So I've been entertaining the thought of telling you about this other little obsession I have. One that allows me to live in the moment and tell the www just what is going through my mind in that moment. I can post oh so randomly, whenever I want. Even through my phone! How's that for cool, eh?
The only problem is that, if you wanted to read my randomness, you'd have to sign up. And check it, like actually log in and go there. I know, tough to do, tough to commit to.
But here we go... I'll let the cat out of the bag. I think I've become addicted to Twitter.
I'm just getting into the groove of it all, but it's pretty cool.
So think about it. Check it out. If you think that it's something you'd like to do, let me know. I'll give you my username so you can follow my, as they say, "tweets".
Ciao!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
The phone rang
Well dear blog readers, it would appear that I've been silenced once again by one my children. I did have a really entertaining post ready to go right after #1 took his road test.
Yes.
We let him do the road test. And while some of you are saying "are you nuts?" or "what the hell?", after the quad incident, we did what needed to be done. We took the advice from one whom we trust and has done a world of good where #1 is concerned.
And well.... we weren't paying for it. He was.
I had told him that when he passes the road test and gets the license, we will foot the bill... and well, there's no money out of pocket here.... But....I can't tell you about it. Which is really too bad.
What I will tell you about is the sound of the phone ringing at 3:21 am and how it makes one wake up instantly, and be, for the most part, able to understand and function and react and make decisions. Amazing, it really is.
My offices' alarm monitoring company called me. Apparently, there was an alarm that was triggered in the "south warehouse" and would I come and check it out.
Uhmmm....hello?
"Why are you calling me?"
"Because you're on the list."
"Great.... I live an hour away..."
"Well, you're on the list."
"Is (insert owner's name here) on the list?"
"No, he's not on the list."
"Who else is on the list?"
"Ma'am (how I hate that!)...what would you like us to do? Shall we call the police?"
"Any other options?"
"Yes ma'am, we can dismiss the call."
"Do that. I'll take care of it from here.... you know.... an hour away. Thanks for calling by the way...."
I stumbled out of bed, because you know, all that brain activity right from the get go, well, yes, one would stumble, and I headed to my cell phone. Because we all know that every number we'd could ever possibly imagine we would ever need, is stored in our cell phone.
I called the "operations manager" and let her know the alarm had gone off and that she best be getting her butt to the office.
Needless to say, there were some changes made to "the list" today. I am no longer on it.
I am however, very tired.
Ciao!
Yes.
We let him do the road test. And while some of you are saying "are you nuts?" or "what the hell?", after the quad incident, we did what needed to be done. We took the advice from one whom we trust and has done a world of good where #1 is concerned.
And well.... we weren't paying for it. He was.
I had told him that when he passes the road test and gets the license, we will foot the bill... and well, there's no money out of pocket here.... But....I can't tell you about it. Which is really too bad.
What I will tell you about is the sound of the phone ringing at 3:21 am and how it makes one wake up instantly, and be, for the most part, able to understand and function and react and make decisions. Amazing, it really is.
My offices' alarm monitoring company called me. Apparently, there was an alarm that was triggered in the "south warehouse" and would I come and check it out.
Uhmmm....hello?
"Why are you calling me?"
"Because you're on the list."
"Great.... I live an hour away..."
"Well, you're on the list."
"Is (insert owner's name here) on the list?"
"No, he's not on the list."
"Who else is on the list?"
"Ma'am (how I hate that!)...what would you like us to do? Shall we call the police?"
"Any other options?"
"Yes ma'am, we can dismiss the call."
"Do that. I'll take care of it from here.... you know.... an hour away. Thanks for calling by the way...."
I stumbled out of bed, because you know, all that brain activity right from the get go, well, yes, one would stumble, and I headed to my cell phone. Because we all know that every number we'd could ever possibly imagine we would ever need, is stored in our cell phone.
I called the "operations manager" and let her know the alarm had gone off and that she best be getting her butt to the office.
Needless to say, there were some changes made to "the list" today. I am no longer on it.
I am however, very tired.
Ciao!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I've "borrowed" this
But really, it makes so much sense!
"Getting your feelings hurt is your heart's way of telling you that all systems are a go."
And yes, all systems are a go!
"Getting your feelings hurt is your heart's way of telling you that all systems are a go."
And yes, all systems are a go!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Shenanigans on a late Monday evening
10:45 pm
I ask #1 to head outside to plug in the car. It’s going to be colder than it has been and I’m in my pj’s and feeling rather lazy. He asks if he can take the dogs with him. I hemmed and hawed as Boy dog has been having the urge to explore the neighbourhood.
“Okay, just make sure you keep an eye on him”
10:53
#1 comes in the house to get his snowmobile suit on and the key to the quad. “Damn Boy dog…he bolted as soon as I turned my back to fix the cords. I know which way he headed so I’m going after him.” Uhmmm, this is not going to go over well with your dad I’m thinking as SG comes into the room and tells #1 to do it on foot; the quad is low on gas. “No Dad, its okay, if I go now I won’t have to go that far.” A bit of a banter back and forth and #1 heads out to start the quad.
10:58
The quad leaves the yard.
11:13
The quad returns to the yard. #1 comes into the house, out of breath, red in the face and with a terrified look on his face. He strips down, plops himself on the couch and proceeds to hyper-ventilate. I ask what’s wrong and get no answer. I ask where the dog is and get no answer. I get a paper bag.
11:15
#1’s breathing begins to return to normal and he’s clasping at his chest, tells me it’s all tight and he thinks he’s having a heart attack. He says his throat is tight and it feels like someone is standing on his chest.
11:15 and ½
I try not to panic as I attempt to find his pulse. I can’t. Run to the bedroom for one of the inhalers and get SG.
11:15 and ¾’s
Run back with the inhaler and SG in tow. #1 says it’s starting to feel better.
11:16
“Where’s the dog?” is asked again.
“I didn’t find him, I ran out of gas” was the answer.
A small discussion ensues with #1 telling us how the quad, when it runs out of gas, the wheels lock up and this is what happened. He managed to limp it home however, on the fumes that remained. This story is not looking good.
11:18
SG gets dressed and heads out in the van to try and find the dog
11:19
“He’s not looking for the dog; he’s going to look at the quad tracks. And I am so dead when he gets back”. “What really happened?” I ask. I get no response.
11:47 (yes, it was silent the whole time)
I pick up the phone and call SG. “Any sign of the dog?” “No” is the response. Oh, okay, guess this call is over. And I realize that this really! isn’t looking good for #1. Not good at all.
12:13
SG returns, with dog in tow. Stern lecture is given to the run away dog and he’s locked in the kennel. We then proceed to find out what really happened, according to the “CSI investigator” SG. And yes, things were not looking good for #1. As a matter of fact, well, never mind.
Turns out he wasn’t really looking for the dog after all. He was pulling donuts and slipping and sliding all over the roads, having the time of his life.
Until he lost control and had the quad land on top of him in the ditch. Upside down.
And, now, here comes the kicker….
Tuesday, 8:02 am
“Hi Mom, how are you?”
“I’m fine, how’s your chest feeling?”
“Okay, it’s okay, just a little sore. Uhm, I was wondering if it would be okay if I went for my road test on Thursday. They had a cancellation.
What part of this does just not make sense? Oh yeah, the mind of a 16 year old and just how it works.
Or doesn’t.
I ask #1 to head outside to plug in the car. It’s going to be colder than it has been and I’m in my pj’s and feeling rather lazy. He asks if he can take the dogs with him. I hemmed and hawed as Boy dog has been having the urge to explore the neighbourhood.
“Okay, just make sure you keep an eye on him”
10:53
#1 comes in the house to get his snowmobile suit on and the key to the quad. “Damn Boy dog…he bolted as soon as I turned my back to fix the cords. I know which way he headed so I’m going after him.” Uhmmm, this is not going to go over well with your dad I’m thinking as SG comes into the room and tells #1 to do it on foot; the quad is low on gas. “No Dad, its okay, if I go now I won’t have to go that far.” A bit of a banter back and forth and #1 heads out to start the quad.
10:58
The quad leaves the yard.
11:13
The quad returns to the yard. #1 comes into the house, out of breath, red in the face and with a terrified look on his face. He strips down, plops himself on the couch and proceeds to hyper-ventilate. I ask what’s wrong and get no answer. I ask where the dog is and get no answer. I get a paper bag.
11:15
#1’s breathing begins to return to normal and he’s clasping at his chest, tells me it’s all tight and he thinks he’s having a heart attack. He says his throat is tight and it feels like someone is standing on his chest.
11:15 and ½
I try not to panic as I attempt to find his pulse. I can’t. Run to the bedroom for one of the inhalers and get SG.
11:15 and ¾’s
Run back with the inhaler and SG in tow. #1 says it’s starting to feel better.
11:16
“Where’s the dog?” is asked again.
“I didn’t find him, I ran out of gas” was the answer.
A small discussion ensues with #1 telling us how the quad, when it runs out of gas, the wheels lock up and this is what happened. He managed to limp it home however, on the fumes that remained. This story is not looking good.
11:18
SG gets dressed and heads out in the van to try and find the dog
11:19
“He’s not looking for the dog; he’s going to look at the quad tracks. And I am so dead when he gets back”. “What really happened?” I ask. I get no response.
11:47 (yes, it was silent the whole time)
I pick up the phone and call SG. “Any sign of the dog?” “No” is the response. Oh, okay, guess this call is over. And I realize that this really! isn’t looking good for #1. Not good at all.
12:13
SG returns, with dog in tow. Stern lecture is given to the run away dog and he’s locked in the kennel. We then proceed to find out what really happened, according to the “CSI investigator” SG. And yes, things were not looking good for #1. As a matter of fact, well, never mind.
Turns out he wasn’t really looking for the dog after all. He was pulling donuts and slipping and sliding all over the roads, having the time of his life.
Until he lost control and had the quad land on top of him in the ditch. Upside down.
And, now, here comes the kicker….
Tuesday, 8:02 am
“Hi Mom, how are you?”
“I’m fine, how’s your chest feeling?”
“Okay, it’s okay, just a little sore. Uhm, I was wondering if it would be okay if I went for my road test on Thursday. They had a cancellation.
What part of this does just not make sense? Oh yeah, the mind of a 16 year old and just how it works.
Or doesn’t.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
February Long Weekend
And quite frankly, I need tomorrow off in order to get some rest and recuperate!
What an absolutely fabulous weekend. Full of laughs and giggles and puppies and life and stuff. Mind you, it still contained the same amount of laundry, dishes, housework, shopping, and well, all the things that need to be done on the weekend, it was none the less, a helluva good time. Had by all I might add!
I can't tell you much about it. I mean, really.... I put myself out here for you to read and get to know and tell you about the stuff that's going on, and well, is fit to print. But I'd feel better if you just didn't know everything about me. And well, there may or may not be some areas that I can't remember.....just sayin' maybe!
But believe you me, there are pictures. Lots and lots of pictures! I don't know why we broke out the cameras, but I'm really glad we did.
What an absolutely fabulous weekend. Full of laughs and giggles and puppies and life and stuff. Mind you, it still contained the same amount of laundry, dishes, housework, shopping, and well, all the things that need to be done on the weekend, it was none the less, a helluva good time. Had by all I might add!
I can't tell you much about it. I mean, really.... I put myself out here for you to read and get to know and tell you about the stuff that's going on, and well, is fit to print. But I'd feel better if you just didn't know everything about me. And well, there may or may not be some areas that I can't remember.....just sayin' maybe!
But believe you me, there are pictures. Lots and lots of pictures! I don't know why we broke out the cameras, but I'm really glad we did.
Guitar Lessons - SG didn't remember any of it!
The power of the crystals. This was an interesting lesson ...and BB didn't remember any of it either.
Chips. With dip. And wine. Oh, and the Clamato for the beer.
Okay, so when you're really feeling the grape and you're all full from the chicken wings and chips, you make stick figures out of the wing bones....don't you?!
Next weekend ~ the Meatloaf Cook Off!! I can hardly wait....
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
For your viewing pleasure
Sunshine through the trees
SG's "little princess"... the daughter he never had... aka "Nikki"
She's a snow lover she is!
Nikki getting a "talkin' to" from her dad.... teenagers, I tell ya!!
One of the pups taken yesterday
The coolest photo I've ever taken.
I've got some words brewing inside my head, so you can expect some reading material soon!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Techno Goddess!!!!
Oh yes, yes I am.
I, (yes me) do currently have, in my possession, two computer hard drives (never to be hacked into again I might add) that do contain everything you need in order to be be able to use the following: Two iPod Nano's containing 8 gb each of material, and iPod Touch (you got it, 30 gb of stuff as well) that I have on my person.
I also have two digital cameras, three cell phones, and all, yes, ALL!! of the remote controls for everything in this house that needs a remote control.
Mom is back! And she's taking control!
Deal with it as you will. And you will need to deal with it!!!
Because the Techno Goddess is "back in town"!
Mind you, she's got some learning to do...
Ciao!
I, (yes me) do currently have, in my possession, two computer hard drives (never to be hacked into again I might add) that do contain everything you need in order to be be able to use the following: Two iPod Nano's containing 8 gb each of material, and iPod Touch (you got it, 30 gb of stuff as well) that I have on my person.
I also have two digital cameras, three cell phones, and all, yes, ALL!! of the remote controls for everything in this house that needs a remote control.
Mom is back! And she's taking control!
Deal with it as you will. And you will need to deal with it!!!
Because the Techno Goddess is "back in town"!
Mind you, she's got some learning to do...
Ciao!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Maggie Maintenance
Maggie had her 45 day check up yesterday.
And she is good. Healthy, using fluids efficiently and all is well.
I am happy.
SG however, not so much. He's wondering why he doesn't get the same treatment at his dealership that I'm getting at mine.
I think its because I'm cuter than him. He says its because of the nephew. I'm sticking with the cuter philosophy I got going on.
SG: How much is this costing us?
Me: Nothing.
SG: Really? They're doing this for free?
Me: Yep. 45 day checkup. They look at the fluids, check all levels, just make sure she's working like she's supposed to.
SG: And it doesn't cost anything?
Me: Nope
And.... to add insult to his injury, they not only filled my washer fluid, looked into why my one tire was a little low, they then gave her a bath! SG could barely bring himself to get back into her he was so beside himself with the level of service.
I asked him if he wanted me to go to his dealership with the van next time. He just gave me a dirty look.
Ciao!
And she is good. Healthy, using fluids efficiently and all is well.
I am happy.
SG however, not so much. He's wondering why he doesn't get the same treatment at his dealership that I'm getting at mine.
I think its because I'm cuter than him. He says its because of the nephew. I'm sticking with the cuter philosophy I got going on.
SG: How much is this costing us?
Me: Nothing.
SG: Really? They're doing this for free?
Me: Yep. 45 day checkup. They look at the fluids, check all levels, just make sure she's working like she's supposed to.
SG: And it doesn't cost anything?
Me: Nope
And.... to add insult to his injury, they not only filled my washer fluid, looked into why my one tire was a little low, they then gave her a bath! SG could barely bring himself to get back into her he was so beside himself with the level of service.
I asked him if he wanted me to go to his dealership with the van next time. He just gave me a dirty look.
Ciao!
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