Sunday, November 28, 2010

Psychedelic Sunday

Crazy day, it was almost like I woke up this morning and realized that Christmas was less then a month away...So in honour of our number one activity today, the dressing of the outside of house, I present the Trans Siberian Orchestra Synchronized to Christmas lights.



And no we did not go this crazy, but I secretly want...I wonder what it would cost? Where do you get the program to do it?

Never mind.........

Saturday, November 27, 2010

This man was a GOD.

To me old Welsh Granny, she nannied for a family member of his and cooked for him too. So she was forgiven for her devotion to this Talented Welsh sex symbol.

That in no way explains why this song is bouncing around me brain since eyes open this morn.

I pass it on to you.



As an aside, nothing Freudian about those pussy cat lips.........no double entendre there.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Lord love a duck...

Ever have one of those moments when your partner says something so surprising that you deliberately pause in your response to make sure you get it right?

But then you know you said exactly the wrong thing just by looking at their face?

So you try to explain what they are thinking is NOT what you meant/said?

But some how you've only manage to dig the hole deeper and faster?

Na....me neither.

Oy Vey....

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

You have a right to be a victim.

Heh......gotta love it. Someone forgot we do NOT have a castle law, a right to defend one's self or your property even if the gun is unloaded. Guns are like "threatening" or something.

"I yelled at them and said 'Everyone be quiet' and I told my wife to call 911."


He said he watched as his neighbour rounded up three strangers - all of whom looked like adults but turned out to be minors.

With the situation under control, Manzer, shirtless in the minus-13 degree night, went back inside and locked up his gun before heading back out.

He said Mounties arrived on the scene 15 minutes later, took the three youths into custody and confiscated a near-empty liquor bottle.

When a Mountie showed up at his door six days later on Good Friday, Manzer assumed they were coming to take a statement.

Instead, he says he was arrested in front of his wife and kids. Then the Mounties seized his shotgun and hunting rifles.
The neighbour who nabbed the youths was also arrested and told he was being charged with assault. That charge was not approved by the Crown prosecutor's office.
Manzer, who said he was photographed and fingerprinted, has trouble digesting the turn of events.

Question: Why do people still call 911?

Monday, November 22, 2010

Don't touch my kid's junk

I just gotta ask what sort of parent allows their  approx 6 or 7 year old son to be strip searched in public by a man with a few of  TSA friends standing over him?  Have you no pride sir? Training the sheeple to raise better sheep. I am sickened.

Bullet dodged,

for now anyway.

My daughter has been given a reprieve, they are going to try to keep the baby in for a while longer. She has appointments at the hospital on Thursday, next Monday and again Thursday. They are going to preform an ultra sound each visit and assess their options. She is on complete bed rest until after the birth.

This is good news, better for both of them and I am relieved to say the least, so my daughter is going to bunk out here so she is not alone during the day. I have been upgraded from mere Mamma to the step and fetch it, "I see what your doing and you aren't supposed to" friendly neighbourhood warden Mamma. I think I can handle it just fine.

About last night.

I'll start off by saying that I enjoyed last evening very much when I was able to let go of what is happening at home.

Fabulous dinner with  the added bonus that I didn't have prepare it or  clean up after, good friends to share it with and off to see the legend B.B. King. I mean really what could beat that?

B.B. is 85 years old and still a showman, sat all evening in a chair strumming away and his voice does not suffer from oldie feebles. A lot of talk, kibitzing and playing on his age, pretending he forgot riffs, words to songs,  stories from the old days, excellent music. While I enjoyed his back up band, the brass was a bit tooooo brassy up in the nosebleed section where we gratefully sat. Of course he isn't what he used to be, but then who is at 85?

Loved, loved this one:



Note to self:

Next time you have gone weeks with out sleeping thru the night, have worked your rump off getting a nursery ready, haven't had a hot relaxing meal with good company in eons, do not, I repeat DO NOT sit in a dark room listening to excellent music and close your eyes grooving to said music with your man's arm all cozy around your shoulders...apparently that is just asking to...... ummmm.... fall sleep.....I feel shame.


Now to get busy while the Cattleman and Senor Super Sperm have my daughter at the hospital finding out what they find out this early morn.... more fingers crossed.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

We picked a fine time to see you

Lucille,

Tonight the Cattleman and I are venturing into a neighbouring  "big city" to watch a master craftsman at work. 



No baby it is NOT gone at all.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Time to fasten our seat belts

looks like we are in for a bumpy ride.

Took my daughter to her obstetricians appointment and there appears to be a wee problem. The docs think her placenta is no longer functioning correctly, doing another ultra sound at the hospital early Monday morning... to see if my grand daughter has gained anything, if not they are taking her out immediately. That would be 5 weeks early, she is perfectly formed but only weighs around 4 lbs now and losing ground.

Fingers crossed that all is well with my two little ladies.

This weekend will be spent getting everything ready for the new arrival, busy work to keep hearts and minds calm while we wait.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

More serve and protect

Ladies don't question your betters,

The events began when Bonds was stopped by police for no reason on Rideau Street. They ran her name through their computer and nothing came up, so they told her to keep walking home.



But after a few steps, she turned back and asked the officers why they had bothered to stop her in the first place, and things took a rapid turn.

The officers then arrested her for public intoxication, but that arrest, according to Lajoie, was unlawful because she was not drunk — not even close, the judge ruled.

That was just the beginning,

A judge has condemned a handful of Ottawa police officers for subjecting a female prisoner to “an indignity” in a strip search of the young woman, who had her shirt and bra cut off by a male officer, only to be left partially clad in soiled pants in a jail cell for three hours.


Moments before Stacy Bonds, a 27-year-old theatrical make-up artist with no criminal record, was stripped of her clothes by Sgt. Steve Desjourdy, she was also the victim of “two extremely violent knee hits in the back by Special Constable (Melanie) Morris, and (had) her hair pulled back and her face shoved forward,” Justice Richard Lajoie said.

A police station videotape had captured the events of Sept. 26, 2008.

Lajoie made an oral ruling on Oct. 27, deciding to stay a charge against Bonds of assaulting police. In his ruling, the judge severely criticized the officers’ actions, saying “there is no reasonable explanation for Sgt. Desjourdy to have cut Ms. Bonds’ shirt and bra off, and there is no reason, apart from vengeance and malice, to have left Ms. Bonds in the cell for a period of three hours and 15 minutes partially clad and having soiled her pants, before she received what is called a blue suit.

“That is an indignity towards a human being and should be denounced.”

Desjourdy cut off Bonds’ shirt and bra with scissors after she was forced to the floor with a plastic riot shield in the police department’s booking room.
Internal investigation now being conducted on the behaviour of the Officers involved. If I didn't know better and have supreme confidence in the police department's mental health testing I might be tricked into suspecting we have a wee bit of a sadistic bastard on our hands here.

It’s not the first time Desjourdy has been under investigation. Days before this 2008 case, he kicked and Tasered a female prisoner in the cell block twice. In 2009, he pleaded guilty under the Police Act and was demoted for three months from sergeant to constable.

Yup a real gentleman that one, he has such a way with the ladies.....

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Yippee Ki Yay Mudder

Yippee ki yay


Gotcha!

Heh...so much for the Cattleman's assurances that there was no way "we" had a mouse in our house.

Went out and bought two of the "better mouse trap". Baited them with, what I was assured by the hardware guy, the irresistible Peanut butter. VoilĂ  one less mouses in my houses.

Now if I can only figure out where the other trap went to. I know I put it here yesterday, it was there last night when I put the washing in the dryer.....so where did it go?


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I have no idea what sort of force is at play when one of those things snaps...but I have looked just about everywhere for it and I can not find it. My best guess is our cat decided to take it somewhere to snack on.... I  hope. But I really rather find it now in case I am wrong...

So the good news is I am taking care of business, (for what that is worth) The bad news?

I squealed like a bloody girl when I found the dead mouse in the trap, in fact I jumped a wee bit and may have even scooted out of the general vicinity for a split second. Yup I'm a real killing machine.

Egads I hate it when I instinctavely act like a....girly girl. Bleck.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Psychedelic Sunday

Ummmm.........Not so much and in honour of the breaking with tradition, Here is Dean Martin totally killing (not in the good way of killing) his rendition is  possibly the worst recording of this wonderful classic, such is the tune in my head this gorgeous Sunday.



Did that hurt you too?

Friday, November 12, 2010

Remembrance Day

Yesterday was Remembrance day and it is an extremely important day to Canada...

and it's economy. It is the day that the Tax eaters, who have a paid stat holiday, go into the malls and kick off their Holiday (used to be called CHRISTMAS back when dinos and knuckle dragging Neanderthals roamed the earth) shopping and jump start the  retail sector of our economy.

God bless them Veterans and how we commemorate their service with solemn reflection.

Monday, November 8, 2010

I touched a gun today.

What I know about firearms I have already written about extensively.

But Wait GL you have not one firearms post....

Exactly...

But today the Cattleman and I went to  "hunting" shops to research and budget for our purchases after we complete our Possession and Acquisition License safety courses, classes are in January. Our PAL will make us fit  for ownership of rifles, shot guns or competitive use hand guns.

When we walked in the store the guy asked shot guns or rifles.

Cattleman: Shot gun

Grey: Rifle

Cattleman: Really Rifle? Why?

Grey: Don't know, how would I know? I never touched a gun in life. Any good reason I shouldn't?

Cattleman: Nope.

Salesman: (eyes rolling)

The Cattleman of course having hunted since a child back on the farm, he knows exactly what he wants to start off with, a Browning over under shot gun.  Reason? He is familiar with it, caliber, the feel, he's always wanted one and partially economics.  The cost of ammo to practice with. Apparently we can get hundreds of shots for the 22 instead of the 10 we would get for the 30-30. So we both start with the 22..apparently.

I will tell ya right now I am around five feet, 1 inches and a quarter ( because ya know that quarter makes a huge difference.)tall, not exactly thin, I hover around 140 lbs. I kept getting directed by the salesman to "youth" guns and advice to stick with the 22. Something about weight and recoil. This is what I was not so subtly pushed toward. :O)


http://www.mossberg.com/products/default.asp?ID=30&section=products#

I don't know I was kinda insulted by the name alone, plinkster? Sounds like a "pretend play" gun for crying out loud. Plinkster.  Pfffft. The only thing I liked about it was the site and the magazine capacity, everything else in the store was  just three or four. I have never heard of Mossberg before, not that I am gun chick, (yet) what think you all?

Could someone explain to me why as complete neophyte I should prefer a shotgun over a rife? I will be using it initially for target practice, to get comfortable, again I think, for hunting fowl, I really felt like I was being talked in a manner to sway me to a shot gun just like the Cattleman's choice.

(Our goal is to upgrade later to a 30-30 for deer and moose, but right now for this gal baby steps in the gun department.)

Pros/Cons anyone?

Sunday, November 7, 2010

A Seussian Tail

One Sunday morn the Cattleman woke from his slumber

Had an idea that was not dumb and dumber.

I think I will go to the house where we summer

to check for wee mousies, so spring won't be a bummer.

I will take things one, two and three ,

I smiled  "go ahead that only leaves about seven with me"

A good day for man talk and a beautiful drive I had a hunch,

and I happily packed them a rather nice lunch.

Off they go, off they go my sincere blessings,

won't have them around doing all kinds of messings..

When they opened the doors it was an obvious  disgrace,

seems there were nesties and nasties all over the place.

In a panic they threw every thing in boxes and green garbage bags,

they didn't even bother to put labels such as  dirty vs. clean  tags.

They spent the day stuffing  steel wool, spray foam in every nook and cranny,

in an attempt to block any passage, so I wouldn't be up on  their fanny.

Home again, home again to give me the news,

their industrious solution guaranteed to stave off my blues.

Empty the boxes and bags from my van tout suite, I know not exactly where,

It's summer stuff and I am so busy, I have no time, energy, inclination to care.

Deposit them in the laundry/ food storage room? Heh surely he's smarter then that?

That would be mousy heaven, I had better not find scat.

Days pass by and I find the boxes/bags in that room and what this I see?

Looks like a bag with a chewed hole to me..

My GL,  my dear, you do not have to worry,

we probably ripped it while in our frantic hurry.

A few more days and I notice our  cat,

has started to sleep in there on a old mat.

Look around, look around suspicious as hell

Hope against hope that all is still swell

Lord love a duck and all of hell's bells!!!!!!!!!

What I  discover has interrupted my "usual" mellow.

Curses and curses I heap on to that fellow,

That louse of a spouse......

done brought a mouse to my house.............

Psychedelic Sunday,

Freedom is a costly delusion,




Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll


We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing

As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds

Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing

Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight

Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight

An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night

An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.



In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched

With faces hidden while the walls were tightening

As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain

Dissolved into the bells of the lightning

Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake

Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked

Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake

An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.



Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail

The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze

Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder

Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind

Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind

An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time

An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.



Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales

For the disrobed faceless forms of no position

Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts

All down in taken-for granted situations

Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute

Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute

For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit

An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.



Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed

An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting

Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones

Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting

Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail

For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale

An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail

An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.



Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught

Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended

As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look

Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended

Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed

For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse

An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe

An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Ding Dong

Acorn falling,

On this election night, there is a stunning turn from ACORN.


It has filed for bankruptcy.

In an announcement on its website, Bertha Lewis, the CEO of the troubled activist group, says that ACORN has filed for Chapter 7 bankruptcy, the reason stemming from the legal troubles surrounding numerous voter registration investigations across the country. The scandals led Congress to vote to cut off federal funding, and the group also lost some government support.

"The ongoing political onslaught caused irreparable harm," wrote Lewis, who blames "a right-wing media blitz." She says "allegations and reports will continue to try to undermine all that ACORN has done, "but says that "ACORN will live on in the hearts of the people it served, and as those of us who fight for justice know, ‘THE PEOPLE UNITED WILL NEVER BE DEFEATED."

Yeah, yeah it's : C'est na pas ma  fault, it's bush's fault....bye bye.