Wordless Wednesday- White's the new green?

Don't mistake this for snow, peeps.. it's all frost on those trees! Can we 'Spring' forward now??

all pictures taken by hubby with his iPhone.

Push over William, His Highness is in da house.

Yeah.. yeah, I know. Cute, right?

FYI: I have a West Highland Terrier that has the disgusting habit/issue of puking up stomach bile. They are known for a couple of things, those dogs. a) some can have bad skin problems, b) they barf like mine and c) they are the most pig headed arrogant dogs ever. 

Gee how did I get so lucky? ( this is hubby's dog but ya know.. hubby's a pipeliner and gone a good portion of the time. ) 

Ok so I sound like a bitch, I'm really not. (Unless you push me into it, then you better run because if warrented, I can be the biggest e.v.e.r. Scared yet? *wink* )
I want it known I don't mistreat animals, and if you know me at all, you know I'm all mouth about this little monster mutt. Seriously though, I wish hubby would be able to take the dog with him on the pipeline far far away. sigh.(I also take care of my daughter's dog, took care of my other daughter's cat till it died.What do I look like? A freaking animal shelter??! ) 

But I digress ( hmm I do that often don't I? ) 

Back to Bear's puking. I was lucky enough to run into a lady (where else but the pet store) who gave me the. best. advice. ever. for those of us who have pukey dogs. 

A tablespoon of natural yogurt every night before bedtime. 

A magic elixir, I kid you not. It cut his barfing down by 70%! ( If you knew how much I've cleaned up from the 4 yrs he's been with us. UGH) 

But true to form, his Highness doesn't just like any yogurt, no no no. We've wasted spent quite a bit of time and $$ finding the brand that Heself approves of.  To boot, don't dare mix it. In fact, take the spoon and barely disturb it,deposit it ever so slowly in his dish less it changes a single molecular strand of it's present consistency. Otherwise he'll refuse it flat out, the little frigger. 

Why? Why, I ask you, am I surrounded by high maintenance living beings of all shapes and sizes??! Of all in my life, there are 2 of us who are low maintenance. My eldest daughter, Bella and me. And I don't see her near enough. ( ha ha, don't get your knickers in a knot, youngest daughter. ) 

Bear? He'll be around for another 15 years. 

I guess I best think about investing in yogurt and liquid carpet cleaner stocks. 

For Today

For Today

Outside my window...

I see signs of spring. Albeit weak ones but it's fighting to come through. Fight the hard fight, Sister!

I am thinking...

Of my up and coming peace and quiet. And I SO did not just jinx it by saying this, right? 

I am thankful for...

This stage in my life. Truly? It gets better after teenagers 40, s l o w l y (in my case)

From the Kitchen...

The counters are clean , the sink is sparkling and I see a fine red wine in the corner with my name on it. :-)

I am wearing...

lighter clothes. Yayyy!  Buh bye flannels.

I am creating...

a plan of action strictly to appease me myself and I. 

I am going...

to the West Coast soon. I am going to shop for a piece of land to build my knotty pine house on. A dream is but a dream, unless you turn that into reality. And I'm hell bent for leather to make that one real. I might be sidetracked, however, by all manner of things... wine, fishing, the waters, people watching,food, fauna, flora... 

I am reading...

nothing. Well unless bathroom reading counts? In that case, the only thing I've read lately is the back of a toothpaste tube. Ha Ha ;-)

I am hoping...

to take my camera out this weekend and snap away like mad.

I am hearing...

my dog barfing. Probably on the frikken carpet, dumb shit. What is so frikken hard about choosing the stupid floor to puke up on?! It's not rocket science, Pal.

Around the house...

I am trying to choose the colours I will paint the rooms of my house. Year's up, I can get rid of this gawd awful b o r i n g colour. Wasn't even the right colour I chose when I had this house built, incompetent numbskulls.

One of my favorite things...

is fitting comfortably in my jeans again. T'was a long comfort eating type of winter. Paid the price. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. ( but ohh sooo good ) 

A few plans for the week...

Don't know, don't have, I'm on a 'plans' strike for now.

Here is a picture for thought I am sharing...

V for Victory. The sun actually came out! 

Wordless Wednesday- When winter does you in.

My midweek comfort eating cooking. (Warning: May cause hunger and a caloric overload)

Frank

Going through my pictures,I came across the one of Frank the other day.
Frank is/was the head of security at an upscale hotel in Maui. It's been a few years since I've been, I'm not sure if he's still there but he's somewhere in Maui. 

Frank is someone who you meet and never forget in a lifetime. His voice carries the softness of the Maui winds, the melodic sounds of island life. He tells a story that captures your attention, feeds your imagination. 

Frank also carries with him memories of his brother. The brother he lost in the 9/11 tragedy. He tells stories full of pride, of their brotherhood by blood and that of the job , the sadness of that day. 

He came to Maui to bury his brother's ashes at the request of his sister-in-law. This was a happy place for the couple and she wanted this paradise to be his final resting place,he deserved no less. Frank came along to help his family but he was to head back to his job afterwards. Frank never left, he chose to start a new life, staying close to his brother and finding peace in the process.   

Should you come across Frank, you'll know who he is. He looks at you with a twinkle in his eye, he's got a gentleman's charm down to a perfected science yet there's a calmness, an awareness of what matters in this life, about him. It draws you, holds you captive, making you a little bit envious. (Should I ever be that lucky to have paradise at my fingertips every day. )

But Frank has seen slices of life we're fortunate enough never to bear witness. Life as a cop on the street in Boston's underbelly, his losses, has made him who he is today. And well, let's call it: living in Maui isn't a hardship.

If you find yourself at the resort in Maui go find Frank, sit a spell with him and listen to his story. And like me, you'll walk away with the distinct impression you've crossed paths with one of the most extraordinary people you'll ever meet. 

I hope one day I'll be lucky enough to catch up with him again.

Mahalo Frank,wherever you are and keep sharing your stories. For those of us who are wise enough know we walk away richer for them. 

Musings of This, That and Other Things

                                        

Musings of This, That and Other Things

Let's review this, shall we. We're in Zumba class, yes. The music is loud, yes. Everyone's contorting their bodies in weird ways, yes. It's after supper, we're all a little tired, yes. I ask you this: WHY in GOD's name would you cut the damn cheese right beside me and figure no one would be none the wiser?? Did you see me gagging? I JUST about to lost my supper and it took all I had not to grab you by your short hairs and fire your stinkin' butt out the door. 

You. Are. DISGUSTING. 

I was making supper the other day, baby had  gotten up from a nap and was cranky as cranky got. 

"Quit your whining, Kris", I fired off. 

My daughter Kris, (baby's mother) looked at me. 

"Umm sorry about that. Force of habit? " I grinned. 

She didn't find it funny.. go figure. 

I jumped on the computer at home the other evening, one more little surf before bedtime. ( okay okay.. on fb one more time. There, you happy??) Hubby had left his browser up and guess what I saw? 

Flights and hotels to .... Maui! Did a wicked little chair boogie and made like I never saw it. Should of been an actress, I'm that good. Although he can't figure out why I'm in a good mood without the aid of food, shopping or alcohol. Let him wonder. ;-)  

I LOVE Angela's father on Bones. ( Billy Gibbons ZZ Top ) Awesome character, great dynamic between Hodgins, Angela and her dad. :-) Love Hodgins newest tat. ha ha  

I came across a response online to someone in the midst of a pity party. Found it worthy of sharing with you. 

" Breaking News: The Pity Train has just derailed at the intersection of Suck It Up & Move On and crashed into We All Have Problems before coming to a complete stop at Get The Hell Over It. Reporting LIVE from Quitchur Bitchin'. " 

I have to track this chick down and befriend her. She's my kinda people. 

I get to see Jeff Dunham next Thursday. Yeah, be envious. *wink*  

What about you, my bloggy pals, what are your musings of the day?

Wordless Wednesday- Mayberry

Welcome to Mayberry, folks.

March's 'I believe'

...iPhone 4 is for play. Blackberry is for business. I like play. 

...some extended family members were adopted. I secretly believe they are related to Bubbles.

...somedays I do the equivalent of banging my head against the wall.

...I need a caffeine I.V. For some oddball reason, my first cuppa coffee keeps evaporating.

...comeuppance is a word I really like, especially in action. :-)

...with some people, they are not looking for answers, they are looking for a place to lay blame. Sorry, wrong house Sunshine. 

...when spring has finally sprung, I'll set my lawn chair on top of my 50' snowbank and raise a glass to the death of Ol' Man Winter. You were a mean bastard this year, you miserable prick. 

...we're going to set up to go tent camping this year. Hubby best figure out a way to sweeten the pot if I have to rough it again. ( Like heaters and cots and in-tent room service) 

...if I could stay up past friggen 9:30 pm, I'd watch the 15 or so movies I have waiting for me on my computer. 

...I've read more books in the last 3 months I've had a Kobo than I have in 3 years. Like it says: Anywhere, Anytime. 

...I better start car shopping soon. A promise is a promise. I hand over my Jeep to my eldest when she passes her driver's test. Which should be in a couple of weeks. 

What do you believe my bloggy pals?

Wordless Wednesday- Me

Me... lately. ;-)

How many reasons do you need

...to break a rental lease?


The following is a true story. No names mentioned to protect my girls errr I mean the innocents.  

Consider yourself warned: if you have a weak stomach stop here. 

• Roommate does not comprehend the intricate workings of cleaning supplies
• Does not know what dish soap is for.
• believes sinks are permanent storage spaces for dirty dishes
• wears the innocent's Lululemon clothes WHILE on she's on her period. ( ok EW ) 
• went a whole month without a TOOTHBRUSH. ( I can't wrap my head around that one.)
• Near the end of the month, the innocent found her toothbrush on the side of the sink, w e t. GAG.  
• leaves USED condoms on the floor of her bedroom for a 3 year old innocent child to find. ( excuse me a minute, still trying to stop myself from shoving it up her nostril with a really sharp instrument.)
• Bought groceries ONCE in 3 months, all fattening foods ,good for no one else but to feed her insatiable appetite . 
• wore VERY expensive hair extensions NOT belonging to her, leaving them a knotted mess. Looked like a fool in them. Didn't tell her. oopsy.
• wore all clothes from the innocent, without permission , stretching them beyond recognizable shape as her shape is quite, um, unique in a BIG way. ( think a blubbery seal when it propels itself forward) 
• would sit on couch all day long watching soap operas while the innocent cleaned like mad then asked for food to be made.
• would leave strange body fluids? textures? ( how does one describe this? ) in the bottom of the tub. Innocent would have to disinfect it before young child was allowed to go NEAR it. 
• Bathroom sink/counter/mirror showing wild brushing techniques, although colour and texture again was suspicious. 
• Pubic hairs e v e r y w h e r e. ( gag ) 
• Would use innocent's private TOWELS after showers. 
• Would leave food on plates, meat on stove and old pizza boxes around till one had to assume a science experiment was underway.
• Never once picked up a garbage bag to deposit to the garbage bin. In fact would leave a large green bag open in the kitchen till full to brimming and start another beside it
• Maintains that men will spend ALL their money on females and pay for everything. ( Including sex?)  
• Belittling innocent on a continual basis, included mothering techniques, when she is childless herself.
• Belittling and pigeonholing blacks and others of different race. And her,claiming to be half native. Go figure. 
• Innocent would leave for a week on end. Think 'Hoarders' as to the condition of the appartment when I drove her back. 
• In the space of three months, no less than seven different males in this person's bed.Two more within a month's span thereafter. (that we know of) 
• Habitual liar. Self confessed. Pathological liar, plain for all to see. Would only need to recount the lie twice before she actually believed in it. Took situations/stories told to her by innocent, in turn telling all and sunder using herself in the story. 
• (Fair warning on this one you may want to stop reading because this is absolutely disgusting.) Hollering from the bathroom four hours after having sex because she found the condom that was previously thought to have been broken. Guess where it was located? Go on.. guess.  ;-)

I have never been so glad as the day I moved my girls out of that place. Unfortunately during the time period of a week it took me to do so, we were held witness to the ultimate in trailer trash, pettiness , insults ( I was told to use my hand to wipe myself when I went to the bathroom as the toilet paper was not mine.) nastiness and grade school behaviour. Most of this stellar display came from that person and her mother. 

But as the saying goes, Karma's a bitch. And I'm sure she's going to have a field day toying with these highly unpleasant bottom feeders. 

I wish I could see it but I have faith in the balancing of scales. 

:-) 

The innocents? They are safe,thriving and moving forward. 

A rock and a hard place

Googled image.

...torn between two places I want to be. Here with my kids, there with no winters. I need a miracle.

...torn between living here and them living over there. Missing my baby sis's pregnancy. She's the last of us to have babies. I miss her so.

...torn between frustration and exasperation. Can't do squat about it.

...torn between needing solitude and climbing the walls from too much of it.

...torn between wanting to work and to damn lazy tired to even try.

...torn between Gray Goose and Wine. Woe is me.

...torn between two lovers. ( ha ha, like I was going to let that one slide. NOT. )  In my dreams, that is. And I ain't naming names. Bahahaha

...torn between flippin' off the asshole on the highway or my daughter because she's driving like an old woman when we're already late for an appointment. Argh

...torn between keeping my hair this length or chopping the whole damn thing off. I got a feeling I'll be sorry if I do, but been wanting a change for a while now. sigh.

...torn between a Cinnabon Cinnamon Bun or Tiramisu. Allergic to sugar. Talk about bad choices. ;-)

... torn between accepting my age or fighting it tooth and nail. How the fuck did I reach this age in the blink of an eye??

...torn between missing my daughter and giving her the space she is needing.

...torn between comfort eating or carb inhalation. Damn.

As always, my bloggy pals, I turn this over to you. What's pulling at you from both sides these days?

Wordless Wednesday- A tall Fish tale

                                                

'Fishy' didn't make it

Think the 3 yr old bought it?  ;-)