Drip, drip, drop little September showers...

Here comes the rain again... yeah! Who knew we would be saying things like that? Anyways, the rains have come again (i sound like a tribal leader on one of those old movies) and the land is just soaking it up. I think it might be a birthday present for my friend and former boss Jeff Tigchelaar who is celebrating his birthday today - on this day last year, he was gingerly pulling 46 balloons out of his tractor seat where they had been stored the night before!! heehee! And it is also my Mom's birthday. I am going there shortly to congratulate her and give her a big hug. I love her so much!
I also would like to mention my Grandmother. She is currently visiting from B.C. and is 84. She started experiencing T.I.A.s or mini-strokes this weekend and has been hospitalized and has gone through tests and examinations to figure out the cause of these occurences. No answers have been found yet, hopefully soon, but if you could keep her in your prayers, that would be appreciated. We hope she'll come home soon but only time and the doctors will tell. So that's why this is a very thoroughly uncreative post... no ability to think witily at all.
So i'll include a little joke i was told yesterday... (i can't call it lame cause people might object!
How do you get a giraffe into a fridge?
Open the door and push him in.
How do you get an elephant into the fridge?
Open the door, take the giraffe out and push him in.
The king of the jungle, the lion, called a meeting of all the jungle beasts. One creature was missing... Who was it?
The elephant, he was still in the fridge.
How do you tell there's been an elephant in the fridge?
There's footprints all over the butter...
I probably wrote it wrong and please correct me if i have... i had to include it cause it was so silly! Enjoy!

4:43 Ramblings...

Hmmm... finally done the housework and buzzing around frantically trying to get the housework done in as little time as possible to economize on time and to get the more tedious jobs done asap. I managed to get the windows outside washed - kinda a fun job... but i am a chicken with heights and doing work so it is a bonus that we are in the basement - no ladders for me! It's kinda lonely outside though - Carina had noticed a little kitten hanging out under our neighbour's old car which has no life in it anymore, and she was worried about it making it through the winter. Always the animal lover and concerned for their wellbeing (not that i am not, but however, i just don't seem to notice these things - it's kinda like that "thinking" thing that Mom does - she actually has the problem where she wakes up at unearthly hours of the morning unable to return back to the blissful land of unconsciousness due to the vast amount of thoughts that traipse around her head and cause such mayhem that there is no rest any more for her... hmmm... i think my poor alarm clock would certainly love it if i could think a little bit more and hit him a little bit less - you'd actually think (heehee) that the alarm clock would begin a programme of subtle hinting and subliminal messages to me - trying to invade my mind as i slept and fill it with all sorts of complicated thoughts - but alas for him, he has not yet perfected the art of penetrating my mind's keen defences - even my teachers didn't manage to get too far in that department!)

Anyways, back to our story!!!!

Carina began feeding the little feline, and believe me, he/she (we weren't really sure what gender the kitten was, never did really good at that science thing) was super skinny. You could see his little hip bones and ribs... he probably subsisted on catching grasshoppers and flies and little critters of that sort - cause when he spied our birds outside, he was meowing away and knew exactly what was on his menu - wings! Anyways, after about a week or two of bribery, and trying each day to inch closer to him - we finally succeeded early this week to get "Hobo" to come and sit next to us, even to let us pet him/her a little bit! A little victory. With a bit more patience and kitten kibble, we were able to pick Hobo up and he/she became quite affectionate. Now the question was what to do with him/her? Sydney was having no part of a young whippersnapper horning in on his domain and growled loudly to let us know that. So our place was out. The SPCA. Well, a good option but a sad one... who knows if he would be chosen out of the myriad of little kittens there, he is cute with beautiful black and white markings and is very affectionate, but there's lots of cute ones there - everytime i go there just to look, my heart ends up leaving pieces behind with these sad faced little critters.

So option three, did we know anyone who would find a place in their heart for Hobo? Sure enough, the first people we talked to were willing to open up their barn to our little friend and bonus, they even already have two little friends for him/her. So one final lure of food, and Hobo was safely ensconced in a cat carrier, albeit meowing pitifully, and was transported to the new abode about ten minutes away. So all's well that ends well...

Hmmm. enough rambling for now, i suppose i should probably go and start some supper... what shall we have? I am at odds about that. Possibly the easy option of chicken on a bun... sounds good to me, with some salad. I guess i'm just not energetic enough to make some fantastic culinary dish. I also thought about bami but wasn't sure what meat to put with it... and then pizza, but that's not healthy, and then nothing at all, and that wasn't an option either according to my stomach. So it remains to be seen what sort of creative juices will flow or has the stash completely dried up?? Stay tuned for further details...

Port Burwell Days

What a fly chick!

Scribbling in the sand

Aaah.. the waves on the shore and Prince Charming in sail boat!

Sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the days!

Our wonderful colourful fire!

Last weekend, my friends led me on a merry chase as they planned an amazing weekend away! I love them all so much. Months ago already i was told to leave this weekend along, i wasn't allowed to book any shifts and i knew something was up. It turned out to be camping at Port Burwell and it was so fun! There was a lot of a certain element - rain, but it wasn't enough to dampen our spirits and we carried on until Sunday morning at 9 when we decided that was enough and packed up in the rain! But there were wonderful memories made and i thought i would post a few pics now and try to emend this later and make it that much more of a story.

And the answer is....

Drum roll please... tatatatatatata.....
The answer is not a place to buy subs and not an African rice dish
but meaning "perplexing or puzzling 'how extremely quisquous!' you declare as you pore over the chessboard"
Hmm, the interest that was generated by this word has been encouraging to me as a blogger and so i'll post another poser for you all to ponder...
What is a "ha-ha"?
I'll wait with bated breath for any worthwhile suggestions...
Happy solving!

And the word of the day is...

quisquous

Yep... and you have to guess what it is...

I'll post the answer in a few days!

An Unbeelievable Epic Fairy Tale

Once upon a time, in a far-away land, in the Kingdom of Glove, there was a story. An epic story to be sure. A tale of far-off places, daring sword fights, magic spells and a prince in disguise... wait a minute, that's the story of Beauty and the Beast... Okay, start again... A tale of battle, of bravery and of bees. Bees?? What's that you say? Yep, bees. Beelieve it or not! Okay, tell me all about it.
The brave knight who lived in the Kingdom of Glove lived in a wonderful castle... it had an Upstairs and a Downstairs, and in the Downstairs level, there lived two fair maidens. Their names were Drusilla and Anastasia... wait, wait, wait... nope that's Cinderella! Okay, their names were Darina and Canielle.

These maidens toiled each day at their respective jobs, having yet to be swept off their dainty feet by Prince Charming One and Two, who apparently were off slaying dragons in outer Mongolia and had no time for such romantic pursuits as seeking their One True Love. Be that as it may, these maidens went to college, got their education and now were a vital part of the local workforce, seeking to mingle with the commoners and do what they could to further the educational and health status of their community.

(we pause now for a commercial break. We bring you a word from our sponsors. Use Dove Soup, oops, Soap, it leaves your skin feeling feathery soft. And now back to our gripping story! - all voiced in a very enthusiastic commentatorish voice)

Now one day, the fair maidens noticed that the local population of the apian variety seemed to be especially present right outside their portal. They noticed it so much that in fact they were scared for their lives as the monster bees seemed to be aggressive and delighted in chasing them hither and yon, forcing them to assume very unladylike postures as they dove into their chariots and conveyed themselves away to their places of employment. They discussed the dilemma over a cold coffee that evening and decided that they would seek the protection of the brave knight who dwelt in the Upstairs. Darina and Canielle pleaded with the brave knight to rescue them from this winged terror. He naturally did what any noble knight who has taken the handy dandy training course would do... as per Chapter 78, page 459, he carefully removed from his toolkit the weapon of choice to deal with these beests! He would make his hero, Red Green, proud. A strip of duct tape soon covered the dwelling holes of the waspish little creatures. Hah! The enemy was conquered!

But alas and alack, when Canielle and Darina emerged from their dwelling early the next morn, they were again confronted by swarms of slightly enraged little critters who had spent the knight hours gnawing away at the tape and had now full access to their homes again. The maidens again were forced to race to their chariots, robes flying and luscious locks trailing behind them as they went. "Oh brave knight, please defend us!" they pleaded. The knight, seeing that his initial plan had a few flaws, decided to head for his chemical weapon arsenal. He planned his Raid carefully! He donned his gas mask and sang in a droning but cheerful tone as he sprayed his winged foes. "The danger was now over, to be sure!" he assured his Downstairs dwellers.

But once more, as the sun rose over the hills and dales, unbeelievably, there came a loud humming and buzzing noise! The apian mob had once again taken to the skies, perhaps now chemically and genetically modified, but ready for war. Their ranks were drone up, their queen was at the ready and the nest was yet to come! So one more time, the giant's head began to nod, the giant's eyes began to close and the giant began to... Wait, wait, you are the worst story teller in the history of story telling... the situation amongst story tellers is getting very Grimm, i tell you! That's from Jack in the Beanstalk... or is it and the Beanstalk... i seem to recall it being read as "in" when i was younger, but my memory is no longer what it used to be... Anyways, i digress... back to our hero.

Sir Knight, the Beerave One, decided that all the stops would be pulled out and the buttons be pushed in and there would be "blood tonight!" (that's for all loyal PB fans out there!) He had his squire clad him in his best armour, readied his flint and steeled himself for action. (imaging epic movie score music of the John Williams variety playing in the background, causing the audience's inner psyche to be ready for the conflict!) "Brave maidens, open that door and wasp my back for me!" The maidens, quaking with fear, did as they were told and watched as the battle was joined! The brave knight lit his weapon of choice, a "Burn-a-Bee" propane torch and showed everyone that he was all he was cracked up to bee! He feinted and dodged, he spun and twirled, he was a blazing spark in the darkness of the swarm of wasps. The maidens feared for his very life, but at last, in a fiery conflagration, the brave knight succeeded in his quest to conquer the wasps. Emerging with smoke smudges on his noble face, he rocked a little on his feet as he murmured his battle cry, "I am now Lord of the Bees!" (no literary licence was taken with that utterance... our knight lost his licence somewhere on the battlefields of the south and so cannot be held responsible for any offense caused by assuming that title!)

So the lovely maidens of the Kingdom of Glove, Darina and Canielle, were freed from their torment and anguish by the brave Knight of the Blowtorch! Freedom had been returned to their cozy nest and they lived happily ever after.

The End

p.s. applications for prince charming are still available at http://www.princapply.ca/

And the word of the day is...

I recently was party to a slight roadtrip to the eastern regions of the St. Catherines area... betaking ourselves to a major book selling establishment, known as the Book Depot. Whilst perusing the shelves laden with books on every subject under the sun (or so it seemed), i came across a book sure to be a classic in my bathroom literature section. It was ingeniously titled "The Superior Person's Book of Words" and is filled with many not so superior drawings to illustrate the topics in the book. It was brought to my attention by my younger sibling who obviously realized that i am amongst that category of humans (just kidding of course!). I have reached a state of ataraxia whilst i sit upon my couch perusing the little volume. But the word i have chosen with which to increase your vocabulary this fine day is : dactylogram - sounds like a really fancy mathematical term for one of those graphs such as sine, cosine, and tangent that i was supposed to learn all about in math class in highschool but alas and alack, i spent more of my time either daydreaming, staring off into the woods beyond the school hoping to be miraculously transported out of my academic environment and away from the instruments of torture, or waiting for the bell to ring signalling the end of yet another class filled with complete unknowingness. But dactylogram is actually defined as a ... fingerprint! The book is quoted as saying "a casual reference to your having been invited by the authorities to let them have your dactylograms may give the listener the impression that you are a distinguished applied mathematician who is called in by the government from time to time in a consultative capacity." Heehee... enjoy spreading your dactylograms all over the place today! and don't put any on my car windows!

3:31 ramblings

Here i sit on the couch, at 3:31 in the afternoon, indulging in a lekker cold coffee... the drink of choice this summer and marvelling at the wonderful breeze coming wafting through my window. I am so thankful this day for friends who listen to me... for my family, for the many blessings that lay around me, sometimes unappreciated or unacknowledged. I got to cuddle with a little 3 day old baby in the nursery yesterday afternoon and just enjoyed getting a snuggle in there. Looking at the little cute button nose, the fine baby hair, the pudgy little fingers, the squinting eyes, and i wondered where will this child be in 10 years, 20 years? There's so much potential locked up inside each of us... and i have to remember that. I tend too often to get down on myself and what i can and can't do in life, but i have to be more open to suggestions. So here's to the future, to discovering hidden talents and nurturing ones that already exist.