Todd. Emma. Meghan. Sarah. Rose. Dennis. Monica. Bailey. Eileen. Sasha. Cherry. North. Grethe. Peter. Simon. Nina. Derek. Stacy…there are more, but my point is there are many people and animals that I love, however there is only one person in particular that I write this blog for, and that would be my sister. She is the one that told me (bossy thing, she is) to start one, and she is the one I always have in mind as I write. This entire blog has been a long, drawn out letter to my sister. And she no longer seems to post her witty commentary anywhere. Hmmm, this seems a bit unfair. Sister dear, I’ve thrown down the gauntlet. Write!! You are so bloody good at it!!! Do you remember that poem that we both wrote? Not together, but we both had written the same poem, (how weird), unless one of us was a thief, even by accident. I’ve done my silly writings for years,….your turn. Get cracking!!
Carefull what you wish for…
November 24, 2009 at 9:41 PM (notes and thoughts)
Especially when you are married to a computer geek nerd hottie know-it-all genuis with a freshly paid off Visa.
We’ve been toying with the idea of getting Meg a decent computer, instead of the poor thing having to use my ancient ‘Satellite Pro 420CDT’, which I used years ago for writing (which is still on there, and no way of getting it transferred except by actually typing it all out again!!!! Bloody useless computers!) Anyhow, we’ve toyed with various options, and the best one so far seems to be……………
my new laptop! Meg inherits my older, still really nice one, and I’m sitting here, typing away on my smaller, much faster Compaq. Gotta say, there are bonuses to being married to those computer hottie guys. Liking this new, comfier ‘puter. The old one was just a bit too big to be comfy on my lap (isn’t that the point of a laptop?). This one is perfect. Big enough, small enough, just fits. Still gotta set up photo programs and email and etc…but this is pretty sweet.
My Baby….The RockinRolla…
November 24, 2009 at 7:23 PM (notes and thoughts)
I finally got off my arse and found a guitar teacher for my rock star. Emma has her first lesson this Friday. I think she is a bit excited, cause she was singing some funny song in the shower tonight, about learning the guitar and already knowing a bit of violin, and boom shaka shaka shaka. ( You have to put that last bit to butt wiggling rapping style of shower music.) My baby is gonna be a rock star. Or perhaps the next Liona Boyd. Who knows, at least she was happy about the idea. We made a deal, she takes guitar, and I’ll buy her a new, good violin, and work with her. Cause, believe it or not, that is what she really wants to learn. The violin. Apple, tree, distance, guess it’s true to an extant. Guitar is so much more practical! When you are a poor college student, it’s much easier to busk with a guitar than a violin! It’s much easier to sing along to a guitar! Chords are so much easier on a guitar. When you play a guitar badly, it doesn’t sound like you are torturing a cat. Dogs don’t usually howl along with your guitar playing. The list goes on.
Mind you, when you can play the violin well, it is damn pretty. It’s been a while since I’ve picked up any of mine, but at least I never make my dog howl. Mozart might turn over a bit, but the dog is quiet.
The Final Countdown…
November 19, 2009 at 9:14 PM (animals, notes and thoughts)
How many days until Xmas??? And so it begins.
The annual Aylmer parade is next Friday night. The girls are excited about that. Tonight they got their Christmas musical snowglobes out, and sat around making hats for the cats. Never mind the cats were not overly excited about that! It kept them occupied for a good while.
Emma's cat, Cherry
Does she look pleased?
If I pretend I'm sleeping, maybe they'll go away!
And yes, that is Ty. My catbear, the stray going on what?4 years?, who is not really an inside cat, except when it’s raining, or it’s cold, or the sun is out so it’s too bright, or too hot. Yeah, I may as well forget it. He is my cat. He lives here. Both Ty and Simon sleep on the couch, where my/Bailey’s fleecey blanket is still providing comfort on cold days, and snuggleness on sleepy days. The two boys love it, so I don’t have the heart to move it.
When you’ve been run over by a truck…
November 6, 2009 at 10:51 PM (1)
Or just feel like you have, the best thing to do is go with it. The truck, that is. My truck led me to my couch, where we proceeded to nap for a few hours under my horse’s new cooler. It’s clean, and actually a second hand fleece blanket that I picked up with the idea of using it as a cooler for Bailey. It was just the closest, firstest, warmest thing I could snuggle under. The added bonus is that the cats loooooove fleecey blankets, so I get some kitty cuddling, which has been scientifically proven to boost your immune system. So have hot toddies, or warm cinnamon wine. Ever tried that? I was talking about Glugg today (mulled wine), and by the time I got home, it was sounded pretty damn good. Although I seemed to have skipped the warm and the cinnamon, and went straight for the wine! But Glugg still sounds so good, and I wish someone here would make me some. Unfortunately, I don’t see that happening. Oh well.
A hot toddie is not my husband, but basically any hot drink, tea, apple cider, whatever, with a shot of brandy, rum or whatever hard liquor you have lying around. What, you don’t leave it lying around? Anyways…..back to poor me. I’m sick. I don’t think it is the SARS/West Nile/Avian/Feline/Equine/whatever flavour of flu/illness/epidemic/pandemic/let’s all freak out and go crazy/call in the army/oh my flying spaghetti monster!!! With the stuffy nose, the achy joints, the slight headache, and tiredness, my guess would by some kind of coldy virus. You know, the kind of virus that we have not been able to find a cure for. AKA the common cold. The way my ears feel, I’m pretty sure that’s it. I’m just begging you, FSM, please leave my ears out of it this time. I hate being deaf. I hate the achy, pain-like-a-knife-somebody-shoot-me that my ears become when I get a cold. Cause really, what’s to love about that?
yjr rmf
oops, meant to type:
the end
Psych.
Wasn’t really the end of this garbledegook post of mine. I had a great day with Bailey. He reaffirmed my affection for him, and the fact that he is the most awesome horse in the universe. We didn’t do much, but he needed his feet picked out and the mud brushed away, and he was good. I’ve been having problems with picking his back feet in particular, mostly my fault, cause I’m a bit leary of a horse’s back end sometimes. And he has kicked before when I’ve tried to pick out his back feet. Not meanly, just a ‘you’re bugging me’ kinda thing. As I get older, I get less brave. Today I was young, he lifted his feet, I picked them out, it was all good.
Merry Halloween and to all a Goodnight…
November 3, 2009 at 6:44 PM (notes and thoughts)
Okay, so that’s a bit garbled. But honestly, on Halloween day the Christmas decorations were being rolled out. Do we ever get a chance to shop without some holiday or festivity looming in the background, encouraging us to spend, spend, spend! I spend just fine without any added encouragement.
Speaking of Halloween, we had a remarkably low number of kids coming by, and the gangs of zombies, witches and weirdoes that are usually out on the streets that night were quite noticeably missing many members. And not just arms and legs, whole bodies. Sorry, my bad. On the news, parents were being encouraged to send their kids out with masks and gloves, and to wash – yes, wash – the packages of candies before their kids were allowed to open them. Is there something really sinister out there that the government knows that we don’t? Cause all this swine flu shit seems like a mighty big over reaction. And the flu shots, the centers for flu shots, the news updates on the centers every frackin’ half hour, has really made me say WTF?? Anyway, back to ghosts and such, where was everyone? Is the swine flu really causing that much panic?
The Sorcerer and the Cheetah
Who knew Cheetahs like Candy Apples?
Bailey's Costume...pretty good eh? Looks like a horse!
