Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The Princess








This is our darling little girl, GiGi, short for Good Girl. She is a Mommy's girl but she is 100% Daddy's Princess. She loves to cuddle with him and there is nothing like Beagle love to help heal a heart. It has been wonderful watching the return of youth to Winston our Airedale. It was good to see his smile return after a romp outside with GiGi.

Things seem a little more like home with GiGi around the house. Even if it means destroyed socks, chewed pieces of sticks and toy stuffing in the corners, I still wouldn't have it any other way.

Solar Hell Sneak Preview





This is a couple of pictures for Scribble. The first one is the view of the two heaters, Popcan heater with the black arm coming from it and the water heater. The second picture is a close up of the popcan heater. Hubby can give you all the details, I'm still waiting to see if they work. My doubtful nature keeps me from getting over enthusiastic over is projects.

Friday, November 06, 2009

Good and Bad

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.

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.