duh na duh na duh na July 19 2006
It’s not safe to go into the water! Save your children! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!
Kill Me Now July 18 2006
Brendan is upstairs in his room listening to….LED ZEPPLIN (don’t ask me what album I was never a fan..i know I know..stone me I deserve it).
He’s pissed cause the cd for Pearl Jam’s Ten and Green Day’s Dookie are both still at the restaurant. We do have an unusual amount of Sinatra, which he is not interested in at all.
Oh! Now I hear Our Lady Peace. Their first album, which I bought at the bar I saw them in. Bugger better not scratch it.
Have you tried Skype? I tried it finally last night and it is FABULOUS. I was up until 2am talking to Feffie and my long lost brother, who was never actually lost just not very chatty for a few years. It was really fabulous. We had a little conference call going all three of us from our computers. It works much better than the MSN voice conference. We did get a little feedback happening because all three of us were on laptops with built in microphones and speakers. You can imagine it got a little messy.
I of course was in bed, CHris asleep beside me. At one point I went in search of my earbud headphones, hoping it would help decrease the feedback, cause once it starts it quickly escalates into a horrible vw beetle horn on a half dead battery sound that doesn’t stop until we all mute for a second.
ANYWAY, I found my headphones (not even close to where they should be cause CHRIS totally used them last) and ran back up to bed to join back in on the chat. The feedback had reached that beetle level. CHris lay perfectly still, eyes wide open with that deer in the head lights look. He was terrified. I think he had no idea what was happening, it was actually quite hilarious to me. And it totally made up for the fact that when he came in to tell me he was leaving that morning my upper lip was stuck to my front teeth, and so I sort of had the look of a feral dog.
Forget it. Going to the beach…taking the camera.
ick July 16 2006
Someone googled “ped0 babysitter” and found my blog.
They then spent 20 poking around checking stuff out. Probably photos of my kids.
I feel nauseous
It’s During Times Like These That We Show Our True Colours July 13 2006
Brendan & I went raspberry picking yesterday. It was hot hot hot (Finally!) outside and the berries were falling off their branches.
The place that I took him has ENORMOUS bushes and to get to the really ripe ones you had to plow right on the through the middle of some of these bushes. And plowed on through like it was nobody’s business (and I mean really, it WASN’T!) scratched to crap and bitten to pieces we filled one sand pail with raspberries (and by we I mean I because Brendan picked a total of about 15 berries.) After a while I took him off the trail to spot on a teeny tiny lake that has an old beaver dam and lodge (one of about 15 million around here). Brendan was immediately excited and we spent several minutes admiring their handy work before heading back to the trail to make our way home.
We found out bikes and started a slow ride back through the stretch (about 1/2 km) covered (literally) in raspberry bushes, near the end I found a spot that we had missed, there were many many berries that needed to be pick and much to Brendan’s chagrin I hopped of my bike and began to pick again. Brendan was rambling on and on about something (probably scientific) and i was a-pick-pick-pickin away, when I suddenly heard a rustling coming from the bushes directly between me and the road (several hundred meters). Then I could SEE the bushes rustling. And out pops some sort of rodent. HUGE & light grey (he totally charged at me) and hopped across the trail, hop hop hop, disappearing into the bush.
Naturally, I screamed like Jon 6 year old girl.
Waved my hands above my head.
And…
Hid behind Brendan.
That’s right. I put my eldest child between me and impending doom.
Nice.
“Gee Mom, thanks for making sure he ravaged me before ever getting to you. Nice mothering on you. HIDING BEHIND YOuR SON!”
but of course that came after his breath stopping laughter and the “I’m SO telling Dad, I can’t wait!” that immediatly followed it.
I tried and tried to convince him that I knew it was a (monster) mouse before I made it back to him and I was simply startled but the (huge) mouse and was getting as far away from it as possible.
Did
not
buy
it.
Boomer July 11 2006
When Brendan was about a year old we decided to get a dog. We decided to adopt one for the local humane society.
We went to the kennel we brought little brendan along.
We chose a dog…a beautiful australian shepard. We took him to the yard and played with him. We walked him. We let BRENDAN meet him.
We decided HE was the one. I named his Ozzie (obviously).
And so we made our way the front of the building too fill out the necessary paperwork and fork over a weeks wages for the adoption fee.
HAHAHAHA! If only it were that simple.
NOOOOO. You fill out an APPLICATION and then, when they’ve looked at everyone that is interested, they will let the family know that is best suited for this dog. And there were MANY families looking at this dog.
So some people on a farm got my Aussie, but we were welcomed to come and try again.
No, fuck you very much. I will not drag myself across the city trying to SAVE a dog from the gas chamber, let my child get his hopes up and then come home empty handed again!
So I did the next best thing. I looked in the classifieds.
And we found Boomer. She only cost us $20. She was 4 weeks old when we got her (we realized this on the way home….I was never that quick with the math). (And she only cost us $20 until 3 months later she electrocuted herself behind the couch and cost us HUNDREDS of dollars)
She’s part border collie and part irish setter (but don;t hold it against her), she’s a little stupid, but she does the BEST sit pretty you have ever seen. (ask feffie).
Anyway to make a long and irrelevant story even longer and less relevant, we love her.
And when Brendan was four he decided he wanted a dalmation instead, and we would always say “WHen Boomer is old and can’t hold her pee YOU can have a dalmation”
Boomer is 9
and can no longer hold her pee.
What is up with that?
She will be sound asleep and suddenly….WOOOSH it’s like her water broke. This has happened soooo much recently that my entire bedroom WREAKS!
I know i know…Vet! GO! NOW!
um..,…not in the cards this week.
CAuse I know…I KNOW what will happen…tests!….iv’s! x-rays! medicine! She must stay the night!
cha-ching!
“and the comes too…well just hand me the deed to your house”
“I’m sorry someone else came by and yanked that from my dying grasp this morning” < -- joke Brit...I am NOT homeless.....y'know...yet.
i need a good old fashioned HOME REMEDY!
(no...a bullet is a not reasonable....yet!)
blarg!
The good news is, Brendan has forgotten about the dalmation.
