Stewie says hi
Little Brat!
Did you ever do that when you were a kid??
My favourite trick was Nicky Nicky Nine Doors,hehehehe.
We also used to huck eggs at cars then run like hell when the drivers stopped to chase
us,laughing our asses off of course.
Not a lot of parental supervision when I was growing up,lol
Friday, December 29, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Just to show you
that I'm not entirely saintly,gentle and kind when it comes to animals,
I have to tell you about today.
Ciari had let the Friends of Jesus' dog inside.
She's a sweet pup but she's not an inside dog.
She has zero manners and we don't know her very well.
She responds if you yell at her but other than that
she's a real ass and is not a house guest I want wandering
around. Thanks to Ciarán though I didn't have much say in the
matter. Fricking kids!
So she's sniffing around iggnoring me as I try to get her
outside where she belongs,when she meets up
with Miles. Miles is my older cat. He's 12.5 and dogs do not impress
him much.
She sniffs Miles. Miles stands back...she sniffs Miles
a bit more,Miles smacks her on the nose. I watch..wondering
if this is going to go sour..
She backs off..then fucking lunges, snarling and growling at my cat!
What the hell!? She doesn't have enough life experience to hate cats,lol
she's a puppy. Aren't they supposed to love everybody?? I guess not!
She's not full grown but still I'm sure she could do some damage
so I grabbed the little vampire by the throat and half choked,half hauled
her away from my very pissed off kitty who was just about to launch himself
at her in self defense. There was much snarling but the moment I touched her
she backed off and stopped her bitching but didn't stop struggling to get Miles.
I then had to drag her by her throat to my back door where I literally kicked
her outside.
Oooh I was so mad!
Not at the dog so much,but at Ciari. Obviously we need to have
a little chat about about which animals are ok to let inside.
I swear,if a bear came by she'd let it in.
Of course she's only doing what she's seen us do a zillion times.
But still,there is a method to my madness and just letting animals
in willy nilly is not it!
The poor dog was freaked out of course and I felt bad for her.
She's a nice dog,she's just not good with cats lol.
So you see? I can be mean if I have to,ha!
I have to tell you about today.
Ciari had let the Friends of Jesus' dog inside.
She's a sweet pup but she's not an inside dog.
She has zero manners and we don't know her very well.
She responds if you yell at her but other than that
she's a real ass and is not a house guest I want wandering
around. Thanks to Ciarán though I didn't have much say in the
matter. Fricking kids!
So she's sniffing around iggnoring me as I try to get her
outside where she belongs,when she meets up
with Miles. Miles is my older cat. He's 12.5 and dogs do not impress
him much.
She sniffs Miles. Miles stands back...she sniffs Miles
a bit more,Miles smacks her on the nose. I watch..wondering
if this is going to go sour..
She backs off..then fucking lunges, snarling and growling at my cat!
What the hell!? She doesn't have enough life experience to hate cats,lol
she's a puppy. Aren't they supposed to love everybody?? I guess not!
She's not full grown but still I'm sure she could do some damage
so I grabbed the little vampire by the throat and half choked,half hauled
her away from my very pissed off kitty who was just about to launch himself
at her in self defense. There was much snarling but the moment I touched her
she backed off and stopped her bitching but didn't stop struggling to get Miles.
I then had to drag her by her throat to my back door where I literally kicked
her outside.
Oooh I was so mad!
Not at the dog so much,but at Ciari. Obviously we need to have
a little chat about about which animals are ok to let inside.
I swear,if a bear came by she'd let it in.
Of course she's only doing what she's seen us do a zillion times.
But still,there is a method to my madness and just letting animals
in willy nilly is not it!
The poor dog was freaked out of course and I felt bad for her.
She's a nice dog,she's just not good with cats lol.
So you see? I can be mean if I have to,ha!
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
May I PLEASE stop eating now??
Hiya All!
How were your holidays???
We got back from the Coast last night around
dinner time and I slept like the dead from 9:30
til 7:30 this morning. It was sooo WONDERFUL to
be in my own bed. I think I'm a little in
love with it,hehehehe.
We were only gone for one night but I missed it so!
So here's a bit of a run down on our fun.
On our Christmas Eve(which was a day
earlier than everybody elses) we gorged
ourselves on way too much food.I had a cheese
and meat plate out,veggies and dip,chips and dip,
chicken wings,spanakopita,sausage rolls,bacon
wrapped pineapple(you slather 1/2 slice of bacon
in mustard,press it in brown sugar and roll
it around a pineapple tidbit. Bake til crispy)
Shrimp dip,olives,pickles,tarts,
bars,cream puffs,ugh. It was good but it was too much.
The funny thing was I didn't think I'd over
done the food. I really really really thought
I'd held myself back! I think I have AMS
(Dur's Mum's name-Sydrome)
That woman always makes too much,lol
We had beer(for Dur) and I took a walk
down memory lane and bought a 2litre
bottle of Rockaberry cooler. Now I know
all my Canadian friends are laughing their butts
off at me,hee hee. Wait to you see what I got for New Years!
When I was a young teen(14-16) my boyfriend
worked at the Shell gas station on Runnel Ave in Coquitlam.
When my friends and I weren't elsewhere
being idjits,we were in the park adjacent to
the gas station ,drinking. The only thing
us girls could handle were coolers and
Canada Cooler made one that got us drunk
AND tasted like grape POP! It cost around
20 bucks for a 2 litre and we'd bat our eyes
at strange men outside the cold beer and wine
store next to the gas station and they'd
take the money we pooled together and buy it for us.
We lived off that stuff,bad asses that we were. haha
So when I saw it at the store the other day I just
HAD to get it for our celebration.
The price is down to 9bucks so I can finally afford it,hee.
And it tastes EXACTLY the same. I gave the kids a small
glass and they LOVED
it,lol. What does that tell ya?:p
Funnier still?
It made me sleepy after half a glass,bwah!
Not such a bad ass after all,am I???
We had hot chocolate with cinnamon sticks and
after Dur and I wrapped one last pressie
and stuffed the kids' stockings,we went to bed.
Only I didn't sleep,of course. Waaaay to
worked up for that.
We got up around 7:30 and listened to the kids
open their stockings and then I had to force
Dur to get up. Spoil Sport! We opened ours in our
bed and it was nice to laze about for a bit.
The kids made us coffee and we enjoyed 1/2 cup
of that before the present fun began.
I made Dur open his boots first and he LIKED them!
That was a relief!
I loved the outrage you all felt for me regarding that
twit in the store BTW,lol.
Thanks!
Dur liked everything I bought him(shirts,tools for the
truck ect) so that made me
feel great.The kids were thrilled with their pressies too,
and grateful and all that.
What'd I get?
Ciari bought me a wok. Devon got me a mug set with
a different pretty leaf on each one. Dur got me slippers,
and these cool slipper socks thingies.
They feek like clouds on your feet!
I got new fleece pjs. They're an extra large and are TOO BIG!
YES!
He bought me a gift set with face care stuff in it,
a glass pie plate that I've been
wanting since I knew about pie,a new frying pan.
A huge big fancy one,and a pretty
ceramic baking dish. It's red and shiny,I bet it makes
food taste better too,lol.
What else..what else??
Chocolates,my stocking stuff...I have girl socks for once
in my life! Umm oh and a gift certicket(Ciaránism)
to a spa in town for a pedicure,
a manicure and a facial!
I've never had ANY of those before so I'm thrilled and
excited to pieces!
We had pancakes and sausages for breakfast then
lazed about playing and talking.
We ate leftovers from the night before for
lunch and by the time dinner
rolled around nobody was hungry for a big meal.
SO we turned the roast
beef into sandwiches and that was our Christmas dinner!
It was a damn fine one too.
We had trifle for dessert and OOOOH MYYYY
I'll be making that recipe again.
Then it was back to bed for an early rise at 5am.
We managed to get out of the house on time and
arrived at Mum and Dad's
just after noon.
The kids opened pressies,Miss Thing got a new jacket,
a shirt,a girlie bath set
and twenty bucks. Spoiled.
Devon got a RC Hummer,and a 30 dollar gift card
for a games store. Spoiled.
lol
Mum and Dad bought Dur and I the matching frying pan
to the one Dur got me in the smaller size,and they bought
Dur socks and a belt grinder and me a ceramic
baking dish(again in the smaller size from the one Dur got me)
and these cool slipper
socks with mice on them,lol.
We went to Dur's brother's house where there were
more pressies and more
food. TONS more food. They have the Syndrome too!
It was fun to pig out with my soon to be SIL though
because we're EXACTLY alike
in that aspect. No feeling guilty there,lol
After all the snack stuff we enjoy a ham,a turkey
which my BIL cooked to perfection)
and all the rest that goes along with.
The desserts are all a blur to me but I had a teeny slice
of homemade pumpkin pie and then after much laughter
and fun we went back to Mum and
Dad's. I didn't sleep much that night
either and so I was in bad shape on the ride home.
Just grumpy and sore. (have my period) but I MADE IT HOME ALIVE,
no getting stuck on the highway in the snow,so I have nothing to complain about:)
We did spin out and go for a bit of a 'ride' on the way down though,heh.
The car hit some ice and we ended up in the other lane where
THANKFULLY there were
no other cars but other than that the trip was uneventful...
Oh wait! That's a lie,we saw two deer,two moose,a coyote
AND a big herd of mountain sheep.
That was all pretty exciting for us!
My mother called us on the 24th and while I'd told
Dur if she ever called again I was
going to answer the phone,tell her
she had the wrong number then
hang up,I didn't.
When the phone rang I was so shocked
that she was calling me. I have no idea why,
I was expecting it,lol. She wished us A Merry Christmas
and then said "Love Me"
in this really sarcastic voice.
Yeah,cause THAT'S going to make us want to have you
in our lives. Her phone call got me remembering things
but it didn't ruin my Christmas
or anything. Actually once I got the obligitory rant out
of the way,I remembered
something Andrew said about showing you
love somebody through actions as well
as words,and her phone call made me feel better,lol.
It reaffirmed my decision to cut
her out of my life! We'll be out of here soon,with a new number.
She'll have no way to find us then:)
Another thing concerning her happened.
I mentioned something to my SIL (whom I adore)
regarding my mother and Mum cut in and said something
to the affect that 'hating' somebody just eats you up inside
and it's better for yourself to forgive that person. I said "uhhh,not for me.
I feel better now,thankyouverymuch!" and the woman
had the GALL,the NERVE to ARGUE with ME!
WHAT? I DON'T KNOW WHAT GOES ON IN
MY OWN LIFE???
She comes from a similar background as I do,only
she allowed her mother to abuse her until the woman died,
which of course did more harm than good to her self.
Something she says herself!
ANYways Durell came to my rescue and told his mother
that I AM INDEED a lot happier "hating" my mother and
not having her in my life,than I EVER was, feeling conflicted
about my feelings towards her,putting up with abuse towards
my kids and myself and having her in my life and Mum shut right
the hell up after that. I love my hubby:)
But it got me to thinking. Does hate really eat a person up inside?
Was I slowly screwing myself up and not realizing it?? Is this true
for every person or are there times when "hating" a person can be positive?
I believe it can be.
I'm using my negative feelings towards her to fuel
good things in me.(the list is too long to name them all,
but some of them have been the biggies like,losing weight
-if I eat this item because I feel sad/mad/scared about her,
she wins-to the small ones such as biting my nails.)
I believe it can be good because I'm finally clear about
my feelings towards her.
Because my feelings and my acknowledgement of
them helped me to end an abusive
relationship that caused me to hate myself and act
EXACTLY like her to people around me.
Hating her,fueled my own change for the better.
And it's not like I sit here and burn with rage or plot her death.
It's gotten to the point where I can remember good things
and talk about my mother
or things that happened as a kid without instantly thinking
I "hate" her or thinking of something bad she did to me.
I wonder if like anger(Thank you Alison),hatred can be an energy?
It feels that way to me.
At any rate, it was an interesting,inspiring tangent I went off on after
those two incidents. Two little gifts of understanding that I gave myself:)
I'm really happy with this year's holiday. It felt relaxed and fun.
I enjoyed seeing my siblings in law,and feel all fullfilled and
warm inside. A perfect Christmas!
Today I am only eating clear broth,lol
No more food!
Kidding,I will eat just not like I've been
these past few days.
I'm tired of eating. I never thought I'd say THAT.
I have lots to clean up today,but I'll be back
exercising tomorrow.
Hopefully I didn't do too much damage.
I have a pretty pitbull here shaking paws with me,
over and over again
so I'd better stop this novel and pay some attention
to her before she has to go home.
I hope you all had great holidays and I can't wait to read about them!
How were your holidays???
We got back from the Coast last night around
dinner time and I slept like the dead from 9:30
til 7:30 this morning. It was sooo WONDERFUL to
be in my own bed. I think I'm a little in
love with it,hehehehe.
We were only gone for one night but I missed it so!
So here's a bit of a run down on our fun.
On our Christmas Eve(which was a day
earlier than everybody elses) we gorged
ourselves on way too much food.I had a cheese
and meat plate out,veggies and dip,chips and dip,
chicken wings,spanakopita,sausage rolls,bacon
wrapped pineapple(you slather 1/2 slice of bacon
in mustard,press it in brown sugar and roll
it around a pineapple tidbit. Bake til crispy)
Shrimp dip,olives,pickles,tarts,
bars,cream puffs,ugh. It was good but it was too much.
The funny thing was I didn't think I'd over
done the food. I really really really thought
I'd held myself back! I think I have AMS
(Dur's Mum's name-Sydrome)
That woman always makes too much,lol
We had beer(for Dur) and I took a walk
down memory lane and bought a 2litre
bottle of Rockaberry cooler. Now I know
all my Canadian friends are laughing their butts
off at me,hee hee. Wait to you see what I got for New Years!
When I was a young teen(14-16) my boyfriend
worked at the Shell gas station on Runnel Ave in Coquitlam.
When my friends and I weren't elsewhere
being idjits,we were in the park adjacent to
the gas station ,drinking. The only thing
us girls could handle were coolers and
Canada Cooler made one that got us drunk
AND tasted like grape POP! It cost around
20 bucks for a 2 litre and we'd bat our eyes
at strange men outside the cold beer and wine
store next to the gas station and they'd
take the money we pooled together and buy it for us.
We lived off that stuff,bad asses that we were. haha
So when I saw it at the store the other day I just
HAD to get it for our celebration.
The price is down to 9bucks so I can finally afford it,hee.
And it tastes EXACTLY the same. I gave the kids a small
glass and they LOVED
it,lol. What does that tell ya?:p
Funnier still?
It made me sleepy after half a glass,bwah!
Not such a bad ass after all,am I???
We had hot chocolate with cinnamon sticks and
after Dur and I wrapped one last pressie
and stuffed the kids' stockings,we went to bed.
Only I didn't sleep,of course. Waaaay to
worked up for that.
We got up around 7:30 and listened to the kids
open their stockings and then I had to force
Dur to get up. Spoil Sport! We opened ours in our
bed and it was nice to laze about for a bit.
The kids made us coffee and we enjoyed 1/2 cup
of that before the present fun began.
I made Dur open his boots first and he LIKED them!
That was a relief!
I loved the outrage you all felt for me regarding that
twit in the store BTW,lol.
Thanks!
Dur liked everything I bought him(shirts,tools for the
truck ect) so that made me
feel great.The kids were thrilled with their pressies too,
and grateful and all that.
What'd I get?
Ciari bought me a wok. Devon got me a mug set with
a different pretty leaf on each one. Dur got me slippers,
and these cool slipper socks thingies.
They feek like clouds on your feet!
I got new fleece pjs. They're an extra large and are TOO BIG!
YES!
He bought me a gift set with face care stuff in it,
a glass pie plate that I've been
wanting since I knew about pie,a new frying pan.
A huge big fancy one,and a pretty
ceramic baking dish. It's red and shiny,I bet it makes
food taste better too,lol.
What else..what else??
Chocolates,my stocking stuff...I have girl socks for once
in my life! Umm oh and a gift certicket(Ciaránism)
to a spa in town for a pedicure,
a manicure and a facial!
I've never had ANY of those before so I'm thrilled and
excited to pieces!
We had pancakes and sausages for breakfast then
lazed about playing and talking.
We ate leftovers from the night before for
lunch and by the time dinner
rolled around nobody was hungry for a big meal.
SO we turned the roast
beef into sandwiches and that was our Christmas dinner!
It was a damn fine one too.
We had trifle for dessert and OOOOH MYYYY
I'll be making that recipe again.
Then it was back to bed for an early rise at 5am.
We managed to get out of the house on time and
arrived at Mum and Dad's
just after noon.
The kids opened pressies,Miss Thing got a new jacket,
a shirt,a girlie bath set
and twenty bucks. Spoiled.
Devon got a RC Hummer,and a 30 dollar gift card
for a games store. Spoiled.
lol
Mum and Dad bought Dur and I the matching frying pan
to the one Dur got me in the smaller size,and they bought
Dur socks and a belt grinder and me a ceramic
baking dish(again in the smaller size from the one Dur got me)
and these cool slipper
socks with mice on them,lol.
We went to Dur's brother's house where there were
more pressies and more
food. TONS more food. They have the Syndrome too!
It was fun to pig out with my soon to be SIL though
because we're EXACTLY alike
in that aspect. No feeling guilty there,lol
After all the snack stuff we enjoy a ham,a turkey
which my BIL cooked to perfection)
and all the rest that goes along with.
The desserts are all a blur to me but I had a teeny slice
of homemade pumpkin pie and then after much laughter
and fun we went back to Mum and
Dad's. I didn't sleep much that night
either and so I was in bad shape on the ride home.
Just grumpy and sore. (have my period) but I MADE IT HOME ALIVE,
no getting stuck on the highway in the snow,so I have nothing to complain about:)
We did spin out and go for a bit of a 'ride' on the way down though,heh.
The car hit some ice and we ended up in the other lane where
THANKFULLY there were
no other cars but other than that the trip was uneventful...
Oh wait! That's a lie,we saw two deer,two moose,a coyote
AND a big herd of mountain sheep.
That was all pretty exciting for us!
My mother called us on the 24th and while I'd told
Dur if she ever called again I was
going to answer the phone,tell her
she had the wrong number then
hang up,I didn't.
When the phone rang I was so shocked
that she was calling me. I have no idea why,
I was expecting it,lol. She wished us A Merry Christmas
and then said "Love Me"
in this really sarcastic voice.
Yeah,cause THAT'S going to make us want to have you
in our lives. Her phone call got me remembering things
but it didn't ruin my Christmas
or anything. Actually once I got the obligitory rant out
of the way,I remembered
something Andrew said about showing you
love somebody through actions as well
as words,and her phone call made me feel better,lol.
It reaffirmed my decision to cut
her out of my life! We'll be out of here soon,with a new number.
She'll have no way to find us then:)
Another thing concerning her happened.
I mentioned something to my SIL (whom I adore)
regarding my mother and Mum cut in and said something
to the affect that 'hating' somebody just eats you up inside
and it's better for yourself to forgive that person. I said "uhhh,not for me.
I feel better now,thankyouverymuch!" and the woman
had the GALL,the NERVE to ARGUE with ME!
WHAT? I DON'T KNOW WHAT GOES ON IN
MY OWN LIFE???
She comes from a similar background as I do,only
she allowed her mother to abuse her until the woman died,
which of course did more harm than good to her self.
Something she says herself!
ANYways Durell came to my rescue and told his mother
that I AM INDEED a lot happier "hating" my mother and
not having her in my life,than I EVER was, feeling conflicted
about my feelings towards her,putting up with abuse towards
my kids and myself and having her in my life and Mum shut right
the hell up after that. I love my hubby:)
But it got me to thinking. Does hate really eat a person up inside?
Was I slowly screwing myself up and not realizing it?? Is this true
for every person or are there times when "hating" a person can be positive?
I believe it can be.
I'm using my negative feelings towards her to fuel
good things in me.(the list is too long to name them all,
but some of them have been the biggies like,losing weight
-if I eat this item because I feel sad/mad/scared about her,
she wins-to the small ones such as biting my nails.)
I believe it can be good because I'm finally clear about
my feelings towards her.
Because my feelings and my acknowledgement of
them helped me to end an abusive
relationship that caused me to hate myself and act
EXACTLY like her to people around me.
Hating her,fueled my own change for the better.
And it's not like I sit here and burn with rage or plot her death.
It's gotten to the point where I can remember good things
and talk about my mother
or things that happened as a kid without instantly thinking
I "hate" her or thinking of something bad she did to me.
I wonder if like anger(Thank you Alison),hatred can be an energy?
It feels that way to me.
At any rate, it was an interesting,inspiring tangent I went off on after
those two incidents. Two little gifts of understanding that I gave myself:)
I'm really happy with this year's holiday. It felt relaxed and fun.
I enjoyed seeing my siblings in law,and feel all fullfilled and
warm inside. A perfect Christmas!
Today I am only eating clear broth,lol
No more food!
Kidding,I will eat just not like I've been
these past few days.
I'm tired of eating. I never thought I'd say THAT.
I have lots to clean up today,but I'll be back
exercising tomorrow.
Hopefully I didn't do too much damage.
I have a pretty pitbull here shaking paws with me,
over and over again
so I'd better stop this novel and pay some attention
to her before she has to go home.
I hope you all had great holidays and I can't wait to read about them!
Friday, December 22, 2006
Holiday Wishes
Ok,so my reeeeal holiday wishes for you aren't to be found
in the dog lick video from yesterday.
Can you believe I used to kiss Beans on the mouth?
Somehow though it didn't seem that dirty,lol
Aww well I haven't come down with worms yet.
I'd say that's pretty good for 10+ years of kissing dogs!
Today I start the big push for the holidays.
I'm making (and sampling) bacon wrapped pineapple
that I'm pre-baking for Christmas Eve and then...oh
cleaning. Somehow I'm behind AGAIN!
We're not having guests but it's still nice to have a clean house.
I just wrapped the last of the pressies and all I have to do
on that end of things is weave the end in,on Devon's scarf
and I'm good to go.
I'm feeling a little anxious about the big gift I bought
for Durell. Cowboy boots or as I was corrected,Western Wear boots...
Bite me shoe store lady,bite me.
ANYways,I'm worried he won't like them. They're black and tan
with teal and purple stitching. Kind of a Santa Fe look. They look
MANLY to me and it's not like Durell is afraid of colours or feels
threatened by not looking manly but still...it's just
that boots are serious business and it may be a teeny bit of a stretch
for him to go from straight black to these ones. It's not like anybody
is going to be able to see the tan and stitching,it'll be covered up by his
jeans but OHHHH I have to be freaked out about SOMETHING or it
just isn't Christmas.
It's actually all the Kids fault. Devon is SURE his dad won't like them
and his reaction is making me feel worse.
Aww well he can always take them back!
I'd better run and get a move on...
This will be my last post until after Christmas
and I wanted to wish you all a wonderful,happy holiday season.
Stay safe and I'll see you soon!
in the dog lick video from yesterday.
Can you believe I used to kiss Beans on the mouth?
Somehow though it didn't seem that dirty,lol
Aww well I haven't come down with worms yet.
I'd say that's pretty good for 10+ years of kissing dogs!
Today I start the big push for the holidays.
I'm making (and sampling) bacon wrapped pineapple
that I'm pre-baking for Christmas Eve and then...oh
cleaning. Somehow I'm behind AGAIN!
We're not having guests but it's still nice to have a clean house.
I just wrapped the last of the pressies and all I have to do
on that end of things is weave the end in,on Devon's scarf
and I'm good to go.
I'm feeling a little anxious about the big gift I bought
for Durell. Cowboy boots or as I was corrected,Western Wear boots...
Bite me shoe store lady,bite me.
ANYways,I'm worried he won't like them. They're black and tan
with teal and purple stitching. Kind of a Santa Fe look. They look
MANLY to me and it's not like Durell is afraid of colours or feels
threatened by not looking manly but still...it's just
that boots are serious business and it may be a teeny bit of a stretch
for him to go from straight black to these ones. It's not like anybody
is going to be able to see the tan and stitching,it'll be covered up by his
jeans but OHHHH I have to be freaked out about SOMETHING or it
just isn't Christmas.
It's actually all the Kids fault. Devon is SURE his dad won't like them
and his reaction is making me feel worse.
Aww well he can always take them back!
I'd better run and get a move on...
This will be my last post until after Christmas
and I wanted to wish you all a wonderful,happy holiday season.
Stay safe and I'll see you soon!
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
My sleepy little town
where men(plural) run around waving GUNS!
I get a phone call from Durell last night and he sounds weird.
I say "uh oh,what'd you DO?" Thinking he ran into somebody
or something,lol but he tells me he's been stopped on the road
outside of the mills here in town by a cop. The cop asked him
if he could turn the truck around(yeah.....not an option,lol)
and when Dur said as much he told him to stay low. That there
were men running around town waving and shooting guns around.
??!!??!!??!???
The cop closed the road(all roads in town were closed and people in cars
were sent home) and Dur,being in the front of a line of trucks waiting to
get into the mills, saw the cop pull out his shotgun and do something with
it(load it??). He left it in his car but pulled out his service revolver and
started checking out the surrounding neighborhood.
ACK! How scary is THAT?
He made it home without being shot(he's sleeping now)
and I'm just waiting to hear news of what happened on the radio.
I tried last night but missed the last newscast on a country
station that Ciari found for us.
Unfortunately for me I didn't figure out I'd missed it until
after I was subjected to an HOUR of Focus on the Family
and a bible study. OHHH THE PAIN.
I did try to listen with an open mind and heart though.
I'd heard about Focus on the Family and wanted to make
my own opinion based on something I'd heard myself,rather
than what other people had told me. Yeah well you
can all guess what stance I'm taking on THAT.
OY.
I did enjoy an interview with a woman who was talking
about teaching girls not to dress older than they are
and not to grow up too fast. I did the opposite and while
I learned valuable lessons from my experiences there
were times when I put myself in real danger.
BUT I had to laugh at the bible study.
Apparently I ENJOY living in darkness and that's
why I HATE Jesus and refuse to let the light of
his love into my life. Really?? I never knew!
So because I'm a Humanist with Pagan tendancies
I hate Jesus and all christians?? Hmm,thanks for filling me in!
I'm sure my friends would say otherwise. Grrr,what bunk.
And because I've already tried religion,saw the light(ha!)
for myself and moved on to something that makes me happy and full,
happier and fuller than religion EVER did,I live in and enjoy
darkness???
Veeeeeeeery interesting indeed.
F-Off,is all I have to say about THAT.
It's a darn good thing I know a lot of good people
who also happen to be christian,(You and YOU and you
and especially YOU!) and vice versa,
because if a person was to base their opinion on the
CRAP I heard last night the lines would be drawn deeper
in the sand and nobody would get along peacefully.
What a great topic to hear around the holidays.
Holidays which for me are cultural in nature.
I am seriously considering for-going the whole thing
and switching it over to Solstice next year.
Send hate mail to caribooqueen@gmail.com
Thanks Bye!
ANYways,I still haven't heard anything about the men with guns.
We don't have our own news station so we depend on the radio
or gossip(seriously) for our information.
I'm thinking they robbed a store then ran off.
We have a lot of robberies here.
We also had a home invasion last week.
Two men knocked on a door,the occupants opened it and the men
forced themselves inside where they demanded money and beat them up.
This is where coming from a big scary city comes in handy. I learned early
on to NEVER open the door to strangers. People here are so trusting and
open. On my street I know half of my neighbors don't even lock their doors,
ever.
They're NUTS!
Ok I'm off to finish the laundry I started and get Ciari doing some school
work. Not sure what we'll end up doing...she was looking at the globe
so may be I'll make a lesson up from whatever strikes her fancy there.
Have a good day all:)
I get a phone call from Durell last night and he sounds weird.
I say "uh oh,what'd you DO?" Thinking he ran into somebody
or something,lol but he tells me he's been stopped on the road
outside of the mills here in town by a cop. The cop asked him
if he could turn the truck around(yeah.....not an option,lol)
and when Dur said as much he told him to stay low. That there
were men running around town waving and shooting guns around.
??!!??!!??!???
The cop closed the road(all roads in town were closed and people in cars
were sent home) and Dur,being in the front of a line of trucks waiting to
get into the mills, saw the cop pull out his shotgun and do something with
it(load it??). He left it in his car but pulled out his service revolver and
started checking out the surrounding neighborhood.
ACK! How scary is THAT?
He made it home without being shot(he's sleeping now)
and I'm just waiting to hear news of what happened on the radio.
I tried last night but missed the last newscast on a country
station that Ciari found for us.
Unfortunately for me I didn't figure out I'd missed it until
after I was subjected to an HOUR of Focus on the Family
and a bible study. OHHH THE PAIN.
I did try to listen with an open mind and heart though.
I'd heard about Focus on the Family and wanted to make
my own opinion based on something I'd heard myself,rather
than what other people had told me. Yeah well you
can all guess what stance I'm taking on THAT.
OY.
I did enjoy an interview with a woman who was talking
about teaching girls not to dress older than they are
and not to grow up too fast. I did the opposite and while
I learned valuable lessons from my experiences there
were times when I put myself in real danger.
BUT I had to laugh at the bible study.
Apparently I ENJOY living in darkness and that's
why I HATE Jesus and refuse to let the light of
his love into my life. Really?? I never knew!
So because I'm a Humanist with Pagan tendancies
I hate Jesus and all christians?? Hmm,thanks for filling me in!
I'm sure my friends would say otherwise. Grrr,what bunk.
And because I've already tried religion,saw the light(ha!)
for myself and moved on to something that makes me happy and full,
happier and fuller than religion EVER did,I live in and enjoy
darkness???
Veeeeeeeery interesting indeed.
F-Off,is all I have to say about THAT.
It's a darn good thing I know a lot of good people
who also happen to be christian,(You and YOU and you
and especially YOU!) and vice versa,
because if a person was to base their opinion on the
CRAP I heard last night the lines would be drawn deeper
in the sand and nobody would get along peacefully.
What a great topic to hear around the holidays.
Holidays which for me are cultural in nature.
I am seriously considering for-going the whole thing
and switching it over to Solstice next year.
Send hate mail to caribooqueen@gmail.com
Thanks Bye!
ANYways,I still haven't heard anything about the men with guns.
We don't have our own news station so we depend on the radio
or gossip(seriously) for our information.
I'm thinking they robbed a store then ran off.
We have a lot of robberies here.
We also had a home invasion last week.
Two men knocked on a door,the occupants opened it and the men
forced themselves inside where they demanded money and beat them up.
This is where coming from a big scary city comes in handy. I learned early
on to NEVER open the door to strangers. People here are so trusting and
open. On my street I know half of my neighbors don't even lock their doors,
ever.
They're NUTS!
Ok I'm off to finish the laundry I started and get Ciari doing some school
work. Not sure what we'll end up doing...she was looking at the globe
so may be I'll make a lesson up from whatever strikes her fancy there.
Have a good day all:)
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I slept in!
I went to bed at 10:30 last night and didn't get up
'til 8:55 this morn.
??????
And even that was a struggle,lol
I guess I needed it!
I was pretty busy yesterday.
I did lots of cleaning and baking AND was on top
of Miss Thing all day..I didn't notice I was tired though.
The tarts came out great after I fixed em.
The original recipe was waaay tooo sweet,so I doctored them up a
bit with four extra eggs and a package of cream cheese.
I was so worried I'd end up screwing things up worse and would have
to huck them out. Almond paste is expensive!
But they turned out pretty damn awesome(if I do say so myself)
The kids and I sampled many a tart,hehehehe.
The pastry was amazing and so simple too.
It's:
8oz cream cheese-room temp
1/2 lb butter-cold
2 cups flour
Squish those all together( I had to use a tad of milk to get things going
it's really dry here) and shape into walnut size balls.
I just dropped the ball into the muffin tin,used a shot glass to squish them
down,then pressed the excess up the sides. Done!
Waaaaay easier than rolling pastry out.
Ciari's room is almost done.
I've found if I get in there with her and tell her EXACTLY
what I want her to do she gets it picked up pretty quick.
I have to come back every once in awhile but when given
small tasks she manages to focus on them and complete them.
I can't just say"Clean your room" and leave it at that.
Her brain just can't organize it's self that way.
Poor kid,it must be frustrating.
Sometimes I make a game out of it. We had a 'race'
Me doing the dishes,she cleaning this one section.
We had fun talking smack to one another,lol,and she
surprised me by cleaning up further sections on her own
just to kick my butt even more!
So now we just have to do under the bed(cue dramatic music)
and..her dresser..I think,and that's it.
The smart thing to do of course would be staying on
top of it in the first place. I'm going to TRY.I don't
think it's going to be easy,seeing as I've got the same
problem she does,minus the hyperactivity. I will try though.
We're a great pair,aren't we? lol
How do you help your kids(if you have them)
keep on top of things?
And to all you without kids,how would you help kids or other people
stay on top of things?
'til 8:55 this morn.
??????
And even that was a struggle,lol
I guess I needed it!
I was pretty busy yesterday.
I did lots of cleaning and baking AND was on top
of Miss Thing all day..I didn't notice I was tired though.
The tarts came out great after I fixed em.
The original recipe was waaay tooo sweet,so I doctored them up a
bit with four extra eggs and a package of cream cheese.
I was so worried I'd end up screwing things up worse and would have
to huck them out. Almond paste is expensive!
But they turned out pretty damn awesome(if I do say so myself)
The kids and I sampled many a tart,hehehehe.
The pastry was amazing and so simple too.
It's:
8oz cream cheese-room temp
1/2 lb butter-cold
2 cups flour
Squish those all together( I had to use a tad of milk to get things going
it's really dry here) and shape into walnut size balls.
I just dropped the ball into the muffin tin,used a shot glass to squish them
down,then pressed the excess up the sides. Done!
Waaaaay easier than rolling pastry out.
Ciari's room is almost done.
I've found if I get in there with her and tell her EXACTLY
what I want her to do she gets it picked up pretty quick.
I have to come back every once in awhile but when given
small tasks she manages to focus on them and complete them.
I can't just say"Clean your room" and leave it at that.
Her brain just can't organize it's self that way.
Poor kid,it must be frustrating.
Sometimes I make a game out of it. We had a 'race'
Me doing the dishes,she cleaning this one section.
We had fun talking smack to one another,lol,and she
surprised me by cleaning up further sections on her own
just to kick my butt even more!
So now we just have to do under the bed(cue dramatic music)
and..her dresser..I think,and that's it.
The smart thing to do of course would be staying on
top of it in the first place. I'm going to TRY.I don't
think it's going to be easy,seeing as I've got the same
problem she does,minus the hyperactivity. I will try though.
We're a great pair,aren't we? lol
How do you help your kids(if you have them)
keep on top of things?
And to all you without kids,how would you help kids or other people
stay on top of things?
Monday, December 18, 2006
Are you ready?
It's ONE week 'til Christmas.
Can you believe that?
How are you coming along??
Almost done?
I am. I'd like to get Hubs some more stocking stuffers
and the kids need to buy each other something...oh
and we need to buy something for Mum and Dad but
other than that I'm ahead of things.
Today I'm going to bake Almond Tarts and then freeze them.
I've got the Raspberry Bars in the freezer already along with
these special cream puff thingies.
I'm thinking the scale and I won't meet again until the end of
January,heh. I need some time to work all the extra stuff off!
I plan on enjoying myself.
How was your weekend? Ours was lazy,we hung around here,did
some shopping and..that was about it.
Annie and Frankie came to visit us last night all frosty and cold
looking for love and warmth. The little asses refused to leave
when we tried to send them home and had to be bribed with lunch
meat! Annie even gave me those sad dog eyes,something she must
have learned from Frankie who gives that look to us all the time.
That dog is too smart for her own good.
Frank settled in on the floor for a snooze while Corny bugged the hell
out of him(playing with his tail,sniffing him all over) and Annie hung
out with me on the couch. That dog licked me to death and I loved every
minute of it,ha. She reminds me of a young Beans,only I don't think
Beaners was ever that annoying. Annie digs under the pillows,couch seat,
your clothes,whatever she can find. She's also in LOVE with an orange stuffed
cat I have. Every time she comes over she tries to steal it from me. You've
got to watch that mutt...
Hee Hee did you think you'd be saved from dog talk when Beans died??
Nope,lol.
It's my gift to you;p
I'm going to try and get this house cleaned up. I have no clue how things
get so out of control,OY. And then I'm going to help Jig get her room
cleaned up. She's been cleaning her room for 2.5 weeks now...yeah..it's
the ADHD thing. She tries,I know she does. We'll get it done in no time
if we work together though.
Have a Happy Monday!
Can you believe that?
How are you coming along??
Almost done?
I am. I'd like to get Hubs some more stocking stuffers
and the kids need to buy each other something...oh
and we need to buy something for Mum and Dad but
other than that I'm ahead of things.
Today I'm going to bake Almond Tarts and then freeze them.
I've got the Raspberry Bars in the freezer already along with
these special cream puff thingies.
I'm thinking the scale and I won't meet again until the end of
January,heh. I need some time to work all the extra stuff off!
I plan on enjoying myself.
How was your weekend? Ours was lazy,we hung around here,did
some shopping and..that was about it.
Annie and Frankie came to visit us last night all frosty and cold
looking for love and warmth. The little asses refused to leave
when we tried to send them home and had to be bribed with lunch
meat! Annie even gave me those sad dog eyes,something she must
have learned from Frankie who gives that look to us all the time.
That dog is too smart for her own good.
Frank settled in on the floor for a snooze while Corny bugged the hell
out of him(playing with his tail,sniffing him all over) and Annie hung
out with me on the couch. That dog licked me to death and I loved every
minute of it,ha. She reminds me of a young Beans,only I don't think
Beaners was ever that annoying. Annie digs under the pillows,couch seat,
your clothes,whatever she can find. She's also in LOVE with an orange stuffed
cat I have. Every time she comes over she tries to steal it from me. You've
got to watch that mutt...
Hee Hee did you think you'd be saved from dog talk when Beans died??
Nope,lol.
It's my gift to you;p
I'm going to try and get this house cleaned up. I have no clue how things
get so out of control,OY. And then I'm going to help Jig get her room
cleaned up. She's been cleaning her room for 2.5 weeks now...yeah..it's
the ADHD thing. She tries,I know she does. We'll get it done in no time
if we work together though.
Have a Happy Monday!
Friday, December 15, 2006
My hearing is shot
and two days later my voice is still hoarse but it
was ALLLLLL worth it!
I'll wax poetic on the concert later.
Right now I've got some bitching to do.
It's always nicer to end on a good note,hahahaha
so lets get this out of the way,shall we?
Our trip home which usually takes 4.5 to 5 hours
took 10.5. We left Mission at 2:30 and pulled into the
driveway at 1am.
We had to drive through white-out conditions.
It was incredible. I've never seen the snow come
down that thick or fast.
Now this wouldn't normally be a problem.
With good snow tires,lots of supplies if we get stuck
and a professional(a real one) driving,the trip home should
have been easy peasy.
But NOOOO. It wasn't meant to be because some of my husband's
lesser experienced,and/ or stupid brethren figure they can beat
Mother Nature somehow and don't have to put chains on.
These same know it all super truckers then end up spun out
across the highway and fuck everything up. We got hung up 5 times,
waiting for the trucks to get straightened out or when that failed,waiting
for a cop or highways guy to guide everybody through the maze of trucks
on the hills.
We were almost killed by an lumber hauler hauling ass towards us
IN OUR LANE who then had the NERVE ,the absolute NERVE to blow his horn at us.
Fucker.
The guy in front of us slid in between two Bobell trucks(they haul super b's
full of wood chips,like Durell does) and we slid into the teeny tiny space the last Bobell
guy made by sliding over as much as he could in his lane.We were in the middle lane of a
three lane section (our direction)of highway. The driver had an ENTIRE lane of his
OWN,plus an extra ONE to drive in. There was no reason why he shouldn't have been
in one of them that we could see.
Good times to see ones life pass before ones eyes!
Good times.
We stopped in Cache Creek for coffee,for all of us(the kids needed it too)
and then made it home from there at a normal rate. We learned later that we'd just missed seeing a bunch of horses being killed.(hit by a truck) One of which was cut in half . They were on the highway instead of their pasture.
One of Dur's co-workers got a front row seat for that horror show after narrowly missing an impact of his own with them,on his way down.
I was SO relieved to get into my warm,safe bed!
That was the drive home from hell.
OK,on to the good!
The concert was amazing.
We has perfect seats and Motley Crue was really good.
I have no complaints about their show,they kicked ass
but when Aerosmith came on...wow they just blew them
(and us) away.
There was no comparison.
Steven Tyler is postively captivating.
We were all entranced and belonged to him completely throughout
their show. It was incredible. The whole audience sang their hearts
out along with him and ohhhh it was so good.
Joe Perry sang too...and played his guitar and took his shirt off
DROOOOOOOOL. lmao That man looks goood!
The show was over way to quick(even though they played as long
as Motley Crue did) and it was well worth the price of the tickets,
travel expenses and death ride home. Well worth it.
was ALLLLLL worth it!
I'll wax poetic on the concert later.
Right now I've got some bitching to do.
It's always nicer to end on a good note,hahahaha
so lets get this out of the way,shall we?
Our trip home which usually takes 4.5 to 5 hours
took 10.5. We left Mission at 2:30 and pulled into the
driveway at 1am.
We had to drive through white-out conditions.
It was incredible. I've never seen the snow come
down that thick or fast.
Now this wouldn't normally be a problem.
With good snow tires,lots of supplies if we get stuck
and a professional(a real one) driving,the trip home should
have been easy peasy.
But NOOOO. It wasn't meant to be because some of my husband's
lesser experienced,and/ or stupid brethren figure they can beat
Mother Nature somehow and don't have to put chains on.
These same know it all super truckers then end up spun out
across the highway and fuck everything up. We got hung up 5 times,
waiting for the trucks to get straightened out or when that failed,waiting
for a cop or highways guy to guide everybody through the maze of trucks
on the hills.
We were almost killed by an lumber hauler hauling ass towards us
IN OUR LANE who then had the NERVE ,the absolute NERVE to blow his horn at us.
Fucker.
The guy in front of us slid in between two Bobell trucks(they haul super b's
full of wood chips,like Durell does) and we slid into the teeny tiny space the last Bobell
guy made by sliding over as much as he could in his lane.We were in the middle lane of a
three lane section (our direction)of highway. The driver had an ENTIRE lane of his
OWN,plus an extra ONE to drive in. There was no reason why he shouldn't have been
in one of them that we could see.
Good times to see ones life pass before ones eyes!
Good times.
We stopped in Cache Creek for coffee,for all of us(the kids needed it too)
and then made it home from there at a normal rate. We learned later that we'd just missed seeing a bunch of horses being killed.(hit by a truck) One of which was cut in half . They were on the highway instead of their pasture.
One of Dur's co-workers got a front row seat for that horror show after narrowly missing an impact of his own with them,on his way down.
I was SO relieved to get into my warm,safe bed!
That was the drive home from hell.
OK,on to the good!
The concert was amazing.
We has perfect seats and Motley Crue was really good.
I have no complaints about their show,they kicked ass
but when Aerosmith came on...wow they just blew them
(and us) away.
There was no comparison.
Steven Tyler is postively captivating.
We were all entranced and belonged to him completely throughout
their show. It was incredible. The whole audience sang their hearts
out along with him and ohhhh it was so good.
Joe Perry sang too...and played his guitar and took his shirt off
DROOOOOOOOL. lmao That man looks goood!
The show was over way to quick(even though they played as long
as Motley Crue did) and it was well worth the price of the tickets,
travel expenses and death ride home. Well worth it.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Two Posts in One
Six Weird Things About Myself from Frankie at Kitchen Table Learners
1. On two occasions I've been able to hear another person's dream,while they've
been dreaming it. I must be vague about this because I plan to do a big "tell all" post when I get all my ducks in a row.
2. When I found out squid were related to slugs I had to stop eating Kalamari,even though I really like it. I can't help but wonder if slugs taste the same and that just grosses me out!
3. I have Pagan tendencies(having already done the church thing)
but I really,really really,like churches,church bells and crosses.
4. I crave cheese like an addict craves drugs. That week I didn't buy it for health reasons? I thought I was going to die! You all remember the cheese post??;)
5. When I was a kid I used to eat the rock salt off the road. That's gonna cause some
damage,heh
6. I feel bad for all the leftover Christmas Trees that nobody wants.
Tag 6 people: Ok..how about the first six people to read this? Tag!
From Cece at Lovin'Laughin'&Livin' I bring you Getting To Know Your Friends!
1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate? Egg Nog
2. Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree? Wrapped. The next
batch is going to be wrapped in newspaper because I'm sick of paying for something
we're just going to rip up and throw away.
3. Colored lights on tree or white? Colored! We just bought LED lights and man are
they ever bright. I love them though,so pretty.
4. Do you hang mistletoe? No,it's toxic to animals.
5. When do you put your decorations up? Usually the weekend before the 25th.
We've got it up early this year because we needed some cheer.
6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)? Ohh do I have to choose just one?
All of them? What I really love is what we called a Toothpick Dinner in my family. Cold cuts,cheese, appys ect. I was lucky to marry into a family that does the same thing!
7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child. Christmas with my entire family on Gabriola Isl. as a kid.
We took the ferry over and it was dark and stormy. We arrived to a house(my grandparents) full of warm yellow light,people and food. Directly out the windows (floor to ceiling) was the ocean. I remember adults laughing,glasses clinking,people talking. I remember the tallest tree I've ever seen,it went into the rafters and my Grandpa had to get a ladder to put the star on top. A fire was roaring in the fireplace and Saki,my granparents cat climbed up onto one of the exposed beams. An uncle climbed up too,and hefted me up with him and we sat swinging our legs,petting the cat. My last memory of that night was sleeping on the floor(green shag carpet that smelled like cedar and the sea) in front of a barely burning fire...drifting off to sleep...
8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? Except for a small time as a youngster when I was worried Santa was going to take away the doll my parents let me open early,I pretty much knew he wasn't real from early on.
9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? In the family I grew up with,yes. With my family
now,no.
10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree? Anything and everything. I love homemade ornaments and fancy ones too. Whatever,if I like it,it'll go on my tree in some form or another.
11. Snow! Do you like it or Dread it? I adore snow. Snow is the best perk of living here!
12. Can you ice skate? Yeah...NO! I broke my ankle WALKING,skating is out of the question.
13. Do you remember your favorite gift? My first pair of high heels my granny bought me.
Hee hee I was SO excited! (I was in grade 2,lmao)
14. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert? Figgy Pudding with hard sauce and Trifle
15. What is your favorite holiday tradition?Listening to the kids open their stockings up,together in one of their bedrooms while Dur and I laze about in bed,evesdropping.
16. What tops your tree? A Byzantine Star.
17. Which do you prefer Giving or Receiving? Both,equally!
18. What is your favorite Christmas Song? Have a Holly Jolly Christmas.
19. Candy Canes yuck or yum? Eh,nota big fan. Unless of course they're Spearmint.
20. Fruitcake? Mmmhmmm,with Marzipan,yum.
Ta Da!
Thanks you Two,that was fun!
1. On two occasions I've been able to hear another person's dream,while they've
been dreaming it. I must be vague about this because I plan to do a big "tell all" post when I get all my ducks in a row.
2. When I found out squid were related to slugs I had to stop eating Kalamari,even though I really like it. I can't help but wonder if slugs taste the same and that just grosses me out!
3. I have Pagan tendencies(having already done the church thing)
but I really,really really,like churches,church bells and crosses.
4. I crave cheese like an addict craves drugs. That week I didn't buy it for health reasons? I thought I was going to die! You all remember the cheese post??;)
5. When I was a kid I used to eat the rock salt off the road. That's gonna cause some
damage,heh
6. I feel bad for all the leftover Christmas Trees that nobody wants.
Tag 6 people: Ok..how about the first six people to read this? Tag!
From Cece at Lovin'Laughin'&Livin' I bring you Getting To Know Your Friends!
1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate? Egg Nog
2. Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree? Wrapped. The next
batch is going to be wrapped in newspaper because I'm sick of paying for something
we're just going to rip up and throw away.
3. Colored lights on tree or white? Colored! We just bought LED lights and man are
they ever bright. I love them though,so pretty.
4. Do you hang mistletoe? No,it's toxic to animals.
5. When do you put your decorations up? Usually the weekend before the 25th.
We've got it up early this year because we needed some cheer.
6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)? Ohh do I have to choose just one?
All of them? What I really love is what we called a Toothpick Dinner in my family. Cold cuts,cheese, appys ect. I was lucky to marry into a family that does the same thing!
7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child. Christmas with my entire family on Gabriola Isl. as a kid.
We took the ferry over and it was dark and stormy. We arrived to a house(my grandparents) full of warm yellow light,people and food. Directly out the windows (floor to ceiling) was the ocean. I remember adults laughing,glasses clinking,people talking. I remember the tallest tree I've ever seen,it went into the rafters and my Grandpa had to get a ladder to put the star on top. A fire was roaring in the fireplace and Saki,my granparents cat climbed up onto one of the exposed beams. An uncle climbed up too,and hefted me up with him and we sat swinging our legs,petting the cat. My last memory of that night was sleeping on the floor(green shag carpet that smelled like cedar and the sea) in front of a barely burning fire...drifting off to sleep...
8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? Except for a small time as a youngster when I was worried Santa was going to take away the doll my parents let me open early,I pretty much knew he wasn't real from early on.
9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? In the family I grew up with,yes. With my family
now,no.
10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree? Anything and everything. I love homemade ornaments and fancy ones too. Whatever,if I like it,it'll go on my tree in some form or another.
11. Snow! Do you like it or Dread it? I adore snow. Snow is the best perk of living here!
12. Can you ice skate? Yeah...NO! I broke my ankle WALKING,skating is out of the question.
13. Do you remember your favorite gift? My first pair of high heels my granny bought me.
Hee hee I was SO excited! (I was in grade 2,lmao)
14. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert? Figgy Pudding with hard sauce and Trifle
15. What is your favorite holiday tradition?Listening to the kids open their stockings up,together in one of their bedrooms while Dur and I laze about in bed,evesdropping.
16. What tops your tree? A Byzantine Star.
17. Which do you prefer Giving or Receiving? Both,equally!
18. What is your favorite Christmas Song? Have a Holly Jolly Christmas.
19. Candy Canes yuck or yum? Eh,nota big fan. Unless of course they're Spearmint.
20. Fruitcake? Mmmhmmm,with Marzipan,yum.
Ta Da!
Thanks you Two,that was fun!
Monday, December 11, 2006
That was brutal
and at this juncture I'm not sure I'll
be able to attend the death of a pet
again.
I'd like to add in here,that you may not want to read this post.
If you don't that's ok. I completely understand!
I need to write it out but know it will be hard for some of you
to read,so don't worry if you don't,ok?
What ever made me think that I'd be
ok witnessing/assisting my dog's death?
Me,softhearted animal lover extradoranairre.
I can't believe I thought I'd be able to escape
unscathed...dumb dumb dumb.
The night of her death I seriously considered
checking myself into the psyc. ward.
The only reason I didn't was because I couldn't
work through the dark heavy cloud holding me down
to my bed. I went to bed crying and woke up crying
after a disgusting dream in which I cut off Beans leg
turned it into a hamburger and ate her. All the while
she hobbled around with me on a bloody stump.
Thanks subconscious,I needed that!
Fucked up eh?
I thought the whole thing would be...serene and special
somehow. I thought I'd feel kind and gentle,like what I was
doing was spiritual and good but it wasn't like that at all.
Everything was amplified,every move I made,everything
I said. Everything the vet and her helper did and said.
It felt like I was in the middle of a bad dream.
I am HAUNTED and TORMENTED every time I
remember that I called her to the mat on the floor
and when she had had enough of the hen fest-the vet,her tech,Ciari and I-
and wanted to leave,I called her back and used my power over her as an
owner against so we could HOLD HER DOWN
while the vet poked around in her legs looking for a good vein.
She cried out a bit as the vet tried THREE FUCKING TIMES
to get this huge needle into a vein.
Everytime the vet made an attempt Jig and I would pet Beans
with a vengence,telling her that we loved her,thanking her for
being such a good dog,thinking that THIS was THE moment
only to have to stop, re-arrange ourselves
and do it ALL OVER AGAIN when the vet had to try again.
The sedative lowers their blood pressure and causes the veins
to collapse. The vet also mentioned that Beans had "crappy"circulation
in a really exasperated voice.
Well I'm sorry BITCH,but you see, she's been sick with CANCER.
I wanted to punch her in the face. I'm surprised I didn't.
I think the only thing keeping me sane at that point
was thinking about all the support I had with you guys and
with every owner who's been
in the same boat.
I *know* it wasn't her fault of course.
I know she was feeling badly too.
I'm sure she just wanted to be done and over with it. It's just
not nice to kill a beautiful animal who comes to the door to greet
you with a wagging tail and a kiss.
When the vet got the needle in and she injected the stuff,I swear I held my breath
as I waited for it to take effect. I didn't think it was going to work considering
the other attempts and then her eyes went vacant and her head slumped in
my hands and she died. Just like that.
One minute she was there,all doped up and wondering, the next minute she
was gone.
No bells rang,no whistles sounded,no angels sang.
No lights flashed,no fireworks went off.
No spirit passed by me,I felt no chill. Nothing.
One minute I was the owner/friend of a gorgeous rotti cross
the next I was no longer.
We sat with her and patted her,talking to her until her body released that
last breath. That was the moment when Ciari knew Beans was really dead
and she started to cry. I comforted her along with the vet and her tech(who
really were very kind) and eventually Jig went into her room while we
packaged Beans body up.
Before Ciari left for her room,I prodded her to give Beans a kiss not even
thinking she might find it icky to kiss a dead dog. She did it,then said something
to me later about she couldn't believe she kissed a DEAD dog. I apologized to her
saying I should have asked her first or not suggested it AT ALL,but she said it was
ok. That Beans just felt like Beans. Hopefully I dodged that bullet and didn't
fuck my daughter up TOO much. UGH!
They took Beans away with them,and she's going to be cremated.
I had the option of having her taken to the dump(oh hell no!) or being cremated.
The dump. What an option. I know she's not in there and that her body is just
a shell,but still I can do better for my sweet girl than the fricking dump.
Friday was spent in my Pjs. I just couldn't get dressed and I walked with
a slump because I literally could not lift my shoulders and head up.
On Saturday I felt a little better. We went Christmas shopping in town
and it felt good to go out and forget about it for awhile.
Just to show you how small my town is,you'll never guess who I saw
out while shopping?
The vet.
Nice eh?
We had a few words and it was pleasant.Pleasant but weird.
I saw Beans actual vet(the one we saw the first time in the office)
at the grocery store the next day.
GET ME OUT OF HERE!
ANYways,I'm doing ok now.
Life does go on.
I'm still traumatized and when I let my mind wander
it always wanders back to the things that haunt me but
I know that in time that will go away.
I miss her like crazy. It's so weird not having a dog.
She was in every part of our lives.
And of course I keep seeing Beaners dogs everywhere I go.
But I know if she'd been a Golden,I'd be seeing Goldens.
If she was a multi-poo,I'd be seeing multi-poos...
I am very disillusioned about the whole experience.
I thought I'd feel as if I was doing her a kindness
by ending her suffering. Now I just think I was
an accessory to murder.
The vet said it's kinder and nicer for the animal to
be killed(ok fine she said euthenized) at home,
but I didn't see any of that.
Dead is dead,no matter how you get there.
Sure she wasn't ripped apart by a wild animal
or eaten from the inside out by cancer,but
in my eyes(and brain,and dreams and memories)
she still suffered. She still suffered.
The kids let Annie in while we were out shopping(the only time
I don't get mad at them for opening the door when we're not home;p)
and when I was sitting with her on the couch I closed my eyes,breathed
in her doggie scent and pretended she was Beans.
I don't think she minded(or knew) but it proved my point to the kids
that getting a dog too soon after your old one dies just isn't fair to the
new one.
I'm feeling like I don't want another dog anyways,but I know in time
that will pass. Will I be able to witness their death? I don't know.
Part of me says it's my DUTY as a pet owner to be there with them.
Part of me says it's not about me and whether I can handle it or not,
it's about them. It's about not leaving them with strangers while
they die.(Some people don't even get that option or are smart enough
to realize it'd be too horrible for them) It's about the dog's comfort.
But I don't know if Beans was comforted by my presence.
She didn't look comforted or comfortable for that matter.
And I'll never ever know for sure anyways.
I'm just going around in circles now...
One good thing came out of this though.
I was shown just how wonderful and brave my kids are.
Devon,my big 13 year old decided not to be present.
He knew it would be too much for him and he was honest
with me,Beans and himself. That takes bravery. Especially
for a macho know it all teen boy on the cusp of manhood.
Ciarán on the other hand,was brave for sitting with Beaners
and I. I don't know to many 8 year olds who would even
consider doing that,and do it with grace,kindness and dignity.
She said she was proud of herself for crying in front of strangers.
I am too.
She seems un-effected but who knows. When it's a little less raw for
me I'm going to talk to her about it and make sure she's ok.
Allrighty then,enough of this. I have to work out,try and burn off
all those delicious self medicating calories I've been ingesting
all weekend.
Thanks for your care,love and support:)
Edited at 7pm to add: Writing this post and reading your comments has made me feel better.
I'm still sad of course but it's not a tortured sad.
See how therapeutic blogging and blogger buddies are??
be able to attend the death of a pet
again.
I'd like to add in here,that you may not want to read this post.
If you don't that's ok. I completely understand!
I need to write it out but know it will be hard for some of you
to read,so don't worry if you don't,ok?
What ever made me think that I'd be
ok witnessing/assisting my dog's death?
Me,softhearted animal lover extradoranairre.
I can't believe I thought I'd be able to escape
unscathed...dumb dumb dumb.
The night of her death I seriously considered
checking myself into the psyc. ward.
The only reason I didn't was because I couldn't
work through the dark heavy cloud holding me down
to my bed. I went to bed crying and woke up crying
after a disgusting dream in which I cut off Beans leg
turned it into a hamburger and ate her. All the while
she hobbled around with me on a bloody stump.
Thanks subconscious,I needed that!
Fucked up eh?
I thought the whole thing would be...serene and special
somehow. I thought I'd feel kind and gentle,like what I was
doing was spiritual and good but it wasn't like that at all.
Everything was amplified,every move I made,everything
I said. Everything the vet and her helper did and said.
It felt like I was in the middle of a bad dream.
I am HAUNTED and TORMENTED every time I
remember that I called her to the mat on the floor
and when she had had enough of the hen fest-the vet,her tech,Ciari and I-
and wanted to leave,I called her back and used my power over her as an
owner against so we could HOLD HER DOWN
while the vet poked around in her legs looking for a good vein.
She cried out a bit as the vet tried THREE FUCKING TIMES
to get this huge needle into a vein.
Everytime the vet made an attempt Jig and I would pet Beans
with a vengence,telling her that we loved her,thanking her for
being such a good dog,thinking that THIS was THE moment
only to have to stop, re-arrange ourselves
and do it ALL OVER AGAIN when the vet had to try again.
The sedative lowers their blood pressure and causes the veins
to collapse. The vet also mentioned that Beans had "crappy"circulation
in a really exasperated voice.
Well I'm sorry BITCH,but you see, she's been sick with CANCER.
I wanted to punch her in the face. I'm surprised I didn't.
I think the only thing keeping me sane at that point
was thinking about all the support I had with you guys and
with every owner who's been
in the same boat.
I *know* it wasn't her fault of course.
I know she was feeling badly too.
I'm sure she just wanted to be done and over with it. It's just
not nice to kill a beautiful animal who comes to the door to greet
you with a wagging tail and a kiss.
When the vet got the needle in and she injected the stuff,I swear I held my breath
as I waited for it to take effect. I didn't think it was going to work considering
the other attempts and then her eyes went vacant and her head slumped in
my hands and she died. Just like that.
One minute she was there,all doped up and wondering, the next minute she
was gone.
No bells rang,no whistles sounded,no angels sang.
No lights flashed,no fireworks went off.
No spirit passed by me,I felt no chill. Nothing.
One minute I was the owner/friend of a gorgeous rotti cross
the next I was no longer.
We sat with her and patted her,talking to her until her body released that
last breath. That was the moment when Ciari knew Beans was really dead
and she started to cry. I comforted her along with the vet and her tech(who
really were very kind) and eventually Jig went into her room while we
packaged Beans body up.
Before Ciari left for her room,I prodded her to give Beans a kiss not even
thinking she might find it icky to kiss a dead dog. She did it,then said something
to me later about she couldn't believe she kissed a DEAD dog. I apologized to her
saying I should have asked her first or not suggested it AT ALL,but she said it was
ok. That Beans just felt like Beans. Hopefully I dodged that bullet and didn't
fuck my daughter up TOO much. UGH!
They took Beans away with them,and she's going to be cremated.
I had the option of having her taken to the dump(oh hell no!) or being cremated.
The dump. What an option. I know she's not in there and that her body is just
a shell,but still I can do better for my sweet girl than the fricking dump.
Friday was spent in my Pjs. I just couldn't get dressed and I walked with
a slump because I literally could not lift my shoulders and head up.
On Saturday I felt a little better. We went Christmas shopping in town
and it felt good to go out and forget about it for awhile.
Just to show you how small my town is,you'll never guess who I saw
out while shopping?
The vet.
Nice eh?
We had a few words and it was pleasant.Pleasant but weird.
I saw Beans actual vet(the one we saw the first time in the office)
at the grocery store the next day.
GET ME OUT OF HERE!
ANYways,I'm doing ok now.
Life does go on.
I'm still traumatized and when I let my mind wander
it always wanders back to the things that haunt me but
I know that in time that will go away.
I miss her like crazy. It's so weird not having a dog.
She was in every part of our lives.
And of course I keep seeing Beaners dogs everywhere I go.
But I know if she'd been a Golden,I'd be seeing Goldens.
If she was a multi-poo,I'd be seeing multi-poos...
I am very disillusioned about the whole experience.
I thought I'd feel as if I was doing her a kindness
by ending her suffering. Now I just think I was
an accessory to murder.
The vet said it's kinder and nicer for the animal to
be killed(ok fine she said euthenized) at home,
but I didn't see any of that.
Dead is dead,no matter how you get there.
Sure she wasn't ripped apart by a wild animal
or eaten from the inside out by cancer,but
in my eyes(and brain,and dreams and memories)
she still suffered. She still suffered.
The kids let Annie in while we were out shopping(the only time
I don't get mad at them for opening the door when we're not home;p)
and when I was sitting with her on the couch I closed my eyes,breathed
in her doggie scent and pretended she was Beans.
I don't think she minded(or knew) but it proved my point to the kids
that getting a dog too soon after your old one dies just isn't fair to the
new one.
I'm feeling like I don't want another dog anyways,but I know in time
that will pass. Will I be able to witness their death? I don't know.
Part of me says it's my DUTY as a pet owner to be there with them.
Part of me says it's not about me and whether I can handle it or not,
it's about them. It's about not leaving them with strangers while
they die.(Some people don't even get that option or are smart enough
to realize it'd be too horrible for them) It's about the dog's comfort.
But I don't know if Beans was comforted by my presence.
She didn't look comforted or comfortable for that matter.
And I'll never ever know for sure anyways.
I'm just going around in circles now...
One good thing came out of this though.
I was shown just how wonderful and brave my kids are.
Devon,my big 13 year old decided not to be present.
He knew it would be too much for him and he was honest
with me,Beans and himself. That takes bravery. Especially
for a macho know it all teen boy on the cusp of manhood.
Ciarán on the other hand,was brave for sitting with Beaners
and I. I don't know to many 8 year olds who would even
consider doing that,and do it with grace,kindness and dignity.
She said she was proud of herself for crying in front of strangers.
I am too.
She seems un-effected but who knows. When it's a little less raw for
me I'm going to talk to her about it and make sure she's ok.
Allrighty then,enough of this. I have to work out,try and burn off
all those delicious self medicating calories I've been ingesting
all weekend.
Thanks for your care,love and support:)
Edited at 7pm to add: Writing this post and reading your comments has made me feel better.
I'm still sad of course but it's not a tortured sad.
See how therapeutic blogging and blogger buddies are??
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
She's Gone.
I was there,I saw it happen and yet I still don't really believe she's gone.
I know it was the right thing to do,but it doesn't feel right without her
here.
This is my favourite picture of her. She's smiling.
She was a smiley dog,happy dog.
Someone's at the door.
This is who I saw when I answeredthe summons. It certainly couldn't have
been Ciarán who put him there.
The knocking was waaay too loud.
I wonder who did??
Could have it been the Snowman himself??
They can walk ,right? It get curiouser and
curiouser!
Thank you all for your wonderful comments and support yesterday.
I'll carry them with me as I move towards the end with my sweet girl:)
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Christmas Cats
These guys remind me of my cat Wall.
We called him Christmas Wall because he was always
screwing around with my damn tree.
Even as an old guy! Of course I didn't mind.
I just pretended to be mad ;p
Click here
Beans is going downhill fast.
I'm finding it hard to get up the gumption
to call the vet.
She's leaking a bit of bloody mucas and sleeps all the time.
She's even giving me those eyes.
You all know the ones.
The ones that say Do something please....
and yet I just can't do it.
I will. I have to.
But this is so hard.
I've done some difficult things in my life
and this is by far the hardest.
Not even ending ties with my family was this hard.
If she was sick and sad all the time it'd be easy
it's when she wags her tail at me or dances around outside after
an outing that does me in and makes me think she's ok.
I know she's not but just try and tell my heart that.
Last night when she was out I said the word w-a-l-k and her head
whipped around at me like it was the best idea EVER.
How can I kill her when she does that? How??
Remember all those tips the vet gave me?
Yeah well they work well in theory,not practice.
:bang bang bang:
That's me bashing my head on the keyboard.
It's times like this when I wish I didn't have such a soft heart
but I don't like the alternative and so here I am.
Edited at 2:11pm to say:
I made the call just before noon today.
They're coming at 4pm tomorrow.
That sign I was hoping for?
I just got it.
She's bleeding from her mouth.
I'm not sure if it's from the tumour
or from inside.
It's bright red and there is not a lot but it's enough.
It's time.
We called him Christmas Wall because he was always
screwing around with my damn tree.
Even as an old guy! Of course I didn't mind.
I just pretended to be mad ;p
Click here
Beans is going downhill fast.
I'm finding it hard to get up the gumption
to call the vet.
She's leaking a bit of bloody mucas and sleeps all the time.
She's even giving me those eyes.
You all know the ones.
The ones that say Do something please....
and yet I just can't do it.
I will. I have to.
But this is so hard.
I've done some difficult things in my life
and this is by far the hardest.
Not even ending ties with my family was this hard.
If she was sick and sad all the time it'd be easy
it's when she wags her tail at me or dances around outside after
an outing that does me in and makes me think she's ok.
I know she's not but just try and tell my heart that.
Last night when she was out I said the word w-a-l-k and her head
whipped around at me like it was the best idea EVER.
How can I kill her when she does that? How??
Remember all those tips the vet gave me?
Yeah well they work well in theory,not practice.
:bang bang bang:
That's me bashing my head on the keyboard.
It's times like this when I wish I didn't have such a soft heart
but I don't like the alternative and so here I am.
Edited at 2:11pm to say:
I made the call just before noon today.
They're coming at 4pm tomorrow.
That sign I was hoping for?
I just got it.
She's bleeding from her mouth.
I'm not sure if it's from the tumour
or from inside.
It's bright red and there is not a lot but it's enough.
It's time.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Alcoholism
I was watching Intervention on A&E this past Sunday.
They were intervening a woman who was an alcoholic
and it got Durell and I talking about the people we know
who are also alcoholics. We were shocked to discover
that in the span of our relationship(14years) we've known
ten people who are raging drunks.
TEN! Does that number seem high to anybody else?
Some of these people are friends and co-workers and some
of them are family members.
There is also a large number of people we know
who abuse alcohol and are on the edge of that slipery slope.
What the hell???
Is it just us and our circle of friends or have you found
a similar problem in amongst the people you know?
I was so shocked once I started counting them up and putting
names and faces to those numbers. There's a real problem there.
I had my own little walk along the prepicice of alcoholism
and know how easy it is to slide(or fall rather) down.
I've always been proud of the fact that with the exception
of overeating,I can quit ANYTHING that tries to trip me up.
Ativan I stole from my mother when my cat died. I just stopped
when I didn't like feeling foggy. Drugs as a teenager. Booze as a
teenager. I just grew out of that party stage I was in,I was
never much of a drinker anyways.Cigarettes as an adult.
I.just.quit. No side effects,no out of control cravings,no nothing.
I thought I'd NEVER EVER have a problem with alcohol.
It wasn't a part of my life. If I ever did,it was with friends
on the odd night out with the girls.
But then suddenly I found myself going out a lot.
I needed to be out with my friends dancing.
I NEEDED a couple of drinks to loosen me up to dance!
As the state of my marriage went down the tubes because
of our company and it's failings,the need for Girl's Nights
went up and before you know it I was out every weekend.
Sometimes even in the middle of the week!
I'd binge drink until I was just over the tipsy point then stop.
It was summer and I knew that I'd just quit when the time was right.
It was ok to have fun and cheer myself up. I was still so young!
Sounds perfectly harmless right? I was never falling down drunk
and I was always home on time.Dur stayed with the kids,or if we went
out together,they stayed with a grandparent.
I didn't do anything stupid or anything
I was ashamed of. I was just having fun!
After while though I started to discover that the
next day I was FOUL.
I was a nasty,nasty person. Irritated by everything
and everyone.
Then I started to get the shakes.
The FUCKING SHAKES!
Durell,who up to this point had been patient and
even supportive
of my nights out said only half joking I'm
sure" May be you need a little nip to take the edge off.
You know,Hair of the Dog" Hahahahahaha
Naaaa,I said that'd be a BAD thing to do....
as it dawned on me that perhaps what I was doing was already
bad enough,considering the obvious signs of withdrawal
I was having!
Ummm hello??? Can we say clueless??
I completely understand how
people become addicted to... well anything!
It just snuck up on me! One minute I was having
fun with my friends, the next I was discovering my
fun was about to cost me more than I'd bargined for.
Had I seriously considered what Durell had said and
taken a drink to "steady my nerves" I think I'd have
been yet another person needing an intervention.
It can happen that easily.
That was the end of that. I just quit.
BUT it was hard and it took will power. I wanted to go
and dance,I wanted to be young and free. My friends
wanted me to come out with them and when I didn't
anymore they took that as an insult and a judgement
against them,even though I was only trying to save myself.
I was ok in the end and yes I'm better for the experience
but that was just too dangerous for my liking,thankyouverymuch!
I still enjoy a drink every now and then but now I enjoy
them with knowledge.
What's my point about this whole thing?
I guess I don't really have one except to say,alcoholism affects so
many different people and it is an awful thing.
Please be careful out there:)
They were intervening a woman who was an alcoholic
and it got Durell and I talking about the people we know
who are also alcoholics. We were shocked to discover
that in the span of our relationship(14years) we've known
ten people who are raging drunks.
TEN! Does that number seem high to anybody else?
Some of these people are friends and co-workers and some
of them are family members.
There is also a large number of people we know
who abuse alcohol and are on the edge of that slipery slope.
What the hell???
Is it just us and our circle of friends or have you found
a similar problem in amongst the people you know?
I was so shocked once I started counting them up and putting
names and faces to those numbers. There's a real problem there.
I had my own little walk along the prepicice of alcoholism
and know how easy it is to slide(or fall rather) down.
I've always been proud of the fact that with the exception
of overeating,I can quit ANYTHING that tries to trip me up.
Ativan I stole from my mother when my cat died. I just stopped
when I didn't like feeling foggy. Drugs as a teenager. Booze as a
teenager. I just grew out of that party stage I was in,I was
never much of a drinker anyways.Cigarettes as an adult.
I.just.quit. No side effects,no out of control cravings,no nothing.
I thought I'd NEVER EVER have a problem with alcohol.
It wasn't a part of my life. If I ever did,it was with friends
on the odd night out with the girls.
But then suddenly I found myself going out a lot.
I needed to be out with my friends dancing.
I NEEDED a couple of drinks to loosen me up to dance!
As the state of my marriage went down the tubes because
of our company and it's failings,the need for Girl's Nights
went up and before you know it I was out every weekend.
Sometimes even in the middle of the week!
I'd binge drink until I was just over the tipsy point then stop.
It was summer and I knew that I'd just quit when the time was right.
It was ok to have fun and cheer myself up. I was still so young!
Sounds perfectly harmless right? I was never falling down drunk
and I was always home on time.Dur stayed with the kids,or if we went
out together,they stayed with a grandparent.
I didn't do anything stupid or anything
I was ashamed of. I was just having fun!
After while though I started to discover that the
next day I was FOUL.
I was a nasty,nasty person. Irritated by everything
and everyone.
Then I started to get the shakes.
The FUCKING SHAKES!
Durell,who up to this point had been patient and
even supportive
of my nights out said only half joking I'm
sure" May be you need a little nip to take the edge off.
You know,Hair of the Dog" Hahahahahaha
Naaaa,I said that'd be a BAD thing to do....
as it dawned on me that perhaps what I was doing was already
bad enough,considering the obvious signs of withdrawal
I was having!
Ummm hello??? Can we say clueless??
I completely understand how
people become addicted to... well anything!
It just snuck up on me! One minute I was having
fun with my friends, the next I was discovering my
fun was about to cost me more than I'd bargined for.
Had I seriously considered what Durell had said and
taken a drink to "steady my nerves" I think I'd have
been yet another person needing an intervention.
It can happen that easily.
That was the end of that. I just quit.
BUT it was hard and it took will power. I wanted to go
and dance,I wanted to be young and free. My friends
wanted me to come out with them and when I didn't
anymore they took that as an insult and a judgement
against them,even though I was only trying to save myself.
I was ok in the end and yes I'm better for the experience
but that was just too dangerous for my liking,thankyouverymuch!
I still enjoy a drink every now and then but now I enjoy
them with knowledge.
What's my point about this whole thing?
I guess I don't really have one except to say,alcoholism affects so
many different people and it is an awful thing.
Please be careful out there:)
Monday, December 04, 2006
It's a cruel,cruel world.
Durell and I decided when Beans does die,we won't be
adopting another dog until we're in our own house.
I'm comfortable with this decision.
I'd even say I'm happy about this decision.
It'll give my vacumm a break from dog hair,
be easier to go on trips,find places to live
and leave me with more time and gumption
to volunteer at the SPCA to get my dog fix.
Life will still suck without her of course but
there are benefits from not having a dog,hence
our decision.
So why is it that everywhere I turn I'm bombarded
with puppies and cute dogs. WHY?? It's just not fair
and I'm weak,so weak in the face of such needy cuteness.
It started off with a Lab puppy,belonging to none other
than The Friends of Jesus. She is the sweetest thing and she's
so soft and she gives kisses and she loves me and I WANT ONE.
After seeing her I started seeing puppies everywhere. Then young
dogs,then just plain old dogs. Dogs in pick up trucks giving me the
eye,dogs outside of grocery stores,wagging their tails,dogs,dogs,dogs!
They're out to get me,I swear.
And in the things I never thought would happen to me department:
I have been growing a mustache. A real live one. It's so impressive
should I ever switch teams I'd be able to offer free mustache rides
and be properly equipped.
I ripped that sucker off with a bit of Nads but there's still a few hairs
left..right along the corners of my mouth. That's going to hurt.
Would somebody please tell me how I went from a sexy young thang
to a chick with a 'stache? PLEASE???
What's worse is that I've been wandering around like this for some
time. My husband didn't say one word about it. Of course I would
have killed him if he had but that's besides the point!
A women needs to know these things. How did it go from a few stray
hairs to a furry caterpillar without anyone(including myself) noticing?
Check your upper lips Ladies just to be on the safe side.
Did you all have a good weekend?
I got some Christmas shopping in(still within the budget,wahoo!)
and oh that was about it. My exciting life.
Last night when the kids were in bed I packed all the pressies up
and stuck them in a moving box labled -towels- hehehehe.
My kids are snoops(as am I) and I just know this is going
to drive them nuts.
Did you or do you snoop through your presents?
What steps do you take to hide presents from your snoopy loves ones?
adopting another dog until we're in our own house.
I'm comfortable with this decision.
I'd even say I'm happy about this decision.
It'll give my vacumm a break from dog hair,
be easier to go on trips,find places to live
and leave me with more time and gumption
to volunteer at the SPCA to get my dog fix.
Life will still suck without her of course but
there are benefits from not having a dog,hence
our decision.
So why is it that everywhere I turn I'm bombarded
with puppies and cute dogs. WHY?? It's just not fair
and I'm weak,so weak in the face of such needy cuteness.
It started off with a Lab puppy,belonging to none other
than The Friends of Jesus. She is the sweetest thing and she's
so soft and she gives kisses and she loves me and I WANT ONE.
After seeing her I started seeing puppies everywhere. Then young
dogs,then just plain old dogs. Dogs in pick up trucks giving me the
eye,dogs outside of grocery stores,wagging their tails,dogs,dogs,dogs!
They're out to get me,I swear.
And in the things I never thought would happen to me department:
I have been growing a mustache. A real live one. It's so impressive
should I ever switch teams I'd be able to offer free mustache rides
and be properly equipped.
I ripped that sucker off with a bit of Nads but there's still a few hairs
left..right along the corners of my mouth. That's going to hurt.
Would somebody please tell me how I went from a sexy young thang
to a chick with a 'stache? PLEASE???
What's worse is that I've been wandering around like this for some
time. My husband didn't say one word about it. Of course I would
have killed him if he had but that's besides the point!
A women needs to know these things. How did it go from a few stray
hairs to a furry caterpillar without anyone(including myself) noticing?
Check your upper lips Ladies just to be on the safe side.
Did you all have a good weekend?
I got some Christmas shopping in(still within the budget,wahoo!)
and oh that was about it. My exciting life.
Last night when the kids were in bed I packed all the pressies up
and stuck them in a moving box labled -towels- hehehehe.
My kids are snoops(as am I) and I just know this is going
to drive them nuts.
Did you or do you snoop through your presents?
What steps do you take to hide presents from your snoopy loves ones?
Saturday, December 02, 2006
A video!
Here's a short video of Beans that I made when we were snowless.
Ciari gave me a wet willy which is why it ends so abruptly,lol
Do I sound how you imagined? Dorkier?
Hee hee
Enjoy!
Beans
Ciari gave me a wet willy which is why it ends so abruptly,lol
Do I sound how you imagined? Dorkier?
Hee hee
Enjoy!
Beans
Friday, December 01, 2006
Hello December. Long Time No See.
I'm thinking the reason Ciari's been bugging me to flip
the calender from November to December is because, she
thinks if the calender says December she'll get her Advent calender
early! Ummm Nope,sorry kid,it just doesn't work that way.
She was over the moon this morning,when finally, FINALLY it became December.
What is so wonderful about a 1cm square of chocolate??
Those things just leave me begging for more!
The kids were eyeballing their calenders last night
and I could hear the Christmas excitment creeping into both of them.
Devon said to me" Too bad they don't make 365 day Advent calenders"
Haaa,no kidding! Then it might be worth it.
Then Ciari,my sweet little girl exclaims in this loud,outraged voice
"Hey those ASSHOLES!" They didn't put Rudolph on my picture!"
Ummm????
What did you say????
But of course you all know what happened next.
I laughed and laughed and laughed.
Ooooh I couldn't stop.
She was so mad and honestly?
Asshole and Rudolph in the same statement
just struck me as the funniest thing ever. Bwah!
I didn't hide my mirth.
HA,why bother anyways. She sounded so natural and it's no wonder
with a truck driver dad!
A dad I can convienently blame her language on even though I
know she got that particular word me moi,heh
She's been hiding this little secret well,I never knew she
could swear like that!
It's Friday right?
I guess I need to put up a recipe of Auntie Cass's.
It seems like I just did that. Time is just flying by this week.
Ok here we go:
Raspberry Bars
You may know them as Raspberry Macaroon Bars
I'm making these to add to our Christmas Eve dessert tray,yum!
Bottom Layer
1 1/4 cup flour
1/2 cup butter
1/4 cup sugar
Mix well until crumbly.
Lightly press into greased 9x9inch pan.
Filling
1 cup raspberry jam-I'm going to use E.D. Smith fruit preserves I just think it'd be nicer.
Spread jam over bottom layer
Top Layer
2 eggs
2 cups shredded coconut
1 tsp vanilla
1/2 tsp baking powder
Beat eggs untils frothy. Add sugar,coconut,vanilla and baking powder.
Stir to combine well. Spread over jam layer.
Bake at 350 for 30 min or until set and lightly browned.
Cool and cut into squares.
the calender from November to December is because, she
thinks if the calender says December she'll get her Advent calender
early! Ummm Nope,sorry kid,it just doesn't work that way.
She was over the moon this morning,when finally, FINALLY it became December.
What is so wonderful about a 1cm square of chocolate??
Those things just leave me begging for more!
The kids were eyeballing their calenders last night
and I could hear the Christmas excitment creeping into both of them.
Devon said to me" Too bad they don't make 365 day Advent calenders"
Haaa,no kidding! Then it might be worth it.
Then Ciari,my sweet little girl exclaims in this loud,outraged voice
"Hey those ASSHOLES!" They didn't put Rudolph on my picture!"
Ummm????
What did you say????
But of course you all know what happened next.
I laughed and laughed and laughed.
Ooooh I couldn't stop.
She was so mad and honestly?
Asshole and Rudolph in the same statement
just struck me as the funniest thing ever. Bwah!
I didn't hide my mirth.
HA,why bother anyways. She sounded so natural and it's no wonder
with a truck driver dad!
A dad I can convienently blame her language on even though I
know she got that particular word me moi,heh
She's been hiding this little secret well,I never knew she
could swear like that!
It's Friday right?
I guess I need to put up a recipe of Auntie Cass's.
It seems like I just did that. Time is just flying by this week.
Ok here we go:
Raspberry Bars
You may know them as Raspberry Macaroon Bars
I'm making these to add to our Christmas Eve dessert tray,yum!
Bottom Layer
1 1/4 cup flour
1/2 cup butter
1/4 cup sugar
Mix well until crumbly.
Lightly press into greased 9x9inch pan.
Filling
1 cup raspberry jam-I'm going to use E.D. Smith fruit preserves I just think it'd be nicer.
Spread jam over bottom layer
Top Layer
2 eggs
2 cups shredded coconut
1 tsp vanilla
1/2 tsp baking powder
Beat eggs untils frothy. Add sugar,coconut,vanilla and baking powder.
Stir to combine well. Spread over jam layer.
Bake at 350 for 30 min or until set and lightly browned.
Cool and cut into squares.
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