Things are quiet for the moment. I'm not sure how long it will last. We have a new addition to the family. She has dark brown eyes, soft floppy ears, long legs that were meant for speed and an attitude that is all Beagle. She is nothing like our last Beagle but she is all that and more. She is such a sweetheart and boy, does she have Hubby wrapped around her little paw. She had him at hello. I must say she had me well before that. Its a weird story as to how she came to be but it is sufficient to say, she needed us and we definitely needed her.
Two days after our girl arrived, we received news that my husband's brother had been killed in an accident driving home from work. We had to head North for the funeral and the drive felt longer than usual. We stayed in a lovely hotel which gave us much needed respit. We had our little girl with us as we couldn't leave her behind as she was just beginning to bond with us. (According to Hubby) She was a ray of light in a very dark spot. She made Hubby laugh and smile where I was unable to. She was an absolute angel during the funeral service and at the open house later on. It was rough going up there but now that we are home the mourning, grieving and healing begins. But at least our little girl gave Hubby a head start.
Uh oh...its starting to wake up. This means I'll spend the next two hours rescuing the old boys from the young pup. I think the Airedale is waiting until she grows up to decide whether or not he will like her. Yeah time to go, she is staring at me expectantly with a stuffy hanging from her mouth.
Yeah...she definitely fits.
Friday, November 06, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Just Talkin' Turkey
This is going to be an odd statement for October but the snow is almost gone which means we can get out and get the yard ready for winter. It makes more sense if you lived here. I'm just thankful that Thanksgiving is over.
Speaking of which, Artist I warned ya. It not bad enough that Artist likes to scare me with stories of instant coffee or second-day-old coffee that she has rewarmed. This year, I dared not venture into her kitchen on Thanksgiving Day. Now bearing in mind she was feeding teenagers and their boyfriends (Who may be still under the impression that all food groups are in the shape of tubes made of pasta and bright orange) as well as she had just returned from two weeks of dog-sitting but still....A PRE-STUFFED TURKEY?!?! That is my biggest pet-peeve next to Meal in a Bag. Then she tells me she bought packaged gravy. I was already dizzy and feeling light-headed at the thought of the pre-stuffed turkey but to hit with that nearly sent me over the edge. Then she announced that the veggies were organic. That gave me a little hope that she was joking about the turkey but nope, Artist wasn't. If Artist couldn't cook, I would forgive her, but I know what that woman can do in the kitchen and she can cook. She can also bake but she doesn't want to let that secret out of the bag. I didn't ask about her dessert. There was some talk of a instant chocolate pudding pie...I left it at that. There are some things I just don't want to know. Especially after the pre-stuffed turkey.
We are only two weeks away from opening night for our latest production Nunsense. The cast is amazingzingzing. For the amount of time and work the have had to put in, in the short amount of duration for this play, they are one talented group. Its not just the singing, its the choreography of the dance steps and then there is the acting directions called blocking on top of that. Some people think we just go out there and do our thing but they do not see the amount of work these people put in. And we are just on the ameture level. I would hate to think what the pros are like.
Not only are we insane enough to volunteer, we are insane enough to continue even when our lives are torn apart. Our one cast member is a lovely, vibrant woman who is the minister of the United Church in the middle of town. Where the church is located, that plot of land has always held a church since the late 1800's. Not anymore. Some one or some thing burned it down the other night. The fire was so intense that the only thing the firefighters could do was watch it burn while keeping it contained. The Lutheran Church was the following night. Our town is upset, angry and shocked. There were rumors of the Catholic Church setting up guards to protect their church. But that aside, guess who showed up for rehearsal. Yep and she was even smiling and laughing. We were polite and asked her how soon it was to start cracking jokes. She said it had already begun and we were late. I hate it when that happens.
Speaking of which, Artist I warned ya. It not bad enough that Artist likes to scare me with stories of instant coffee or second-day-old coffee that she has rewarmed. This year, I dared not venture into her kitchen on Thanksgiving Day. Now bearing in mind she was feeding teenagers and their boyfriends (Who may be still under the impression that all food groups are in the shape of tubes made of pasta and bright orange) as well as she had just returned from two weeks of dog-sitting but still....A PRE-STUFFED TURKEY?!?! That is my biggest pet-peeve next to Meal in a Bag. Then she tells me she bought packaged gravy. I was already dizzy and feeling light-headed at the thought of the pre-stuffed turkey but to hit with that nearly sent me over the edge. Then she announced that the veggies were organic. That gave me a little hope that she was joking about the turkey but nope, Artist wasn't. If Artist couldn't cook, I would forgive her, but I know what that woman can do in the kitchen and she can cook. She can also bake but she doesn't want to let that secret out of the bag. I didn't ask about her dessert. There was some talk of a instant chocolate pudding pie...I left it at that. There are some things I just don't want to know. Especially after the pre-stuffed turkey.
We are only two weeks away from opening night for our latest production Nunsense. The cast is amazingzingzing. For the amount of time and work the have had to put in, in the short amount of duration for this play, they are one talented group. Its not just the singing, its the choreography of the dance steps and then there is the acting directions called blocking on top of that. Some people think we just go out there and do our thing but they do not see the amount of work these people put in. And we are just on the ameture level. I would hate to think what the pros are like.
Not only are we insane enough to volunteer, we are insane enough to continue even when our lives are torn apart. Our one cast member is a lovely, vibrant woman who is the minister of the United Church in the middle of town. Where the church is located, that plot of land has always held a church since the late 1800's. Not anymore. Some one or some thing burned it down the other night. The fire was so intense that the only thing the firefighters could do was watch it burn while keeping it contained. The Lutheran Church was the following night. Our town is upset, angry and shocked. There were rumors of the Catholic Church setting up guards to protect their church. But that aside, guess who showed up for rehearsal. Yep and she was even smiling and laughing. We were polite and asked her how soon it was to start cracking jokes. She said it had already begun and we were late. I hate it when that happens.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Detour Ends, Road to Solar Hell Ahead.
Silly me, I thought the road to Solar Hell had finally made a turn off back into the highways of everyday life. Nope. I was sooooo wrong. It was only a detour while the wood workshop was being built. I should have known with the solar popcan heater and solar water heater beside the first contraption perched on its roof. Looking out the back window is like looking at beacon for the UFOs to make contact. That with the flickering solar garden lights in the middle of winter, we should definitely be making conversation with Venus by mid-January.
Sitting on our antique dining room table, on top of the antique tapestry is a huge solar panel. Its lovely. Its big and black. Its the neon blinking sign that tells me, the detour is over and now I'm back on the road to Solar Hell. What fun! There was another little device thingy too that my mind went blank on as Hubby tried to explain what it was for. Something to do with the monitoring of the power, any way its all a blur as we speed along.
Artist wasn't home to lend her sympathetic ear (while she eyes up what Hubby is doing). I think I'll go to my mother's. I can drown my sorrows in home-made granola and a coffee. Mom should make things better, mind you this was the woman who wanted to give her husband a solar pop can heater kit for Christmas. At least there will be granola to console myself with.
Sitting on our antique dining room table, on top of the antique tapestry is a huge solar panel. Its lovely. Its big and black. Its the neon blinking sign that tells me, the detour is over and now I'm back on the road to Solar Hell. What fun! There was another little device thingy too that my mind went blank on as Hubby tried to explain what it was for. Something to do with the monitoring of the power, any way its all a blur as we speed along.
Artist wasn't home to lend her sympathetic ear (while she eyes up what Hubby is doing). I think I'll go to my mother's. I can drown my sorrows in home-made granola and a coffee. Mom should make things better, mind you this was the woman who wanted to give her husband a solar pop can heater kit for Christmas. At least there will be granola to console myself with.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Thoughts
It's been a while since my last post. Things have been up and down lately. I'm back on the tumultuous waters of my emotions and its been pretty hard to surf the waves. I think my surf board is unbalanced but then everything as of late has been. My therapist keeps reminding me how far I have come. Some days it just doesn't feel like it.
I can't get angry like a normal person. Now how a normal person gets angry I have no idea but its safe to say its not like me. When I get angry now I have to go through a mental check list in my head to see if its warranted. While this happens I start to shake, then I start to peel back and make sure my anger has not been triggered by some underlining cause. I have a two minute delay while I try to absorb things. Its the mis-firing of the brain that causes problems in this scenario because the thought waves are jumping from one thing to another, now this is all in conjunction with figuring out if this is something that has been triggered. As you can see this is all very confusing and to go through it, its even more so.
For example, I was in a situation on holidays, that if I complained to my husband about the situation, I would have been accused of "Going Bipolar", but as I sat there, I realised that I did not have to listen to a vulgar conversation by an employee of the restaurant while I waited for my dinner. It took a minute or two for me to figure out, but then I excused myself from the table and I complained to the owner of the establishment. Afterwards I felt better because the situation had been resolved and there were not any other triggers involved. I still shook like a drink mixer but that is par for the course. If the owner had dismissed me it would have lead to underlining triggers that would have exploded and then Hubby could have accused me of going "Bipolar".
Hubby tries to understand. But I think some days he has Bipolar mixed up with retarded. Please excuse the phrase but it is apt in this scenario. For some reason he needs to reach out and grab things from me while I am in the middle of changing or fixing it. He for some reason will not wait until I have asked or handed it to him. I don't get it, but then I am supposed to be able to wrap my mind around mortgage and bank rates with accrued interest. Yeah...okay...So some days, like I said are a little rougher than others. Actually its more like some minutes are better than others 'cause in my world its a guess either way as to what I will be feeling like at two in the afternoon.
On the other hand it can't be easy for him never knowing what he is coming home to or what is going to pick up the phone when he calls. Most days he lucks out with the gamble, but every once in a while he gets the "Bipolar Bitch" or the "Weepy Whiner" either on is not good. Usually the "BB" is frustrated with something and is trying to control it. The "WW" is where the frustration is overwhelming and can't be coped with. One is manic, the other depressive. I have no middle ground. Which is why as you can see some people opt for the meds to help find and stay on that middle ground.
On the other hand, life would be far more boring for Hubby and I did promise him, he would never be bored with me.
I can't get angry like a normal person. Now how a normal person gets angry I have no idea but its safe to say its not like me. When I get angry now I have to go through a mental check list in my head to see if its warranted. While this happens I start to shake, then I start to peel back and make sure my anger has not been triggered by some underlining cause. I have a two minute delay while I try to absorb things. Its the mis-firing of the brain that causes problems in this scenario because the thought waves are jumping from one thing to another, now this is all in conjunction with figuring out if this is something that has been triggered. As you can see this is all very confusing and to go through it, its even more so.
For example, I was in a situation on holidays, that if I complained to my husband about the situation, I would have been accused of "Going Bipolar", but as I sat there, I realised that I did not have to listen to a vulgar conversation by an employee of the restaurant while I waited for my dinner. It took a minute or two for me to figure out, but then I excused myself from the table and I complained to the owner of the establishment. Afterwards I felt better because the situation had been resolved and there were not any other triggers involved. I still shook like a drink mixer but that is par for the course. If the owner had dismissed me it would have lead to underlining triggers that would have exploded and then Hubby could have accused me of going "Bipolar".
Hubby tries to understand. But I think some days he has Bipolar mixed up with retarded. Please excuse the phrase but it is apt in this scenario. For some reason he needs to reach out and grab things from me while I am in the middle of changing or fixing it. He for some reason will not wait until I have asked or handed it to him. I don't get it, but then I am supposed to be able to wrap my mind around mortgage and bank rates with accrued interest. Yeah...okay...So some days, like I said are a little rougher than others. Actually its more like some minutes are better than others 'cause in my world its a guess either way as to what I will be feeling like at two in the afternoon.
On the other hand it can't be easy for him never knowing what he is coming home to or what is going to pick up the phone when he calls. Most days he lucks out with the gamble, but every once in a while he gets the "Bipolar Bitch" or the "Weepy Whiner" either on is not good. Usually the "BB" is frustrated with something and is trying to control it. The "WW" is where the frustration is overwhelming and can't be coped with. One is manic, the other depressive. I have no middle ground. Which is why as you can see some people opt for the meds to help find and stay on that middle ground.
On the other hand, life would be far more boring for Hubby and I did promise him, he would never be bored with me.
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