Archive for March, 2011

Itchy Feet

Thursday, March 31st, 2011

No, folks, I’m not contagious.

At least, not that I know of. Heh.

Anyway. The sun is shining here, and the temp is supposed to go to +6C (almost 43F) today, and while it’s making me happy, it’s also making me want to do…something. I don’t know what. God knows I’ve got a To-Do List/Wish-To-Do List* as long as my leg, but I can’t decide what to choose from there. We probably should get out for a walk later today and get some fresh air, so I think we’ll do that after lunch.

I’ve already done laundry and cooked/pureed some veggies for Ms. Junior Peanut, and I’ve got more veggies to chop and cook…but apart from that, I’m at a loss. We have a family baby shower coming up in May (no, not mine, you nutbars!) and I have a list of things I’d like to make as gifts, so I do need to get cracking on those. (I haven’t planned anything complicated, so none of it should take too long or be too hard to do, but I still need to actually *do* them…)

And on top of that, there’s the story idea that’s been swirling around in my brain. But in that vein, I’m thinking I will work on that in the evenings, when the two munchkins are asleep. Daytime hours are better suited for household stuff and crafts (especially because it’s easier to craft/sew/whatever when there’s a lot of natural light).

So I suppose I’ve dallied long enough. Time to get that other batch of veg simmering and make a decision or two.

In the meantime, don’t forget to come back tomorrow — I’ll have some news for you. A kind of fun announcement for spring. See you then!

*A Wish-To-Do List is bigger-ticket stuff that I want to do, like refinish the grungy brass lamp in our living room, or redo the small kitchen table I have and fix it up for a crafting table. Stuff like that. Not quick, fifteen-minute projects. Y’know? Those are “eventually” projects (probably for summertime so I can do some of the messy work like sanding or spraypainting outside where it belongs).

Not Tonight, Dear…

Monday, March 28th, 2011

…I have a headache.

Really, I do. It feels like someone’s pressing a ping-pong ball into my right temple. Not excruciatingly painful, but uncomfortable nonetheless.

Ugh.

Why is March almost over? Where did it go? I tell you, this parenting thing takes up a whole lot of one’s time. They should have mentioned that in the manual.

Oh…right.

Well. I *am* going to bed shortly, but I did want to let you know that you should come back on April first, especially if you like free stuff. I’ll have some news for you, so see you then!

(And neither will you be a fool, nor will it be a trick! I promise!)

Ciao!

Wouldn’t You Like To Be A Pepper, Too?

Tuesday, March 22nd, 2011

Let me say this upfront: I’m tired, dudes. I did not sleep well last night. I had trouble falling asleep to begin with, and then I was woken up not once, but twice by the Offspring (not surprisingly, Ms. Junior Peanut slept the whole night through, but I digress…). I’m sitting here on the sofa rather solidly at the moment, feeling as though my lower half has become permanently attached to the cushion. It might actually be tricky to rise shortly…

“So,” I can hear you saying, “why the hell aren’t you in bed, if you’re so bloody tired?”

Good question. I’m also enjoying the sound of a household deep in slumber. It’s peaceful and quiet, and if I were awake I could probably be really productive in some shape or form.

Oh, well. I’ve been trying to determine what time of day would work best to write. People sometimes suggest getting up earlier, or staying up later to get the word count in. I have found I’m no good at either end of the spectrum. I’m so groggy in the morning it takes me until the kids are up to wake up — and at that point, I couldn’t do any work if I tried. Similarly, by 9:30 at night my brain has devolved into a substance that strangely resembles tapioca pudding.

(Mmm. Tapioca. Sorry. Homer Simpson moment, there.)

Unless I’m wide awake for some reason, I don’t know if I can produce anything worthwhile at this time of night. Oh, well. I know I’ve rambled on this topic quite a bit of late, but it’s at the forefront of my brain, as usual.

At this point I’m fighting to keep my eyelids open (and in fact am typing some sentences with my eyes closed — neat trick, huh? Bet you wish you could do that!) so I think it’s time to just give up the bloody ghost and find the warmth of my bed. Hope you are all well, and catch you on the flip side, yes?

Happy Spring!

Monday, March 21st, 2011

…sorta.

You see, we got dumped with a couple of inches of the white stuff last night. It doesn’t look particularly springlike out there this morning. That, and the sky is overcast and dull looking. The sun’s supposed to peek out tomorrow, but that’s tomorrow.

I’m envious of those farther south who are announcing the appearance of crocuses and robins and tufts of pale green, new grass. But such is our lot up here in Northern Canuckland. Spring comes, but slowly, as if her wheels have seized and it takes some time and willpower to get them turning again. But soon it’ll be here and we’ll be able to throw open the windows and let in the cool, fresh breeze, and once again I can hang laundry to dry on the line outside.

Of course, with that we also get blackflies and mosquitoes, but again…that’s our lot.

The kidlets are all back in school again today and we need to switch back into “normal routine” mode after the week of holidays. Time to buckle back down.

Catch you on the flip side, gang!

Feelin’ Hinky

Wednesday, March 16th, 2011

The clocks changed this past weekend — at least it did for a number of us on this continent — and for the first time ever, I felt the switch both physically and emotionally. In fact, I’m not entirely sure I’ve even completely adjusted yet, and it’s been four days.

Ugh.

However, the weather has also taken an upswing and the sight of clear, blue skies and bright sunshine do make a difference. There are supposed to be a few more days like this through the week, and I can’t wait. Pretty soon it’ll be warm enough to begin hanging laundry outside again, and I’m thoroughly excited about that.

Yes, I know, small things, and all that.

Anyway. I realized I hadn’t been around here for a bit and thought I really should poke my head in and say hey.

So, hey.

Ms. Junior Peanut and I are going for a walk to the library and post office, as soon as she wakes from her nap. Hope you’re enjoying your day, wherever you are!

I Curse You

Thursday, March 10th, 2011

No, not you, Gentle Reader, but that noxious, foul, plague upon society — the spammer.

Thankfully, my spam filter catches most of this crap, but it does appear that there’s suddenly an upswing in “attacks” on the blog (’cause that’s what they are). It’s just a pain in the ass to deal with and, frankly, is terribly annoying. Are there still people out there stupid enough to click on those links? I certainly hope not, but then again, how do I know?

So here’s my message to you, O Asswipe Spammer:

Piss off.

No, really. I dislike you with the power of a thousand suns. I hope hundreds of small, stinging and biting insects infest your underwear. May a dozen boils appear on your face and your penis (I’m certain the majority of you are male) shrink to the size of a string bean.

May you never get another erection again. EVER.

And for those ladies out there, I hope you have crippling PMS every single day for the rest of your life, your hair falls out and thirty pounds of FAT appear on your ass.

Now stay away from me and my website.

Did I make myself clear?

Thank you.

Curmudgeonly Old Fart

Tuesday, March 8th, 2011

I admit it — I’m getting old and grouchy. And slightly puritanical, I suppose. (You’ll see why in just a moment.)

So I’m enjoying my quiet evening time when I get a text-message beep on my phone. I don’t get many texts, so it always surprises me when I do. I flip the phone open and find this piece of literary brilliance:

Hey what r u up to u. Got a gram to sell me

In a second text, sent moments later, the sender identifies himself as “Billy”.

Billy, you are *so* lucky I’m not a cop. I’d go all hardball on your ass.

Hrmph.

*sigh*

Monday, March 7th, 2011

I’ve been stalling writing this post because I just can’t come up with a good topic at the moment. I may have fried my brain at good buddy Rella’s birthday bash this past Saturday night. No, I didn’t have anything to drink, but we were laughing our collective asses off and having a great ol’ time, regardless. Got to hang out with some really great folks and just relax.

It felt good, you guys.

So the rigmarole of the week has begun once again, and in fact, I have to get up extra early Tuesday morning. Ms. Junior Peanut and I have been invited to a pancake breakfast at the school where we go for our Roots of Empathy visits. Should be great fun, just not looking forward to the buttcrack-o’dawn alarm. Ah, well. At least that way I’ll have a head start on the day, so I might even be able to be really productive.

Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it, too.

Anyway. On that note, it’s time for this blogger to hit the sack. The alarm’s going to ring much sooner than expected. :P

Friday Footage - Memory Lane

Friday, March 4th, 2011

So the current scuttlebutt around celeb-land–

*bwahaha! Sorry, that makes me sound like I actually know something…*

–is that My George is doing a remake of this song. I’m looking forward to it because I like this one, and I want to see what he does with it. Should be fun. In the meantime, here’s a trip back in time to Uni (for me, anyway). Enjoy and have a fun weekend!*

*I shall. ‘Tis ol’ buddy Rella’s birthday, and I’m actually going out to a pub! Can you believe it? I’m not sure I can…!

Dislyric Of The Day

Thursday, March 3rd, 2011

(Or is it “dyslyric”? I don’t know how to spell that.)

The Offspring, at age 9.5, is beginning to be interested in Top 40 music and what’s on the radio as we’re out and about. One track currently receiving a bit of airplay around here is Nickelback’s “Never Gonna Be Alone”. The song contains the phrase:

“So I’m starting to regret not selling all of it to you” (which is repeated later with a couple of minor variations).

The Offspring hasn’t yet learned the art of deciphering song lyrics, though, so to her the same line goes:

“So I’m starting to regret not spitting all over you

Which I think is hysterical. There are a couple of other songs that have their own mixups, but that’s the best one. Got any of your own to share?