Friday, September 29, 2006
Screech's 'Saved By The Smell': The Teaser Trailer - Defamer
I couldn't believe what I was reading...Screech in a manage a trios? Screech doing something called a Dirty Sanchez? Say it ain't so? I just hope that Lisa Turtle isn't in it, too. I don't think that I could handle it.......Don't worry, there's no actual nudity here. If you're brave enough, check it out...
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Nope. It's the landlord. Uh-oh. This means that I can't just stick my head out the door and yell 'leave it on the porch.' What to do....See, my landlord is an old fashioned german man, about 80 years old. He'll want to come right in, have a coffee...Yeah. Like I'm in the mood to entertain. So, I think, ignore him, he'll go away and he'll phone later. He never speaks to me anyway, 'cause I'm just the lady of the house. So, I wait. He keeps knocking. And knocking. KC is upstairs in the tub, and now I'm praying that she doesn't scream out 'hey, ma, get the door.' She doesn't. She's hip to the act and she comes tip toeing down quietly.
Landlord is STILL there, banging. Then, he tries the door knob. Now what? It's not locked...If he sees me standing there, watching the door, he'll think I'm a freak...I am but I see no reason for the landlord to know this. A woman has to have some secrets, after all. If I lock the door, he'll hear the latch click. So,I did the only thing that I could do. When he tried to push his way in, I pushed back. I hope that he thinks that we just have a loose knob.( Yeah, I know, something is loose). Meanwhile, the dogs are barking theirs tails off, the blue jay is shrilling, and the cockatools are flapping around their cage like the house is on fire.
I wonder if he knows that I was home? I wonder how he would like it if I just came right into his house? ( He came busting right in on Hubby and I once when we were home alone. If that man would have come in 2 minutes earlier, he would've had a stroke, if you get my drift.)
I don't know how to handle this situation with the guy. Not only is it illegal to come busting in on someone, it's down right rude. If my kids were home alone and he did that, they would be scared half to death. We have already explained to him that it scares us when someone just comes busting in like that. I don't know what else to say. Any ideas?
I love our little house, but this is driving me crazy. When we fiest moved in, the landlord came right in to my kitchen, through the back yard, and we almost lost a couple of rabbits that were loose, because they left the door wide open.
Ok. So I have rambled and vented. Thanks for listening, and PLEASE offer up any advice. I'll be waiting.....
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
I have been missing my Dad a lot lately. He passed away 7 years ago, shortly after my 30th birthday. It wasn't a shock, my Dad had been living with a terminal illness for about 10 years. The 1st couple of years we could almost pretend that he wasn't sick. He still worked, volunteered at the church, was a member of the board-of-trade in our small town. He was tired, breathed heavier, struggled a little more with everyday things. Eventually, his energy waned altogether, and he was home bound. The day that he had to surrender his drivers licence was one of the hardest.
My Dad used to race stock cars. He was a body guard at rock concerts. He played hockey. After my Mum left us, he took over as mom and dad. I remember a mother/daughter tea party with my brownie troupe. We made paper plate hats with tissue paper flowers. My Dad not only came, he also proudly wore the hat.
We didn't always get along. I recently found a letter written during my rebellious teen years, to him, lamenting about the "shit" that I put up with from my Dad.
How he didn't kill me, I'll never know.
I can remember my Dad telling me solemly that 'someday, when you have kids, you will understand.' I do.
He not only loved his kids, he loved his grandkids. My 3 girls were the loves of his life. The day that KC was born, he cried openly, tears running down his cheeks as he held his 1st granchild. I had only seen him cry once before, at the funeral of his mother.
He would drop everything to be with his little girls. He doted on them as much as he could, as much as his terrible illness would allow.
I miss him so much. Even after 7 years, I still find myself reaching for the phone, to tell him a joke, or ask his advice. He was my best friend. Really, he was. I told him everything.
He never got to meet my new Hubby, and I know that he would loved him. He never got to see J take her 1st Communion. He never got to see KK or KC graduate from grade 8. In 3 weeks, KC will be getting her high school diploma, and I know that he would be so proud. I know that KC feels the loss of her Grampie just as much today as she did 7 years ago.
I hated watching my Dad waste away. In the end, eating lunch would tire him out so much that he nearly fell asleep during each meal. He could no longer speak to me on the phone, but instead would listen as I rattled on about my day. I am so happy that my Dad isn't suffering. Nobody deserved the ravaging disease that stole him away from us. I am happy that he can run, race his cars, breathe without an oxygen tube now. I know that he is doing all of these things in Heaven. I believe. I know that someday, I will see him again. I know this the same way that I know my name, or the day that each of my girls were born.
Until then, I guess that I will have to cherish my memories. Here's to you Daddy, until we meet again.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Everything was a-go until yesterday afternoon. I got my hydro bill in the mail but wasn't too worried. I figured that I owed about $80. Not quite.
It seems that some ASS-HAT down at the hydro company found a bill of Hubby's for a former address. I don't know if he owes the money or not. HE doesn't know if he owes the money or not. The reason being, the bill is from 14 years ago. Yup, you heard me, 14 effing years ago. So the ASS-HATS at hydro figure that we now owe....$1203.59. No, that's not a phone number, it's my hydro bill. It's ok though, they gave me 9 days to pay it.
Maybe it's just me, but I don't think that ANYONE should be able to collect 14 years after the fact. Please. How could we possibly prove or disprove anything after 14 years? I am so mad. We were so close to getting caught up and maybe having a bit of fun, too.
What am I going to do about it? I'm going to pay the damn thing. I learned my lesson the hard way that you can't fight city hall. Or the hydro company. Going away would have been nice, but electricity is fun, too.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
I took J to see her specialist yesterday. Why does he always make me feel like I'm a kid in the principals office? Don't get me wrong, Dr.D is a great doctor, he really is. He just makes me feel completely incompitent. J gained nearly 8 lbs, and even grew a little bit. Her blood sugar is still too high, but she is healthy - er. Her cheeks are looking rosy again and she's playing with the puppy non stop. She just needs to get her b.g. at an acceptable level. We have changed her insulin routine,and I'm hoping for the best.
The saga contiues with KC and the crack heads. She has another court date on the 29th of this month, and a meeting with the mediator on the 25th. This crap has been going on since before we moved in here. I don't understand the 'juctice' system at all. This kid was threatened and harrassed for months, and now the court system is doing it, too. It doesn't seem fair or just. I wonder what the outcome will be after the Victim Offender Reconciliation Program. I wonder if my daughter will ever feel safe again? I wonder if she will ever trust the court system again?
My former mom in law came by today. We are still super close, and she loves Hubby like a son. Our family may not be conventional, but it works for us. Anyway, she stopped by after school, and stayed for a couple of hours. It's always a good time when Gramma is here.
In other news, who else is pissed about Dog the Bounty Hunter being arrested? C'mon, 3 freaking years after he and his team take down Andrew Luster, a man now serving time (120+ years)for raping 3 women, NOW they want Dog and his team? Please. What the eff is going on here? Can we say conspiracy?
I have had it with blogger!!! I can't down load my photo of Dog. Just doesn't seem fair....
Monday, September 18, 2006
This is a picture I created in paint. Well maybe I should explain that I (KC) have taken over my Mom's blog for the moment and decided to post another piece of art? It's a picture of my mom on Sunday morning when she didn't brush her hair. But notice how she doesn't have the scowl this time? I'm impressed...do you have any idea how hard it is to use the Paint program? This one isn't on the fridge though. I don't trust the people in my house especially since the other one has gone missing? Yes people my art work has been stolen! So this one will not be printed, but I will sign autographs for the other one.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
On Monday, Hubby and I will be celebrating 5 years together. In some ways, it feels like so much longer. I can barely remember life before my guy. I think that we may just take the girls out for dinner. Unless J is in the hospital. Then it'll be cafeteria food all around.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
This is the family portrait that my daughter drew on her 1st day of school this year. Isn't it precious?
This really is the picture that KC drew on her 1st day of school this year. The funny thing is, she just started college. Imagine spending thousands of dollars on tuition and THIS is what she comes home with.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
If you ever catch on fire try to avoid looking in the mirror, because I bet that would really throw you into a panic.
Children need encouragement. If a kid gets an answer right, tell him it was a lucky guess. That way, he gets a good, lucky feeling.
It takes abig man to cry. It takes an even bigger man to laugh at that man.
I think in one of my past lives, I was a mighty king, because I like people to do what I say.
I saw on this nature show the male elk douses himself in urine to smell sweeter to the opposite sex. What a coincidence!
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Taphephobia - is the fear of being buried alive.
Clinophobia - is the fear of beds
Cat urine glows in the dark under a black light.
The longest recorded flight of a chicken is 13 seconds.....
Yup, that's all I got. It's Sunday, and everyone is home, even KK. Hubby and I are making lasagne today, the kids have been waiting months for this. Must go now, lots to do.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Those of you who have been reading my stuff since the beginning know that since our move, we have stove-less. We have been bbq-ing like mad, and I am sick to death of weenies, burgers, and bbq chicken. All of that changed today with the arrival of our new Kenmore stove. Brand spanking new, we had to cut it out of the box. It was a gift from Uncle Ned and his wife, Mary. This is my brothers, uncle, mind you. How awesome are Ned and Mary?
No one has ever done anything like this for us before, and I don't know what to say...Thank you just doesn't seem like enough. Maybe a nice casserole, or a cheesecake?
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
The truth is this. I need help. I have had many dogs in my 37 years. I have never had a dog as smart, or as bad as Ruby. She is in to everything. She has toys, whole toy box full, but she still wants the toilet paper, our shoes, our socks, my bra (can't believe I just wrote that..I am trying to be brutally honest), the toilet brush, you name it. As I am writing this, Ruby has somehow managed to wrap herself in two plastic bags. She's wearing them like mismatched rain coats and running through the house. The puppy training isn't going so well, either. I know all of the tricks, but I just can't get her to go outside. We can sit out with her for an hour, when we come in, she goes on the floor. ( It might just be me, but I swear, she smiles as she does it ) She bolts out of the house when the door is opened, and has almost been hit by a car. Twice.
SIGH. Help! I am appealing to my friends for advice. I'll take any.
I have to go. I can hear Ruby in the bathtub...........
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
I was hurt by this statement at first. See, I'm a bi-polar, depressed, anxiety ridden, OCD-ing mess. I am, and I am still coming to terms with it. Blogging has really helped me. I share my opinions, stories, triumphs and sadness with people from around the world. I have blog buddies in Michigan, the U.K.,New York,British Columbia, Texas, Ireland....all over, really. Blogging has opened the world up to me. I now have daily contact with people that I would otherwise never know.
I am writing again,too. Writing was my 1st love, my passion. I used to fill notebooks, diarys, and any scrap paper I could find with short stories, and musings. For a long time, there was none of that. I had forgotten how to express myself.
That has all been changing. While I still stuggle daily with my depression, I am beginning to feel good about myself. I look forward to reading everyone's lateast blog, and revel in the amazing photographs that my pals are posting. I'm laughing at their jokes, crying with their sadness, and sharing their joy.
After the shock began to fade at such a hurtful statement, I began to realise something. This person, the negative nay- sayer that put down my efforts ( and those of my friends ), is himself, unhappy. How else could someone that claims to love me say something so negative about something so positive?
I was too shocked to respond to the whole 'get a life' statement. Hubby, however, was not. His reply was simple.
" When was the last time anyone cared about YOUR opinion"?
I didn't need to say anything else. To all of my blog buddies out there ( and you know who you are ), thanks for caring.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Summer is coming to an end. It fills me with a kind of meloncholy... I love having my girls home with me. I always have. When all of the other parents were filled with dread, I was the one secretly jumping for joy. I love having my kids here. Late night movies, soap opera afternoons, and impromptu trips to the shopping mall are how we spend our summers.
It hasn't always been like this. When they were younger it was trips to the swimming pool, and lazy afternoons playing with Barbie and friends.
I'm going to miss my vine covered front porch, the glorious Morning Glory that has taken over in an inferno of colour. I'll miss my girls ( and the borrowed Boy ) jumping through the sprinkler on the front lawn, or throwing a protesting Porckchop and Ruby in the inflatable pool. ( Not wads of meat, the dog, Porky ).
This photo was taken just as the Morning Glory was overtaking the house. We now blues, purples, reds, and pristine white flowers all over the house.
The winters are so desolate. What is there to look forward to? Slush? Wet boots? The bleak, isolating darkness?
P.S. The naked guy? Keanu Reeves. He just makes me smile..
Friday, September 01, 2006
So, I'm posting some of my favourite videos in an attempt to cheer myself up. I don't expect anyone to watch them all, but maybe someone will find something in the pile that doesn't completely offend their sensibilities...Maybe. Enjoy