Platitude Paradise

Soooooo.... Here we are, on the eve of my big trip. Tomorrow (Friday) I get on a plane headed to " The Big Smoke " to meet up with my long time bleep, AA over at The Lunch Hour . I.AM.SO.EXCITED! I've never met AA in person, and some may find it odd that I would get on a plane, fly to another province, and spend a weekend in the same hotel room with a veritable stranger (nobody on here, I'm sure ... but anyone else who has heard the 'plan', it would seem). Let me just say this: I guess one could raise an eyebrow at the thought of doing such a thing ... BUT - AA has turned into a very close friend of mine. We sometimes chat on the phone (when schedules and time zones allow). We email pretty well every day while on the Bosses' respective time ... it's a public service, really ... keeps both bosses alive and in relative good health. In fact, what I have learned over the past year or so, is that AA and I are so nearly THE SAME FRIGGEN PERSON ... it'...

I have no clue what this is even supposed to be, but I loved it so much, I just had to share it. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

It's like the contented sigh of the year ... don't you find?     After such a long season as Winter ... when teeny hints of life poke their delicate little selves into the world ... ...and just there ... if you look very closely, you see the quiet stirrings of Mother Nature's design (look closely) Then, you can observe the 'other', not so indigenous wild life ... they don't seem overly happy with Mommy and her camera It was a burry day, despite the strength of the sun ... Cooper dawg was less than impressed with the fact that I had recently sheared him.   I enjoyed a little quiet time before the natives got restless ... time where I sat and sipped, and immersed myself in a glorious early Spring morning ... and coffee ... and finished "Room" Yes, I really was there ... see my foot?   Then, it was time for a little child labor. I promised if they collected the sticks from around the lawn...

Just a quickie for today ... I have some loverly photos I will be sharing of my Sunday in the "Out of Doors" from this past weekend. For those of you who follow my Facebook page, you will already know that my camera (not unlike myself, now that I think of it) has an issue with personalities ... in that, it lives in the past much of the time and no matter what I do to correct this issue, it seems my photos continue to have incorrect date stamps. What this means is that I will be needing to crop out the dates on the silly things before my anal retentive brain will allow me to post them on here. I hope you are all enjoying your Tuesday! D - out

Wednesday morning began much the same as any other weekday. Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Groan. Get up. Disengage alarm. Start shower. Pee. Enter shower. This is pretty much how every weekday morning starts for me ... with very little variation. Hubs had left our bed in the middle of the night to go up with Stretch, who had been complaining of feeling sick. (She's Dad's girl, without a doubt, and when she calls out in the night, it's for him ... so I was left to snooze.) Back to my shower, I had shampooed and had put the super-heavy-duty-all-soft-conditioner in my hair to soak in and had 'soaped up' all the parts that get stinky, when I felt a massive wave of nausea, followed by the feeling that someone had just punched me square in the nose. I realized that I was going to faint - and everyone was asleep ... upstairs (as I am the waker-upper-er in the house). If I went down in the shower, nobody would find me for at least an hour or so. I co...

I was watching the tele last night, and a news break for one of the US stations came on blaring the question: Could the groundhog have been wrong? I'll give you a moment to process this question ... *hums Jeopardy theme* Really, US News show? Do you think? Should we now spend a gazillion dollars on an inquiry into the culpability of large rodents everywhere and their ability to predict the likelihood of an early Spring? I think Groundhog Day is a ridiculous tradition anyway ... I mean, wouldn't it make more sense to bury a bunch of weather people in a burrow/den under the snow for a number of weeks and then pull them out into a  freezing February 2nd morning and see if they can see their own shadows ... wouldn't that have a higher entertainment value? I'd pay to see that. Don't misunderstand my level of "blond" this morning ... I don't really think anyone (over the age of say, twelve) buys into this tradition, or the highly scientific ...

Note to self: When 'lux-ing' up the girls beds to entice them to go to bed on their own without one or both of us lying down with them for an hour every night, please bear in mind there are two sides to the same equation. If the bed is so comfy, they can't wait to get in it ... chances are, prying the little monkeys out in the morning will be that much more of a treat. We are terrible at putting our kids to bed. What I mean by this is that we are spineless ... or we have been. We'll do whatever ritual will make them "just-go-to-sleep-already". Now, if this means we have to spend nearly two hours every single night of our existence on prepping them for sleep ... well so be it. Bed time in this house starts at roughly 8pm every night with "bath time". Now, in recent months, we have had to stop bathing our girls together (as they either soak the bathroom, flood the basement, wind up screaming, bleeding or both OR they do entirely weird shit while...