On Monday, Addled and his fellow team member and bandmate, from the "Wickersham Brothers", took the children to the Science Centre in Toronto. It was a good male bonding day for them, and the kidlets had a great time. The band, although it has members, does not have any instruments, and have not practiced. They sound awesome though.I think I might just get one of those harnesses for Addled, just for kicks. Addled is showing off his calf definition and his J-Lo. Heeehee.

Here they are. It was Mars Attacks.

I just checked my stats. . .there are some really weird people out there. "f*&% tube", impetago, croce tube, breastfeeding seven year olds, stink tube, all sorts of weird combos.

It was a long day. First day "out", and right now, I am pretty pooped. We went to my in-laws in beautiful Bayfield, and picked up our pug. She was actually happy to see me. We had a lovely lunch on their deck, and then we had to go get some hamster supplies.

So I wandered around Walmart, and found some hamster bits and some pine shavings. Walmart. . .it was like a freakin' vacation. I do not frequent Walmart like some of the locals do. Yet, it was exciting to actually be out of the house in a germy, busy environment.

I also picked up some of that "green" cleaner made by Clorox. I forget the name of it right now, but it sure as hell isn't "green" by my standards. I didn't even look at the ingredients while I was there, and I really should have. Regardless, I did buy some of those blue thing that you stick in the back of your toilet, which probably are not environmentally friendly either. A lazy man's way of keeping the toilet clean from my stand point, but I really don't feel like scrubbing.

Drove home, and reunited the pug with the big guns. They were so happy to see each other, the only issue was when the pug decided to sniff Onyx's bum, and then Wookie got a little agitated, as if it was insulting.

Addled, took the pug outside, unfortunately, some dingleshnitz decided not to poop and scoop, left a runny calling card in our yard and the blasted pug rolled in it. So, Addled took a shower with the pug and had to soap her down. As I reached in to try and towel her off, she had a hissy fit and actually tried to fight me off with her remaining teeth. She wanted to revel in the shower with Addled.

Addled has bought a Subaru, we pick it up on Thursday, it's the 2001 Outback model. He is pretty happy with it, and it balances gas mileage with safety. It's a standard, so, I will not be driving it very much, even though I learned on a standard, I always end up having to stop on a hill, and I get the nose sweats. I think we will drive it up to the cottage this weekend.

Not too much new here, I think I will take a few pictures of my bumper crop of hollyhocks tomorrow, and I finally have an appointment for my first real massage. I cannot wait, I am really looking forward to it. One hour of bliss.

This site makes me want to throw up. It angers me that the tragic and senseless murder of Tim McLean Jr, has a person trying to make this out as a Canadian vs American debate. There are three sides to every story, and to reduce it to what she has written is absolute crap. I have a lot more to say on this issue, but at the moment, I am speechless because of the audacity of the article and some of the comments. Here is a run down of what happened with witness accounts: http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/LAC.20080801.DEATH01/TPStory/National/?pageRequested=1

Here is what she had to say:
http://www.debbieschlussel.com/archives/2008/08/about_that_behe.html

Holy doodle, the hamster that Gibbles brought home sure does have a good bite. I almost lost my finger to the little turd. I was absolutely shocked, none of my hamsters growing up bit me. Oh well, he had a rough day, travel, and all.

My brother used my spine-o-matic, and thought that there should be a suit made out of it. He was drooling by the time he got off the chair.

This is my online thank you, some of you have received cards, but some haven't.

I just thought I should send out a big thank you online to people who have emailed and called, even though I am still whacked out, and cannot hold an intelligent conversation, or talk your ear off with nonsense, thanks to Tramacet and Percocet.

A huge thank you to Addled, you are my soul mate. You have made me really realize how much we love each other and even through all the crap, we still stick together like Velcro.

A big thank you to Tibbles, who has endured a boring summer, and has made me tea and let the dogs out, done laundry, loaded the dishwasher, unloaded the dishwasher, and cleaned various surfaces.

Also, a big thank you to my near but dear not-so-square ones who looked after Gibbles for me. It really helped a great deal, and gave her opportunity to get out of this one horse town and travel to another one. It felt great not to have to worry about what she was doing and who she was hanging out with. It also felt great to know that she is a pooper with you as well :)

A big thank you to my in laws, who have babysat my rambunctious pug, and sent over dinners, and gave me a drive to the doctors.

Thanks to my brother, who phoned almost daily, and gave me laughs, and deciphered my ramblings. Thanks for the movies and the conversation and the giggles.

A big thank you to HD and her boyfriend, for the muffins and the tarts and the cookies. Also for the movies that I fell asleep through.

A big thank you to WB and her family. Can't wait until I see her, as she had to travel to Departure Lake, but planted flowers on my porch, even with Button's gawking.

And a thank you to all of you in town who have offered to do anything :)

Love you all.

Addled, my dear sweet husband brought home the shiatsu massaging cushion. I swear I sat in the chair for almost two hours while my back popped and dug against those moving balls. Heaven, just heaven. I wish I was only five feet tall though because it didn't get my upper shoulders and neck. Then I woke up this morning with a bruised back. Anyhow, the chair works.

Addled, after work, got my message, "honey I am dying, I can't move, I need that massaging seat that we saw at that store four years ago", my doting husband, went to the store (which he thought was where we tried out the seat, he has a good memory). He tried each individual chair and brought home the most powerful. Honestly, I don't know how I deserve him. Flowers, massage chairs, feminine hygiene products, the list is endless.

I am not trying to associate his love with things, but his actions over the past two and a half weeks has demonstrated to me that this man really does love me to bits. My eyes juice just thinking about him. I remember waking up in the hospital and noticing him in a corner reading a book. He didn't want to wake me up, but he just wanted to be there. I remember that I actually had to tell him to get home. He has been such a doll.

We are coming up to eleven years married this month. We were together before that, but, it really does baffle me how we have hung in there. We are polar opposites, both first born, yin and yang.

He is off work for the next week, and later on in the evening, all I felt was relief. Relief that he was home with me, and that we could be together. I love him.

Last night I was getting a bit worried, it was eight thirty and Addled still wasn't home. Turns out he was trapped in the feminine hygiene section with a lot of ladies and then stopped in to buy me flowers at a Mennonite farm, and was trapped talking to the guy for hours.

I asked him if he was embarrassed, being in that aisle. He said sort of, because he had actually become lost in Zellers and it took him a long time to find the actual aisle. Then he said he started mumbling "fucking pantyliners", and people could hear him.

Normally nothing phases Addled, and he is not prone to talking to himself. I have only caught him on a few times. He said he does laugh out loud when he toots at work. It's so noisy in the area where he works, that nobody hears it anyhow.

So this morning I thought I would try and walk to the post office, after leaving a urgent message on a massage therapist's answering machine. Something has to be done. So I slowly walked with Tibbles to the post office, saw a bunch of balding men. One lady, practically hip checked me across the sidewalk. I made it there, and the package that I was supposed to pick up was just a bunch of crappy hair care products (samples). Christ Crackers, I thought it was something really important, but alas, no such luck.

Last night I was frantic. I saw "lady with five kids" with a truck at Button Boys, unloading shit. I almost had a conniption, she could decide to become a squatter, and that made me start getting anxious as hell. The only thing I could do was make sure I had a lock on the outdoor shed which I have exclusive rights to. Thing is Button Boy has been using it for his garbage that he refuses to put to the curb. So, in the darkness, armed with a wind up flashlight and a crappy tiny lock and a 15 foot chain I wandered over and locked that shed up. So tomorrow, I will get Addled to take Button's crap to the dump and then re lock it, and then he cant use it for that anymore.

As far as I have heard, Lady with 5 kids is just using the mudroom at Button's for storage. If she tries to squat there, I will have the biggest hissy fit ever. As she drove by she actually asked in a real high pitched mouse voice "how are you doing Lisa?". . . she never has talked to me before. That put red flags up, and I knew something was brewing.

The civic holiday is looming around the corner.  Hot weather, hot dogs and even hotter studs and chicks will be promonading the eroding shore of Lake Huron.  It is said that the avaricious merchants have only these few days to make a killing on their overstocked, overpriced, over-the-top bales of bikinis, sweatshirts, and greasy fries.   Well, they are being graced with a perfect weekend to line their pockets, sunny and rainless and perhaps our American neighbours will bite the bullet and check on their cottages in spite of the rising fuel prices and high Canadian dollar.   Although it has been a subdued summer, the rental cottage two doors down supplied my granddaughter and friend with a few minutes of morbid fascination.  Apparently, in a moment of inebriation, a very short, stocky, obese man decided he needed  to look like a Ken doll and began to shave the hair around his nipples.  Of course it never ends there.  As the hair fell in sheets around the deck chair, the halos circling his nipples looked like a dart game so he continued on shredding and hacking the fur from his chest.  All this with an electric shaver!  As the razor clogged and dulled, my granddaughter and friend (who were hiding in a shed and peering out a tiny window) started to get a tad faint when he navigated the crevasses of his belly button and the flap of fat on the underside of his belly.  As he continued to swill a case of beer and shave over and over the front of his body, a lightbulb moment hit this cretin like a brick.  No good doing the front if the back was just as hairy!   As he ordered some poor woman (wife, girlfriend, daughter?) to do the deed, grandkid and friend fled the premises in horror and agitation.  Stuff of nightmares.  
One last thought.  How itchy will this mongolian be when the hair starts to grow out?

I hope this cheers you up Lisa.  AnnOmum

I have invited my mother to use this blog. Happy writing mom, hopefully you will inject some much needed content.

Okay, I admit I am a disgusting mess, I feel like an asshole. Without getting too personal, I could be my own bakery. I have a swollen gland in my pelvis, my back is out still, skitters, and something else, I wont even mention.

I guess I just happen to be one of the 6 percenter's, who have complications. Kinda like the Outlaw Motorcyclists, they are 1 percenter's. I feel like I am living on the edge. Freebird style. Yet with a crooked beak and a wonky wing.

I saw my doctor on Monday, explained myself as much as I could, and he gave me a cream and a different pain killer. Nothing for infection, I don't think he even wanted to peek down there, after my graphic description. I could see his eyes getting bigger, and then he made me laugh which put out my back more after he handed me two jars for collecting poop. Talk about adding insult to injury. I don't think he wanted to touch me with a ten foot pole "You may have picked up something in the hospital" and then told me the new method of collecting excrement. Well, that just made me laugh harder, "you do not even need a margarine container anymore or Saran Wrap". Gee, that's just fanfuckingtastic. Then my back spasmed.

I cannot drive my poop around, because I can't drive with my back like this. Maybe I should hand the samples over to Button Boy as he likes to take ten hour walks to that area. Really, I don't want to call on friends at this time and say "Hey, do you mind driving in my diarrhea?", with gas prices, people around here don't even want to leave the town confines. I would offer gas money but the situation is a little personal. I also know that the people I would ask would look in the bag, or something would happen and the jars would leak. LOL. Or there would be an accident, and my poo would go flying. Richard Scarry Style, accident, poo containers, Bug Dozer, Lowly Worm, and maybe Smudge the Chimney Sweep or even more exciting would be Bananas Gorilla.

Well, I forgot to mention that I was on a "sleepy time" drug, as I was seen in the ER (he wasn't privy to my "sleepy times", he didn't have that information which is my fault completely because when the ER nurse asked me the drugs that I was on, I handed her the batch that I was on from the operation, yes, my IQ has dropped about sixty points), and after getting the prescription for my back filled, I read the monograph and realized I may not be able to take it. I phoned his office twice yesterday and they haven't called me back with a yeh or neh. I really don't need to have a Grand Mal seizure, I don't know if Tibbles would be able to find a pencil or a wallet in time. I don't want to bite off my own tongue, it would just add to my long list of malaise. Although, not having a tongue would probably keep me out of trouble.

I felt better last week.

At 1am Tuesday morning I started the second season of My Name is Earl, and finished it last night, I haven't watched the special features, but that show is an absolute gem. The only issue I take with this show, is the fact that laughing sometimes isn't the best medicine.

Haven't been doing email, as my brain has shrunk to the size of a raisin. Did a little facecrack.

I was going to start rug hooking again as well, it has been ignored since I started it. I think I only have four penny circles accomplished, and they were made back in mid 2007. Don't feel like doing it.

Just got a call from the prospective tenant :) She is still going to move in, and I told her, (this is bad business), that to hold off putting down a deposit, until closer to the date, I trust her, and I wont show the place to anyone else, but keep in touch if there is a change.

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Martyr Me. Yup.

The stench that emanated from the kitty litter was enough to make me pass out. I said to myself after asking for a few days for it to be cleaned up, "I would rather have a stitch pop, than to put up with this odour". So, the Sister Fats, who are are borrowed time as it is, have a new set up, and although, I am absolutely wilted today, it was well worth it.

Honestly, I have every window in the house open, and even with the smell of manure occasionally wafting through my curtains, I could smell the rancid urine from downstairs on the couch.

HD's boyfriend dropped by a bunch of movies for me to slack jaw on the couch with. I am going to watch Hostel tonight. This morning I watched Revolver, an action movie, that was okay. Last night I watched an Unfinished Life. I was disappointed in the movie and would give it a score of 5 out of ten, because it is so predictable.

Sometimes I wonder if I will ever see "the perfect movie".

It is absolutely gorgeous out. I took two walks today around the garden and out on the street. I think it is definitely a bumper crop this year for the hollyhocks. I have coral, pink, white, yellow, and a deep crimson red. I wish my black ones would have popped up, but I am afraid that a certain flower has taken over their domain. My garden is a mess, it's not an English garden, more like a jungle of perennials.



It has been a holiday of sorts, since my one neighbour, our tenant, knows that I am "a bit out of it" she has ceased with the eight plus calls per day. I did receive one this morning. Supposedly, the woman who has five children, who actually wanted to rent my two bedroom place, has to find a place by the end of the week, otherwise CAS will remove her kids. There is a case of black mould in her present house. She also smokes inside the house with her kids, which is disgusting, just take it outside if you are going to partake.


I was asked a few weeks ago if I would rent to her, and I said that I do have others who are "on the list".



I told my neighbour that there is no way I could possibly rent to her, on the grounds of over crowding. Another factor was she had been a previous tenant prior to us acquiring that rental. I have driven by her house on the way to do errands, and have always been disgusted with the state of the yard. Toys, and crap strewn everywhere, messy as hell. Not the type of mess that kids normally make, more like tornadic activity. Not a tenant that I would want living next door. She also has a barking dog, and now that my dogs are under control, I really don't need Animal Control coming by more frequently, as I guess she is on his radar as well (she keeps her dog out at night).



Her kids are always at the grandparents two doors down the road. I don't have anything against her personally, I just don't like the vibe I get from her or her parents (they were the originators of the rumour of our family drug dealing out of our 1986 Toyota Tercel).

Maybe today I will watch the one season of the Chappelle Show. I dunno, I can't read a book because my dogs try and grab the pages. I have to be rubbing their eyes constantly. Yes, they like their eyes rubbed. Weird. Onyx jumped up on the couch and bumped me, the little bastard. I told him to get off, and then Wookie, slammed him down and kicked his butt. If I tell "no" to Onyx and he doesn't listen, Wookie is in there like swimwear to discipline.

I need to get more straw for the kennel. With all of the precipitation we have had, it is like a bog out there.

This morning, while flipping through the channels I stumbled upon Jerry Springer. Hillbilly Wrestling. Large woman, beans, smaller woman, beans, blow up kiddy pool. Jesus, what is the world coming to.

"So your husband taught you to wrestle."

"Ya Jerry, but not in beans."

Last night I watched "I am Legend", good movie. I cried when the dog died. I gave it a 7.5 out of 10. It kept my attention, seemed realistic, rabid zombies, and Will Smith is a hottie.

The cops were around at the con's house again this weekend. I was told as I waddled around the yard.

I am really getting bored. Right now, I would love to rest my ass in the tub with some Epsom salts and some essential oils, but, I am not supposed to be immersed for six whole weeks. Thank god I have put off being fully immersed during my upcoming baptism. Not.

Okay, I don't understand this, a week ago was the operation, I was feeling okayish until this morning. I feel like I have been punched in the gut and then jumped on by a group of "little people".

I just don't get it.

I guess Addled took the My Name is Earl DVD's to work to watch with his posse. They were laughing while eating their lunches dutifully prepared by wives and mothers. The one legged girl really got the team room giggling like school girls. hehe.

I just watched The Golden Compass with my daughter, I have no clue why some groups were so against it. It reminded me of the Never Ending Story. My astute thought for the evening. In just watching the movie, good vs evil, yada, yada, but really people, why do so many of the religious right get their G(od)-strings in a knot over a movie made for entertainment. It made me want to read the books with my daughter.

Maybe it was the language of "demon" as a "familiar", maybe if "demon" was subsituted with "my friendly shape shifting pet", maybe it would have been more manageable.

I know, I haven't read the books and did the cheat sheet method of watching the movie, but I will read the books.

A friend's dad was recently diagnosed with Leukemia. In his message he wrote on Facebook:

Many of you have shown an interest in how you can help, with some asking about the bone marrow registry (One Match Stem Cell and Marrow Network).It is a fairly easy process which is initiated with information located at http://www.onematch.ca and an online registration form. This form is followed by a confirmation phone call to inform and answer any questions you may have about the process. They then send you a Buccal Swab Test (which I have just completed) that has you swab four areas in your mouth. This test is then mailed to their test labs.We really appreciate anyone considering this process. You may be able to give someone a very special gift.Thank you for your support.

Okay, my bum is killing me and I am sick of lying down, I started to watch a movie "The Protector" and there were these elephants. I got about 10 minutes into it and turned the bloody thing off. Then I started to watch Melrose Place. Where the heck did Jo's baby go?