Wookie's Belly! The OOPS Litter

Here is an advertisement for the puppies: We are selling the pups for 150 (plus 50 for vet check, vaccinations and worming) to good loving homes. This includes vet check and first shots. Both parents are excellent with children, other dogs, smart, and loyal. We expect 10-12 love bugs. They are called "Lab-ro-terds" as my husband dubbed them. The best mix in the world. This will be her first and only litter. The pups are 3/4 Lab, 1/8 Rotti, 1/8 German Shepherd. The father was a pure bred Chocolate Lab (good with kids, hunting dog, good with other dogs), and the mom (Wookie, the "Wonderdog") is 1/2 Labrador, 1/4 Rottweiler and 1/4 German Shepherd. Email me for more details, and pics of the father. This is the first pic that Gibbles could take of Wookie's belly. We watched the pups move inside her tummy. It was amazing!

Whisker Buds

Okay, so I haven't been keeping up with email or phone messages, not because I don't want to, it's just because I have nothing of interest to say. I am in pain, not from my back but from something else, and anything that comes out of my mouth sounds like a whiner. So until I feel better, I am just going to ramble on on here. Today I went to the chiropractor. White out conditions and I think black ice (along highway 4). I had the truck in four wheel drive, with both hands on the wheel, and although, I wasn't white knuckling it, I was a bit anxious. My problem is that I can never tell when there is icy conditions, so I just pretend in the winter, that icy roads exist all the time. The truck kept getting blown around, and some trucker decided that even though I was over the speed limit, he should tailgate me. Whoopee, that's my news for the day. I haven't put up my Christmas lights, although, I did get the kids to finally fling the gourds and Hallowe'en stuff into the composter. There was a call today from a neighbour alerting me to keep a close eye on the kids. Someone dressed in black is supposedly chasing children home from school, she had been told. "Were the police contacted?" "No." Okay, if there is some wacko running around dressed in black chasing children, why the heck wouldn't the person who initially experienced this phenomena call the fuzz? Really. Gosh. Wouldn't that be the first thing you did if your child came home and said someone in a black ninja costume was chasing them, and it wasn't Hallowe'en? The problem with this place is that it is apathetic, and instead of action, there are rumours. My words of the day are "whisker buds". . . at a certain stage of puppy development, they grow "whisker buds", I am just going insane over that word combination.

Dopey-San

Dopey San was my old nickname from "Welcome to The Machine", it fits today. Tibbles is recouperating well. The physiotherapist said she was regaining excellent motion of her arm. BRAVO Tibbles!!!!!! Prior to taking her, I went to my Chiropractor, who tried to adjust me, but it wasn't going well. I asked her if I should go into the ER and see what they say, and she said it might not be a bad idea. Which fit into the schedule well, as the ER was across the hallway from the physio. I couldn't sit, so, I stood with an ice pack on my bottom and waited for the Doctor to arrive. I only had to wait a few minutes, and he was very sympathetic. He told me I was to have bedrest for the next 3 days. "Only to get up to pee, otherwise, you will end up in this hospital on bedrest with armed guards outside the door". Then he proceded (no joke) to roll around on the floor and show me different excercises and various contortions for me to attempt when my back and knees were feeling better. I told him "please don't make me laugh, it hurts", he kept repeating bedrest. . . .I said, "I can't, I have a pregnant dog, kids and a husband" "Are you on a farm?" he asked, I shook my head no, I should have said, I live in a zoo. He looked at Tibbles, who had been walked over to me, and told her that she was to take over the household duties with her sister. As we walked out she said "don't worry Mommy, I will make dinner and take care of everything". What a lovey. So now, here I am, power typing juiced up on Lorazapam and Tylenol 3's . "A helluva drug" as Rick James said on the Chappelle show. Now, I am going to bed. Damn, it's a gorgeous day too, I wanted to get some yard work done.

Toilet Training for Kids (English Subtitled)

This is awesome. Gibbles found it.

Neg's Urban Sports: Keep Em' Out Balls Of Steel 2007 30/3/07

Gee, I wish I could get paid for doing this.

All you can do is laugh

"Mom, do you have to poo". . . this is the question I woke up with today. My daughter was thinking because of my gait, that I was constipated. I am leading myself with my pelvis and swinging my legs. Okay, I am not going to complain any more about my gimpy legs or my wonky back. The snow has fallen, albeit, not as much as I would have expected. There is probably only about ten centimetres this morning. Which in "Un-Cannie" terms (thank you Artquest) would be about four inches. Woopie ding ding. . . Not that I was really hoping for more, but it might put me into the premature Christmas Spirt, that we as North Americans are supposed to be revelling in. The commercials started early this year. Buy this and you will make your kids like you, buy that and your husband will let you give him wedgies for the next year, without any hesitation. If only it were true. I still have my pumpkins out from Hallowe'en, I know that this is bad, I look like a negligent homeowner. It's not my fault. . .really, the neighbours have been dropping them off, or giving them to the kids as they pass their house returning from school.

The Exorcist - Original Spiderwalk (Edit)

This is how I probably screwed my back up.

Rick Mercer on Mark Warner

Fraudulent Vegetables #2

Well after sneaking the fake legumes and gourds into the lunch, Gibbles, in order to avert embarrassment from her friends, hid them. She told me she ate her pizza though. See my post and pictures below. Hey to the CBC ip addy "intout.cbc.ca" that has meandered upon my blog a couple of times. . .sometimes I do check my stats. Either, I am in trouble for my addiction to Rick Mercer, or they are amazed and titillated at my fibrous content. LOL. . .only in my dreams.

Rick Mercer Report : Conservative Party Attack Ad

This is great!

Rick Mercer Report : The New Liberal Party

Sad, but true.

Steeleye Span - All Around My Hat (Crackerjack)

What happened to these guys?

Surviving Teeny Boppers

Dealing With Your Teenager or Preteen (will be added to as eruptions occur). 1) No matter how hard it is, do not laugh. 2) Only laugh if they laugh first, even then, you are walking in a minefield. 3) Do not, while they are in mid yell, hold up a mirror so they see what they look like. 4) No matter what, try and hug them. 5) When they say that their other sibling is "The Golden Child", remind them that was a movie with Eddie Murphy, and threaten to make them watch it. 6) Breath in through the nose, out through the mouth. 7) Do not dance in front of them. This will make them angry.

Fraudulent Vegetables

This morning was fraught with the same old tension, which I am not going to reiterate. The usual preteen vs new teen. I cannot say if anyone "won", we shall see if the stand off continues this evening. Gibbles is not eating her lunch as I have mentioned copiously. Today, was Pizza Day at school (she gets two pieces, which I think she eats), so I only sent her what she wanted in her lunch holder, but with a difference. . .I added fake vegetables. It is a joke. . .because I know that she has the opportunity to eat her pizza. I wouldn't have done it on another day. Maybe it will make lunches more fun, maybe she will anticipate Mommy giving her a surprise. We shall see what happens when she gets home. . .she was already angry at me for writing on a test "does she need more practice in her French skills?". That put her over the edge and she yelled at me for at least five minutes. I gave her a hug and then sent her off to school.

Can't get the cap off.

Well, today was a write off, but, c'est la vie. I am kind of in a nostalgic mood, swimming between what was and what is, and what could have been. It was tweaked by death (had a few lately). Death of someone, who, although I did not know intimately, she made an impression. She made me laugh, and although, the details of her untimely death are still shrouded in mystery, if what happened, is what I think transpired, then, she would have been the last person on earth who I would have thought would do it. That is because I only knew her briefly, a fragment of time, and we all put on masks and we all have blinders. A friend of mine wrote an interesting blog post today, it is on my own tiny blogroll. Under Loula Thinkings. . .I left a comment, which I occasionally do, but her post evoked a bit of anger in me. Anger, not at her, but because of how we as people beat ourselves up in retrospect over things that we do not have any control over. Well, with this lame post I am going to retire for the evening, I've been trying to get the cap off a bottle of Huipil Mezcal for a whole week (really I don't normally indulge, but I am curious as to what this stuff tastes like), wish me luck, I want to get the worm.

Motörhead - Eat The Rich

Good movie.

Mazzy Star -

I've had this song in my noggin'.

Kids

Mornings, especially on school days are not my forte. Until at least three coffees are slung back, family members know that they should not ask me any questions, or ask me where they put their homework, socks, mittens, etc. I used to be a happy person in the morning, now I am a shell of a woman. This morning, lunches were made, (which I know that the kids will not eat, so they are "token" lunches). There is a regression that happens with ALL mothers~~ "YOU WOULD EAT IT IF YOU WERE IN ETHIOPIA. . .THINK OF THE CHILDREN THERE". My kids just stare at me as if I have lost my last neuron. I have some fake legumes, I picked them up at a garage sale. . .I think I am going to sneak them in to their lunches tomorrow, it's Pizza Day, but just for kicks, I have these long fuzzy fake beans that I will squirrel away between their juice boxes. It does not take much to entertain me lately. Then the dreaded yell. . ."WHERE IS MY REMEMBRANCE DAY POSTER?!" "WHERE IS IT, I PUT IT ON THE TABLE AND NOW IT'S GONE". Kids fists were flying (I suppose it's good for Tibbles' arm), the air became tense, the dogs took shelter. I said "Is it in your room?" "NO! I BROUGHT IT DOWNSTAIRS, IT'S GONE". Memories of "WHERE IS MY RUBRIC" floated through my head. (A few years ago, Gibbles had misplaced her "rubric", I thought she was mispronouncing Rubik Cube, but it's a way the teachers mark things, and chaos ensued). Well, it turned out that her poster was on her bed, in a very conspicuous area. I did not receive a "Thank you Mom", not a "Wow, gee Mom, you are really great at finding lost homework, I love you so much" or "Gosh golly Mom, are you ever awesome", I just received a grunt and an eye roll. (See Bum and Clad. . .all that horrible stuff that I did to you as a teen bean is coming back to haunt me. I have a double whammy, two girls. At least I was buffered by my perfect brother, "Monsieur Streak-o-Lean". You can sit back in your armchairs and just laugh).

Blah

My dog is starting to look like a yam. That's all the news from here. I have absolutely nothing remotely interesting to say. It's blah out, rainy, cool, not cold. My husband said it reminded him of winter in British Columbia. There is a tree outside (on town property), that needs serious pruning or to be taken down, a large, century old maple. I emailed the township that my tenants were concerned, and for them to come out and take a look. The tree has been repeatedly struck by lightning, is cracked and a few large limbs are as dead as a door nail. I dug through some boxes of stuff that I am going to sell on EBay, (my Otto and Maria Jelinek skates will be up for sale soon~~~oooh blue suede), found my orthopedic insoles, cleaned up dog and cat vomit, ran around the back yard nude with just some pasties on and did more laundry. Ya, life is just so exciting.

TALKING TO AMERICANS - Pt 2

Another old one, but tis good,no?

TALKING TO AMERICANS

This is an old long one, but I get such a kick out of Rick Mercer.

(Don't Fear) The Reaper / More Cowbell! (Coventry Remix)

Off with her head!

Last night, after playing around with my camera (and taking some really lame videos), I fell asleep on the couch. Now, normally, this would be okay, except, I fell asleep on my stomach and somehow ended up with my head slug back against the nape of my neck, and my scalp fell asleep with pins and needles. After waking up with a start at 1:30, corralling all the dogs into their crates, and turning off lights, I crawled up the stairs and passed out in bed. This morning my head still feels like it is stuck to the nape of my neck. There has got to be a way of preventing stomach sleeping, because I have reverted to it in only the last few years. It's not good. I uploaded the one video to blogger, but it will never see the light of day.

space toilet

Who knew? I have always pondered this question.

Logdriver's Waltz

I just received this on Facebook, this brings back memories. . .I remember seeing this as a kid.

Muffin Man

Here are my almost perfect cornbread muffins. (Thanks Bob) :) Holy Aquarium Snails. . .we have hail and a freezing rain mix happening with snow in the forecast for Wednesday. Damn.

Feist - 1234

I love Feist. . . awesome Canadian artist!

Young Folks

This is the song, I danced to.

ouch

My teeth hurt from all the candy. It's not fair. Here's a joke I just received: Quickie Dick Cheney and President Bush were having breakfast at the White House. The attractive waitress asks Cheney what he would like, and he replies......"I'd like a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit...." "And what can I get for you, Mr. President?" George W..., looking up from his menu, replies with his trademark wink and a slight grin.... "How about a quickie this morning?" "Why, Mr. President!" The waitress exclaims, "How rude! You're starting to act like Mr. Clinton!! As the waitress storms away, Cheney leans over to Bush and whispers ....................."It's pronounced 'quiche'.