It's been rough here. I am talking a serious lack of sleep. Real serious.
And it has nothing to do with wood ticks I might add.
#1 has been working the 4 - 12 shift. Which means, he gets his butt in the house sometime between 12:30 and, oh, well, whenever. Which, in turn means, the dogs go off. Yes, the two big dogs bark their asses off in fear that someone, anyone! may be compromising the homestead. I do consider myself fortunate that he's getting a ride home from the kitchen, but seriously, these cars need to get rid of their noisy-ness (is that spelled right?).
And then, whomever has driven him home (there's only 2 people he closes with) are absolutely in love with the pups, so along with the ride comes the obligatory "I want to see the pups" routine, which manages to disrupt the house (or at least my sleep) for at least another 1/2 hour. And, after they leave, there's the mandatory "gotta have a swim"...frick!
And while I do appreciate the dark of the night wake-up to make sure my 1st born is home, safe and sound, I absolutely need to get some sleep. It doesn't matter if I'm in bed at 8:30 or 10:30 or whenever. Getting woken up anytime after midnight manages to screw me up royally. It wakes me up. I get up. I look out at the sky to see the moon waxing (or waning, or full, whatever!), I check out all the fireflies that I thought would no longer exist do to all the pesticiding. Hell, I even go out and have the occassional smoke.
But last night, well it kinda killed me. And it wasn't even #1's fault. He was home at 9:30. We had a lovely little bonding session. "So, how's it going? I've missed you. Why didn't you do your chores today? That's no excuse, you need to take responsiblity." You know, the basic parent lecturing gig that all of us go through. And if you're not, you will be.
Here's where the killing me part comes into play, just in case you were wondering.
The coyotes woke me up. There I was, knowing that all was safe and sound and everybody was where they were and accounted for. I could sleep. No late night wakings. Just sweet and dreamful sleep. Until about 1:02 am. I know this. Because I looked at the clock. And then I said "F*#k! Yes, I did. I said a bad word. Out loud.
There was nothing out there that the eye could see. But yet, I was awake! And then I heard them. Coyotes. Barking and yipping and screaming! And there I found myself worrying about the pups! They're outside, in a kennel, in a locked building, in a locked kennel. And all I could hear was coyotes! STALKING MY LITTER. I just KNEW it!!!
Rumour has it that they send a couple out to see what is going on with wherever...and then the rest of the bastards come in for the attack. And, while this may be just rumour, I was taking it to heart. And I couldn't sleep.
And this went on until 3:50. Who knows, it may have gone on longer. I passed out from sheer exhaustion. But you have to know who didn't get a whole lot of sleep?...
Seriously, I am tired.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
So, check this out
Just because I got nothing else right now!
We've got 2 males and 3 females left to go...I'm gonna miss them!
We've got 2 males and 3 females left to go...I'm gonna miss them!
This is Blackie
Here we have Helorb, Blue, and Tiger Lilly, and no, they're not dead, they're sleeping!
Lime has found a home with two of the sweetest little girls I've ever met!
Here's NC (no collar), such a pretty little one, we may just keep her!
And another one of Tiger Lilly, she's such a cutie we may just keep her too!
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Where The Light Is
I don’t do music reviews on this blog. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve ever done one. But, as many of you know, I love music. L.O.V.E. it!!! Music just hits right through to the soul for me. I’m not sure why, it just does. Perhaps it’s the frustration thing that I’ve got going on with not being musically inclined whatsoever, but I’m thinking it might just be the words and the way they’re put to the music. I don’t know. But I do know that I don’t like to push what hits home for me on to others. It’s an individual kind of thing.
But…here we go.
For the last little while, well, since Mother’s Day, Alicia Keys has been in the CD player, both here and in the car. Her new CD, As I Am, is truly an awesome thing. It’s like she took a look at my life (and all the other women my age!!) and managed to find the diaries of all us and put what she read in those diaries to music and make it a truly outstanding thing! It has had such an impact on me that I cannot even begin to explain.
But sorry Alicia, it’s time to get the hell out of Dodge! (Or in my case, the Cav!)
I picked up the new John Mayer CD today. And yes, I also picked up the DVD. It’s called “Where The Light Is, John Mayer, Live in Los Angeles”. You see, John did a show at the Nokia in LA late last year (actually two of them) and it was him playing acoustic, and then the John Mayer Trio and then John with his full band. And they recorded it. And now they’ve released it.
And it is some kind of KICK ASS CD!!!!
If you’re not a John Mayer fan and all you know of him is the pop that’s been played on the radio, and think you might want be a little adventurous, I suggest you head on out and get this CD. At least the CD. Because once you get the CD, you’re gonna want to go out and get the DVD. To see this man play is, well, words cannot describe it. He is outstanding! Wait, what am I talking about, I haven’t seen this DVD yet....But I have seen him live and in person and in far too many YouTube videos...isn't that what lunch hours are for? And his Any Given Thursday DVD is unlike no other.
So, I put the first disc in and was listening while I was making dinner tonight. After the second track I sooo wanted to put the DVD in. But, I made this incredibly stupid promise to myself that I would wait. Listen to the CD first and then put the DVD in. The acoustic portion is wonderful. The Trio portion is wonderful. The full band is wonderful! It’s all sunshine and rainbows people, just go out and buy it.
And, just so you know, because I know you want to, I’ll be watching the DVD tonight. Me, all by myself, with the big screen and the surround sound. SG knows not to interrupt me and John! Besides, there’s four other TV’s in this house and they can pick and choose amongst themselves.
Where The Light Is, John Mayer, Live in Los Angeles….hurry, go out and get it.
But…here we go.
For the last little while, well, since Mother’s Day, Alicia Keys has been in the CD player, both here and in the car. Her new CD, As I Am, is truly an awesome thing. It’s like she took a look at my life (and all the other women my age!!) and managed to find the diaries of all us and put what she read in those diaries to music and make it a truly outstanding thing! It has had such an impact on me that I cannot even begin to explain.
But sorry Alicia, it’s time to get the hell out of Dodge! (Or in my case, the Cav!)
I picked up the new John Mayer CD today. And yes, I also picked up the DVD. It’s called “Where The Light Is, John Mayer, Live in Los Angeles”. You see, John did a show at the Nokia in LA late last year (actually two of them) and it was him playing acoustic, and then the John Mayer Trio and then John with his full band. And they recorded it. And now they’ve released it.
And it is some kind of KICK ASS CD!!!!
If you’re not a John Mayer fan and all you know of him is the pop that’s been played on the radio, and think you might want be a little adventurous, I suggest you head on out and get this CD. At least the CD. Because once you get the CD, you’re gonna want to go out and get the DVD. To see this man play is, well, words cannot describe it. He is outstanding! Wait, what am I talking about, I haven’t seen this DVD yet....But I have seen him live and in person and in far too many YouTube videos...isn't that what lunch hours are for? And his Any Given Thursday DVD is unlike no other.
So, I put the first disc in and was listening while I was making dinner tonight. After the second track I sooo wanted to put the DVD in. But, I made this incredibly stupid promise to myself that I would wait. Listen to the CD first and then put the DVD in. The acoustic portion is wonderful. The Trio portion is wonderful. The full band is wonderful! It’s all sunshine and rainbows people, just go out and buy it.
And, just so you know, because I know you want to, I’ll be watching the DVD tonight. Me, all by myself, with the big screen and the surround sound. SG knows not to interrupt me and John! Besides, there’s four other TV’s in this house and they can pick and choose amongst themselves.
Where The Light Is, John Mayer, Live in Los Angeles….hurry, go out and get it.
Nothing wrong with Rainbows
So, just in case you weren’t aware (like that’s even possible!), we have puppies. Yes, eight of the little buggers. They’re 7 weeks old on Sunday. And they’re ready to go. And seriously, judging from the condition of my ankles and my flip flops, they NEED!!! to go…Just kidding.
But anyway, last weekend we did their shots and tattoos and, hell, I even gave them a pedicure. Yes, I’m nice like that.
And with the tattooing, came the “putting on of the collars”. When I went and bought the collars, the selection at the local Dollarama (insert trademark here) was so good that I got eight different colored/patterned collars. And this made the tattoo process that much easier. You see, apparently indelible ink is somewhat immune to puppy spit and the tattoo numbers written on the collars manages to disappear, within days! So, by colour coding them, it worked out really well. Because everyone knows that you can’t see the tattoos until, like, forever. Or, well, at least for 6 – 8 months.
Originally, we had eight collars, but one of them went somewhere. We’re not sure where. And no one knows either, go figure. So, one of them is currently collar-less, which doesn’t seem fair because one of the pups is now sporting two collars. Yes, someone loved this puppy enough to decide they wanted to take it home. But not quite yet. No, not for another week. But that’s okay.
And now, with these collars, we are really able to tell who is who and are in a position to tell prospective buyers just what type of personality each pup has. And we have nicknames for all of them. Limey, Blue Boy, Forrest (no, not as in Gump, but as in the green color!), Blackie, and well, on it goes.
However, I will admit, right here and right now, I messed up. The two patterned collars I picked up, one of a rainbow type coloring and the other of a tiger stripe colouring, well, they were inadvertently put on the wrong pups. The rainbow collar was put on the male and the tiger collar was put on the female.
We were referring to the pup as with the tiger coloured collar, as well, Tiger. But only for a day. She’s now called Tiger Lily and well, the rainbow collared pup is called Helorb. Yes, that’s correct. Helorb. It’s a short form of HEterosexual Lover Of RainBows. My idea. And quite possibly, not such a good one, seeing as I’m the only one calling him that. The others are calling him Rainbow pup.
I like Helorb better.
But anyway, last weekend we did their shots and tattoos and, hell, I even gave them a pedicure. Yes, I’m nice like that.
And with the tattooing, came the “putting on of the collars”. When I went and bought the collars, the selection at the local Dollarama (insert trademark here) was so good that I got eight different colored/patterned collars. And this made the tattoo process that much easier. You see, apparently indelible ink is somewhat immune to puppy spit and the tattoo numbers written on the collars manages to disappear, within days! So, by colour coding them, it worked out really well. Because everyone knows that you can’t see the tattoos until, like, forever. Or, well, at least for 6 – 8 months.
Originally, we had eight collars, but one of them went somewhere. We’re not sure where. And no one knows either, go figure. So, one of them is currently collar-less, which doesn’t seem fair because one of the pups is now sporting two collars. Yes, someone loved this puppy enough to decide they wanted to take it home. But not quite yet. No, not for another week. But that’s okay.
And now, with these collars, we are really able to tell who is who and are in a position to tell prospective buyers just what type of personality each pup has. And we have nicknames for all of them. Limey, Blue Boy, Forrest (no, not as in Gump, but as in the green color!), Blackie, and well, on it goes.
However, I will admit, right here and right now, I messed up. The two patterned collars I picked up, one of a rainbow type coloring and the other of a tiger stripe colouring, well, they were inadvertently put on the wrong pups. The rainbow collar was put on the male and the tiger collar was put on the female.
We were referring to the pup as with the tiger coloured collar, as well, Tiger. But only for a day. She’s now called Tiger Lily and well, the rainbow collared pup is called Helorb. Yes, that’s correct. Helorb. It’s a short form of HEterosexual Lover Of RainBows. My idea. And quite possibly, not such a good one, seeing as I’m the only one calling him that. The others are calling him Rainbow pup.
I like Helorb better.
Friday, July 4, 2008
You can always count on your kids
To give you fuel!
After being tapped out where creativity comes into play in the writing of this blog, I awoke this morning to a kick start of sorts.
I must preface this by saying, that, while I love birds, I do have some issues where birds are concerned. I can sit out on my deck and watch them come to the feeders and be completely enthralled for hours. And in the winter, when they're getting drunk on the left over berries on the trees, I'm seriously entertained.
However, way back when, when SG and I first got back together, we went to his cousin’s house. It was my first time meeting them so I was a wee bit nervous but you know, still composed. “Hello, how are you? Nice to meet you. Sure I’ll have a pop. Rather have a beer, but, okay.”
And then they let the birds out.
And it was at this time that I discovered that birds, doesn’t matter what kind of birds, flying around in a house, will freak me right the hell out. Right to the point where I cower down in my seat and cover my head and start to hyper-ventilate. Yes, it really is that bad.
And when I awoke this morning and was stumbling my way down the hall in that half asleep state that we are all in when the alarm rudely wakes us from the lovely and wonderful dreamland we’ve spent the last few hours in, I saw a light coming from the kitchen. I stopped at the end of the hallway and thought to myself, “What the hell is that?”
And, upon closer inspection, I came across this.
A note.
And I immediately thought, “Oh Shit, THERE'S BIRDS IN MY HOUSE!!!!!!”.
And here was my 15 year old kid telling me to take the birds back to their nest, and at first light yet!
This would mean that I would have to pick up the bowl and actually carry it and walk with it, back outside, and put the birds back where they belong. Birds, in a bowl, in my hand!!! COMING FROM MY HOUSE!!!!!
Talk about ripped from the lovely land of dreams!! Time to face your fears chicky!!
However, there is a happy ending to the story. I didn't freak out and drop the baby birds. And the mother, who was anxiously screaming for the little ones, hopped right back on the nest and is still keeping them warm as I write this.
And this has proven that, three birds in a bowl (and as such "in your hand", interpretation is everything!) is far better than having the little buggers flying around in your house!
After being tapped out where creativity comes into play in the writing of this blog, I awoke this morning to a kick start of sorts.
I must preface this by saying, that, while I love birds, I do have some issues where birds are concerned. I can sit out on my deck and watch them come to the feeders and be completely enthralled for hours. And in the winter, when they're getting drunk on the left over berries on the trees, I'm seriously entertained.
However, way back when, when SG and I first got back together, we went to his cousin’s house. It was my first time meeting them so I was a wee bit nervous but you know, still composed. “Hello, how are you? Nice to meet you. Sure I’ll have a pop. Rather have a beer, but, okay.”
And then they let the birds out.
And it was at this time that I discovered that birds, doesn’t matter what kind of birds, flying around in a house, will freak me right the hell out. Right to the point where I cower down in my seat and cover my head and start to hyper-ventilate. Yes, it really is that bad.
And when I awoke this morning and was stumbling my way down the hall in that half asleep state that we are all in when the alarm rudely wakes us from the lovely and wonderful dreamland we’ve spent the last few hours in, I saw a light coming from the kitchen. I stopped at the end of the hallway and thought to myself, “What the hell is that?”
And, upon closer inspection, I came across this.
A note.
And I immediately thought, “Oh Shit, THERE'S BIRDS IN MY HOUSE!!!!!!”.
And here was my 15 year old kid telling me to take the birds back to their nest, and at first light yet!
This would mean that I would have to pick up the bowl and actually carry it and walk with it, back outside, and put the birds back where they belong. Birds, in a bowl, in my hand!!! COMING FROM MY HOUSE!!!!!
Talk about ripped from the lovely land of dreams!! Time to face your fears chicky!!
However, there is a happy ending to the story. I didn't freak out and drop the baby birds. And the mother, who was anxiously screaming for the little ones, hopped right back on the nest and is still keeping them warm as I write this.
And this has proven that, three birds in a bowl (and as such "in your hand", interpretation is everything!) is far better than having the little buggers flying around in your house!
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Statistical Summary
Well, things have been interesting around here according to the statistics. Well, not really, but I was easily amused doing an analysis of my stat sight.
Had over 1500 hits in June. That's nice, glad everyone is enjoying it.
42% spent more than an hour on it in one visit. Guess there must be something interesting in here.
26% were first time visitors. That's the highest it's been. A lot of them from over in the UK, Ireland (that must be my friend Carol's doing, handing out my blog address to your family - shame on you!!) Japan and Africa (I'm not sure why....)
Top Google search phrase (this is kinda weird, but makes sense I guess)
1. Bear Baiting (mostly from overseas (Australia and New Zealand to be specific, must be hunting season over there, some of them came back too!)
2. Blueberry Pie Recipe
3. Woodticks burrowing in nose (this one had 13 hits! so apparently I'm not the only one paranoid about this)
4. Big Mac Pocket (I don't know...)
5. Josh The Trainer
6. Perogies without onions
7. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Chest Tightening (huh?)
8. Take a trip and never leave the farm
I will say, however, that the use of what they call "key words or phrases" does work. I had more hits on my last post than I've ever had on any one post at all! They were looking for, and I'm serious here, Tequila, Joe Nichol, country song, get naked (how that comes into play is beyond me!), falling off, and, check this out, "how to use a shot glass".
I've tried to replicate some of these searches by doing a google search for the same, but alas, nothing came up. Unless it was waaayy down on the list. And if that's the case, some people do need to get a life!
So, that's your first, and probably last, statistical update. For me, it was kind of interesting. For you, meh, probably not so much.
Can you tell my brain is wasting away and isn't very creative these days? But I thought this would be better than posting the pictures of the Canada Day Fireworks. I know I said last year that I would get better, and I did, but not that much better. Not better enough to post some of them. I've decided I'm going to have to save my pennies and purchase that little gem of a Canon that I've always wanted.
Then you'll get some pictures!
Here's hoping for more entertaining babbling soon....
Had over 1500 hits in June. That's nice, glad everyone is enjoying it.
42% spent more than an hour on it in one visit. Guess there must be something interesting in here.
26% were first time visitors. That's the highest it's been. A lot of them from over in the UK, Ireland (that must be my friend Carol's doing, handing out my blog address to your family - shame on you!!) Japan and Africa (I'm not sure why....)
Top Google search phrase (this is kinda weird, but makes sense I guess)
1. Bear Baiting (mostly from overseas (Australia and New Zealand to be specific, must be hunting season over there, some of them came back too!)
2. Blueberry Pie Recipe
3. Woodticks burrowing in nose (this one had 13 hits! so apparently I'm not the only one paranoid about this)
4. Big Mac Pocket (I don't know...)
5. Josh The Trainer
6. Perogies without onions
7. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Chest Tightening (huh?)
8. Take a trip and never leave the farm
I will say, however, that the use of what they call "key words or phrases" does work. I had more hits on my last post than I've ever had on any one post at all! They were looking for, and I'm serious here, Tequila, Joe Nichol, country song, get naked (how that comes into play is beyond me!), falling off, and, check this out, "how to use a shot glass".
I've tried to replicate some of these searches by doing a google search for the same, but alas, nothing came up. Unless it was waaayy down on the list. And if that's the case, some people do need to get a life!
So, that's your first, and probably last, statistical update. For me, it was kind of interesting. For you, meh, probably not so much.
Can you tell my brain is wasting away and isn't very creative these days? But I thought this would be better than posting the pictures of the Canada Day Fireworks. I know I said last year that I would get better, and I did, but not that much better. Not better enough to post some of them. I've decided I'm going to have to save my pennies and purchase that little gem of a Canon that I've always wanted.
Then you'll get some pictures!
Here's hoping for more entertaining babbling soon....
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off
What a great song. It's by Joe Nichols. It's country. And, it may, or may not be true ~ snicker snicker...
The weekend thus far, can be summed up in pictures. I know, I know, you all wish that I would write more and say stuff and stuff, but hey, I'm on a four day vacation. A vacation that would've been so much better had the office not been so thoughtful and taken the time to call me today...they best not be pulling that crap come the two week'er!
So, you start it on Saturday, with this.
And a little bit of this. Or maybe more than a little bit...
That's it, that's how you do it. Next round, we lose the shot glass...
And then, you do some of this.
Just a great night at K & M's!
And then, because you just can't get enough fun, you do a little bit of this.
Well, actually a lot of this.
And then, because you want to, you do a ton of this!
It was puppy shots and tattoo day around the House of Lint. So, now we have eight puppies, strutting themselves around, all proud and stuff, with their collars and each of them sporting a green right ear.
Tomorrow (or rather today, Happy Canada Day y'all!!) brings more of the same and the waterfront action in our local town (it's actually a city, but for me, it's still "town"). They always put on an awesome fireworks display and we've never been disappointed.
Well, unless you count that one year...
The weekend thus far, can be summed up in pictures. I know, I know, you all wish that I would write more and say stuff and stuff, but hey, I'm on a four day vacation. A vacation that would've been so much better had the office not been so thoughtful and taken the time to call me today...they best not be pulling that crap come the two week'er!
So, you start it on Saturday, with this.
And a little bit of this. Or maybe more than a little bit...
That's it, that's how you do it. Next round, we lose the shot glass...
And then, you do some of this.
Just a great night at K & M's!
And then, because you just can't get enough fun, you do a little bit of this.
Well, actually a lot of this.
And then, because you want to, you do a ton of this!
It was puppy shots and tattoo day around the House of Lint. So, now we have eight puppies, strutting themselves around, all proud and stuff, with their collars and each of them sporting a green right ear.
Tomorrow (or rather today, Happy Canada Day y'all!!) brings more of the same and the waterfront action in our local town (it's actually a city, but for me, it's still "town"). They always put on an awesome fireworks display and we've never been disappointed.
Well, unless you count that one year...
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