For Sanity

How time flies. Last post was 11 years ago. Thought I would take a break from Farm Town and pop on over here and see if I can maybe put something together that makes, I don't know, makes, well whatever, I don't know, anything will do. Right?

The world has gone crazy but that is not what I want to talk about. We have all had way too much of that.

When all else fails to make me laugh I go for a drive down memory Lane, pass a few by quickly cause they may not be too good and then "bingo" find one that cracks me up. Bingo- Moms cooking, quirky, shocking, funny and traumatic all rolled into one. Chicken noodle soup and mushroom soup all cooked together for our dining enjoyment. Oh, the memory of the look on my younger brothers face when faced with this delectable creation and then too top it all off, his very misguided and out of control urge to have to say something " ahem, slightly negative" about his bowl of soup. Pinch me. I must be dreaming. To clarify things, my brother was to my Mom like Raymond was to Marie. I was the female version of Robby. Her eyes narrowed. She froze him with the look. She frothed at the mouth. Ha, not really! She didn't actually froth but I am sure she showed her teeth. I will leave the rest of the story to your imagination.

Lately I have been having an urge to have some Tuna Casserole.  Mom used to make that during some of her better cooking days. I have her old cookbook. It is all worn and grubby. David says that I maybe I should wipe it down and make it a little more presentable. I can't. I can see the finger marks of some long past unidentifiable substance. It takes me back to yesterday when I was a little girl. The world was safe. I had no more serious concerns than turnips in the soup. Comfort food. I need some of that. We all could use some of that.

Windows? Don't you mean Microsoft?

Phone rings: "Ring Ring Ring"

I check the call display. Long distance. A 981 number. I answer: "Hello"

981-234-5679 responds: "Hello Mam. This is James. We are calling about the trouble you are having with windows."

I wonder who else is there with James. I scratch my head and answer: "My windows are just fine. They kind of like to frost up in the winter but I got some plastic from Canadian Tire to blow dry on them and that should fix the problem."

981 responds: "No Mam, I am reffering to your computer. Up until now there has been no problem with your computer but we have just detected that you are having issues with your windows now."

Me: "My computer is behaving just fine."

981: "The problems are running behind the scene so it is undetectable."

Me: "I have trouble believing that the Windows people have my phone number and are concerned enough about this to be phoning me at home or maybe I am at work. Tell me, do you know where I am? Do you know my name? I think you are a scammer. You have a foreign accent. I think that most scammers do."

981: "No Mam, I can assure you that I am not a scammer and that Windows takes this problem very seriously. You can phone the police and check if you want "

Me: "To you James I say: Bull Poop!"

Click

Six Weeks Until?

Can you guess? What happens in six weeks? If you guessed November you are correct. Sadly, you have not won a prize. Please do not cry. What happens in November? I will give you a clue. It happens every November in the bloggy world. Yup, NaBloPoMo. Still, no prizes! I figure that maybe if I start working on making drafts NOW just maybe I can get through and manage to post a post every day and that maybe I won't be too boring and I will be able to save my noggin from getting banged into the wall every time I try to rouse a few brain cells into action. So, who is going to give it a go this year? You never know, maybe you will win a prize and if not from the NaBloPoMo people, maybe I will come up with something for the person who amuses me the most.

In Hindsight I Would Have...

It is funny how things come back to you that you forgot about or had not thought about in a long long time. Taking care of the rug rats solo can bring it all back.

Just a simple thing like going to the cafe for fries and ice cream can turn into an epic undertaking not for the feint of heart. I had forgot that a person should wait until all elements were totally favorable before embarking anywhere as long as small children were going to be tagging along. One little thing like heat can simply put things out of control and over the top when another little thing does not go according to the plan, like the cafe closing early and the fries and the ice cream promised are not forth coming to the little people.

After intensive interrogation that went like this:

" Do you want fries?"

" younanna hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhodibo ICE CREAM"

"O.K. You want ice cream but do you want fries too?"

"mumbble ishehh ummm mumbble Ice cream"

This went on for quite some time until I had come to the conclusion that perhaps if we skipped the fries it would not cause a total melt down later when we arrived back home without them. During this whole intelligent dialogue I was sweating profusely under the intense heat of the scorching sun. The sweat was running into my eyes, stinging and burning and I could not wipe it away because I had a three year old perched precariously on the handlebars of the stroller that I had in a death grip, holding onto to for dear life in order that it does not become unbalanced and heaven forbid, cause a huge wreck injuring either the toddler or the baby.

I decided to slog our way to the store. Noah decided to drive his bike off the sidewalk and into a mud puddle. More trauma. The store was closing. The lady was at the door and had the keys in her hand. She let us get the ice cream. Miracle of miracles. No ice cream would not have been good, not after I had promised! I begged for Kleenex but not for the crying 6 year old but for the handle on the handle bar of the 6 year old's bike. The tears were on account of the mud not due to injury. I figured the tears would air dry as soon as the mud was gone. Hurry up home...ice cream is going to melt...the grandma has now over heating well and beyond any of her heat enduring abilities!

Whew! Back home but is the ordeal over? No! At this point I had one child jumping up and down wanting the Popsicle opened: "Now grandma, open please now grandma, grandma grandma" while the other one was opening two Fudgecles (I don't know how in the world to spell that and I don't care) cause he thought they both were for him and one hanging onto my legs crying his heart out cause he woke up so hungry he was like a bear just coming out of hibernation. He was happy the whole while he was in the stroller but upon being removed from there, he had suddenly entered a state of total desperation requiring FOOD NOW!.

Makes Me Happy

There are some things in life that are certain to bring a smile to your face. This is one of those. I had one of these when I was little. I played with it for hours. I would cut up scraps of material and make them into rugs and towels and bedding. I found one of these at a garage sale on Saturday. I got it for $30.00. They typically go for about $100.00 on E-Bay. I am hoping that my little grand daughters like it as much as I did. It was hard for me on E-Bay. I wanted to buy all the other metal doll houses that are a little different than this one. I figure if one makes me happy just think what five would do? If you are bored just Google vintage doll houses and see if it is just me that these houses tempt.

Trip Photos

Half Of Day One

Westport

Lunch At Westport


Greyland Lighthouse


135 steps up


View from the top,
just to prove we climbed all the way up

On Looking good

Life is strange and time does odd random things to you. You go to bed one night thinking you look one way and the very next morning wake up only to discover that it is not so. For a good example let us talk about my eyebrows. One day they were just fine and the next day they had gone all crazy and were starting to bush out like you see on some old men. Random hairs simply decided to stick straight up. Wetting them down and trying to get them to dry flat does not work.





Perhaps they are not as bad as this yet. YET! That is the thing. The way things are going with them I am so afraid that they could end up this way. All I can say is thank goodness I noticed in time. Can you imagine the fright I would have had if I woke up in the morning and had this looking back at me in the mirror? That would be a real life horror movie being played out right in the comfort of my own bathroom. See how creepy those eyebrows are in the picture. Can you imagine that staring back at you?

R E D R U M

RED RUM

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I decided to take action. Perhaps I can keep control of the situation with a little professional waxing and colouring? Yes? No? Maybe? Well it is an improvement but there are still little hairs that stick straight up. Tomorrow I am going to make a trip to Shoppers and get some more help in the form of eyebrow powder and wax. Gosh, I will glue those things down if I have to and while I am at it I will see if they have any product to help with my newly found hanging jowls and the bags under the eyes. They were fine the other day too. You young people, enjoy it while you can because seriously right now...you are so good looking.