Feeble tips for fellow strugglers.

Ladies,  You might begin to think of the "CHANGE" if:

You go out on the deck in just flip flops, PJ's and a sweat shirt (don't hate me because I'm beautiful.) at 6 am to have a quiet coffee and cigarette before the kiddos get up and you are shocked, shocked I tells ya, to learn that is MINUS 11 degrees and not PLUS 11 degrees.

I'm just saying.....

It's a girl!

Just as I suspected she said with a self satisfied smile. :O)

Mother, daughter and even the Daddy are doing well.

I am truly blessed.

No name yet as she doesn't look like any name they had picked, ah...... she's putting them in their place already.

Now why did you have to go and say that?

The Cattleman and his brother are going away this weekend to San Francisco. A once in a life time birthday Present for their 70 year old father. Have tickets for the 49er's game and the Oakland Raiders game, A hockey game on Friday, I think it is san Jose. Trip has been planned for over a year, all paid for,  So Grand Baby or no Grand Baby the trip is on.

Which is actually NOT a problem for me. The only NFL trip this year for the guys, so go nuts and enjoy your tailgating, dress up games and see when you get back.

What does bother me?

A conversation heard in our bedroom sometime last night.

Cattleman: Grey I just wanted you to know that I bought a present for the new baby.

Grey (That would be moi): O.K. .....

Cattleman: I put in the closet behind the other presents we have wrapped.

Grey: O.K.......

Cattleman: I just want her know that I thought of her before I went on this trip.

Insert visual of blink eyed grey here:

Grey ( still moi) : I don't follow....

Cattleman: I just wanted her to have something just from me and to know that I loved her and thought of her before she was even born.

Grey: WTHoodles are you yapping about? Did you have some weird dream message?

Cattleman: No! You just never know (He's not that crazy about flying) and it's important that I know she ( I have the cattleman convinced it's a girl) knows how I feel about her.


Grey: I have never worried about you once when you go on these trips....

What men understand about women can be written on the head of a pin and still leave room for the fairies to dance on it....

One more sleep.

Tomorrow my daughter is scheduled (C-Section) to give birth to my second Grand Baby.

She can hardly wait, : Get it out now is her wish, as is for so many of us ladies at the end.

Enjoy yourself, I keep saying,  once she's ( I think it's another girl) out you'll look longingly back on these nights of sleep.

Good luck! I can't wait to meet her, we love her already and if she's anything like her Mamma, she's going to be a force to be reckoned with.

Here I thought Freud was Austrian

not Dutch.

Any resemblance of object to real or imagined building is completely co-incidental.



Riiiiiiight.

Things that kinda concern me

or even more feeble tips for fellow strugglers.

There is a full fledged fire in my oven and it still has 2 and 3/4 hours left to go before the self cleaning cycle is over and I can open the door.

Cattleman says not to worry as these ovens are built to take the heat pas de sweat......

Ooooooo Kaaay, but just in case I will bring in the extra fire extinguishers to the kitchen, not that it will help much,  the dang dong oven door will not open for anything for another 2 hours and slightly less then 3/4 hours. But I'll guard it just in case....

Pardonnez moi SVP

Somehow my E-mail system was hijacked and all my contacts received some nasty links. These links according  to Andy the Chicken, my fine geeky, computer literate friend, originate from Saudi Arabia and Russia.

So sorry if you followed it you are now among the hijacked and spam passer.

Apparently the fix is very simple just change your password.

Once again, I am not psychic, I have no inside knowledge/intelligence of your equipment and possible failure or diminutive size ratio. Your secrets are still yours.....




You all have a good day now...:O)

Must be something in the water

We have been experiencing an usually warm fall. It has been absolutely gorgeous.

We haven't had any snow yet and afternoons go all the way up to 17 C which for my American friends is mid sixties.  That just doesn't happen here in later  November, never. As a matter of fact folks around here start putting up their Christmas Lights/ Decorations the day after Halloween to avoid freezing hands and cold wind/wet rains face burn.

Today, yup today, I took down the top to my gazebo and put away the lawn chair cushions, must be a record for the latest date so far. I am loving this fall. As a matter of fact I am still loving just about everything about my life right about now. The Cattleman breaths easy, my daughter is about to have another child on the  16 Th of December, My breakfast club kids are a wonderful crew who are enhancing our lives to no end, my other children are all healthy and relatively settled these days, I have a plan for work and it's actually working out the way I dreamed it would, nothing and I mean , absolutely NOTHING is wrong. NOTHING bothers me or breaks my peace.

Whats up with that? I have no idea, but I can work with it. :O)

I'm just not used to being so darn optimistic, it worries me....perhaps they are mixing in some Prozac with the fluoride?....just kidding.......

Psychedelic Sunday

Ya know it's gonna be a great day when you wake up with a Ray Charles tune running round your head:

Maple Muffins recipe to mollify me......

Children, This recipe is for Joel.

The kiddos were a tad upset that I forgot to add this recipe in the box,  so here goes.


My kids favorite maple muffin recipe is as follows:

Grey's heavenly Maple syrup Muffins.
Ingredients:

1/4 cup of margarine (or butter)

1/2 cup of sugar

1 teaspoon of salt

1 1/4 cups flour

2 teaspoons of baking powder

3/4 cups of rolled oats

1/2 cup of milk

1/2 cup of maple syrup.(yes I have even used the pancake syrup and folks still manage to eat them.)

Glaze (optional)
1 tablespoon butter

1/2 cup of icing sugar

1 tablespoon of maple syrup

Directions:

Soften the Margarine and blend in the sugar and salt.

Add dry ingredients and blend in with a pastry cutter or cut them in with a knife/fork, until crumbly.

Mix in the oats.

blend milk and maple syrup together and pour over your other mixed ingredients, stirring only to moisten.

Put in muffin tins or muffin papers in muffin tins about 3/4 full.

Pop into a preheated oven (350 F) for about 20 minutes.

Now these muffins are tasty enough but sometimes when I'm in a really good mood or need a really good sugar fix I add/spread the Glaze on top when the baked muffins are already slightly cooled. Both ways are delicious. 

Enjoy!

Life is good

It's  been a few weeks since I last posted, but all is  well here.

Life is very busy and life is very good. Seems ever since the Cattleman "scare" almost nothing can rattle me, I'm just plain happy and optimistic. Yes I know whole swaths of life stink, but my ability to be outraged and too too concerned as been hampered by my utter joy and peace in the life I live.

It's disgusting really...........

Had three new arrivals of my Breakfast Club Kids. There are supposed to be siblings, but who knows. In Africa everybody is "related and brothers and sisters" to everybody. Which begs the question of how they can be so bloody brutal to each other. Add that to the list of Things Grey  will never understand.

I was originally told to expect some returning children who were in bad shape again, I prepared for their return and the anticipated problems and then all of a sudden bammo three newbies showed up. The baby is hydrocephalus and required a brain shunt to drain the excess liquid. Done and recovering nicely thank you. As usual a whirl wind of appointments and careful watching to make sure we aren't over looking anything. One of these little folks  needs some plastic surgery for a facial deformity, some braces afterwards to get their teeth back in proper line. The bad luck "monster" that no  one wanted to touch will be gone and a child will be in it's place. The third one is surprisingly normal and except for relatively minor dental issues in very good health. Which means that there is probably something that we are missing...that just does not happen. :O)

I should have these kids for about 6 more months or so to make sure they are medically sound, do as much rehabbing of the baby as possible, occupational therapy and lets see if we can bring him out of his fog into this world and moving about in it....

Holder lied and people died...

More fast and furious,

Attorney General lied under oath (shocker isn't it?), his excuse? He gets memos alll the time, who has time to read them? Like do his job?



Ignorance may be bliss for some folks but for us common folks ignorance of the "law" or situation is no excuse...stupid sheeple only you have to do everything right or else pay the price.....

H/T SDA

Thank You Haggen-Dazs!!!!!!

About a year a go a wrote a post lamenting the discontinuation of my Favorite Haggen-Dazs flavour. Twas my favorite treat and I was most disapponited when I could no longer find it anywhere.

In,  a fit of pique,  a rare moment of health related clarity I decide not to replace my addiction, favorite treat with some other flavoured Ice cream.

Now I am not one to use a scale, I have issues with folk`s issues with weight. You are pretty much what you are and I do NOT need a scale to validate me, nor did I want my girls relying on a F#%ing mechanical scale to let them know if they are a healthy weight or not. Folks know if they are too heavy or way to skinny, numbers really have no place in my life. (Funny I have a degree in accounting....wonder what that says about that.....)


However,  and you knew there was gonna be a however or but right,,, Ya knew it right????? I did manage to be weighed for my early physical and I dropped about 8 lbs. Now 8 lbs may not be much, but I am not much, I'm all of 5 foot tall and it seems when you are 5 foot nothing plus a smidgen  8lbs makes a bit of a difference. A difference that I noticed over the summer where my clothes were getting waaay to loose ( had to go out and buy a belt) waaay to baggy and finally (when I was giving those baggy assed skater boys competition in the falling down pants when I move quick department) I gave in and bought a few new things. Shockingly I went down two whole jeans sizes.



Seemingly this is all from no longer eating my favorite chocolate treat. Wow! Who would have thunk it possible that one small adjustment could make such a difference over a years time. Yes I KNOW they say it does, I've heard it tons of times,  just like you have, but I have never had it demonstrated so graphically before.

So thank you Haggen-Dazs. Thank you very much!!!!

And just how does one go about silently celebrating such minor breakthrough in thought. Well of course one goes out and buys their second favorite flavour of HAGGEN-DAZS. What else would any sane person do?

Grab your second favorite Haggen-Dazs flavour and remove top.

Place in microwave and nuke for 46 seconds. Why 46 seconds? Because that my favorite amount of time to nuke ice cream, work with me here.

Take a teaspoon and swoop around the inside of the top of the ice cream container. Eat, repeat until you have made a sizable moat. Saver the flavour.

Now proceed to fridge and remove Smuckers Chocolate sauce and it's best friend Smuckers Caramel sauce. Fill moat with chocolate sauce, pour caramel sauce onto the top and fill divot made from moat filled chocolate sauce.

Reinsert spoon and saver da flavour again. In fact saver the flavour as if it is the last time you are  gonna do this....because it is the last time and I mean it, I am ever gonna do that.

Really it is......I promise myself.

Oh my Lord love a duck!

Some folks are just too stupid to be bothered with.

Thick like a 2x4.

Sharp as a cotton ball.

Plus one.

Dull as a doorknob.

About as smart as a stick.

Make Maxwell Smart look smooth and intelligent.

Oh you get the idea by now......unfortunately, sadly,  there are days..er moments where I have to put myself in that category.

and that's all I got to say about that.

Where have you been all my life?

My new favorite thing in the whole wide world,

SPACE BAGS!!!!!




I love them!

I have this issue with mouse-lings at the lake the last few years, yes I had them this Spring......yet again, I just didn't feel much like complaining about them...yet again, so I didn't.

Last Autumn  the Cattleman and the boys took a trip to the lake, just to make sure everything was fine and they came home with everything they could grab because they found mice living in the linens. This was not good as they also brought home some of the nasty little critters in those linens . As a result I had this  huge pile and I mean HUGE pile of linens that needed to be washed and then I had to find room for it all in my already overstuffed house.

I was determined that this would NOT happen to me this year or any other year from here on in.  MY solution?


SPACE BAGS!



I could put each child's comforter, set of sheets, pillow, pillow cases, their own towel and, I repeat, and  a sleeping blanket in each large SPACE BAG. (and a bounce sheet) They are waiting for each child on their bed....Fan frickin fantastically amazing stuff.

In two bags I was able to do our queen sized Comforter, sheets,  memory foam mattress, five pillows, and padded and feather mattress/ protector..Fan frickin fantastically amazing stuff.

Pop in another one twenty large bath/beach towels! Pas de sweat for my Space bag. .Fan frickin fantastically amazing stuff.

Compact, SAFE, mouse free linens....I am a deliriously happy Mamma!

Psychedelic Sunday

Because...

End of season

Starting packing up the summer place and I have to tell you it is a job I dread for several very good reasons.

One I hate to see summer disappear, I despise the cold. I know! You would think I would be used it living in Canerder and all.  Mind you I would still come in the Autumn and earlier in the Spring if the place was within reasonable distance of the homestead.

It's beautiful here. There are always places for sale along the river through the hills, we always dream and look at the prices and think "well maybe some day"..................but I know the reason the same gorgeous places go up for sale every few years or so. It's because folks don't take into account the complete and utter isolation in the winter months. The charming winding, twisty turny (yes I know I just made up that word, wanna make something of it?), up and down  roads in Spring and Summer turn into nasty MF'ers at minus 20 and white outs due to northern blowing winds. You would have to be able to fend for yourself,  alllll by your self,  with no outside contact for loooooooong periods of time, or have nerves of steel when driving. I don't think most folks account for the reality of living in the middle of nowhere, they think the view will feed their soul, the charming breezes off the water are so refreshing don't cha know. But the ice , the neck deep snow, the constant howling of the winds off the water. While that has it's own savage barren  beauty?  It can drive you batty if your not used to it.

Sigh...I know deep down I will never "live" full time here. Reality is highly over rated...

Chickens stolen from pots

to buy votes.

Dalton McGiunty is looking to get re-elected this October. He knows his rubber is about to meet the road. He is willing to do all he can to change his fate..all he can such as pandering to select groups, bribing them with our money.

That’s all you can say about the Dalton McGuinty Liberals’ plan to give a $10,000 tax credit to companies that hire newcomers to this country.
It is bald-faced pandering to the immigrant vote.
As an immigrant, I can tell them, no one’s fooled.
The Liberals launched their platform Monday at a glitzy rally to party faithful in downtown Toronto.
This item overshadowed everything else.
Thousands of people — young and old — have lost their jobs in recent years. Our manufacturing sector has been decimated, in part due to McGuinty’s disastrous electricity policies.
But this government is going to throw $12 million into a program that will skew the hiring scene for home-grown job seekers.
Imagine this: A company is hiring staff. There are two applicants. One is a young person recently arrived in this country, speaking little English. He or she has no background and no history of working and paying taxes in this country.
The other applicant is a young person who was educated here. Who’s paying taxes. Whose parents paid taxes and who’ve contributed to this community in countless ways. The young person probably has a student debt.
Who’ll get the job? Well, McGuinty’s just given employers 10,000 reasons to hire the newcomer.
This isn’t what immigration to this country is all about.

If you have a problem with this policy? Dalton has already come out and said you are a racist and divisive TEA-PARTY type american immigrant hater. Not what the Liberals are all about at all, they are all that is compassionate, helping your fellow man, giving a hand up,  loving, caring Liberals.

 Remember folks if they give it, they can take it away. Even universal free health care subsidies.

Dalton McGuinty, (a man so evil, even by slimy politician standards, that I am sure he glows in the dark) has allowed the ministry to cancel special diet nutrition subsidies and certainly signed the death warrant for some of our most vulnerable citizens.

The 21-year-old Ottawa man has Duchenne muscular dystrophy, a degenerative disease of the muscles that has him confined to a wheelchair with a host of other related ailments, including heart and respiratory problems.

He weighs all of 30 kilograms and requires a special diet, high in nutrition and one that permits him to swallow without choking. He cannot afford to lose weight.

His diet, much of it prepared by his mother, Liliane Robinson, keeps that in check.

He needs round-the-clock care from his mother, with whom he lives in a two-bedroom highrise apartment on Halifax Drive, off Walkley Road.

When he turned 18, Brian qualified for financial help from the Ontario Disability Support Program that included a modest allowance for living expenses and $250 to help pay for the diet.

But the Ministry of Community and Social Services decided - against the recommendations of its own panel of health professionals - that Brandon and other muscular dystrophy sufferers with weight-loss issues will no longer receive the allowance

Yes dear leader, we see and take note.

What in the wide, wide world of sports is going on here!

Today for your listening pleasure a tune/scene that has been flitting in and out of my head for a few days.

A classic tune from a movie that would never, ever get made in today's politically correct  stifle.



I hope you enjoyed that, one of the few "guy" movies that I really appreciated. By far my favorite is the following with the delightful Madeline Khan who knows what it is to be soooooooo tired of playing the games. :O)

Not even on a Sunday

In honour of the weather that I came home too...brrrrr.

Where did summer go?

There's a slippery slope

Some of us saw coming YEARS ago.

Psychiatrists seek to destigmatize Adult-Child Sex.

Conference concludes better to 'focus on the needs' of pedophile than worry about protecting children

Barber said the symposium themes became clear quickly:

• Pedophiles are unfairly "demonized" in society.
  
  
• The concept of "wrong" should not be applied to "minor-attracted persons."
  
  
• "Children are not inherently unable to consent" to sex with an adult.
  
  
• "An adult's desire to have sex with children is 'normative.'"
  
  
• And the Diagnostic Manual "ignores that pedophiles 'have feelings of love and romance for children' the same way adult heterosexuals have for each other."

Barber noted that self-described "gay activist" and speaker Jacob Breslow said it is proper for children to be "the object of our attraction." Breslow said pedophiles shouldn't need to get consent from a child to have sex any more than they would get consent from a shoe to wear it, according to Barber.

They may be using the same tactics as the Homosexual community, but there is one teeny weeny difference. Homosexual activity between consenting adults is none of my Farking business. Children? Minors? Babies? My children? My Minors? My babies?

The three S's come to mind. Pas de sweat with a clear conscience.

H/T SDA.

Oh my lord love a duck

I can't believe the whitewashing and free ride a certain Jack Layton is getting just because he died.

Yes it is sad that he died in such a nasty way, cancer is horrible and I have no wish to see it again.

Yes he was only 61 and when your over thirty one realizes that 61 is indeed not a very long life.

Yes he was a husband and father and I am sure that his wife will miss him and his children will too.

All these things are true, but what else is true is he was a politician, his snout has been in the trough since he drew his first paycheck and it stayed there all his life.

He and his wife lived in subsidized housing in Toronto while they were both making good salaries as city counselors. They made a big deal about being one of the only families that "paid going rate" but come on they paid nothing near Toronto rates.

The Man was an NDP, not that all politicians aren't basically the same, the NDP have spectacular ability to think they have the right to impose their ideals, lifestyle and tax style on us the wee sheeple.

The man was a horrible hypocrite and liar ( I know I already said he was a politician) or one of the stupidest creatures alive. How can one not know that the Massage parlor, (the "Velvet Touch Massage Parlor")  they frequent and receive shiatsu treatment from diminutive Chinese immigrant women ,who speak very little broken English, in a bed and not on a massage table, isn't a medical facility but a  whore house. It stretches credibility too far to believe it when he said "I didn't know".

He vowed to do away with every dirty rotten stinking private Health care facility in Canada, even if he did go to one himself for surgery. "I didn't know".

What he "didn't know" was plenty.

He was a man, he died, he is still the same man, good, bad, indifferent regardless of the cancer, regardless of death, it doesn't whitewash him nor should it...

I can live with the fact that I am not always NICE, nice will get you a kick in the head and used like an old piece of tissue.

I know we Canadians are just so bloody polite, polite has it's place for sure, but truth should always supersede manufactured sentiment.

I hate to ruin a good male fantasy,

But if you need this to fight off the zombies,




Aren't the zombies already eating you?

Mind you, I bet this young lady could have used one:

During the struggle, the girl's calls to her mother were cut off at least three times. The girl somehow managed to call her mother back each time. A helpless Tsyganenkov could only listen in horror to her daughter's screams for mercy.
In a second call to her mother, Moskalyova said, "Mum, the bears are back. She came back and brought her three babies. They're... eating me," The Daily Mail reported.

I change my mind, because what do I know about  the most appropriate weapon for nuclear mutant Zombie fighting? I'm currently stuck with the grand plan of throwing day old biscuits at them...

Psychedelic Sunday

Forgive me.....



Please.

Millions of women burst out into applause

in appreciation of this rare bit of common sense.

Roy Lester is out to prove that no man above the age of 50 has any business wearing a skimpy, form-hugging Speedo.
In 2007, Lester was forced out of the Jones Beach lifeguard job he had held for four decades when he was told he had to squeeze into a Speedo for the annual swim test.
The 61-year-old Long Island man, who preferred his slightly more modest pair of biking shorts, refused and lost his job.
Lester sued the state, claiming age discrimination, arguing the Speedo is for the washboard stomach set, not aging dads like him.
"I wore a Speedo when I was in my 20s," Lester said. "But come on. There should be a law prohibiting anyone over the age of 50 from wearing a Speedo."

When a woman thinks "male in a speedo" she may dream of the following:




But this (sadly) is our reality:

Not that I am for banning anything for purely esthetic reasons, But I  I could almost go for this one... and I am NOT discounting the fact that we ladies have our own issues with skimpy bathing suits on bodies less then perfect.....I'm just saying....

She exhaled slowly

The Cattleman is cancer free!

That's the long and the short of it, once I was told I felt my whole body sag with complete and utter relief. I had no idea I was holding myself so tight these past five months.

I took the call at the beach and I don't care if  tears of joy  flowed, the wind was up and sand was flying....

He had a very bad case of pneumonia that's all, sometimes if you let it go long enough with out treatment you can do some serious damage.(Like some folks have been known to die from it silly man)  But he is clear of that and will continue to gain strength. Now he needs to do some work to get his old health, strength and vigor back. We will have to watch him  this fall, winter and spring to make sure he does not allow it to take hold again. We will have him whipped up into shape as fast as...he will let us. :O)

BTW Mr. "I no longer have enough behind to make a decent fingerprint", if you think I am going to continue  ignoring  those empty   Harvey's bags, Swiss chalet , Chinese take out, chocolate milk containers, pizza pizza boxes and  Oh Henry bar wrappers that I keep seeing in your vehicle....... Think again.....

Because every man is a unique gift

something like a snowflake:

The Cattleman has gotten the call, they have the results of his scans, he goes tomorrow to hear the "news".


A conversation at our fire pit last night.

Cattleman: Ya know....I'm proud of what we have built.

Grey's head snaps up and turns (that would be me) and with a 'tude in  my tone I ask: What do you mean by that? Does that mean you are ready to roll over for whatever news you get Wednesday?

Cattleman: Hell NO just wanted you to know that I have no regrets.

Grey (still moi): No regrets that is just fine, you sure that's all it means?

Cattleman: Yup just wanted you to know.

Grey: Well baby, that is just about the sweetest thing you have ever said to me. But ya know if it was the other thing I would have kicked you till you bled....

Wanna see what State run Health Care will get ya?

Rubbing more salt in the womb.

 My 20 something daughter, with one child and one on the way, asks the following important question of the medical establishment.

How is it at 14 years old I could walk into an abortion clinic, no questions asked and I can have one, but I  can't have my tubes tied in my 20's because I am too young to make such an important reproductive decision?

Good question eh?

It is reversible if her family got wiped out in some tragic accident (which is one of the "reasons" they denied her) what are the freaking odds on that anyway?

What ever happened to my body my choice?.



Please sir, Mr./Ms. Government Official sirs,  but could you get your stinking paws off our uterus you damn dirty apes?

If only we had a gun registry

that police could consult all this could have been avoided:

A gun collector who was arrested outside his east-end apartment during a midnight raid has launched a $6.5-million lawsuit against the Toronto police, his former landlords and a tipster.

Peter Sedge, 59, said he was removed from his Beaches home at gunpoint wearing only his underwear during the May, 2008, seizure of about 120 legally collected firearms.

Pssst......for those of you that may not know we do have a gun registry in Canada. Police forces insist they consult it thousands of  times a day. Astonishingly so far it has cost (naturally) Billions instead of the mere 2 or so  Million it was supposed to cost.

Rubbing Salt in a womb

Carry on Doctor;

MANCHESTER, U.K., August 11, 2011 - An anesthetist at a Marie Stopes abortion facility in Manchester has been accused of using the hands of unconscious women to perform sexual acts on himself as they underwent abortions.

Dr. Narendra Sharma is again facing allegations of misconduct at a hearing before the General Medical Council (GMC).  Two staff members at the abortion facility have alleged that they witnessed the incidents.

The Manchester Crown Court in April 2009 acquitted the anesthetist of charges that he abused three other clients in the same way.

‘It is the GMC’s case that Dr Sharma was using the hand of this semi-conscious patient undertaking this procedure for his own sexual stimulation and gratification,” said Tim Smith, the GMC’s lawyer, according to the Daily Mail.

The Doctor is saying he is a target of racism....yet again....

H/T Five Feet of Fury

I've lways depended on the kindness of strangers

That is a very very bad plan.

http://www.youtube.com/embed/XYuMPw6Yi3k


As a complete aside is anyone else having issues trying to embed videos from You Tube today? It just won't do it.

If you scare me

 Rights don't matter:


http://www.youtube.com/embed/tRzJ2LAWpyA
That's the crux of most issues isn't it. If someone is left trembling in irrational or even rational fear some how that is the low bar we are forced to live by.

Some folks just need to Get over it / themselves already.

http://www.youtube.com/embed/Gek3maVEoLY

H/T Days of our Trailers

Another Musical Genius

that I never quite understood.



I am so pedestrian, I'd probably hang my head in shame...... if I knew better. :O)

Got Milk?...Shhhhhhhhhhhh

Thank goodness for the mighty swat team saving folks from the eviiiils of raw milk and organic products.

Via Natural News:

A multi-agency SWAT-style armed raid was conducted this morning by helmet-wearing, gun-carrying enforcement agents from the LA County Sheriff's Office, the FDA, the Dept. of Agriculture and the CDC (Centers for Disease Control).



Rawesome Foods, a private buying club offering wholesome, natural raw milk and raw cheese products (among other wholesome foods) is founded by James Stewart, a pioneer in bringing wholesome raw foods directly to consumers through a buying club. James was followed from his private residence by law enforcement, and when he entered his store, the raid was launched.

Heh......I can just imagine the homecoming of the big brave police man/Swat team member/ Department of Disease Control/FDA guys that went out on that call.




Hi Honey I'm home.

How was your day at work dear?

Great I saved countless wee innocent children from the dreaded organic mango, raw milk seller. Yup we finally got him.

Partner sighing adoringly: My hero.....



Nice little blurb at the bottom of their article here:

We are fed up with these illegal mob-style raids against the raw foods community! It is time to protest and fight back against tyranny!

Yes it is and good luck with that..

Seems like Deja vu all over again...

Or nice bank you got there, shame if anything were to happen to it.

In what could be a repeat of the easy-lending cycle that led to the housing crisis, the Justice Department has asked several banks to relax their mortgage underwriting standards and approve loans for minorities with poor credit as part of a new crackdown on alleged discrimination, according to court documents reviewed by IBD.

What a great idea to assist folks into buying homes that they can not pay for and jump start the housing market at the same time. Brilliant!!!!!

But, but, seems I have seen that in practice somewhere before....

Prosecutions have already generated more than $20 million in loan set-asides and other subsidies from banks that have settled out of court rather than battle the federal government and risk being branded racist. An additional 60 banks are under investigation, a DOJ spokeswoman says.

Say what you will, but at least the MOB was honest about their shakedowns.


H/T Small dead animals
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Now a message from

from the old Brag bag!


1st professional photo shoot of my Granddaughter. My daughter was approached to see if "they" could use her baby for modeling of a fancy shmancy baby line of clothing and accessories. So she tried it and apparently she liked it.



and

Make it stop, please........

Whyyyyyyyyy?





I need an eraser for me head or an partial enema for me wee brain or an unfortunate musical memory professionally extracted or may be just some good old fashioned tequila.....

Behind a post or two

I know I promised a post on more bread, but yesterday some dumb fcuk's dog chased down one of my kids and attacked them, no permanent damage done to my child (thank goodness), just bruising on the buttocks from the teeth,( no broken skin thanks to a pair of jeans) and nail marks along the legs, but by GOD I wish I could take a baseball bat to the &*^% owners of that dog.

After things settled down a bit,


Little man: Mommy you kicked that stupid evil puppy.

Grey: No honey the puppy is just being an animal, the owners are stupid and evil and yes I kicked it good.

They are just lucky the Cattleman wasn't here...but I still have to tell him..he's a gonna be PO'd.

Focaccia

In  previous post I have mentioned that I am  a huge fan of  NO Knead Breads.  One of my favorite books is Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day: The Discovery That Revolutionizes Home Baking

and their block buster sequel of healthy breads, Healthy Breads in Five minutes a day

Jeff Hertberg M.D. and Zoe Francois, the authors of the above two books have an awesome web site where you can go and get recipes, trouble shoot and their blog is pretty good reading too. I appreciated this when I first started, not only did it answer any questions I had but it gave inspiration too. They even provide their master recipe for white Flour dough so you can give this whole concept a try.

One of the "hazards" of this technique is  occasionally I can forget a tub of bread dough is fermenting away in the back my fridge. This tends to happen more in summer when I am flipping back and forth from the house to the lake.

As a refresher this is what my dough should look like.




But today this is what I found hiding at the back of my fridge in the trailer.



That is some very played out yeast, but it did still smell very good, kinda sourdoughish, so I decided to use it anyway.  What to make, won't make a nice loaf, boule or baggette,  maybe some focaccia for some nice sandwiches? Yeah that sounds pretty good to me. (the amount of dough shown will make two or three focaccia)



First thing I did was generously flour a large surface, which I can tell you in a camping trailer is not an easy thing to find, but I digress, flour the surface, place dough on it and push pull and roll out into a rectangle type shape around 8 or 9 inches by 8 or 9 inches or so.

Hey it could be square also, but somehow just saying square adds a certain pressure to attain perfection. You know that four equal sides thing can be a bummer if your a perfectionist, which I'm not, so retangular it is for me. :O)




Ok so it looks more like an omeba then a rectangle, but simple is the name of this game, not perfection. Get it? Got it? Good.

It should feel nice and smooth (like a baby's behind) and  soft. I used about 1 Tablespoon of olive oil and rubbed it on the dough and then flipped it over and  Slapped it on some parchment paper, tin foil will do but I like to bake with parchment paper, always have, nothing sticks to it and it soaks up excess  grease/oil residue, where as tin foil does neither of those things for me.



Made a slurry of 1 tablespoon of salt, 1 Tablespoon of water and 1 Tablespoon of  Olive oil and brush that on my top after I poked a whole bunch of "dimples" in my dough with my fingers. You are supposed to use the end of a wooden spoon and make it pretty one indentation at a time and symmetrical, one indentation at a time and symmetrical is (again) for perfectionists with time on their hands and those that don't have as many children as I do. At least that's my story and I'm sticking to it.


I decided to add some asagio cheese and spices, covered it with a tea towel and let rest for about forty minutes.



Start BBQ about 10 to 15 minutes before baking bread as we want it nice and hot  450 hot.

I added a tin pie plate so I can add 2 cups of water to the BBQ when I put my Focaccia in so it will steam like real bakery bread does.

Throw the parchment paper protected dough on to the grill, add your two cups of water to your pie plate, close quick as a bunny and let bake for about 25 minutes. You might need to monitor your BBQ a wee bit and adjust times  (also a wee bit) because BBQ s can be hard to regulate temp wise.

Take dough out and cool.



Yummy tasted even better then it looked.



Even the crumb looked great on this improvised, slapped together attempt to not waste bread dough.

Ewwwwwwwwww

Temps today are supposed to be a record high of some 46 C with the humidity.

Perhaps not that hot for some folks,  but this is not a dry heat, already when walking it feels as if you are wading through warm semi (un) congealed jello.

Going into town to round up some vulnerables, grey haired mamma of the grey lady, my daughter and the princessa, everyone dropping by tonight for a BBQ dinner in some A.C.

Take care out there in the heat folks.

I wanna be your tampon

I'm shocked I tells ya! I am shocked to learn that Media (and others) have been bugging phones of private citizens in order to make report all the news that is fit to print.

In 1993 a magazine published the famous quote by the future King of England talking privately to Camillia that he wanted to be his mistress's tampon.  Insanity ensued. Shark infested circling of the Royal couple ensued, tabloids made mega bucks and all was well, because it was "them" whom were screwed over.

But on one would bug or intercept real people and their cell calls right?

Anyone with half a working brain cell thinks "yes they will and they do". Yet the world is so faux shocked. Stupid sheeps, fast asleeps.

Every child is a unique gift

Something like a snowflake,

A conversation heard in my very own easy bake oven (summer camping trailer) 4 am after a huge storm.

Little One: Mommy! Have you disappeared too? Mommy I need you!

Grey (that would be me) one eye sorta opening: What?

Little One:  Mommy! I need to pee and the bathroom has disappeared!

Insert visual of blinky,  half opened, do I really have to wake up, eyed Grey right here.

Grey (still moi): What do you mean the bathroom has disappeared?

Little one: I can't see it, it is gone...

Grey: No honey it's not gone, you just can't see it because we lost power from the storm.

Little one: So the storm made it  invisible then?

Grey (a confused moi): No not invisible, you just can't see it because it is so dark.

Little one: Daddy said invisible means something is there but you can't see it. So it is invisible now, can you take me to the bathroom NOW please mommy? I don't know how to find an invisible toilet alone.

Grey: Honey......invisible is different, the bathroom is the same, the same place, you just can't see it because it is really really dark and your not used to that.

Cattleman: Umm Grey?

Grey: Yes.....

Cattleman: Maybe we can get the trip to the bathroom done and work on the concept tomorrow?

Grey: Oooooo Kay...that will be your job as you seem to be a real Bill Nye the science guy...good luck I have the easy job....Hold my hand little one I will take you.

Little One:  Can you wait and  then  take me back to bed because the storm made that invisible too?

Grey with a silly grin on my face thinking about the Cattleman attempting to explain the nuances of invisible: Sure no problem.

A wee update

I just back yesterday from another week of camping with the children.

For some odd reason I can not seem to keep an Internet connection there. It keeps dropping out, which is ODD because I had NO issues last year at all. However this year everytime I go to post or something a cloud (I guess) bops by and bingo bango bongo I lose my connection.. yet again....changes a fun, creative ( might be a stretch) activity into a @#$% rigamarole. :O)


Not that the beach has made me lazy about anything that isn't essential to life and breath...nope it is a failure to communicate with mobile Internet stick.

Because Chocolate is my crack

If you are like Moi and categorize  chocolate as it's very own  food group go here and

Bake this now,

Knock you naked Brownies

I was dubious at first, brownies from a cake mix? who've thunk it? Filling made from  melted Kraft caramels? I'm thunking and groovin it right now, with a cup of tea.

One bite and I was transported to a cloud of chocolate/caramel gooey goodness that rivals....excuse me I hear another cloud of chocolate/caramel gooey goodness calling my name right now....   


This woman can bake.

Not so psychedelic Sunday

Not sure what I need there, but Baby won't you take me to




At the very least could you take this song out of my head....

I let my Mexican drug lord license expire.

Am I still eligible for the free machine gun program?

Classic Iowahawk, nuff said.

Finally some good news

Cattleman went to the Specialist today for a follow up after some tests that have been done.

And the survey says?

Inner Lung cancer- nope

Cancer of the throat- nope

Cancer of the bronchial tubes/voice box- nope

T.B.- nope

C.O.P.D.- nope

Fungal infestation of the lungs-(WTFIT?)  nope

Asbestos Damage- nope

Damage due to exposure to gasses etc over his career.- nope


Now we are just waiting to get the call for his CT Scan. We have been on the list for two months now and we haven't even heard when we might expect an appointment. Probably three to six months more wait. This CT Scan will tell us if he has cancer on the outer portion of the lungs. I asked him tonight if he would like to just jump over the boarder and buy a scan. Here in Canerder we can't buy a scan, it's illegal for a private company to provide this service, so if we want to jump the Q we have to go to the US. We could get an appointment with in days and we would have our hearts and minds at rest with in days instead of worrying if he has the cancer and letting it go untreated  and possibly spread in the Five to Eight months it takes to get an appointment for this important diagnostic tool. He said he didn't think that would be necessary and was confident all will be fine. O.K. but you can change your mind any day you want and we are gone Mr. Stoic.

Now if we could have gotten an MRI or a CT Scan months ago the Cattleman would not have had to have all those other tests and procedures. (which all cost money and take up precious time of hospitals, Doctors and their staff.) But OH NO we can't find the money for more MRI's or CT or PET Scans. That is some expensive shit there. But if my dog had a problem I could buy him a MRI/PET/CT Scan and be booked within two days. WTFIUWT? Does that make any frickin sense to any sane soul out there?

I'll take my good news, yes I am grateful and try not to spoil it with complaining about lack of medical options for humans in this country. We had good news, I expect to continue to have good news,  We will continue to plan and prepare as if we expect bad news.

Hope for the best, plan for the worst and I dare to dream I will never have to implement it.

G'day Australia!

I seem to have a large uptick in hits from Australia, all for this post:

How to survive a snowstorm.

My guess is some school has given this as a school project or something. :O)

Sorry I didn't have exactly what you are looking for but G'day mate and greetings from Canerder eh!

Assault with a deadly nipple.

Some posts I have to write just because I have a great title I can't bare to waste. :O)

When officers tried to get her out of the car, she told them she was a "breastfeeding mother and proceeded to remove her right breast from her dress and began spraying deputies and the vehicle with her breast milk," Sheriff Walter Davis said in a statement.

More police responded, removed Robinette from the car and placed her under arrest
.
Robinette is in custody and faces charges of domestic violence, assault, obstructing official business, resisting arrest and disorderly conduct.

Remember ladies when it comes to the police breast is not always best.

Guess who came for dinner?

A nice quiet Sunday afternoon and voila some of our family made a trip up.

My #2 son and a friend came up for an afternoon drive, walk, swim and dinner.

Senor Super Sperm ( I guess I am going to have to find a new name for him that is a tad more polite) brought my daughter and their daughter for the day, some how through the day Miss Kitty decided,  rationalized,  worried that I just might get tooooooo lonesome up here with out the Cattleman and just small children for company..Senor Super Sperm is going to be working OT all week so she was perfectly free to join me...

Lonesome? I think Miss Kitty  just got nostalgic for the good old days when she spent her summers camping with us. Ummmmm that would have been as long ago as just last year. Well who could resist this wee face?



Certainly not moi..so they are staying for the week.

At the Lake

I have spent the last week or so making lists and then more lists to make sure my initial two week trip to the lake was going to run as smooth as silk. I am usually an pretty organized gal, you kinda have to be when you have as many kids as we have or you'll go nutz tout de suite.

I must confess that I did my usual good job on the food, ingredients, meds, clothing for the critters, animal paraphernalia, right movies, toys, activities for the rest of the family..not too shabby really. Well to be honest, we only got here to our trailer (which we fondly refer to as  "our very own easy bake oven",)  yesterday, we shall see if theory of bringing the right stuff still  holds true in a few days.

One of the things I like best about our camping experience is the nights, the nights where I can do things that I love to do while the critters are all asleep after a busy day at the beach or hiking, the combination of nature, water and sun is a perfect for inducing sleep. All of my children have learned to fall asleep listening to the motor and steady thump thump thump of a sewing machine. I make at least one quilt a summer. I spend the winter planning it (or them) but I spend summer nights, hand  washing, pressing (ironing, an activity I reserve only for weddings and funerals and of course to sew quality quilts or garments one must press, press, press and then press some more) cutting out my pieces and then the most satisfying part: the construction of the top.

This summer I am working on two, possibly three, (no ambition there). One is a very simple straight forward block that should whip up in a jiffy, the fabrics will provide the real visual interest and will not require swearing,  tearing out of hair, super advanced skills. The other one is going to also be rather simple (summer) quilt for our room, but I have decided to hand  applique huge flowers and then outline them with a delicate blanket stitch with silk embroidery threads on every block. This will give me something creative to do with my hands while watching the critters at the beach. If the sun ever shows up here again...My last quilt I am thinking of making is  for a friend for a house warming gift. I went through my stash and I think I have enough left over flannels, plaids, jean type material that just might look nice in the rustic surroundings they live in. This one has not finalized in my brain but it keeps dancing around, calling for attention and nagging at me, so I will have to get more focused and make a final decision on the design.

I forgot my machine..it is currently sitting in my hallway at home all sad and forlorn that it was left behind.

WHAT???????????

Come on that was a lot to pack and it is reasonable that something would be forgotten or left behind. That's O.K. the Cattleman is going home and will be back next Friday after work he can bring it. I'll work on another one while I wait. Right???

Right?????

Wrong................................................................

I forgot the iron.....WHAT????????????

Yup.

Well at least my machine won't be lonely at home waiting, it has the Iron to keep it company.....I hope it isn't steamed at me.

Gotta love this.

This totally appeals to my quirky taste in music. I love the fact that they can make any piece of tripe music sound fan freaking tastic.... think it work even for *gasp* Disco????

Na probably not so much....

Welcome to the Jungle a la not so mello Cello fellos.




H/T No one of any import.

TImes they are a changing

Back in April I published a post about the Cattleman and his disappearing rear end.

I removed it as it was a tad depressing and really very personal. After all why write about a (stranger to you) medical issue, nothing more boring then other's medical issues and at the same time nothing more engrossing then your own family's medical issues. 

Posting has been light as (probably for a short time) I couldn't give  rat's behind about politics, corruption, police outrages, these things will happen regardless of my observance and snarky commentary. T'is the way of the world don't ya know. Evil flourishes, real justice is an ideal that will  never to see the light of day, the world will turn, scammers will churn their tales to fleece the unsuspecting sheeples, good folks will silently go about their business improving the world one heart or soul at a time. These things will happen with or with out my voice added to the cacophony.

OMG! I can not believe I spelt cacophony correctly! It's a miracle I tells ya! A miracle!

Alright back to my point (and yes I promise I do sort of have one,) seems the focus of this blog just might be changing. Previously I have avoided talking about my family in any depth as their stories are theirs, not just mine but as time goes by I have decided that I am going to have to revise my decision.

So if you are interested in continuing your visits to a blog about a peri-menopausal anxiety ridden weirdly opinionated woman, who has 8 children,  who is faced with the possible mortality of her life long mate, who has loved her blessed life, but forced to make some life long changes.

You are in the right place........

Paramilitary police state on parade

A music Video. Warning graphic language and visuals.

Don't let the door.....

Oh my lord love a duck finally!

This ha-ho (as my youngest would pronounce it) decides to pretend he understands what has folks upset   and resigns.



Bye bye pervert? No mincing of words there eh?

Sweet.......and take your friends, like Barbara Wawa (and the  media party apoligists) who thought that the V (little blue pill)  made ya do it...puuuuuuleeeeease....take her with you.

Have you ever.....

Have you ever hidden something in such a great safe place, a place that no one else will think to look, felt so confident in it, over time you never had to worry if it was safe and then when you go to get it?  You can't exactly remember where it is?


Na me neither.....but if you have..... don't do that again. OK?

Not so psychedelic sunday...

Oh my Lord love a duck!

Until this fine morning I didn't even know that I knew the words to this  maudlin, pain in the membrane, never liked you in the first place, song.



Begone vile tormentor.


Apparently rent in my brain is not at a premium these days.....sigh.

Competing Neurosis

What happens when we have two people who live together but they have certain idiosyncratic habits that are not always conducive to smooth sailing?????

This morning we are attempting to get to our summer place. I being slightly  germ/bug a phobic flick on the dishwasher before we get in the vehicles to depart.

Cattleman: What are you doing?

Grey (Moi): Turning on the dish washer, I am not leaving dishes for two or three days gross...

Cattleman: I am not leaving that thing running while we are gone, what if something goes wrong? Fire.

Insert visual of blinky eyed Grey right here.

Grey (still moi): But I run the thing while we are asleep..

Cattleman: Different thing all together.

Grey: Different?

Cattleman: Yup completely different.

Grey: How?

Cattleman: It is and I am not leaving until it is finished.

Grey (again moi): I guess I shouldn't mention that I also put a load in the dryer which I forgot yesterday then?

So we wait........

Because every child is a unique gift

Something like a snowflake.

A conversation in my front yard on a bright sun shiny day.

Little man: Moooooooom!

Grey (that would be moi)weeding garden: Yes?????????

Little man: Can you...(stops abruptly and walks towards me)...oh Mommy, your hair is so beautiful (he states with a tone of utter appreciation or awe and starts patting my head)

Insert visual of blinky eyed Grey right about here.

Grey (Moi again): Well thank you, but I didn't do anything special..

Little man: The sun is making your "Christmas hair" sparkle and be shiny.

Grey (still moi): Errrr ......... thank you. Now what did you want?

Note to self: chose hair colour and dye as soon as possible.

50 years ago in music history

This song was released by Mr. Ben E King:



Man that was some good stuff.  No?

A day to celebrate.

Today the Cattleman started back on days.

All the children had someplace to be and I, wonder of wonders, had HOURS all to myself. It was tres strange and tres wonderful. I thought about all the house work I could get done with no little feet underneath, all the laundry I could get finished, the sewing pile, the baking, the bread, the cooking, the everything that was waiting for me.

I did none of it.

I feel so deliciously decadent, I took a bath with out a single interruption, even brought a book in with me while Calgon took me way. I toweled  off and then hopped into the van and drove to the "bestest" chip wagon (with in twenty or so miles) and ate greasy fries with malt vinegar and sea salt. I got to eat allllll I wanted, while it was still hot, can you imagine, and didn't share a single one, not even with the dogs. When the phone rang I *gasp* chose not to answer it. Did you know that was even an option???? Who knew that?


 I feel great......I hope you all had a great day today too...tomorrow back to the real world and I'm ok with that.

Happenins......

Very busy weekend around here.

Number One son, the car mechanic, came over yesterday to tune up our vehicles, change some tires from winter to summer, replace the Cattleman's brakes. He of course brought his 5 year lady love with for dinner and they announced:  Finally he proposed to her and he is going to make an honest woman of her next summer. Great news!  We love her and can't wait to see her officially become part of the family. Not that there was ever any question of her qualifications on acceptance in this crazy family, her family is, dare I say, even weirder (to us) then we are, still she is a gem.

Number two son, the one I used to stay up at night and worry about has made giant leaps in maturity (losing the woman of your dreams because you act like a dickhead periodically can do that don't cha know) has started a business and already he has folks standing in line looking to get him to work for them. He is definitely one of those types that has issues taking orders from others and needs to be the boss. I wonder where he gets that from she asks innocently......I am so proud of his complete turn around the last 6 months.

Oldest daughter found out she is walking in her mother's footsteps and having Irish twins. Don't know what Irish twins are? Irish twins are when you have two babies in the space of one year. Apparently we of Irish ( yes I know I usually tout my crazy Welsh side but me Da was Irish) lineage are famous for this....I think I will have a serious talk with her about how their method of birth control does not actually work for them and need to reconsider other methods...Ya think? Still not super excited by Senor Super Sperm, but then I'm not the one he has to please.  I still maintain that if he was just a friend of one of my boys I would be like him just fine...still a boy, not yet a man.....I know the Cattleman is still hoping that SSS will fall off the face of the planet if he ignores him long enough, better to revise that strategy honey! Apparently not gonna happen.   :O)

Heh.....

Conversation over the phone this morning.

Older Daughter: Mom? Does  that bed you bought for me in my room  have to stay at your house or is it mine and I can use it here?

Grey (that would be moi) : Well let me see now, have you ever taken your bed with you when you did sleep overs before?

Older Daughter: Ummmmm noooooooo.......

Grey ( moi again); Then I guess it stays here then.

Older Daughter (puffing out a loud breath): Fine...I gotta go...call ya later.

Grey (still moi): Yup later..love ya.

This conversation results in this song  racing round me head, not that the song really fits the circumstances to a "T" .  But this particular brain on this particular day doesn't know any better. Tis stuck on repeat.....Silly old brain. :O)

Ouch!

Parenting is not a popularity race, I have to keep reminding myself that I need to let them go and let the cosmos work on some of my adult (ish) children.

It is very hard to watch them make mistakes that can have lifelong repercussions.  I still have to force myself  let go and let them make those mistakes. But I don't want to........she says stamping her little size five feet.

No Grey to the rescue, no Cattleman to the rescue, no interfering...Ouch this is against my basic controlling nature, it's killing me inside..but my hands, not my heart are now off. Sink or swim my child,  we will always  love ya.....

My old Welsh Granny used to say

If you don't have anything nice to say......keep it behind your teeth.

Now that is sage advice for navigating at the office or a family get together. But when it comes to blogging? Ummmmm not so much.  Apparently that leaves with Grey (that would be moi) not much to write about.

This past week or so has been a self imposed test of my blogging broadcasting system. Dang.............. I'm a negative Nellie...who knew? You did?

Well I tried and I kept to it and I this post is not a betrayal of that mission;

I'm at the lake, sitting in my very own easy bake oven, ( our summer place) in shorts, after 12 days straight of cold ( 13/15 degree days) Rain rain rain rain rain and then some more grey cold days of rain. The sun shone, the kids were able to play at the water's edge, we hiked on forest's paths, we felt the warmth and joy of sunshine on our faces. It is miraculous, wonderful, beautiful, perfect day. Yes there are lots of black flies and scitters nibbling on our noses, but it was not Jack frost and I'm good with that. :O)

Praise the Lord and pass the Calamine....Let the fun  living outdoors begin!

I have pictures, but no USB cable for the camera with me....Oh and that self imposed silence of the cranky? Over, I am what I am...and frankly, I'm good with that too.

Quarantine has left the building!!!

As of Monday the quarantine on our home has been lifted!

Yippee we are human beings worthy of interaction again.

Took us a while to convince the medical officials that the Cattleman did not have T.B. He's from Quebec, everyone tests positive for TB.

What a mess we are in, the washing machine broke on day two  and because of the Cattleman's condition we could not in all good conscience get a repairman in to fix it. I feel like I am drowning in  laundry. You have no idea how much laundry a family this size can generate, it's a lot. Like really a looooooooooot.

Good news is my eldest  daughter  is coming to stay for a few days her sole reason is to let us soak up the missed grand baby scents and to get the laundry to a manageable level.

Sending the Cattleman off for the weekend to open up our summer place. He can rest, be the lone combatant of the mouse wars on behalf of his queen, (that would be moi) clean up any mousy intruder's evidence, get the place up and running at his leisure.

Here I have put out a call to family that we require their presence to get the place ship shape. You know all those spring jobs, landscaping, mowing, fence fixing,  tree removal issues that come up every spring??? Ya all those kinda jobs.

My plan is to have it all done when he comes home. Surprise, several items off your list honey...

Song stuck in my head

I'm hoping I can drop it here and then finally pack it in for the night.

\


I'm a  wee bit confused as to why  this rendition is stuck in my head, as the announcement that Buddy Guy was going to be jamming (within 100 kms of me) this summer that brought this song to mind in the first place.

Insert visual of blinky eyed Grey here...The brain is a powerful thing to waste....

The False Majority

Grrrrr Will this election ever really end? Will the spin ever really end?

I think not.

Lets take Elizabeth May for example. The Darling of the Greens who got their very first seat in the house.

Elizabeth won the Saanich - Gulf Island riding with 46.25% of the vote. That means that 53.74% of the people didn't want her to be their faithful ruler representative. But we have first past the post and the reality is she is legally able to disgrace  Parliament at her leisure.

But Ms. May is not happy taking her ill gotten gains and be done with it, No not our ballsy gal, she rejects the Conservative Majority on the grounds that they did not get over 50% of the popular vote:

May said she was disappointed by what she called the Conservatives' false majority, and vowed to fight for electoral change.

As a matter of fact I just caught Ms. May on T.V. spouting the same ridiculous argument how unfair it was and it needed to be changed to proportional representation or some such nonsense. Which means that individuals that NOBODY actually voted for would get to sit in the house. Her theory is since her party got 3% of the votes nationally she should have 3% of the seats in the house. Sweet forcing folks to accept people that even their locals realized weren't ready for prime time and rejected. . Of course we only hear this kinda of nonsense when folks don't get what they think they are entitled to. 

She said: "I will never shrink from speaking truth to power, nor will I embrace the politics of spin.

How about this Lizzy? Put your principles where your mouth is and resign your seat because you did NOT get the majority of votes in your riding. Your riding win is a  "false win" using your logic. Ms. May if you had one once of self respect, or actually believed that tripe you spout you would quit in protest. Ms. May, be a shinning example to the multitudes,  Don't be a hypocrite, just quit.

You got this politics and spin thing down pretty good already don't ya girl friend?

Let me know when it's really over.....

Oddly no news reports

about the spontaneous discombobulations or heads exploding  (although I thought Craig Oliver was gonna cry or his eye was going to fall out at one point) upon learning that  those right wing nutbars are taking over the world..insert maniacal laugh track here.

Jeepers what a bunch of maroons...

Listen up ladies they are not going to take away your right to flush your children dans la toilet , you will not be denied the vote or equal opportunity to slave so you can pay taxes, they are not gonna have soldiers on the streets, in your town, yup right here in good ole Canerder policing your every thought and move, ( Why bother that has been done already by Trudeau, may he rot in hell, the Progressive Superior Liberal leader, that's just so 70's don't cha think?) they are not going to all of a sudden be handing out hand guns to every Tom, Dick and Henrietta so your women/children can be raped and subjugated to their will.

And do you wanna know why?

Because they are POLITICIANS and all POLITICIANS live to rule another day, they don't need to enslave you because they have already done it and they don't think short term, they think loooooooooooooooooong term, as in a dynasty at the trough loooooooooong term.

Just in case you haven't noticed, tomorrow the sun will rise...again as par usual and then suddenly there will come another tomorrow and a thousand tomorrows after that in which these scary, hidden agenda, right wing. knuckle dragging, climate disruption deniers will again have to face you the electorate. Gonna happen pretty much like clock work.You will have anotherr chance to pick your (and mine by extension) rulers.

Ya you, the Bozos that think that democracy is a fair and just system so you can force your wishes upon others who aren't interested in being foisted upon (well it's for the good of the children or the betterment of society as a whole)...well fair and just until ya all lose..then its all bets are are off....I have babies with more sophisticated thought process for goodness sakes...

I blame Bush. Lets all blame bush.




Now go forth and have a nice day.

So let me get this straight...

The man who can't tell the difference between a medical facility  and a Triad run "Cat-house" is the only man that can save health care? Seriously?

Good morning, can I help you?

To the person who has made repeated return extended trips to my blog, yes I'm talking to you "Landers" dear.

I can see from the topics that you use for search words that you might be looking for dirt or gotcha moment for some bizarre reason. Searches as the following:

Palin

Bush

Republicans

Gay

Muslims

Conservatives

Some 30 different searches. Ya didn't find anything racist now did ya? No homophobic remarks, No rah rah vis boom bah Bush love in, no Palin love in, no anti abortion rants, no religious fanatic rantings either,  no knuckle dragging, mouth breathing idiocy to be found here sweety, how very disappointing for you.

Why not just come out and ASK me what ya want to know? I'm an honest gal I'll point you in the right direction,

I don't like the high level of taxation. Check.

I have little patience for Dino "victimization" Feminists that are out of touch with today's woman and our real challenges. Check.

I look upon alllllll politicians of every political persuasion with suspicion. Check.

I like to point out when police over step themselves, abuse their special powers and treat the population like sheep that are dispensable and need to be kept in their place. Check.

Don't be shy ask away......

My Lord love a duck...

Britain is no more. This from the land of the stiff upper lip, the people that gave Hitler the middle finger and refused to cower or be humbled by the blitzkrieg.

The spokesman said a 34-year-old man was arrested on suspicion of causing harassment, alarm or distress under section 4a of the Public Order Act 1986.

Oh dear da dear dear me, what exactly did this lowbrow racist thug do to illict arrest and all this hoopla? Why he sang this during one of his sets at a bar.




OK it is disco, a blight, a dark stain upon the musical landscape but come on now.

Seriously?

But after one of the passers-by reported his routine on Sunday afternoon, Mr Ledger was arrested on suspicion of racially aggravated harassment.
‘We were performing Kung Fu Fighting, as we do during all our sets,’ he said.
‘People of all races were loving it.  Chinese people have never been offended by it before.
‘But this lad walking past with his mum started swearing at us and making obscene hand gestures before taking a picture on his mobile phone.
'We hadn’t even seen them when we started the song. He must have phoned the police.’
Officers later called Mr Ledger while he was eating in a Chinese restaurant to arrange a meeting.
The singer assumed it was a prank – but he was later arrested and is still under investigation.

Well now someone needs to alret David Geffen, Steven Spielberg and Jeffery Katzenberg what rascist dogs they are.




Thank you Great Granny and Great Grandpa for hauling your behinds on a boat and leaving....

Planning ahead works.

Jeepers I hope this is true:

Reverend Phelps and his gang of folks, that give lawyers and Democrats  a baaaaaaaaaaad name, attempted to protest at yet another soldier's funeral.

Didn't exactly work out as planned.

Rankin County handled this thing perfectly. There were many things that were put into place that most will never know about and at great expense to the county.
Most of the morons never made it out of their hotel parking lot. It seems that certain Rankin county pickup trucks were parked directly behind any car that had Kansas plates in the hotel parking lot and the drivers mysteriously disappeared until after the funeral was over. Police were called but their wrecker service was running behind and it was going to be a few hours before they could tow the trucks so the Kansas plated cars could get out.
A few made it to the funeral but were ushered away to be questioned about a crime they might have possibly been involved in. Turns out, after a few hours of questioning, that they were not involved and they were allowed to go on about their business.

Except for a wee assault, multiple cases of  forcible confinement and the extended questioning of folks with out probable cause, pesky legal details, (you know me always sweating the small stuff)   I really hope that more folks take it upon themselves to be non-violently proactive in stopping these nut jobs from disturbing the mourning of these grieving  families.

Creeping Facebook...

Here is a great summer job to have folks. Creeping facebook for Police agencies.

Pays pretty good to according to one of my nieces who was at an interview and has friends who work there already.

Her job, should she chose  to accept it, will be to creep facebook alllll day long to check for dumb bunnies who post their illegal activities on facebook. From the big stuff all the way down , who's growing pot in the garden, fights/assaults on  videos and photos of drug use, to illegal "raves" & "Bush Parties", log it  (depending on severity or time sensitivity of info, perhaps even notify a supervisor) screen catch it and it will be forwarded to the proper agency. Sweet job eh?

But most folks only let their friends access I retorted.

Well (she replied) it is not hard to set up fake profiles and get  folks to accept ya, everybody accepts just about everybody especially if you put the same school or play the same games or get ther friends to accept you. Most folks are stupid and naive.

Well how do you know who to creep?

Search engine: Facebook. keywords of criminal activity. But really once you get a "live one" the trail from one friend to the other can keep you rather busy. Apparently you get regulars after a while that you use to find others.

Disgusting.... Facebook is not your friend.

More grope my children please!

You knew it was only a matter of time, now if this guy had only kept his activities at the office ( where they belong) it would be totally legal.

A passenger screener at Philadelphia International Airport is facing charges that he distributed more than 100 images of child pornography via Facebook, records show.
Federal agents also allege that Transportation Safety Administration Officer Thomas Gordon Jr. of Philadelphia, who routinely searched airline passengers, uploaded explicit pictures of young girls to an Internet site on which he also posted a photograph of himself in his TSA uniform.
Homeland Security agents arrested the TSA officer March 24, and he is being held without bail.
Although the case was unsealed Thursday, neither the indictment nor the news release mentioned Gordon's job searching airline passengers for TSA.

No mention  if the "sexually explicit" photos were copies of scans of  the children he taken during his time at work.  (that would be keeping you and I safe from brown folks with bombs strapped to their hemorrhoids)

TSA the new job destination for Peddos now that folks have cottoned on to that whole Catholic Priest mess. Dream job, getting paid to take nude pictures of little kids and patting them down, all in a professional manner of course....


All I can add to this whole TSA nonsense, is being a Canadian, I'm going to keep my Family (and my above par money $$$$$$$$) at home, your pre-sky check is waaaay to friendly for me and mine.

Another Boot to the head....

Lesson number one children, Don't video tape your betters, they don't like it, it's disrespectful or something...

Crooks said he now regrets not telling the officer that he was in fact standing in his own driveway. His realizes his response seemed cheeky, but he said the officer made him nervous.
Colling walks toward Crooks, his left hand raised.
"Turn that off for me," Colling orders.
"Why do I have to turn it off?'' Crooks responds. "I'm perfectly within my legal rights to be able to do this."
The officer repeats the command several times; each time Crooks reiterates his right to film.
"You don't live here," Colling says, now close to Crooks.
"I do live here!"
"You don't live here, dude."
"I just said I live here!"
As Crooks backs away, Colling grabs him by the shoulder and throws him down. On the ground, Crooks grabs the camera and turns it toward his face.
Colling's leg then enters the video frame. Crooks says he believes that was the kick that broke his nose.
The video doesn't show it, but it the camera records Crook screaming. He said that's when Colling was punching his face.
"Shut up!" Colling yells. "Stop resisting!"
'A WORLD OF HURT'

Lesson number two children: Now remember kids please don't resist the nice officer when he is kicking your face or punching you, he might get upset with you, that creates stress that must be further relieved upon your person.

Every child is a unique gift

something lke a snowflake.

This is my 7 year old daughter's new favorite movie:



Her "bestest birthday present ever" this year was a kid sized frying pan, she even takes it to bed ( we manage to persuade her to leave it in the van when we go out, just in case she forgets it somewhere.). The fry-pan is Rapunzel's weapon of choice.  Rapunzel is a Sampson like character who's magical powers are generated by her uncut hair.

While going through her scrapbook she noticed the lock of golden baby hair tucked into a vellum envelope.

Little One:  Mommy you took away my magic when you cut my hair! Did you know what you were doing? You shouldn't have done that!!!!!

Insert visual of blnky eyed Grey right here.

Grey: Now Little One you have to understand that the movie about Rapunzel is not real.

Little One , who takes EVERYTHING literally:  Mommy of course it is real, we even saw it together, so the DVD is REAL! I'll go get it and show you it s real.

Grey, changing strategy on the fly:  I know that the DVD is real, but the story isn't real, it's a fairy tale.

Little One: Mommy! Of course the story is real, you even used to read me that story! Don't you remember?

Grey stepping carefully : Yes, but that story was pretend..

Little One: It's not pretend, because we have a real book about it, I can even go get it and read it to you.

Grey getting blinky eyed again,the reality of her understanding dawning on me: Now Little One...

Little One: Mommy! I'm tired of explaining real to you when you should know that, your grown up!

Grey making a hasty retreat while I formulate a REAL plan to explain real and pretend: We will talk about this again another time.

Little One: O.K. but I don't know what else to say to get you to understand.....

Oh brother.........

Listen up Peeps!

In the Spring it becomes apparent (to moi at least) that mankind is forever tragically divided into to two differing categories of thought and purpose. The rest of the year I am able to push this disturbing truth aside like any other confrontation avoidance, self medicating,  fragile psyche.

Folks are (so misguided, so sadly mislead, a product of EVILLLLLL American indoctrination, so in need of proper taste bud re-education, all fluff and no substance, please send money so we can save them from themselves)  this:




A peeps sweet fan. Oh the humanity!     :O(

I know but someone had to come out and  finally put the truth on the plate! It's just all so very tragic really, because it all could be so easily avoided, Kids, just say no to peeps when you are handed the first one, be strong!

Or you are with the RIGHT thinking, tasteful (and dare I say) hip and  elite majority.




A Spring time treat that has..solid....ummm...er...real substance to it. like chocolate!

Time to pick sides and join the revolution of perfect taste and unseat these puffy peeper posers! Eggers unite!

Vive la Egger nation!!!!!!