SG: You better start checking your dog for ticks
Me: Huh???
SG: Your dog.... you know, the littlest one? You better start checking her for ticks.
Me: Oh her!!!! noooo, she's not my dog... she's our dog.... the family's dog...
SG: Well, I pulled three ticks out of her ear this morning, two of them quite deep
Me: I don't need to hear this you know? Besides, she's your dog....
SG: No. She's your dog.
Me: Uhmmm... You picked her. You named her. I just take her to school. She's your dog!
SG: Oh, now she's my dog....
Me: Until the end of tick season, then she's back to being my dog....
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Screw it
Waaay back when I used to work downtown it was a rite of summer. At least once a week you'd hit the hot dog carts that would line Broadway. They were always there once the weather turned nice. And there were even a few die hards that were there when the weather wasn't so nice.
You'd find your favourite and become a loyal customer. There would be line ups but it was okay, there was always plenty of distractions to keep you entertained while you'd wait for your turn. And by distractions, I mean, good looking men in suits. Anyway...
Now I work in suburbia. It's in an area where we have lots of big box outlets just down the street, but nary a hot dog cart. Sure, there's Costco close by where you're always guaranteed a good hot dog, but its not quite the same. There's just something about buying a tube steak off a guy on the street that has q'd it up, right there, outside your office door. I was missing that. So was one of my co-workers.
Until Tuesday.
Lo' and behold we see a food van out on the street. With signage. Hot Dogs. Burgers. Fries. Perogies. Not a hot dog cart mind you, but the next best thing we thought. And if it was a van, the chances were good it sold more than just hot dogs. Which might be an even better thing! It was decided that Friday was the day we would head over there, check it out and see if this was to become the new routine.
As we made our way over there we could barely contain our excitement. We were reminiscing about the old days (well, my reminiscing was older than others, but whatever) and couldn't wait to see what the offerings were. We weren't disappointed. The truck had everything.
Fries and a Smokey for me, Poutine and a Hot Dog for my co-worker. With orders in hand, we made our way back to the office to sit and enjoy. As we dove into the artery clogging, high in fat, preservative laden nosh, my co-worker was just about to put a forkful of poutine into her mouth when she dropped the fork and yelled "OH MY GAWDD!!!"
Being one who tends to react, shall we say, as if the world is coming to an end when someone yells like that, I too dropped my fork, slid my chair back, stood up and yelled right back "WHAT?? WHAT IS IT??" I was ready to get right the hell outta there if need be.
"There's a screw in my Poutine...."
Okay, we may have over reacted somewhat, what, with all the yelling that brought everyone else in the office to see what was going on, but you can never be too sure.... I took a look and sure enough, there it was. A nice shiny screw, right in there with the fries and gravy and cheese.
I looked at my fries... then... I resisted the urge to throw up. I mean, I know it could've been worse, like that restaurant in one of the malls that had the baby mice in the stir fry, but c'mon... who knows where that screw had been? What had touch it? My fries had been cooked with her fries.... I'm getting somewhat nauseous just writing about it.
We regained our composure and decided to take the food back and let the guy know what we found. He was very apologetic, gave us back our money and offered to make us new food, at no charge.
Yeah... uhmmmm...NO!!
It's been decided that next Friday, we're heading downtown to line up, view the distractions and get us some real, genuine q'd up hot dogs! Maybe some chips and chili from that place that makes the best the city has to offer...
We'll definitely be avoiding food that is served out of a van.
Ciao!
You'd find your favourite and become a loyal customer. There would be line ups but it was okay, there was always plenty of distractions to keep you entertained while you'd wait for your turn. And by distractions, I mean, good looking men in suits. Anyway...
Now I work in suburbia. It's in an area where we have lots of big box outlets just down the street, but nary a hot dog cart. Sure, there's Costco close by where you're always guaranteed a good hot dog, but its not quite the same. There's just something about buying a tube steak off a guy on the street that has q'd it up, right there, outside your office door. I was missing that. So was one of my co-workers.
Until Tuesday.
Lo' and behold we see a food van out on the street. With signage. Hot Dogs. Burgers. Fries. Perogies. Not a hot dog cart mind you, but the next best thing we thought. And if it was a van, the chances were good it sold more than just hot dogs. Which might be an even better thing! It was decided that Friday was the day we would head over there, check it out and see if this was to become the new routine.
As we made our way over there we could barely contain our excitement. We were reminiscing about the old days (well, my reminiscing was older than others, but whatever) and couldn't wait to see what the offerings were. We weren't disappointed. The truck had everything.
Fries and a Smokey for me, Poutine and a Hot Dog for my co-worker. With orders in hand, we made our way back to the office to sit and enjoy. As we dove into the artery clogging, high in fat, preservative laden nosh, my co-worker was just about to put a forkful of poutine into her mouth when she dropped the fork and yelled "OH MY GAWDD!!!"
Being one who tends to react, shall we say, as if the world is coming to an end when someone yells like that, I too dropped my fork, slid my chair back, stood up and yelled right back "WHAT?? WHAT IS IT??" I was ready to get right the hell outta there if need be.
"There's a screw in my Poutine...."
Okay, we may have over reacted somewhat, what, with all the yelling that brought everyone else in the office to see what was going on, but you can never be too sure.... I took a look and sure enough, there it was. A nice shiny screw, right in there with the fries and gravy and cheese.
I looked at my fries... then... I resisted the urge to throw up. I mean, I know it could've been worse, like that restaurant in one of the malls that had the baby mice in the stir fry, but c'mon... who knows where that screw had been? What had touch it? My fries had been cooked with her fries.... I'm getting somewhat nauseous just writing about it.
We regained our composure and decided to take the food back and let the guy know what we found. He was very apologetic, gave us back our money and offered to make us new food, at no charge.
Yeah... uhmmmm...NO!!
It's been decided that next Friday, we're heading downtown to line up, view the distractions and get us some real, genuine q'd up hot dogs! Maybe some chips and chili from that place that makes the best the city has to offer...
We'll definitely be avoiding food that is served out of a van.
Ciao!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
New Philosophy
After much deliberation and consideration, I've decided that these are the words that I shall live by:
And then there's this:
For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.
CONCLUSION
Okay, so I "borrowed" this from an email... it made me laugh out loud, which is exactly what I need right now.
You probably need to laugh too, so I shared it!
Ciao!
'Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely
in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways -
Cabernet in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WOO HOO, What a Ride'
And then there's this:
For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.
1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
CONCLUSION
Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.
Okay, so I "borrowed" this from an email... it made me laugh out loud, which is exactly what I need right now.
You probably need to laugh too, so I shared it!
I know, I know.... I'm nice like that...
Ciao!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Not much going on...
The real life thing has been keeping my on toes.... Have I mentioned I really needed to win the lottery? lol And I won't mention the boys... At what age is that they can leave home again???? I'm kidding... well, maybe not really...
Anyway, I thought that this was an incredible picture. It was taken about 20 minutes ago.
Just stunning....
Anyway, I thought that this was an incredible picture. It was taken about 20 minutes ago.
Just stunning....
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Pass the frickin’ test already…
So guess who spent her Saturday, for the most part, in her car? Guess who burned up a quarter tank of gas, driving this one here and that one there, picking that one up and….?
If you said Jodie, you’d be right.
I don’t care for days like today. It was too nice out, and, even though I have the “moon roof”, it didn’t really do justice to actually being outside of the car! And I had to have an inside of the car day…
But by about 6:30 I thought it was over. #1 was at work (I’d driven him earlier in the afternoon) and #2 had just been dropped off at his party. Finally..! A break for a few hours.
And then the text message; “Can u brng me sum supper”
And…. back into the car I go, armed with supper for the kid who has a job.
“Thanks Mom”
“mmpphhh”
“What’s the matter?”
And, while I may regret ever saying this, I really do think I mean it....
“Just when are you going to pass your road test? You know….I’ve spent my whole day driving around, shuttling you and #2 back and forth and here and there and you know what the worst part about it was? No, it wasn’t spending time with you both, it was the fact that if you had just listened to me when I was correcting you and your lousy driving habits, you would’ve passed the first time and then you could’ve been the one picking #2 up at his party and I COULD BE IN A FREAKING HOT TUB RIGHT NOW!!!! DRINKING MARGARITAS!!!!!!!!”
(Okay... not a stellar parenting moment… I realize this...)
“Well, you’re really gonna be pissed now…. “
“Why? And don’t tell me you’re going out after work, because YOU ARE NOT!!!”
“I have a ride home”
Silence. For what seemed like an instant....then I thought “Hey….I could make arrangements to have #2 picked up and head over to that hot tub we’d been invited to and have a couple of Margaritas….” But then I remembered that earlier, knowing that I’d be picking #1 up anyway, I volunteered to pick up a couple of the others as well as my own.
“great… just great”
Oh well…such is life I said to myself and headed home. I was actually looking forward to standing up for a little while, as opposed to sitting on my ass in the car....or a hot tub... okay, not really the hot tub thing.
About an hour and a half later, the phone rang. It was #2 calling to let me know that I didn’t need to pick him and his friends up.
“Why?”
“Because Jarrett’s mom is going to pick us up and drive us home”
“I see…. And what time is it that you’ll be picked up and delivered?”
“She’s coming at 12:30….”
“Hmmm….guess that’s better than my 11:30 pick up time isn’t it? What? Did the three of you all call home to see whose mom would pick you up the latest and then proceed to make changes to the plan?”
“Mom….how in the hell did you know that??? That’s exactly what we did. I’m sorry, but you need to loosen up. I’m 13 you know… I can stay out past 12….”
“You know, when I was thirteen… my curfew was ….okay…. never mind, we’ll talk about this later… You are in some kind of deep doo-doo by the way? I’m sooo…. okay, never mind….Don’t do anything dumb, have fun and remember your manners…. and no kissing girls!!!!!!”
“G’nite Mom…thanks”
A quick look at the clock… crap! It was too late…. Yeah, I’ll admit it, I was still thinking about the hot tub and margarita’s…. but no… it was too late.
And that, my dear readers, is why I have finally relented. Why I have decided to start sending “good karma” to my #1 son. He needs to get his license. So he can do all this dropping off and picking up.
In his dad’s van.
Purely selfish I know… and I think it’s time.
Ciao!!
If you said Jodie, you’d be right.
I don’t care for days like today. It was too nice out, and, even though I have the “moon roof”, it didn’t really do justice to actually being outside of the car! And I had to have an inside of the car day…
But by about 6:30 I thought it was over. #1 was at work (I’d driven him earlier in the afternoon) and #2 had just been dropped off at his party. Finally..! A break for a few hours.
And then the text message; “Can u brng me sum supper”
And…. back into the car I go, armed with supper for the kid who has a job.
“Thanks Mom”
“mmpphhh”
“What’s the matter?”
And, while I may regret ever saying this, I really do think I mean it....
“Just when are you going to pass your road test? You know….I’ve spent my whole day driving around, shuttling you and #2 back and forth and here and there and you know what the worst part about it was? No, it wasn’t spending time with you both, it was the fact that if you had just listened to me when I was correcting you and your lousy driving habits, you would’ve passed the first time and then you could’ve been the one picking #2 up at his party and I COULD BE IN A FREAKING HOT TUB RIGHT NOW!!!! DRINKING MARGARITAS!!!!!!!!”
(Okay... not a stellar parenting moment… I realize this...)
“Well, you’re really gonna be pissed now…. “
“Why? And don’t tell me you’re going out after work, because YOU ARE NOT!!!”
“I have a ride home”
Silence. For what seemed like an instant....then I thought “Hey….I could make arrangements to have #2 picked up and head over to that hot tub we’d been invited to and have a couple of Margaritas….” But then I remembered that earlier, knowing that I’d be picking #1 up anyway, I volunteered to pick up a couple of the others as well as my own.
“great… just great”
Oh well…such is life I said to myself and headed home. I was actually looking forward to standing up for a little while, as opposed to sitting on my ass in the car....or a hot tub... okay, not really the hot tub thing.
About an hour and a half later, the phone rang. It was #2 calling to let me know that I didn’t need to pick him and his friends up.
“Why?”
“Because Jarrett’s mom is going to pick us up and drive us home”
“I see…. And what time is it that you’ll be picked up and delivered?”
“She’s coming at 12:30….”
“Hmmm….guess that’s better than my 11:30 pick up time isn’t it? What? Did the three of you all call home to see whose mom would pick you up the latest and then proceed to make changes to the plan?”
“Mom….how in the hell did you know that??? That’s exactly what we did. I’m sorry, but you need to loosen up. I’m 13 you know… I can stay out past 12….”
“You know, when I was thirteen… my curfew was ….okay…. never mind, we’ll talk about this later… You are in some kind of deep doo-doo by the way? I’m sooo…. okay, never mind….Don’t do anything dumb, have fun and remember your manners…. and no kissing girls!!!!!!”
“G’nite Mom…thanks”
A quick look at the clock… crap! It was too late…. Yeah, I’ll admit it, I was still thinking about the hot tub and margarita’s…. but no… it was too late.
And that, my dear readers, is why I have finally relented. Why I have decided to start sending “good karma” to my #1 son. He needs to get his license. So he can do all this dropping off and picking up.
In his dad’s van.
Purely selfish I know… and I think it’s time.
Ciao!!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Visual
Pictures... with some words
My oh my, isn't he just too cool for school!
Sunset at the pond....
The Litte "Princess" on her first birthday
Frozen water... I know, very exciting stuff
Lovely, more goose crap to clean up... I'm joking, they're adorable!
I must say, they are delicious... wish I could take credit for them... instead, I'm back to the gym.
And the prettiest girl of all! My little Synder is getting big.... we start school on Saturday!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
A Conversation
Teach: Hi Jodie, this is #2’s teacher.
Me: Oh?….hello….
Teach: I was just following up with you as #2 hasn’t returned his progress report yet. It needs to be signed.
Me: Progress reports were sent out? When?
Teach: Last week, on Thursday.
Me: Oh….I see…. I mean I haven’t seen it, but I wasn’t aware they were coming out last week. I thought it was this week.
Teach: Well, his went home and it needs to come back signed.
Me: Okay. But I have a favour to ask of you… If indeed he did bring it home, and if it was in his back pack, could you possible send another copy home today?
Teach: I suppose… but why?
Me: Well, the pup kind of ate his homework yesterday…
Teach: You’re kidding, right?
Me: No. It looks like the leftovers from lunch were not removed from the backpack and, well, I guess she thought they smelled pretty good and ate them. Not just the leftovers either, but a lot of the homework appears to have been consumed as well. We’re on poop patrol right now, hoping the plastic will work its way through.
Teach: I have to tell you Jodie, in all my 35 years of teaching I’ve probably heard that excuse over a hundred times and not once has it been confirmed by a parent as being true.
Me: Oh trust me… it’s true.
Teach: I’ll send home another copy today.
Me: Thanks very much, I appreciate it.
Me: Oh?….hello….
Teach: I was just following up with you as #2 hasn’t returned his progress report yet. It needs to be signed.
Me: Progress reports were sent out? When?
Teach: Last week, on Thursday.
Me: Oh….I see…. I mean I haven’t seen it, but I wasn’t aware they were coming out last week. I thought it was this week.
Teach: Well, his went home and it needs to come back signed.
Me: Okay. But I have a favour to ask of you… If indeed he did bring it home, and if it was in his back pack, could you possible send another copy home today?
Teach: I suppose… but why?
Me: Well, the pup kind of ate his homework yesterday…
Teach: You’re kidding, right?
Me: No. It looks like the leftovers from lunch were not removed from the backpack and, well, I guess she thought they smelled pretty good and ate them. Not just the leftovers either, but a lot of the homework appears to have been consumed as well. We’re on poop patrol right now, hoping the plastic will work its way through.
Teach: I have to tell you Jodie, in all my 35 years of teaching I’ve probably heard that excuse over a hundred times and not once has it been confirmed by a parent as being true.
Me: Oh trust me… it’s true.
Teach: I’ll send home another copy today.
Me: Thanks very much, I appreciate it.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
The Office
Down in the basement, I have what I call a "home office".
And it's been in my home office where I keep my "stuff". I have my computer, photo albums, the boys school work from 10 years ago, my PAC stuff, the dog files, the canning, well, you get it I'm sure. All the stuff that I need to keep safe and out of harms way.... in other words, stuff that I don't want their grimy little mitts touching!
It's down in that home office where I write. Where I play on the computer and get myself into trouble (believe you me, I've gotten myself into some trouble... I've regretted some of these blogs I've posted!) Where I lock up the fruits of my canning labours in order to make the pickles last longer than 3 months. The place where the school lunch snacks are stashed in order to make sure there's some left when I need them for actual school lunches. Where I hide out, with a chilled bottle of grape and escape the insanity of living in a house with two teenage boys and one SG!
It used to be a bedroom. #2's bedroom actually. But he had some issues with sleeping in the basement. Well... he was okay with it until we painted it.
He wanted black walls.
We didn't.
He wanted to go with a "space" theme, and... well, he thought that black walls would be the best for this. But he wasn't getting black walls. Instead, he got a lovely shade of blue, almost an indigo blue. Which is almost black... and still feasible for use in a space theme... He moved upstairs to the "green" room, which ultimately is the colour that I wanted for my office. Deep, deep green. Gorgeous green. The green room was suppose to be my office. But it became a bedroom.
Anyway, I'm off topic here.
While I still have my downstairs office, I can't really call it an office anymore. It's now sort of a storage room. It still has all of my stuff, but it doesn't have me. I don't spend any time down there anymore.
Because the new computer is upstairs.
We thought it best to put it in the living room. The rumours are still rampant that high speed is headed to our road a little later this summer and if it was in the living room, well, then I could keep an eye on it and what's going on with it, if you get my drift.
And all of a sudden, this new computer has everyone interested in using it. It was never an issue before but now, all I get is "omgIabsolutelyhavetousethecomputertodomyhomework / checkmyemail / updatemyfacebook (more on that! later) soIneedthecomputerNOW!!!".
So, not only do I never really get the chance to use the computer (regardless of the lack of time to do so these days), when I am on the computer, I've got six eyeballs watching my every move.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to really enjoy the dial up internet and all the sites in my favourites folder with everyone watching? I mean, I can't very well go to some of these websites I enjoy with the kid's in the room. That would be a contradiction in everything I've taught them!! It could possibly scar them for life if they managed to grab a glimpse of some of the blogs I read. I can't even do online banking without someone coming up behind me and asking "whatcha doin?".
So while the new computer is an absolute joy, is super fast and has a big fancy flat screen for a monitor and plenty of room to run games and store stuff, I think I may have to go back to the one in my office.
It'll be for the best. All those eyeballs watching my every computer move just isn't a good thing...
And it's been in my home office where I keep my "stuff". I have my computer, photo albums, the boys school work from 10 years ago, my PAC stuff, the dog files, the canning, well, you get it I'm sure. All the stuff that I need to keep safe and out of harms way.... in other words, stuff that I don't want their grimy little mitts touching!
It's down in that home office where I write. Where I play on the computer and get myself into trouble (believe you me, I've gotten myself into some trouble... I've regretted some of these blogs I've posted!) Where I lock up the fruits of my canning labours in order to make the pickles last longer than 3 months. The place where the school lunch snacks are stashed in order to make sure there's some left when I need them for actual school lunches. Where I hide out, with a chilled bottle of grape and escape the insanity of living in a house with two teenage boys and one SG!
It used to be a bedroom. #2's bedroom actually. But he had some issues with sleeping in the basement. Well... he was okay with it until we painted it.
He wanted black walls.
We didn't.
He wanted to go with a "space" theme, and... well, he thought that black walls would be the best for this. But he wasn't getting black walls. Instead, he got a lovely shade of blue, almost an indigo blue. Which is almost black... and still feasible for use in a space theme... He moved upstairs to the "green" room, which ultimately is the colour that I wanted for my office. Deep, deep green. Gorgeous green. The green room was suppose to be my office. But it became a bedroom.
Anyway, I'm off topic here.
While I still have my downstairs office, I can't really call it an office anymore. It's now sort of a storage room. It still has all of my stuff, but it doesn't have me. I don't spend any time down there anymore.
Because the new computer is upstairs.
We thought it best to put it in the living room. The rumours are still rampant that high speed is headed to our road a little later this summer and if it was in the living room, well, then I could keep an eye on it and what's going on with it, if you get my drift.
And all of a sudden, this new computer has everyone interested in using it. It was never an issue before but now, all I get is "omgIabsolutelyhavetousethecomputertodomyhomework / checkmyemail / updatemyfacebook (more on that! later) soIneedthecomputerNOW!!!".
So, not only do I never really get the chance to use the computer (regardless of the lack of time to do so these days), when I am on the computer, I've got six eyeballs watching my every move.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to really enjoy the dial up internet and all the sites in my favourites folder with everyone watching? I mean, I can't very well go to some of these websites I enjoy with the kid's in the room. That would be a contradiction in everything I've taught them!! It could possibly scar them for life if they managed to grab a glimpse of some of the blogs I read. I can't even do online banking without someone coming up behind me and asking "whatcha doin?".
So while the new computer is an absolute joy, is super fast and has a big fancy flat screen for a monitor and plenty of room to run games and store stuff, I think I may have to go back to the one in my office.
It'll be for the best. All those eyeballs watching my every computer move just isn't a good thing...
Friday, May 15, 2009
Bad, bad, bad....
I've been bad.
Very bad.
Some would say my behaviour has been intolerable. Unacceptable. Just down right rotten.
And I can see why those that would say that, well.... would say that....
But, in all fairness I need to be cut some slack.
Life has been rather interesting for me these past, oh, let's say 6 weeks or so. The full time thing I do that I try not to talk about has had me all involved. So involved that it hasn't left much for anything else.
And then, after the full time thing, I come home to the "life" thing.
Believe me, this life thing has presented some rather interesting times... "challenges" may be a better word to use.
And you know, when facing life like I've had to lately, well, something has to give. Something has to slip away, not be given priority, not be at the top of the list.
Like blogging.
Or, maybe I should say "quality" blogging. I mean, I know I've posted, but really, it hasn't been that good.
But you need to know that, despite my incredibly hectic life, I have been taking notes. It's all part of my organizational revamp. Take notes, priortize, organize... omg...it's endless....lol
I've got a lot of stuff to tell you about.
Very bad.
Some would say my behaviour has been intolerable. Unacceptable. Just down right rotten.
And I can see why those that would say that, well.... would say that....
But, in all fairness I need to be cut some slack.
Life has been rather interesting for me these past, oh, let's say 6 weeks or so. The full time thing I do that I try not to talk about has had me all involved. So involved that it hasn't left much for anything else.
And then, after the full time thing, I come home to the "life" thing.
Believe me, this life thing has presented some rather interesting times... "challenges" may be a better word to use.
And you know, when facing life like I've had to lately, well, something has to give. Something has to slip away, not be given priority, not be at the top of the list.
Like blogging.
Or, maybe I should say "quality" blogging. I mean, I know I've posted, but really, it hasn't been that good.
But you need to know that, despite my incredibly hectic life, I have been taking notes. It's all part of my organizational revamp. Take notes, priortize, organize... omg...it's endless....lol
I've got a lot of stuff to tell you about.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Fix. Or. Repair. Daily
You know what they say about Ford...
This is the sight I woke up to this morning... A couple of Fords... in need of daily repair!!
Yes, I'm still being an ass....lolol
What an awesome Mother's Day I had... Hope yours was as wonderful as mine....
Ciao Bella!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Okay, this is boring
The snow has stopped.
It's melting.
It's suppose to rain.
And that doesn't make for a nice visual.
Anyway, taken at 10. But the computer is being a little witch. So I'm late.
Let's see what else I can find to be an ass about.....
It's melting.
It's suppose to rain.
And that doesn't make for a nice visual.
Anyway, taken at 10. But the computer is being a little witch. So I'm late.
Let's see what else I can find to be an ass about.....
Weather photo updates...
I've decided to be a total ass today.
Total.
I mean, it's not like I'm not a bit of an ass everyday, I'm just not a TOTAL ass everyday. There is a difference.
These were taken 5 minutes ago....
I decided that I'm going to take "weather update" pictures every two hours and post them right here. Yeah, I figure that's probably a great ass-like thing to do today. I mean, it's not like I had anything else to do, right? I didn't have plans to have my morning tea on the deck, get the garden tilled or plant flowers, hang and fill bird feeders, maybe hit the driving range,....noooo, nothing like that at all...
I will make an effort to stay within the same shot, but there are no guarantees. I may start tipping the glass a little early today, because, well, this is just really depressing...
Total.
I mean, it's not like I'm not a bit of an ass everyday, I'm just not a TOTAL ass everyday. There is a difference.
These were taken 5 minutes ago....
I decided that I'm going to take "weather update" pictures every two hours and post them right here. Yeah, I figure that's probably a great ass-like thing to do today. I mean, it's not like I had anything else to do, right? I didn't have plans to have my morning tea on the deck, get the garden tilled or plant flowers, hang and fill bird feeders, maybe hit the driving range,....noooo, nothing like that at all...
I will make an effort to stay within the same shot, but there are no guarantees. I may start tipping the glass a little early today, because, well, this is just really depressing...
Apparently someone was right
I spent about a week and half griping about the snow tires still being on my car. When I say griping I mean all out bitching. Every chance I got, I'd bring it up. Even when there wasn't a chance to bring it up, I brought it up anyway.
"Do you know where my socks are?"
"Do you know how to change a tire?"
I'm persistent like that.
I mean, really! It was May, the snow was gone for the season and I thought it was only right that my second year Power Mech son change over the tires. I thought it would be fair payment for me feeding him, housing him, letting him live... It wasn't like he needed to take the winter rubber off the rims and put the summer rubber on the rims. The all seasons have their own rims. He just needed to change the tires over.
Fed up and frustrated I decided to do it myself. Well, not me myself, I got the WalMart dude to do it. Cost me twenty bucks and he even tossed in a a little of free advice.
"Might be a little soon to be doing this."
I laughed and shook my head. It was May for crying out loud.
Taken about 10 minutes ago.
If it keeps up, which it just might, looks like #1's tent party and bonfire in my backyard tonight could be changed.
Maybe we'll build igloos instead.
"Do you know where my socks are?"
"Do you know how to change a tire?"
I'm persistent like that.
I mean, really! It was May, the snow was gone for the season and I thought it was only right that my second year Power Mech son change over the tires. I thought it would be fair payment for me feeding him, housing him, letting him live... It wasn't like he needed to take the winter rubber off the rims and put the summer rubber on the rims. The all seasons have their own rims. He just needed to change the tires over.
Fed up and frustrated I decided to do it myself. Well, not me myself, I got the WalMart dude to do it. Cost me twenty bucks and he even tossed in a a little of free advice.
"Might be a little soon to be doing this."
I laughed and shook my head. It was May for crying out loud.
Taken about 10 minutes ago.
If it keeps up, which it just might, looks like #1's tent party and bonfire in my backyard tonight could be changed.
Maybe we'll build igloos instead.
Friday, May 8, 2009
The Chicken and The Egg
In case you may not have noticed, I’m a little bit protective of my car Maggie.
The thought of teaching #1 how to drive a standard was a huge, huge dilemma for me. I mean, I know the kid should know how to drive a stick, but did I want him to be learning how to do this on my brand new car? I put it off for as long as I could, but eventually, there were no more excuses.
Anyway…. I’ve done my best to take good care of her. She’s gone for her regularly scheduled checkups, oil filter and lube jobs, you know, the stuff I have to do in order to make sure the warranty isn’t null and void.
However, last week she was making a funny kind of noise. At first I thought I was hearing things because, well, you know, the music was playing and I wasn’t sure if it was part of that or what it was. The windows were open and maybe it was coming from the outside? And it wasn’t all the time either. It was just every now and then.
The next day it began happening more. Every time I stopped. And every time I started. I mentioned it at the dinner table that night. #1 and SG both said, at the exact same time, “What kind of noise is it?”
“Well, it sorta sounds like a chicken. You know that ‘brraaawwwkkk’ noise that chickens make? Like that.”
I don't think I need to explain the glances that were flying back between the two of them....
“Where’s the noise coming from?”
“The driver’s side. It’s like its right there, under the front wheel. But sometimes it sounds like it’s coming from the back wheel.”
The discussion continued, along with some slight mocking of my vocal demonstration of the noise, and it was decided that it could quite possibly be a number of different things but more than likely it was the clutch or the brake (really? did the start and stop scenario’s narrow it down for you??) and I should probably call the dealership and get her in to get it checked out.
The next day I completely forgot to call and get an appointment. Which was probably a good thing….she was just a tad untidy on the inside. So when I got home, I cleaned her up a bit, you know, emptied the back seat of various items, the gym bag, the golf clubs, the box of winter survival stuff, I put the scrapers and snow brush away, cleaned out the doors of the crap that the kids stuffed in there. It was pretty cool because I found a few bucks in the bottom of the driver’s door, sort of a nice little "extra" for the cleaning efforts I suppose. I then put a sticky note on the mirror to remind me to call for an appointment.
But when I was driving to work the next morning, the noise wasn’t happening. When I started, nothing. When I stopped, nothing.
Now I was baffled. What the ??? And then I started to go over what may have changed in the last 12 hours that caused Maggie to not make the chicken noise anymore. Let’s see, I drove home, cleaned out the car, emptied the back seat, put a sticky note up.
Wait.
I cleaned out the car. I cleaned out the driver’s door. A lightbulb of sorts went off and as I dug into my purse to find a quarter or a loonie or some kind of coin. I was marveling at the thought that, if what I was thinking was right, I truly am a genius.
I put a quarter in the driver’s door compartment. And when I stopped the car for a red light, she made the chicken noise.
And she made the chicken noise when the light turned green and I took off.
Turns out, the quarter was sliding along the compartment in the driver's door and hence, making the noise of a chicken.
I am soooo glad that I discovered this and not the dealership. Because for certain they would think I was nuts.
And I would be wearing egg all over my face.
The thought of teaching #1 how to drive a standard was a huge, huge dilemma for me. I mean, I know the kid should know how to drive a stick, but did I want him to be learning how to do this on my brand new car? I put it off for as long as I could, but eventually, there were no more excuses.
Anyway…. I’ve done my best to take good care of her. She’s gone for her regularly scheduled checkups, oil filter and lube jobs, you know, the stuff I have to do in order to make sure the warranty isn’t null and void.
However, last week she was making a funny kind of noise. At first I thought I was hearing things because, well, you know, the music was playing and I wasn’t sure if it was part of that or what it was. The windows were open and maybe it was coming from the outside? And it wasn’t all the time either. It was just every now and then.
The next day it began happening more. Every time I stopped. And every time I started. I mentioned it at the dinner table that night. #1 and SG both said, at the exact same time, “What kind of noise is it?”
“Well, it sorta sounds like a chicken. You know that ‘brraaawwwkkk’ noise that chickens make? Like that.”
I don't think I need to explain the glances that were flying back between the two of them....
“Where’s the noise coming from?”
“The driver’s side. It’s like its right there, under the front wheel. But sometimes it sounds like it’s coming from the back wheel.”
The discussion continued, along with some slight mocking of my vocal demonstration of the noise, and it was decided that it could quite possibly be a number of different things but more than likely it was the clutch or the brake (really? did the start and stop scenario’s narrow it down for you??) and I should probably call the dealership and get her in to get it checked out.
The next day I completely forgot to call and get an appointment. Which was probably a good thing….she was just a tad untidy on the inside. So when I got home, I cleaned her up a bit, you know, emptied the back seat of various items, the gym bag, the golf clubs, the box of winter survival stuff, I put the scrapers and snow brush away, cleaned out the doors of the crap that the kids stuffed in there. It was pretty cool because I found a few bucks in the bottom of the driver’s door, sort of a nice little "extra" for the cleaning efforts I suppose. I then put a sticky note on the mirror to remind me to call for an appointment.
But when I was driving to work the next morning, the noise wasn’t happening. When I started, nothing. When I stopped, nothing.
Now I was baffled. What the ??? And then I started to go over what may have changed in the last 12 hours that caused Maggie to not make the chicken noise anymore. Let’s see, I drove home, cleaned out the car, emptied the back seat, put a sticky note up.
Wait.
I cleaned out the car. I cleaned out the driver’s door. A lightbulb of sorts went off and as I dug into my purse to find a quarter or a loonie or some kind of coin. I was marveling at the thought that, if what I was thinking was right, I truly am a genius.
I put a quarter in the driver’s door compartment. And when I stopped the car for a red light, she made the chicken noise.
And she made the chicken noise when the light turned green and I took off.
Turns out, the quarter was sliding along the compartment in the driver's door and hence, making the noise of a chicken.
I am soooo glad that I discovered this and not the dealership. Because for certain they would think I was nuts.
And I would be wearing egg all over my face.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Bright eyed and bushy tailed!
Apparently.... starting your day with a wonderful walk through the back 40 (okay, just between the pond and the bush...whatever...its back there) with five dogs at first light, and then going for a pedicure and having one of your best friends who tends to make you laugh so hard that you nearly ... well, nevermind.... sitting in the chair next to you, and then going back to her place, armed with some Timmy's and the best of intentions of moving on to sipping lemon flavoured water, and then making a management decision to sip something more of a grape like nature, and watching a hawk soar 15 feet above as you wiggle your finger and squawk like an injured rabbit (no, it was not I doing this....), and getting some sun on your body, and then going home and starting the weekend chores, and preparing a stellar dinner and then tidying up after it....
Well, apparently you need a nap.
But!! What you don't need is a 3 hour nap!! A quick 20 minutes would've done the job.
Now what?
Now what am I going to do??
Well, apparently you need a nap.
But!! What you don't need is a 3 hour nap!! A quick 20 minutes would've done the job.
Now what?
Now what am I going to do??
Friday, May 1, 2009
Pass the bucket...
It’s not enough that the flu bug hit our house over the last 10 days.
Nor is it not enough that a head cold quickly followed. And not even a full blown head cold either...no.
Just that incredibly annoying tickle behind your nose that makes you sneeze and sneeze and sneeze. And the nose drip and drip and drip. The kind of head cold that makes the pressure behind your eyes so intense that they swell up and look like pee holes in the snow.
No… that’s not enough.
I'm sorry, but what IS enough when the dogs get the same flu/cold combo.
Sure glad I wasn't the first one home today...
Nor is it not enough that a head cold quickly followed. And not even a full blown head cold either...no.
Just that incredibly annoying tickle behind your nose that makes you sneeze and sneeze and sneeze. And the nose drip and drip and drip. The kind of head cold that makes the pressure behind your eyes so intense that they swell up and look like pee holes in the snow.
No… that’s not enough.
I'm sorry, but what IS enough when the dogs get the same flu/cold combo.
Sure glad I wasn't the first one home today...
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