on saying gamma was three, like she is.

This is best picture of her middle grand.... isn't she sweet...

I know their parents are kinda iffy with their pictures on the Internet...so I have kept their names out of it...

After supper when we were all having coffee and stuff, the youngsters went down to the bar with their cousins and maybe a Grandpa in tow...and sat on bar stools watching the entertainment. It was just a guy taking requests for songs, and the kids just loved it. The bar was empty because it was a long weekend out here, and they just sat there mesmerized by this guy singing "Tie A Yellow Ribbon Around the Old Oak Tree".....and stuff like that. Then the guy asked for birthday requests....and of course...it was Grandma's birthday and we called down from the balcony to the kids and told them to get him to sing Happy Birthday to Grandma.. And he did, and we cheered. It was a very good evening and Sheila is so blessed to have these kids in her life.

Mother nature pulled a trick on us this weekend..holy smokes...three days of rain .... and I haven't even taken down my summer stuff off the deck or even cleaned up my garden. Snow will be next....

We almost lost our Penny Loafer. Gord opened the back gate to take out the garbage to the front street tonight..and left it open without thinking. We had let her out in the back yard for about 15 minutes before we realized she hadn't come back in. And it was dark. I panicked. I knew she would leave the yard once the gate was open......but I also knew she would go next door because she is in love with the guy that lives there....but she wasn't there. OMG...I knew she couldn't get very far because she has trouble walking, so I ran back in and got my flashlight, and ran up the cul de sac yelling her name. All of sudden I saw a little dog walking ...slowly down the street towards me..........................my Penny Loafer............................ my heart started to beat again. We would have never forgiven ourselves for being so stupid. , dogs whatever... we are the caretakers of those we have born or taken into our homes.

At ease

Take off your sunglasses, I have come to my senses.

Go about your daily activities. Nothing here to see...go... but

PS.. let me know if you see some of my previous post cut off at the beginning of sentences. It might just be me. I want this to be over... I have other people to annoy.

Yours truly,
shithead

I just turned on the computer

And my blog colours scared me. I know it's fall, and it's Thanksgiving weekend here in Canuckland, but there is no excuse for the obnoxious use of leaves and pumpkin coloured background. If I were you, I would take up a petition to "ride me out of bloggerland." Get a posse together...and shoot me at sundown.But, even though I'm a little.. no...make that a lot anal about colours I would like you to shoot me during this kind of sundown which I caught last night out my front door of our cul de sac. Hey, I said something in French. Now I am sure to be able to get a job in the Canadian government...go me! Along with with my second language ..Mennonite Low German the sky is the limit.




I spend most of the afternoon trying to choose paint colours for my living room, and realized how inept I am at it. I realized what I chose has to be correct...I can't just change it like my template. I have cathedral ceilings fortheloveofmike...I have a shitpile of stuff to paint and the walls are HIGH, and I can't make a mistake. It's huge and vast, and unbelievably annoying. Never buy a house where you have to rent scaffolding to paint. My next house will never have ceilings like this again. I hate them. Sure they are pretty to look at but they are a pain the ASS to maintain. And don't even get me started on the 1980's stipple on the ceilings. I would have to rent a fork lift to paint them. I was thinking of painting the walls a dark brown, so the the white ceiling wouldn't look so dirty. I'm thinking the contrast will make them look..umm whiter. I could be wrong. Give me the easy way out, and I'll take it.

The Vagina chronicles continue...

I think I figured it out.

Tuesday at work I decided to sit on my leg/foot on my chair at work because it was stiff. I crammed it up in under my ass, and when that leg/foot went to sleep...I changed over to the other one. So, apparently the heels of my shoes bruised my nether regions. I will have to remember not to that again. In a way, I kicked myself in the ass. How befitting.

Nothing new. Normally OTHER people do that. But, I just saved them some time.

I was reading a blog today and was reminded of my Vagina blog yesterday. This chick is funny. Praying to Darwin

Here it is:
Someone at the Y has a sick sense of humor. They’ve booked 12 babies, 13 toddlers and 6 preschoolers for lessons. All at the same time. The family change room is a freaking mob scene. I put my head down, try to concentrate. I’ve managed to get both kids and myself into suits, through the washroom and into the showers. As I’m congratulating myself on my superior organizational skills, my son pulls on my hand to get my attention.

He points at a woman 2 shower nozzles away. In his best stage whisper, he says, “Mom! Her regina’s gettin’ away!”

I look to where he’s pointing. The woman is, indeed, wearing half her moneymaker outside her bathing suit.

Do I shush him, tell him not to be rude? Do I worry that my son has been scarred by the sight of what looks like a weather beaten squirrel hanging out at his eye-level? Do I reassure him that it is not “gettin’ away”?

No. I do not.

“Honey, it’s VA-gina, not RE-gina. Regina is the capital of Saskatchewan. Try to remember that.”

AHHHAHHA..I guess you have to live in Canada to really appreciate the humour here. I love his lady. "half her moneymaker"........ man that is funny. And the weather beaten squirrel...OH MY... I just laughted my bruised ass off.

It's pretty busy in here

It looks like someone "shat" a shit load of leaves on my screen.. (say that fast 5 times)...sometimes too much is way to much. I just got dizzy reading my own blog.

And by the way... my vagina hurts. How can that be? I'm 63. It should be gone by now. Doesn't God just remove it when they are no longer useful or valid? But it feels bruised, and I don't think I have used it lately. I can hardly sit in one spot for more than a minute. I must of have humped something last night...and I'm sure it wasn't Gord. He had water on the knee fortheloveofmike!! And was in pain. I know I had a bad leg cramp last night and I was sitting on the edge of the waterbed ..a small little ledge and must of hurt my nether regions trying to get my cramp in check.

I'm walking around like a $10.00 ho.

Water on the knee and stuff

Gord's got water on the knee ....again. And he can hardly walk.

They used to call it housemaids knee...because woman used to be on their "knees"...all the time..whether they were scrubbing the floors or just obeying the da man.

I know how Gord got his...because has been down on his knees for 30 years fixing appliances trying to make a living. The knees are the first to go. He has been on a waiting list ... like forever to get something done. Nobody cares whether he has to make a living....he is just a number ... and if you don't have a life threating illness, you have to wait.

I know he fucked it up last weekend, taking the tires off his bike and putting on the new ones. It was a hard job....he still doesn't want to admit it.....but I know..... balonie always knows... I almost wrote..mama knows....but that would be icky. But, some days it's like he is my overgrown kid. But, it goes both ways...we got each others butt...in good and bad times. Only this time I got his big ole housemaids knee staring me in the face. And I am wondering why I don't have it...but I have come to the conclusion that I just work SMART.

Just taking a look at my kitchen floor when I came home from work today , would answer that question. The dog dragged in a million leaves from the back 40 because it rained last night. Someone missed the coffee pot container this morning, and there are coffee grounds on the floor. We had Subway sandwiches for lunch today. A treat, just to put a smile on Gord's face because his knee hurt...but we scarffed down those sandwiches so fast, most of it fell on the floor, the dog ate everything that wasn't lettuce....so when I came home after work...it was a little crunchy under the table. Personally I get a little scared...when lettuce stays that crunchy on the floor for over 3 hours. What are they putting in our food? Now, I had to clean this floor....but I don't ever get down on my knees and clean it up...and CRY . Nope....I have a million other things to do when I get home from work. I have supper to make, veggies to chop, a little wine to drink, stuff to fry or bake, and fruit juices to make for Gord and a doggie playtime. I will deal with it when I get a moment, and our house will never look like like a pig pen, but when the weekend rolls around I will swiffer & vacumm it...and make it look presentable. And yes, there will be dust bunnies I haven't caught, but I can't be bothered with the little shit anymore....

If you know what it's like to have your own busness and you don't keep regular hours like the 9 to 5'ers ... plus I still work my job...you will understand. We do what we have to do. Pretty soon I will be the only one here that is able to walk....Gord will have to use Penny's ramp to get out of the house...now, this is making me nervous.:)

hello fall...

How do you like this template?...don't answer that... it's just my impulsive behaviour rearing it's compulsive ugly head again...but to my defense...it's all lined and not crooked like the other one. I found a gold mine of templates today...so be forewarned.

This weekend tended to be more challenging than I expected. Gord and his bro went out for a ride on their bikes late Saturday afternoon and his bro's bike broke...don't ask me the details...anywho...Gord had to tow him back into the city with a rope. IN THE DARK. I'd like to hang both of them with the very rope. Good grief, get a tow truck already~ Sheila and I were waiting for them at my house and they never showed up....and I was getting a little crazy in the head as the time went on and we didn't hear from them. You really don't want to be travelling on the highway this time of year when the deer are crossing at random. Especially when you are towing another motorcyle..........awwwww I can't believe they did that.

When can I ever relax? IT'S ALWAYS FUCKING SOMETHING. Give me a break! I'm glad Sheila was with me, because I was getting a little nuts because we didn't heard from them by 8:00 PM. They are unusually back here by 6:30. She kept me calm. Thanks Sheila, if you are reading this, I do have a tendency to over think things.

I learned how to text message this weekend. I took off my blinders and just went for it. My niece sent me a text message on Friday...and I was not about to look like an old fart. I just use my cell phone for incoming calls, I have all the bells and whistles, but ... hey I don't really need them. But on Saturday afternoon I sat down with the manual that came with the phone. Well fuck, that was a very big waste of time. I had to use a magnifying glass to read it. The type was so small. I decided to just keep on pressing all the buttons on the phone to see what they could do, and it didn't take me more than 5 minutes to figure out all the features and how to use them. Hey, I have my dancing pants back on now.....

Plus today I learned a whole lot of stuff about making DVD's ...and it's so easy. I know I have the technology, but I just don't have the time to sit down and make it happen. I'm not stupid....just short of time.

I have a great supper cooking in the oven. Scalloped potatoes..with onions, , diced ham, left over chicken, mixed veggies, in a Carbonara sauce topped up with a a combo of 4 grated cheeses. I made this recipe up. So, let's see if it tastes good.

I have my Sex in the City DVD (The Movie) in my hot little hands tonight....but, I want to save it for a day I can actually sit down and enjoy it. Thanks again to SIL Sheila for the BD present. It's killing me...but there are two CD's in the set and I am going to find a time frame when I can just sit down in front of the TV to enjoy it. I am savoring it. Now, I have something to look forward to...I don't know how long I am going to tease myself...but I'll know when the time is right.

I just wish I would have more time to crotchet, do my digital scrap booking...and all the stuff I love, like some of the stuff I was fooling around with today....learning new stuff. Knowledge keeps you young, whether it is computers, or just reading about stuff...and trying it out.

Carry on...

I'm still eating cake

I just put up a short blog last night....but even tonight I'm still feeling happy. I really, really enjoyed last night, and let me tell you it's been a long time since I felt that good.

Normally I would poo..poo my birthday...but for some reason this year, I needed my girls...Janis (hippychick) and Sheila. Usually, I am a total douche bag. I hate my birthday and don't like the attention. I liked my b.day. First time ever I think. I loved the conversation, and catching up on each other lives...it was good. I must be getting old. I'm letting my defenses down. Next thing you know I will start "hugging." God help me.

Cards and yellow roses (my fav from Gord) and the last red rose Janis had growing in her garden.


Janis brought me a bunch of tomatoes...look at that big one!!! along with some spaghetti squash, and another squash on the right...I can't remember the name of it. I have no idea what to do with it. I might just keep it for Halloween, and scare little children with a mean looking pumpkin.

I can't believe the amount of food I ate last night. After eating a WHOLE slab of Tony Roma's back ribs and sides...I had cake later. That is crazy...... I never do that. I rolled into bed.




And then this showed up on my patio table this morning. If anyone can guess what this is, I will crotchet you a small afghan...as a prize....look at it's little eyes...nose and mouth...it's so cute. It was very tame, I took it inside and put it in one of Penny's baskets. And the wonder of it all was that Penny loved it. Now I have two pets. I have named her Rocky.

I can hardly type, because I am scarfing down the rest of the birthday cake. Burp....

Time for bed for this old broad. Being in such a good mood scares me, sure as hell something will happen over here to make that go away.....but for now...I'm good. .. and am on my second piece of cake.

I had a good day

My two bestest friends helped me celebrate my birthday today. They brought presents and cake.

I love them, and sometimes I think I take them for granted.....now how can you not love those that give you a large rock and a DVD of Sex In The City and cake for your b.day. (more on that tomorrow).

And let's not forget Gord.... for the 12 yellow roses. ...........I am blessed. I think he likes me.

We also shared an wonderful supper together..........friends forever.

No bitching from me tonight ...I going to bed a happy camper.

7 things..that turned into 3

"A bite of country cupcakes" asked me to do this meme...she may be sorry, because you know the way I get sometimes...heh She asked for 7 answers to every question, and I have to admit, I don't have the patience to think about about more than one at a time, nevermind seven. So I came up with 3. I think I can handle that.



3 Things I Plan To Do Before I Die:

....Make sure I have enough money so I don't have to ask anyone for anything when I get old. My independence is crucial. I will always have enough money for cab fare if I can't drive anymore.



...Build our new house next summer, and finally start to retire...sort of... it will never happen...but it's a plan.



... Kick the ass of the guy who fired me 12 years ago, I will never forgive that bastard. He used me after his friend who worked for him a long time went back to college, and when she flunked out, I was history, and he found an excuse to let me go. I hate him with a passion. I spit on him.



3 Things I Do Now



...I don't hold grudges...........haaaaaaaaaa ha...scratch the above "Things I plan to do before I die"... but I DO when people fuck me around.



... Over think every situation that comes into my life. And make mountains out of molehills. oy...I am a bad ass with that one.



... Trying to get a new wardrobe. Buying a top that doesn't have a hoodie. And of course this is the year of the hoodie, and I don't even have to go looking for them. Fudge.



3 Things I Can't Do



... Whistle. I cannot do that. All I get is a little peeping noise. But of course nobody whistles anymore unless you have a dog. Therefore, my dog's indifference.



... Hold a tune. I spent most of my youth trying to sing loudly in choir, only to be told to "hush" ... only "mouthe" the words .. you are screwing up the entire choir...sing soft. amen.



3 Things That Attract Me To The Opposite Sex



... Lips.... I loved guys who had soft lips. Ricky Nelson lips...yep, I loved Ricky Nelson's lips, I am THAT old.. And Gord has Ricky Nelson lips, but he doesn't plant them on me as much as he used to. It was much more exciting in the day..when we were making out in the back seat of his car in a dark lane. Windows were all sweaty...you could write your name on them. And if a car was coming up, you would scramble up and try to find your bra...which was attached to his neck and damn near killing him. By the time the car passed ... and you figured out it wasn't a cop, telling you to move on...you were half way dressed, and have to start all over again. Those were the days my friend. Sex in the car...as opposed to Sex in the City. Tame.



... Sense of humor...for sure. If we can't laugh it's over. I don't make him laugh half as much as I used to, because sometimes life gets a little serious with stuff...but I try and he does too...he is always in a good mood and sometimes that pisses me off...chaulk that up to hormones or something. I'm sure I could talk him into going out to the garage and have a one on one in the Stinking Lincoln. It has a very large back seat. wink wink...



... Guys with money. Money never turns me off... I know...how shallow is that? But someone will have to pay for my cab fare when I get old. That's all I really ask for.


3 Things That I Say Most Often



Where is my fucking watch? I keep loosing it.. and sometimes it's on my wrist.

When are you coming home from the shop?... Gord is always late

Penny... let's go take a pee pee



Celebrities That I Admire

....I don't watch TV very much or watch movies ...so I can't really answer this question. But when I did, I have to say Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward have always been my favourites. I remember in the early 60's when I saw Paul Newman in a "Cat in a Hot Tin Roof" with Liz Taylor, I was a fan ever since. All his movies were well done, and so were Joanne's especially when they were together, you could almost feel the heat.

... Gilda Radner....who made me laugh till I pissed my pants. I loved her...It's always something!! Too bad the SNL is crap right now. That humour has left that building.

... I like Sex in the City re-runs right now... I know, as usual I'm a little to late to the party, but I think Samantha (Kim Cattrall) has got balls, and like the the interaction she has with Jason Lewis, her young lover, and how she finally manages to get over herself with him. Some scenes were very touching.

3 Favorite Foods



Ribs...Tony Roma's

Spaghetti.....any kind ...with lots of Parmesan cheese on it.. and yeah I like meat balls too.

Perogies....with cream gravy, and farmer sausage.




3 People Who Need To Do This

Anyone.......bring it on.....

The ramp is in

And Penny Loafer has used it twice already. She is still a little shy of it going up the stairs, but with coaxing along with some bread crumbs going up it, she did great. Going down was a breeze, she didn't even have to be coaxed, she seemed to know that would be the easiest way to get down. Coming back up was a little scary.

We can still squeeze past it if we have to, or we can just lift it off, because it isn't attached to anything. We wanted to give her a wide berth so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable. The ramp was just made of press board, and we thought she might be able to climb that, but it soon became apparent that this was a slippery slope. So, we had a lot more indoor outdoor carpet, like you see on the deck, and on the stairs, so we decided the underside of it was was much more grippable..I don't think that's a word..but it is now. So, we turned it over and stapled it down, and I think it may work.

Gord and I didn't even get "into" it today when he was sawing the boards, I thought I would have to yell at him again...like I usually do when he starts a project he knows nothing about. But, we played nice and nobody got hurt, even though a major table saw was involved. We both have our limbs to show for it. I can still type. He can still walk...All is well.

Good news...just in... we just let Penny out before we are going to bed, and she bounded down the new ramp. So we left her down on the back yard to see if she would come back up the ramp by herself ...and she did, without any interference by us............YAY...we don't have to carry her up the stairs anymore....and what is more interesting, she seems so much more self assured and happy. She hated to be carried. Now she has a new lease on life...she can come in and out as she pleases and doesn't have to depend on us to get her back up to the house when she wants to come in. I.am.so.happy. Plus she is so smart, she responds to me by voice and hand signals and today when we went through the drill a few times, she aced it. She has her independence back. Winter could be a challenge, but we are up for it. And talking about "smart"...she can still remember every toy she has when I ask her to bring it to me...that is 8 years worth of toys which I have named. Somethimes I have to ...do a little "do over" with some of the old one's we don't play with to much anymore...but she will remember it again. I loves my Penny Loafer.

I have got a piece of Apple Crisp I made this afternoon with my name on it...(with ice-cream).. nummmmmers...eat your hearts out.

Over and out... back to work tomorrow....but that's okay.. it's better than doing laundry, cooking, and cleaning the house.

He bought the lumber "nevermind"

This template is still making me crazy...it not lined up........ I will fix it. It will ge in the garbage.

The doggy ramp will soon be a reality, or a complete and utter failure. Gord's a good fixer, he can fix anything that has a motor in it, fridge, stoves, washers, dryers, dishwashers, cars, trucks, motorcycles, lawnmowers, trimmers, rototillers you name it...if it purrs he is your man when it stops purring. He can also do a whole bunch of other crap ... like putting together stuff that comes unassembled from the store...as long as he doesn't have to measure and cut it. He is the Mr. Fix.It. AND, if you buy something in the store that comes in a huge box with all the Styrofoam blocks....he can put that back together in a heartbeat if you need to return it. I can never figure out how to put the box back together when I need to return something. I step on it and hope for the best. I have a crock pot I need to take back..........again. Sigh...I will tell you THAT story another time...okay then.

But a few pieces of wood and some nails make him twitch. He pretends it's not a big deal, but I know it is.

He has a saw.
I have seen his saw.
And when I see him saw.
I saw how unseemly he sawed.

And for some reason, every time he has little project to do outside he puts on a pair of boots that must weight 6,780 lbs. He walks like a Sasquatch....clump clump... the whole house is vibrating. He wears these climbing ladders as well. The boots barely fit between the rungs fortheloveofladderness. I hate those boots....clump, clump, clump everywhere he goes.

I know he going to wear those boots on Sunday when he starts building the "stairway to heaven" for Penny. And I know someone will get hurt..heh...sure as hell...trust me. It could be me, because I am always the Project Manager... and tend to over react when I think he isn't doing WHAT THE HELL I TOLD HIM TO DO....and get in his way, and we sort of trip each other up. Trust me, it will happen.

He usually ignores me and does whatever he wants, and sometimes it actually turns out the way we planned. I will try to stay out of his way. I remember when he rebuilt the railing on the deck (his very first carpentry project)...we scared the neighbours because he was getting frustrated because nothing would line up...and I was going...who gives a shit...just get it up already, so it's a little crooked... and some yelling ensued. He, being the perfectionist, and me who does not have a patient bone in my body were at some mighty odds. I had to take myself off the project. I had the vapours and took to my bed.

Our deck today is aligned perfectly. Patience is a virtue........which I have NONE.

So, this weekend could be the second coming of that....or I could just take to my bed once again. But, I have so many questions as to how all this will work, will the dog actually walk up this ramp once it is built, is the lumber strong enough, is the ramp going to be too steep, how will we clean it off in winter? (can you hear me chattering in his ears right now)...He will say as he always says when I get into a snit..."nevermind." And that just pisses me off to no end.

I think I have the vapours...I'm taking to my bed. OMG...look who's there....Angel Man!! I just fixed that speling error.



All is well. Nevermind.

A sight for sore eyes

Last night we had at least three big thunderstorms roll through the city. Around 4:00 AM...Penny jumped off the waterbed. I was awake because of all the lightning, thunder and rain pounding down. I knew she had to go down and take a piss. Goin..down for her is not a problem, but she can't get back up the stairs. I made her wait until the storm abated somewhat and let her out. She dashed out like she had a something up...or in her ass....heh. I stood outside on the deck in my silky nightgown...so drafty...I can't even tell you ...waiting for her to finish and pick her up. The sky was so bright it was almost red, with all the different systems coming in I could actually see her wandering around the yard that time of night.

So, just as another storm was approaching...and the lightning was getting closer, I ran down the stairs and picked her up and started back up the stairs...(I must take pic's..so you will understand how difficult this is). Anyway, I started up two stairs and my silky nightgown got caught between my big frickin feet. I stumbled, and had to go backwards down the stairs with a 30 pound dog in my arms. I set her down and came up with a plan. I had to do this pretty damn fast because the wind was coming up. I hiked up "my silky nightgown" around my waist..pulled it up very tightly and tied it around my waist. Picked up the wet dog, and climbed up eight stairs half nakid. Now this would only something you would see on UTube had it been caught on tape...a woman carrying a dog, with her nightgown tied around her waist, up a flight of stairs. Ahhh..well, my privates needed a little airing out anyway.



So, now I'm thinking...this might be challenge in winter. Do I want to hike up my nightgown when it's 40 below if she has to go potty in the middle of the night? I don't really think my "privates" need to be frost bitten... mind you, they aren't used as much as they were when we were younger, BUT I don't want to get frost bite on my ass!! I need to sit on it all day!!

I have to come up with a plan for winter. Can anyone help me out here?

These are the stairs going up the deck...the only picture I could find...so you can see winter will be a problem. Imagine this area full of snow. I have to pick her up right at the bottom step.

I need a puppy lift.

Got it all done

I had a good talk with my parents yesterday. They share a grave site, which is a good thing. I don't have to keep running from one to the other...they are in the same place, and I don't have to repeat myself heh. They are "together forever" ... as is what is written in the gravestone. A little emotional to be sure, but yet still okay. It was okay. The best part of all it is fall, the trees were beautiful, and the geese find this quite area a nice place to hang out. Very peaceful. So, no tears, just some reflections and promises. It gets a little easier year after year.

But damn, the one thing I miss the most this time of year is.... All the family get together's. It always started out with Mom's birthday September 25th, My birthday Oct. 1st. Gord's birthday, and our anniversary Oct. 28th. and Cheri's (my nieces) birthday Oct. 30th. And if that wasn't enough Mom and Dad's anniversary was Nov. 11th. All these special occasions along with Thanksgiving in the middle of October, made for a very busy month. Sometimes, it was a little too much....but then we took a break until Christmas...and were happy to see each other again.

Even though it was hectic, we always had a good time. I will always remember my parents and the rest of the family coming over for my birthday in their later years when the moved to Winnipeg. I had the luck to be born on October 1st. which was Johnny Carson's Anniversary special... My parents loved Johnny Carson... and so did my bro and I. (we were pretty over him by this time though). But, when Johnny would do all the blasts from the past on his yearly show, it was like time had stood still. We were all...do you remember that...wasn't that funny?.... and we did that every year for about 10 years. It never got old. We just sat an waited until he brought out the guy who almost took out his testicles with an axe. I can't remember his name...but it never failed to make us laugh...very hard.

My bro and I were die hard fans of the old comedy, David Steinberg, Cosby, Smothers Brothers, George Carlin and later Cheech and Chong..and lot of others that I can't think of right now. They shaped our sense of humor... and the best laughs in comedy are the ones that just make your belly go up down..you don't even laugh because it's tooooo funny, and you get it!! You smile...jerk around for awhile, and go...dammmmmmmm. And you can't quit laughing in your belly. Those are the best laughs. My bro and I had one this summer........shit we almost got tossed out of a wedding. We should have never been seated beside each other, because we know what one of us will say will set the other one off. I hope the bride and groom will forgive us. We meant no harm.

I'm all over the page here tonight..but I feel the need to write and write. It's raining, and nice gentle rain and it's so peaceful.

I'm getting a little more DVD savvy. I almost copied a video I took this summer on a DVD. I was ..this close...then I guess I screwed up by not giving it enough time on the schedule....but I bought 50 DVD disks, so I'm bound to get it right before I run out. I think I know the problem, but it's always good to know you have 49 more tries.

I'm on my 2nd. piece of banana bread.. Oy.... I hope it doesn't rain too much more......because I is going to sink.

Best regards.

Just saying hi to my mom

She was always showing off her tomatoes......ahem...mom!!

Yesssss..it's one of THOSE posts. My mom died 9 years ago today. I am just going through a lot of memories in my head, and as of right now, I have deleted those that were the worst during the last two weeks of her life. I know it is normal to think of what you were doing the day before and the day of....and I know I couldn't have changed anything ..other than...oops's there I go again. Time to move on. I was going to go the cemetery after work; and you know WHAT.....I FORGOT. I thought of it as I was picking up groceries after work, then got all caught up in a sale at another store in the strip mall....and I FORGOT.... until I got home and started unpack my stuff. Well, she always knew I was a little self centered ... I don't know if I was trying to block this day out, or if I have de fever of the brain..or is that brian. This could be a good thing. It is a lot less stressful if you can actually let a small diversion...like scoring a can of kidney beans at one store for .30 cents cheaper than the other one. That's all it took. Plus, I found a whole lot of other bargains, so I guess it only takes a "sale" to put our troubles behind us. It worked for me. Nahhhh..I will go tomorrow and do my thing. But I have successfully put it off for another day.

Gord and I were having lunch today at home, and he asked me a question. I wasn't really paying attention because I was watching "All My Children"....don't hate me...I just watch one soap and that is on my lunch hour. So, I guess he asked me this question more than once, and finally he raised his voice ... and asked again, and I looked at him, and said "what are you yelling about?" He said "what did you say?"...I said "what are you yelling about?" and he started to laugh.. ..ummm I had just scarfed half a corned beef sandwich and was trying to chew it before I answered...and it came out "waff you jellying bout"...with my mouth open! God. I should order "twin hearing aids"....after all communication is very important in a marriage. Then I could turn if off and tune him out when ever I damn well please. Sorry... I didn't hear you when you going off on some kind of diatribe about the last customer you had ..who...had a Maytag washing machine (the one's he hates).. the customer did not meet him at the house in time ...customer had the washing machine in such a tiny space a Gnome could not even gone in there to service it, and the customer watched him the entire time asking stupid questions...let's not forget their dog who bit him going out the door. I missed that story, while watching "All My Children." With my mouth full.

I get a story, every lunch hour...so don't blame me for watching a soap...it's pretty well the same as our lives (except for the kissing), but at least...IT'S NOT REAL. And let's not forget, he has stories to tell me when he gets home from work at the end of the day. I don't mind being a sounding board, if I had a hearing aid I could switch it the hell off. I could just nod, and pretend I heard it all because he likes to talk and he probably would never notice . Who said getting older didn't have it's perks. Hearing aid's are US. I just have to keep on nodding, smiling, giving a high 5 once in awhile...and it's all good.

See ya tomorrow mom..I will bring flowers. I love you. and thanks for ironing my frilly blouses when they were in style...with that spray on starch stuff.

Mid Week Roundup

I have been sooooo busy at work I haven't had a chance to read all your blogs...I do my reading at work and my writing at home. I hate it when work interferes with my schedule. So please bear with me and I will catch up on your lives.

Back to the Blog Template. I emailed the lady who made it and she said it was supposed to look this way...off centre. huh... I don't know if she was just being sarcastic. I thanked her and said I loved her work, but I still don't "get" why it should not be centered. Maybe I'm a centre freak. I like things aligned, but then again I shouldn't complain she is giving this freely out of the goodness of her Mennonite heart. Her email...sounded somewhat terse....like "why are you asking"... oops, I just thought I was doing something wrong pal. Okay....just another thing to "nevermind" with.

I am finding more and more these days, that people are reading more into what I have said or written. I am going to have to check my communication skills. Sometimes it may not read the way I want it to sound. Email is evil that way. I have had a few instances where I didn't make myself clear and people were left wondering what I meant. Nothing serious...but all the same, I should think before I start clackidy clacking on de keys...

I got an email from my niece Lisa yesterday. I knew she was going with a guy who's grandparents lived in a small town about 7 miles from Altona where I grew up. I never put two and two together. Yesterday, I found out, that the guy she is going out with is the nephew to one of my best old girlfriends brother!!! What a small world. How could this happen? It's just amazing... I don't know why I'm so excited about this, but I JUST AM. Okay, I'm done with that for now...but I still can't believe it, after all these years.

Our next door neighbour asked us if we would mind if they trimmed one of our huge trees that were hanging over their fence and killing some of theirs...and of course we said yes! Our trees are out of control and of course it was the right thing to do. Well, on Monday, a crew of 4 guys were in our yard "trimming" our tree. Holy moly, did they trim it....and what a difference it made. I couldn't believe how bright it is in the garden area now, it's like someone turned on the switch! And it looks so much neater too. Now some of the shit I am trying to grow, might actually have a chance next year. I have always had the belief, if you seed it and it grows, then water it once or twice, then you have done your share. Your job is done. The rest is up to nature.

It's a good thing we never had kids... or...if we had kids....would we have seeded them (the old fashioned way), given them milk once or twice and sent them off to the garden...only to become GARDEN GNOMES?... stunted little people living off bugs. Probably. It would be so much easier than having regular kids. Clothing would not be much of an option...just a funny pointed hat, and trousers. Schooling would not be a problem because they don't really need an education to sit in your garden and look cute. Health problems would also be minimal...unless you get hit with the Gnomeassvirus...where the Gnome catches a cold, sneezes, and falls over on his ass. Which would mean you actually have to get off your ass, go down to the garden, and put him back upright. The downside of having Gnomes for children would be ..safety. As you all know, these children are often abducted by thieves...or by a parent after a messy divorce. They have to be protected by a very high fence.

So, any which way you look at it...having kids is a hard job and shouldn't be taken lightly




Somebody didn't see the GNOME NO SMOKING SIGN.

Off centre or not

I'll get the fall theme together by the weekend....

And yeah. the bat is gone...I think he/she was hiding all curled up just waiting for night fall...unless....he/she ugly bitch got in my garage............fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudge..............I never thought of that just unil now. I will be wearing a plastic garbage bag over my head when I get into my truck.... and how will I ever drive to work? Oh yeah, I can take it off after I'm in the truck...Phewwww. Sometimes, you just have to think things through.

Hey...Bat's in me Belfry

As you have seen, my template has changed and it's still off centre, just like me. So, why am I trying to change what is meant to be? Always sweating the small stuff.



It's been a pretty good week. There was no...."It's Alway's Something" crap going on. Unless you want to call having a "BAT" in your driveway exciting. YES, a BAT! Gord was hauling out the garbage from the back of the house to the front street this morning, and when he was coming back up the driveway, he spotted a large leaf...he bent down to pick it up...and it hissed at him. It was a freaking BAT! He called me outside and said you will never guess what's out here.........and of course as I was coming down the steps with my imagination in full gear, thinking ohhh, ho ho, he's pulling a trick on me! He leads me behind my SUV...and I cautiously follow...in my head I was thinking it would be a big surprise. It's weird how many thoughts can go through your head in a few seconds, when someone won't just yell up to you in the house and say...I found a dead body in the drainage ditch next door honey. No, it was a little teenie bat. Not quite dead, but alive enough to let you know to "mind your bidness."



After Gord left to wash my truck, I had to keep watching the bat out of curiosity. I didn't even think about taking it to vet (which really did cross my mind). I watched it sitting in the hot sun in the driveway, and thought eventually it would have to get some place dark. That is my knowledge base with bats. And it did. It started to crawl underneath Gord's service van. Very slowly. I was hoping it would latch to one of the fender wells and he would drive it away when he got home and it would go to a better home. Far, far away. Apparently, he must have missed the little bugger by an inch when he left in his van later on. There I was once again.... on serious Bat Patrol. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. Our neighbours were taking out their garbage a little later on, and I couldn't stop myself from going out and telling them..WE HAVE A BAT! Come and look at it. Some came..and shuddered, and talks of bat caves came up. So, I just checked a minute ago, and it's still there, and looks like it's deader than a doorknob...so I will wait till Gord gets home and maybe he will run over him this time. I can only hope.

I will be on Bat Shit Patrol for sometime....

I went for a much needed haircut on Saturday. My hair was pissing me off big time. Last week when I really needed to go for one, my stylist wasn't available, so I decided to cut off the offending parts myself. I never grow up. I have no patience. When things piss me off, I have to do something immediately. Well, Internet I made an error in judgement when I decided to cut the offending parts off. I know how to cut hair, I have done it for years, but I think I have forgotten a few essentials. I was going for a "shag" look and it ended up looking like ...Jane Fonda on drugs. Remember "Klute" she had the shag haircut I loved...and I had for many many years...but I guess I used to able to twist myself around in a mirror and cut it .... now, not so twisty in the bod ..cut bad. opps.


This brings me Saturday going to another "walk in" salon. My first impression was ...holy fuck...The receptionist had a row of bleached blonde curls from the crown of her head to her eyebrows...which was parted..neatly on each side with pitch black hair on each side. Not a bad look for a skunk. She was Russian and could hardly speak English...but being the receptionist she knew I was there to get my hair cut so we got around why the hell I was there.. As I was making the arrangements, she was frantically waiving to another lady in the back room (who was visible from the front door) and she said.... ..dis vill be yorm styveist from todayest I hope you likes her notz.

Notz........
My stylist for the day, was a Summo Wrestler/Nazi. No nonsense. No talking butthead. First she butted me in the chair, and asked what style I wanted. I explained..in a very timid voice..because I was scared of her. She said ... it could be done. Then I made the fatal error, I asked her if I could change my mind....well holy hell, she hadn't even started and this seemed like such an inconvenience, but she said okay with a frown. I asked her if she could do the style like one of her co-workers had and maybe she got all ticked off because I didn't ask for her style...which was Sumo hmmmm slash Nazi.

Then I had to pay the price. She cut my hair the way I asked for it in the first place...not like the stylists. Plus, I had to hold my head "in place"... I could not move, every time my head would go a little right or left...she would cup the back of my head ..with a little force.. and straighten it out. More than once. What the hell.....So I sat like a soldier in my seat for about 15 minutes. Then, she decided to blow dry my hair...usually in these "walk in" places it's a hair cut...and then you are gone. Like McDonald's.....This was Torture. She brought out the blow dryer, and the hard round brush they use to roll your hair with. I swear to God.....she knocked my head so hard with the brush I was almost in a coma. Bang...blow dry...bang..blow dry..bang...blow dry....I could feel the lumps in my head growing. Finally when she figured she would not get me to confess to any sins I had committed to my government and to the Sumo Wrestling Community she knocked it off.

After that I went grocery shopping and I was in a haze. I had head trauma. I bought kid's cereals, and I don't even have kids.. I bought Tampax ... and I'm way over that... I don't know what I will do with that. I may light the ends and throw it over the neighbours fence and yell "incoming". Canadians don't usually do shit like that, but ..hey I has got me some trauma to the head.

I have some pic's tonight too. some interesting, some not. We had pork roast tonight. Pork roast fancy style. We had that once before with spinach, fancy cheeses and ham in it. It was really good, I bought some new small potatoes from from the market garden store down the street and I made roasted potatoes and fresh carrots with a cream sauce. It was very good. But as in the time before.... the cheese leaked out of the pork roast and got a little lost in the taste when you slice it. But I didn't really notice, because I still have head trauma.

My Penny has been much better lately. Touch wood. It seems like the arthritis has done all the damage it's going to do for now and is subsiding. Med's aren't needed half as often and she is getting back to her old self. Not to say she anywhere near where she was before this, but this is manageable. Here she is playing with her old old ball which she loves so much and is lying in her doggy bed with it between her two front legs. It's so funny to watch her when she plays with it, she uses her front legs to lift it up and play.


Just some fresh tomatoes and bread I have going on here lately.

As much as I love spring, summer, and fall, I am getting ready for winter. Spring is exciting, summer is relaxing and fall is reflective and winter has it's place even as cold as it is here, the pace becomes slower, time to think without all the distractions of summer. It can become tedious by February...but we all know March and April are around the corner, and that the cycle continues. Life...she's funny like that.

YEAHHHH I KNOW

I changed the template...and it's still crooked...son of a gun!! Now I have to re-enter all my stuff again...I am my worst enemy.

Just a quicky tonight.

I found the best picture ever ...better than Angel Man...

Once a month we showcase pictures on the Brenda photo challege. This week it was ... as you may have noticed "things with wings." As I was going through all the pictures that were sent in...I saw this one and it just blew me away.


This looks just like my "plow boys ass" ...who took this picture??? haaa.. Should Gord ever give up plowing in winter with the plow on his truck...this is what he would look like. And because he plows everyone's driveway whether they like it or not....the angel wings are appropriate. I bet if his truck broke down...he'd be out there shovelling their driveways by hand...but not nakid...no not nakid.......

Here it is for your enjoyment....

It's freaky, he has the same boots too!!! But his wings are intact, this guy has a piece missing on one of them.

Thanks to Cupcakes. Check out her blog, she lives in the best part of the world. I bet she's never even seen snow. I shouldn't say that, I haven't had a chance to read her blog at any length.

Just a question......is it just me...or is this template off centre?....it's bugging the crap out of me. If so, I will have to move on ....and try something else. It looks off centre at work and at home and I'm on firefox. Let me know. Danke!

I'm off to take a peek at plow boy's butt, just to make sure it looks like the one in the picture...heh... I like them plump.

I bought my dog a heated doggie bed

After spending 70 bucks on it...she sleeps beside it! Fortheloveofpennyloafer!! I have no idea why she doesn't care for it, perhaps it's ...hmmmm too warm... but I thought dogs with arthertis would like a little heat! It doesn't appear so. You have no idea how many doggie beds I have spread out my house. Let's not forget the deck, I have mats set down for her there....and she curls up under a patio chair...where it is really hard and cold and damp.


We had a really funny weather wise day today. It rained for two minutes, then it was sunny, then rained again, all day long. At one point it was raining in the front yard and not it the back yard. I'm thinking God was trying to see if I was on my toes. He was defintaley trying to play a trick on me while I was hauling out the garbage to the street, I was in the back and it was dry while I was picking up 4 stinking bags of garbage with a trillion wasps following me and when I opened the back gate to the front street, it was raining! That guy has a sense of humour I tell you. How could that happen?


We had Attitute Adjustment Hour (AAH )yesterday as usual....

Gord and his brother went on a short road trip with their bikes later in the afternoon. I told Gord there was a thunderstorm warning for our area, and he just "rolled" his eyes...yeah yeah..."so what"..says he, we are only going out for two hours. ahem...joanie balonie was right... they were supposed to back here by 6:30 and Gord finally pulled in at 7:00 soaking wet. His leather jacket, chaps etc. weighed approximately the weight of the cow they came from. He was soaked to the gills. His brother Ron stopped at his house which was on the way back to ours and got cleaned up before he came back for AAH. Gord looked like he had pissed himself he was so wet...so he took a shower and by that time Ron was back at our house. Sheila and I were just laughing at these guys...good grief ... it was a major thunderstorm...but they loved it. I always thought you did the stupid stuff when you were young...some guys never grow up.


After Ron came back to the house he drove up in his new Mercedes. It's a Mercedes something or other, and it's is cool. I didn't get a chance to show how the convertable top comes up and down. Now..that is something to see. I just ran out after the rain and snapped a few pics..







Cool, but hey not for the average person who needs to transport groceries.. it's for the ubber cool and the wealthy. Count me out. But his cars look good in our driveway, I wonder what the neighbours think somedays..

After the guys had all dried up and shit, we started AHH hour and the topic of blood pressure came up...fahhhhhhhck. Now everyone including Ron, Gord and his sister Sheila wanted to take their blood pressure, and of course we have the portable one. I have problems with taking a test...so I tried my best to talk them out it...but no...Gord went into the bedroom got out the ole blood pressure tester. Now, it was a contest. Yup. all three of them had a drink or two. But you have to realize they are brothers with one sister...and they all have the same genes.. and they want to beat each other with the result from the blood pressure testing. Competitive is not the word for them...it goes a little further. I could never imagine my bro and I trying to beat each other out taking our blood pressure. I'm not sure who won at the end of it all...there was a lot of bleeping going on from that poor old machine... and arguing about who had the best overall...however everyone was was within normal blood pressure limits. What's next? I'm going to have to get a MIR unit installed in the house so we can self scan ourselves to see who is the healthest. Why can't they just play cards like normal folks do? No, they like to win at a different level...good grief.

How did it come to this..... my house has turned into a seniors centre. What's next, they might start performing operations on each other. I'm hiding all my organs.

Photo Challenge

As you all know I have a winged' friend who gives me much pleasure ....so once again I have to introduce you to "Angel Man." I promise I won't show him again until Christmas...but hey she said it had to have wings!







This one is truly my favourite.. Mackenna my grandniece ..click to see it all.

This is my grandniece Jessica...with a Monarch that perched on her finger

These are pretty old, when I was still doing computer scrap booking... it's nice to look back on them.

That's all I got for wings tonight, unless Angel Man comes and scoops me up and gives me ride...but as much publicity I have given him, he remains aloof...or aloft. Or whatever. Dang.

Just call me Joan the Crone

I think I have officially reached Cronedom



That's all I have to say about that other than when I laughed so hard today I left a little pee pee in my pants.



What's next...adult diapers? Nursing homes who abuse you? Altzheimers, at least then I wouldn't know if I shit my pants.... good luck to my care givers...hold your noses and please know I would be so embarrased if this happened in my real life. And don't forget to shave my mustache...I am sure someone will come to visit, and I don't want them thinking I was a man...god knows we have enough of them. SOMEONE PLEASE COME AND SHAVE MY FACE....I refuse to go out looking like a half man half woman circus freak. I know you can get the stash removed forever, but you have to let it grow...for a long time before they will zap it....and I'm not willing to have it grow that long before I get there...so I shave. Now, I have told you my shame....I have facial hair....and bic razors....(24) pack.

I take your leave.

Lots of rain today...

And that is a good thing. I'm tired of sitting outside swatting wasps. I'm getting ready to nest for winter I suppose.

My pot of soup is smelling so good. Thanks Hippychick...for all the special stuff I needed for making a perfect Mennonite soup, and it's all fresh...which makes it so much better. I don't follow the recipes Mennonites use for their soups, I just used the herbs, and fresh beet leaves and sorrel and you can't go wrong. I know my mom was always specific with soup..cabbage borscht needed this herb, and beet leaf borscht needed that one, and potato soup needed ..whatever....I just like to throw the whole thing in a pot and call it a Mennonite Surprise. Heh...and it's hard to surprise a Mennonite...unless you make it nakid. My "Lutheran" (Gord) who put's up with my Mennonite soup ways, is always amicable .... and eats it even if it tastes like shit and says it was good. Lutherans are far too polite. A Mennonite would tell his wife/cook/and mother of his children .. it tasted "funny"....Mennonites have never been known for their tactfulness. We must always speak the truth, even if it hurts the ones you love..heh... as he walks out of the kitchen, farts and belches . To be fair, I am talking old time Mennonites..I haven't been around them for a long time. They may even "dance" now for all I know...not that I would ever want to see that.

Penny Loafer is having a good week. She still is lame, but way more comfortable than before. Could it be that I have twenty of more little doggy beds all over the house? Okay I lied...two more. We had a great weekend and I spoiled the crapolla out of her.

Gord is watching a James Bond movie about 15 feet from me....and my concentration has gone to hell. Bullets are flying, cars are crashing...and now apparently they are trying to drown him...there is more noise in here than yesterday with the guy with the fricking sander...........

Time for supper...and I'm sure the Lutheran will love it.