Gone Crazy. Be Back Soon.

Gone till August 1st BUT....

I'LL BE BACK! 

A Blogger Question for my Bloggy Buddies.

I have a blogger question if you'll be so kind as to give me a minute of your time, my fine bloggy buddies.
When you receive a comment on your post, do you answer back via email or do you answer back in the 'comment' section of said post?
Why? As in why do you choose to answer back in the method you do? 
I answer back from comments on the same page unless you email me privately for something.
I get responses from my comments on other blogs mostly in email.
So I'm to take it most of you don't know I respond back?
If you don't hear from me on your blog,do you venture back in my way?

Just curious as to how you manage your communications.

Thank you and we now return you to your regularly scheduled internet time.

Warning: Proceed with caution. Food ahead.

                                 Ok so I'm shamelessly trying to make you salivate.

Home made ricotta gnocchi.

Look at the legs on this child!

Italian pizza made from scratch.

My daughter's empanadas. YUM

Can you find the cheese?

My friend made this, I drooled

Partial to reds :-)

                                                         Did it work?

Wordless Wednesday

Feel free to drool :-)

I believe

...the older I get, the less I keep. Like cleaning house in the spring, haul it all out, if you haven't used it in six months chuck it, give it to Goodwill or leave it on the curb. There are people who cruise the neighbourhoods and 'shop'.It's a win win, ya?


...I'm going to set a booby trap for the meter reader. What part of not walking on new sod didn't she get through that little head of hers? Didn't she feel the ground sink as she walked across my new grass? ARG


...the lady that lives across from me is a gossip talker and I'm steering clear. No thanks.


...once I cut my new lawn, those fugly little mushrooms won't be back. Better not. What gives?


...I just might start building that deck myself. The wood's sitting there and I want to enjoy my outdoor fireplace before summer's over. Now... do you screw this things in or use a hammer? 


...I'm going to leave the blinds closed till that big ugly black fly's dead, screw the sunshine.


...one of my greatest creature comforts is my TBR pile. 


...in packing at the last minute. Bah.. what's the panic?



...in the solitude of the library but does it have to be so cold in there all the time?


...we've traded weather patterns with the West coast.  Which would be fantastic if I was a duck. Ugh.



...spring was a write off, summer's looking that way. Autumn best NOT be. 


...in the restorative power of a haircut, new hair product and 3 hours talking with a kickass human being. 

What do you believe?

July's Picture Blog

This reminded me of a jester's outfit for the court.

An industrious spider the night before.

Ah, the twins having lunch.

Said the big pedal to the little one...

I like the way it looks like it 'exploded'.

Why hasn't this one grown? And I'm guessing that's sap at the end of it.

Cute as a button, ya?

These little critters are procreating all over my lawn. What gives? ARGH.

July's Musings of This, That and Other Things

Pet peeve of mine and I've seen many examples of this lately. It bugs me when I see someone get all snotty over other people's typos. Can't one just accept the spirit of what was written without getting all diva over simple mistakes? I've seen typos by the very same that complain about it. Two tiered judicial system never goes over well, in any circumstance.

Big Brother.While I try to avoid drama at all cost, it's fun to be a 'voyeur' from the comfort of my couch. Some special characters in there this year, it promises to become a bitch fest real fast.

Till my backyard is sodded and fenced, I've had to walk those monsters mutts three times a day since I've moved into my house. People, I'm not a dog walker, I can't stand it. The worst is getting up first thing sans coffee to walk the neighbourhood so those little yappers can do their b'ness. I. need. coffee. But I came up with the perfect solution because I'm desperate brilliant that way. Just before Hubby heads off to work, he brings me up a steaming hot glorious cup of wakemeup and I get that magic elixir running through my veins before I'm fully awake. (The dogs don't bug me as long as I don't go downstairs.) I'm much more inclined to give them a decent stroll afterwards and I'm a whole lotta less cranky. AND coffee tastes better being served made by someone else, ya?  

Note to the general public: Cryptic messages are so last year, mmkay? They are more of an eye roll rather than serving to pique the reader's interest. Fastest way to make me move on. FYI.  

The sound of howling coyotes runs along your arms and lifts the small hairs on the back of your neck, yet at the same time, it's oddly melodic. The only thing more haunting is the call of the wolves after a kill.

The last thing I expected to hear in the coffee shop is a guy talking to another about how his penis feels. OMG I didn't need to know. And if you were paying attention, you would of heard the 'please don't talk about this now' gruff 'hmmmm' from the other guy. You also missed the 'I wish the floor would swallow me up' look from him. But you didn't miss my laugh did you? Nope, judging by the look aimed my way. Sorry, couldn't help it, the whole scene was comical. And I now know more about your penis than I know about my own husband's. 
TMI, Buddy.T.M.I.  

What's with penises and me these days? I was driving in a 70 km zone ( 43 mph to my American friends) passing a guy standing approx 20 ft from the road. Ask me what he was doing? Yeah, you got it. His business was whipped out for all to see, a steady stream jetting out. Facing me. Do everyone a favor,get back in your car and drive back to the pig farm from which you escaped. 

Poor girl. She came running at me the other day at the grocery store. 

"Excuse me, please help me?!" she rushed towards me with a look of panic. 

Seems she had dropped her cigarette in the space of the steer column,( not sure if there's supposed to be a space? Older car ) and she was smelling smoke of the not cigarette variety. There were wires wrapped in electrical tape and I see the smoke, smelled melting rubber/plastic.  Uhoh, not good.

I looked down and reached for her bottled water. Pouring a little bit in the column I heard the sizzle of her smoke going out. 

"Wow, you didn't even panic" she said in awe. 

Laughing I looked at her, " I raised two girls, I have a grandbaby and I have been with my guy for close to 30 years. It takes much more than this to set me off." 

Stunned all she could say was, " You're a grandmother?!?" 

I smiled, giving her a hug goodbye. 

LOL I love love when I hear that. Thanks for making my day, sweetheart. Crisis averted and I have a birthday cake to go buy. 




What are your musings today?

Wordless Wednesday

                                                                  Colour-a beautiful thing.

She made her entrance 20 yrs ago

My daughter turns 20 today. I'm happy for her on one hand yet I look for my baby on the other. I wrote this poem this morning.
How does a child turn 20 before you know it? And why didn't anyone warn me this day would come?
Sheesh.



She made her entrance
twenty years ago.
I thought time was mine
how wrong I was to think it so.

Gone the day of story and rhyme
But dreams come on restless nights
And in them I tuck her in, that baby of mine.

She is beautiful this woman I see today
walking her path, a mother of her own
But I miss that child I had of yesterday.

Today we celebrate 20 years gone by
a glass of wine to toast the passage of time
If I get quiet and let slip a sigh
it's my heart letting go of the baby I had
twenty years ago to this very day.

And the 'Canatrash' award goes to.

Welcome to the second edition of the Canatrash Awards. The first one you can find here.

Definition of 'Canatrash'. Canada's peoples who are ignorant, lazy, mean and/or lacking any form of grace, style, class or intelligence. Please step up and accept your award.

The award goes to:

The Canadian who uses his backyard as a trash storage site for his garbage he's to lazy to bring to the dump stuff. Geezus, find some pride in ownership will ya. Here's your award.

The guy who installed that spiffy loud muffler on his truck he needs a step ladder to climb into. You're 5'3 and a prayer. Ya look like an idiot and you're obviously compensating for lack thereof. Here's your award.

The stranger who read over my shoulder. Be it the crackberry or the newspaper. I can feel you and it's creepy. Find some basic etiquette. Here's your award.

The person who didn't have the common courtesy to let the elderly lady in line first. Ya, your 30 something legs will give out before hers,I'm sure. Take your award and sit on it.

The parents of the two teenage hoes girls who allow them to sit outside all night with  wannabe 18 year old wankers men who in turn do incredibly stupid things. Like drink all night, smash beer bottles on the road and easily give away their level of intelligence.  Here's your award. Take it quick before I"ll knock some sense into those two bitches daughters of yours. 

The Animal Control idiot who whined she couldn't get the Labrador dog away from the medium on the highway so she just left. It's called backup or tranquilizer gun, you moron. HOW  did you get hired on??  Here's your award. I hope that dog remembers you if you come across it again.

Know of a few who deserve a Canatrash? Feel free to hand out your own or add a few here.  :-)

July's It's Okay!

...to have allergies. I'm allergic to bullshit. I know, right? There's no meds strong enough.


...if my hubby calls the dryer his 5th drawer. At least he knows where to find it, sheesh what's the problem?

...to want keep your candles but when it's reached the point where you have to dust them then the idea of it is moot.

... to get a lump in my throat after talking to my parents. They live 2 thousand miles away and I miss them at times. 

...to ask for help, really, it is. But I don't. Past experience has shown me 90% demand a pound of flesh for it afterward. The price is too steep for me.


...to double dip when hubby's not looking. Bahahaha

...to be all 'Pollyanna'ish' but honey, tone it down somewhat k? You're trying too hard and it's hurting my teeth. 

...to have pear shaped cops, I guess. I always associate cops and firefighters with 'manly men' bodies. I know, I know.. colour me bad.

...or that's what I keep telling myself. Changes are coming and adjustments will have to be made. That's life, right?


...to not hear from your daughter much but can't she even text just to say, 'Hi, all's well. Love you. Bye'. Children, eh. Sigh. 

...to go around in circles, but Jamie, find a direction and go with it already. Shitpissfrig.

What are you Okay with?

Sunday's Picture Blog

Apologies to the farmer who probably doesn't know I trespassed on his land to take a picture of his pretty red barn.

A cowboy's life is a lonely one at times.

I've never see wood stacked this way.

We're in to July. Time to put those away? Then again maybe it's just easier to keep them up. Only six more months to go!

Nestled in a hidey hole of a huge weeping willow tree.

Peaceful place, under that tree or on the dock.

This picture makes my stomach lurch. Reminds me of a carnival ride.

Ahh, I remember hanging out my clothes to dry. (  no choice, no dryer at the time ) For some reason it's not done so much anymore. Nothing better than clothes fresh off the line, in my humble opinion.

July's Open Letters

Dear Pasty faced Copper,
Our backyards face each other. You smack your dog one more time and I'll gather my dog's poo and deposit it a bag in your mailbox. Jerk.
Signed,
Disgusted.

Dear Trades people,
I realize it's hot work framing, bulldozing and hammering, I do. But could you please take those beer bottles and do something other than leaving them on the mailbox or tucked away in not so hidden places?
Signed,
Time and Place for a cold one.

Dear Trades people, ( again )
Give it a rest on Sundays will ya? Sheesh
Signed,
Sleeping in would be nice.

Dear Dog,
I would appreciate if you practiced some restraint in regards to your bodily functions when sitting on my lap. Cutting the cheese is no problem for you, I see. But it deeply affects my nasal passages. In fact it burns them beyond functionality.Thank you for your consideration in the future.
Signed,
Your Human Owner

Dear Drag Queen,
Bite me , Bitch.
Signed,
Not even in the same ball park. Arg!

Dear Carbs
Piss off, mmmkay? We don't have to like each other so much, do we?
Signed,
Carbaholic Craver

Dear Jimmy Buffet

Your Margaritaville song gives me wanderlust. I want a beach, sun, sand and a place where time crawls. I want my biggest dilemma to be what bathing suit to cover up wear today.  And strangely I'm craving salt.
Signed,
Northern Canadian Chick, eh.