Is it possible for only one of two dogs to have fleas?
We gave them both a flea bath last night and on Dori you could see them scramble to her head. On Boomer? Almost nothing.
FLEAS AGAIN!
They were gone. I know they were. Even our groomer said so. THEY WERE GONE!
We shoulda had flea colllars for the camping.
Now we are infested again.
boohoo.
Work today…actually work in half an hour.
DOH!
Gotta scram
So I am going WAY WAY up North to visit my sister in a couple of weeks.
Feffie needs me.
Her best friend’s (not me) Mother passed away VERY unexpectantly and feffie is taking it very hard. Feffie lived with her for the past year and they had gotten pretty close. So feffie is now looking for a new place to live. She is, essentially homeless.
So last night, she broke it to me gently. Well not really. She just broke it to me.
“Ed? Um…when you get here? We might have to spend a few nights with Mom & Dad. Is that going to be ok?”
You see our parents are going for a visit as well. They will get there a few days after I arrive (they’re driving), and remain a few after I leave.
WILL ITÂ BE ALrIGHT?
NO! Of course it won’t be. My mother cannot be equally nice to three children at the same time (we have a brother up there too…who was sort of long lost for a while). She will hate that feffie and I are laughing and joking and hanging out together.
AND? Feffie and I will be sleeping in the livingroom. On the pull out couch. My parents are up and smoking their brains out by 6am. Plus my mother has to hack up a lung for at least 20 minutes.
AND! My brother will be there frequently and he NEVER goes home before 2am.
I know there is nothing else we can do. I know this is not Feffie’s choice. I know it. And yet? It’s going to be hell. Seriously…my parents at their control issues have already made it known that they don’t think i should be going up there at all. So, they are totally going to be mean to me. THEY WILL! Shut up. They totally will
I’m totally going to have to take up drinking again. If I could carry liquid with me onto the plane I’d start before i left.
Oh wait…you’ll love this.
My flight home?
I leave Edmonton at 6am
I spend 1.5 hrs in Calgary
And then? I spent eternity 10 hours in Saskatoon.
Saskatoon.
For 10 hours.
Edmonton? Sure, I could’ve hung out with someone for the day I’m sure
Calgary? I believe there are a FEW bloggers in Calgary.
But SASKATOON? I don’t know ANYONE in Saskatoon.
And then? After that? I spent 6 hours in Toronto. But Torontos fine. I have friends & family in Toronto. That’s assuming of course that i survive saskatoon and do not throw myself at some random airplane that’s been cleared for take off.
Does anyone remember when Noah had the chickenpox? Cause I think he has them again. If I had actually brought IN my camera from the trailer I would take a picture and post it for you all to diagnos for me, but I am laxy and there is a bbq in my way. So for now you’ll have to take my word for it. He’s spotty and bumpy, though not very itchy. He has however been unusually whiney.
OH SO WHINEY.
What is with the whine? I mean I KNOW I whine. Believe me I know. I do not however incorporate fake crying into my whine (usually). Because that? Is sheer madness. And it makes me want to throw my baby out with the bath water…except he doesn’t fit down the hole.
So my parent’s have moved into my neighbourhood. Yupper they sure have. I can see their front step from mine.Yup yup yup.
Isn’t that great?
Let me explain how this came to be. You see many many years ago..lets say about 6. They moved back here from the WAY north of Canada. And they lived in a bungalow with a huge basement. Fabulous…well you know fabulous..but totally functional. Backyard backed on to bush even (not a stretch in this part of the world).
ANYWAY…4 years ago MOTHER decided that her arthritis had moved to her knees and marching up and down the basement stairs once or twice a week was no longer an acceptable option. The only rational solution was to give up the house and move. Into an apartment. A tiny one. She has never ever lived in an apt before.
And move they did. Shortly there after my father came out of retirement (again) and is away from home 4 weeks out of every 6 for work. fast forward 4 years later and my father is still working.
Mother HATES apartment living as it cannot keep up with her compulsive shopping and filled up rather quickly.
So they moved.
Back into a house.
Except this one?
is a 4 level backsplit…exactly like mine.
And now to do laundry? She has to go down 2 sets of stairs. Unless she is coming from the bedrooms…then it’s 3 flights.
Make sense?
Of course it doesn’t
Welcome to my mother.
That’s right.
I’m off.
Hurray.
Also? My boss is taking another 3 weeks off.
HELLO? Get a grip already.
NOthing much new to report. I think I have bloggers block or something.
Camping was great! A bear cub wandered through the campground at around 9am one morning. We missed seeing him by minutes I think.
We also saw a rabbit (eating mushrooms growing under our trailer)
many frogs.
a huge pile of snakes, there were possibly gathering for hibernation (blech).
loons loons loons.
mice
various chipmunks and squirrels.
The boys had fun, though Noah was the whiniest he’s ever been. Our site had the usual pathway to the lake, but at the end of our path we had a teeny sandy beach of our own. I sat there drinking tea and reading every morning.
LOVELY.
BUT DAMN COLD.
Also? Dori? Found some fleas.
And now we are once again flea infested. FABULOUS.
I’m off for three days. Maybe I’ll run or something. Who knows.
I’m sure at some point I will write and exhaustive post, summing up our 3 day camping trip, but for now…I give you…..
BULLETS!
Things Chris Forgot To Bring Even Though They Were On THE LIST That He Claims Never To Have Seen:
And yet we managed to have a pretty decent trip. Exhausting and filthy (though technically I DID bathe in the lake several times..soap and all.) And now I am home….and I have peeve to pet. My father in law has PISSED me off ONCE AGAIN.
And let me tell you. This time it’s appalling.
But alas I am far to stinky tired to light that fire tonight. I must now rummage through empty cupboards in a smelly kitchen (Chris also forgot to put out the GArBAGE…pew!) for a non-exsistant dinner. Wish me luck.
