Running Commentary

Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda June 27 2004

Or, The Good The Bad and the Ugly of My Weekend:

The Good
The weather was a little warmer than expected so it was gorgeous in the afternoons.
The Bad
The mornings were chilly and the lake was far too cold to swim in (though B did anyway..brrrr).
The UGLY
The nights were SO cold, that C had to sleep with N too make sure he was warm enough.

The Good
We gathered a ton of drift would to build a retaining (ish) wall in the side yard.
The Bad
Some of it was very heavy.
The Ugly
C put his back out loading a log (read tree) into the back of the truck and I think he’s gonna miss some work this week. He’s hopped up on robaxesat (sp) as we speak.

The Good
The kids enjoyed sleeping in the trailer
The Bad
They were up very late both nights
The Ugly
They woke up at 6:30 and 7am both mornings.

The Good
The beach was beautiful.
The Bad
The beach was also littered with dead birds and we think a dog skeleton. (NO I didn’t take a picture you sickos!)
The Ugly
I sat on a fish carcass. SAT ON A FISH CARCASS.
(always a lady…I screamed SHIT! And ran around wiping my rear and asking C if there was anything stuck to it.)

The Good
My sister, Raging Lesbian took Boomer our 7 yr old retriever cross for the weekend so we would have one less life to worry about.
The Bad
Dori seemed a little stressed about camping, the rope she was tied to freaked her out. She shook a lot and didn’t eat much.
The Ugly
Dori had explosive diarrhea all over the bench seat of the dinette in the trailer. Also all over N’s pant leg (he was wearing them at the time). She is still recovering.

We had a mostly good weekend though. N kept taking off, but we knew that he was closely watched. Even threats of time outs in the trailer didn’t stop him.

The best fun was the beach…though we didn’t swim it was fun to watch the kids (and dog) have a run, without much danger, collecting stone and sticks. And oh yeah, checking out dead stuff. Lovely.

No running for me this weekend. I brought my shoes and an out fit. But I didn’t get out. Could’ve been the sheer exhaustion or could’ve been the earwiggy (PAY) showers. Either way, tonight I run.

I don’t care what anyone says, camping is NOT relaxing. I’m SO tired!

GONE FISHING June 25 2004

Well not really fishing but you get the idea I’m sure.
See ya Monday!

Yup, First Day of Summer Holiday

And I’m up at 6:45am.
How is that justice?
Was I some sort of evil tyrant in another life?
How else would I deserve to have a poodle scratching on the bedroom door of the child whom not only doesn’t normally go to school but he is the child that usually sleeps until 8am.
How is that fair?
AND today is the only day in weeks that C decided to “go in early” he had to go to the lumber store and to the “shop” before finishing some woman’s floor and washroom. I am sure it’s the first day of summer holiday for her too, so definitely she will be pleased to see him an hour early.
Well I better start packing…we’re going camping this evening.

OH and the icing on the cake? The high for tomorrow is 14! FOURTEEN! (Celsius of course).
UGH!

June 24 2004

You asked for it. 

My Backyard Battlefield June 23 2004

I am ashamed to admit it.
Really, we aren’t dirty people.
We take care of our stuff.
We clean the house (occasionally).

We have EARWIGS.
Lots of them.

We were out watering the newly planted trees (apple and pear) the other night when about 1.3 million earwigs came out the mulch.

ICK!

I shrieked and ran in the house. I am ok with a lot of bugs (ok well not A LOT of any one bug…but you know..I like a lady bug or two…maybe ONE butterfly at a time), but I am seriously un-ok with earwigs. They are too disgusting. They deserve to die.

So we tried various “GREEN” methods of ridding ourselves of them to no avail. Mostly it just pissed them off and forced them to move into the sand box and bike trailer. We caught about 876 in a bucket of water, but really that was just the tip of the iceberg.

The evening I saw one perched a top my icy cold glass of Canada Dry ginger ale (YES! It was diet!) I FREAKED OUT! I literally JUMPED on my hubby (unfortunately he was sleeping at the time and I think I may have given him a coronary). He started freaking out arms where flailing…I thought he was trying to throw things at it. So I joined in and lobbed the remote across the couch, narrowly missing my drink. Apparently I was wrong and the flailing he was doing was just him trying to dislodge himself from underneath me. So I unwrapped myself from around his head and neck. (he gasped) And hubby killed the bug…with MY slipper. MINE! The one on my foot right now. Somehow he doesn’t see how that was wrong. He just muttered something about me being a lunatic and reclined once again on the couch.

So last night, he brought out the big guns. BUG-B-GONE! (echo echo echo). Attached it to our hose and sprayed the living shit out of our backyard, window frames, gardens, then deck. Great! Kill em all! Then he got out of hand and started spraying the climber, the bikes (MINE AGAIN!), the bike trailer, the gate. At this point I think he as playing as he sprayed the edges of the sandbox (and hid bait under the ledge), the front flower gardens, the side gardens, the front step (earwigs have not been seen anywhere other than the back yard). It’s all or nothing with that guy.
Anyway this morning I go to let the dogs out and low and behold, not only is my back deck covered in a hue of white, it is also littered with dead bodies!
Dead earwigs EVERYWHERE. It’s truly disgusting although also satisfying in an icky sort of way.

Clearly I cannot take the little ones out in the back today, and as you can see from earlier posts the littlest one is NOT to be trusted in the front. I guess we will have to toddle to the park.
Blah…for there I will encounter Mother’s of the weird variety.
The last time I was there, some woman asked me the time (I was NOT wearing a watch)and then she proceeded to tell me about how she is allergic to watches and her bio-rhythms make them stop ticking (huh?) and how she works nights as a baker for Tim Hortons but homes schools her kids all day (her kids are UNDER school age..so doesn’t that just make it PARENTING!). And how the little one at my feet asking if she can eat my salad does that all the time and it’s really embarrassing, but if I could give her some she would fine. Also they lived across the street from the park? In the NEW homes…Their neighbour is a cop (might be a lesbian). They have a dog but no cats. They don’t like the colour of their house, but it has to be the same colour as their semi-detached neighbour (lesbian cop) so it will stay that colour for a while.

YEAH all that in oh about 5 or 6 minutes. UGH!