The Show Never Ends!

Hello Lovelies,

    How was your weekend? Here we had a long weekend because of BC Day and that's why my post is on a Tuesday this week.

    Sitting here and thinking about the past few days, coffee in hand  while I wait for the rain to start I'm trying to filter through everything that's happened. A lot between young life drama's, older life drama's and getting off the couch and out of the house, writing and of course me learning to ride.

Not necessarily in that order.

    The young drama...oh how simple it is...but you know not for them while they're in it. I think back to when I was 21 or so and the things going on with my group of friends was very similar to what's happening for the girls and yet all on completely different levels. As logical as they can be sometimes the wrong choices are made, sometimes the right ones even though they seem wrong but none of them treat things like it's the end of the world in that dramatic fashion most girls have. Sometimes I'll listen to the 3 of them talking. They'll be on the deck or downstairs having their sisterly chats and I'll just stay back and listen to them make each other laugh as they talk about things going on for them and then they will get into more serious discussions that they won't all agree on but they listen to each other's points.

     I've been playing with a post in mind to give you more insight into the crazy zoo that is my life. Hopefully to give you a better picture of the diverse personalities in that world and how every one of them can bring a smile to my face even when they're being ridiculous. They are my heart, my soul and my life and the others around me are my universe, always in motion and yet keeping me steady, keeping me whole. And...sometimes slightly crazy and frazzled.

    And then there's you guys, you're there all the time and you deal well with my ramblings no matter how crazy or random they are, you support me when bad things happen even though I never see you, you remind me that I'm never alone. Not that that's possible because to be alone I would have to lock myself in the bathroom and really that doesn't work either because I'm Mom. In truth when I am alone I have no idea what to do with myself and wonder where everyone else is.

Ok well... that was not where I was headed...

    In other weekend news I did more riding this weekend that ever and it was as I would say a complete and utter gong show and in my defense I was utterly unprepared so some of the things that happened and there's so much that happened that I don't even think I can spit it all out here so let's go to the bullet points.

•  Even though I know how to not stall my bike it seemed to be all I did. I can pull away from the curb with no problem but get me to cross traffic or turn into it and my brain apparently forgot everything. Choo was super patient with me while I cursed and swore at myself.
•  My girl was seriously hard to turn on Sat. It turned out I only had half the tire pressure I should have had in the front tire and the back was low as well. Once that was fixed she was easier to maneuver.
• Know a guy, owns a bike shop,  apparently my pegs weren't set properly so he fixed them. You wouldn't have thought that something so small would make such a difference but then my footing was different and that was something I had to familiarize myself with too on top of wearing proper riding boots for the first time.
• Leaned my bike over because of an asshole trying to rush me out of the way but yay me that I held her enough to gently put her down and afterwards I was told by every single person there to not let the pressures of other people on the road get to me.
• Another friend there took me out to show me how to shift gears and again I stalled continuously, again angry with myself and all he said over and over was that I had all the time in the world. Now when your trying not to slow down traffic it doesn't feel like all the time in the world that's for sure.
• At one point I forgot I even had feet because I was moving and they... were not on the pegs. I have no idea what happened there...at all. That was a first. 
• We're not going to talk about what I realized shifting gears.

    I scared Choo to death a couple of times but hey...I survived and so did he. With the help of everyone I had been around that day I thought back to all of my mistakes, especially about the ones I shouldn't have been making. Everyone is super supportive and telling me not to worry about those things and that I'll get them in time, that I just need more seat time.

    Well great and I get that but it doesn't stop me from dissecting every second of it.  I didn't feel well when I first went out, getting frustrated with myself made things even worse and feeling pressure where there wasn't any all contributed to my loss of focus in trying to learn new things while holding on to the ones I had practiced so much but couldn't make work, so the next day I asked Lo if she would go out for a little putt-putt with me. Just a circle, only right turns because I needed the room to shift, to turn and to get over my apparently uncomfortable view of traffic so I chose an area that had two roads with frequent traffic and 2 cross streets where traffic would be at a minimum. We both went about riding in a different frame of mind. She was not open to it when she learned 9 years ago where it's all I want to do right now so I'm confident in riding with her that regardless of the difference in our mindsets that she knew where I was at and how I was feeling.

    After the first time around I saw simple mistakes I was making. The next time around I would correct them and then notice others like why 2 of the roads I was turning onto for some reason I would turn wide, so wide I would be in the other lane. Thank fully those were on the roads with no traffic and yet in the main roads I would still turn wide but end up riding the yellow line. After a couple of hours of repeating the patterns in my head I could see that "Look where you want to go" was in full play there. The main roads had the lines and although I was looking at them so that I didn't veer into the other lane I should have been looking further forward in my own lane.

    On the other 2 streets I was looking at the far side of the road because there are no lines on those ones so my turns were wider. At least that's what I think it is...I hope that's what it is because I'm definitely much harder on myself that those guys are. Then came soreness in muscles that are not used to it but whatever...they'll toughen up.

   On writing...I maintain that this is my baby, that I write for the personal satisfaction. I saw somewhere that an author decided he was a better reader than a writer so he gave it up. I have a story that I'm telling and who know how long it will go on? In my mind it's a series and it's Continuous ( see what I did there? ) I'll keep writing it and I'm glad I've found a few that stick with me each week.

I have now rambled enough! You should go back to you regularly scheduled programming and get on with your day!

Have a great week!

See Ya
S

   

Forever A Gong Show...

It's Monday yet again and where does the week go?

I didn't post last week as my brain has been scattered a bit lately. My posts will be few for the next few weeks as I'm on my own at work until Mid-June and as much as I try to write them on Sunday nights or pre-plan my posts, if you know me at all you know that just doesn't work. With thundershowers on Sat making the day blah feeling I spent most of the time binge watching Daredevil and I was content with that.

Sat was also T's 21st birthday party with many colourful people. One kid kept calling me Mama Duke all night...I have no idea why and a couple others who were brothers and the more they consumed the more huggy they got. To the point where I couldn't even walk through the room without being hugged and not just by them. What I noticed that was different from when I was that age ( mind you at that age I'd been a mom for 2 years already ) was how lovable the boys got and how...um...not the girls became as the night went on but I guess at the same time there was only 1 girl causing a problem and she was sent home, without a piece of her hair later on.

She was wearing a hair piece but we won't talk about why it was missing.

I would stroll through the house and check on things and then go upstairs and hang out with Sese who was playing Overwatch for oh I don't know maybe 8 hours!!!! Her new obsession besides her League of Legends, Bloodborne and World of Warcraft game play. That's my gamer girl.

One of the fun parts was Bean's boyfriend getting caught in a dance off that we got clued into when we heard the room chanting "Go Allan!" sweetest thing ever. I was laughing too hard to get my phone out and film it but the smile on his face was priceless as he was throwing out his moves. I'll never forget that or T's little brother ( who's taller than me ) rapping as his voice carried through the house and it floored me that there was even a freshly 19 yr old girl there that called home pretty much every hour to let someone know she was ok. She didn't text them... she actually called. Wonders never cease.

By the time Lo got home from work just after 12 the bulk of people were gone but there was enough entertainment to keep her going until about 2 am when I sent everyone somewhere else and without question they all said thank you and left.

All in all it looked like they had fun, even a few of them came back the next morning hungover and still drunk but with smiles on their faces and they were all very respectful and entertaining. Except hair piece girl.

The night was still a gong show but they were happy!

So with this week about to be the complete opposite of last week with it's estimated nice sunny days I'm hoping to have more to share with you and be able to do just that between writing and trying to maintain my weekly posts there as well and as my readership goes up there it gets a little scarier as I delve deeper into the story.

We know though that if things weren't in chaos for me I'd be bored!

Have a great week guys!

See Ya
S

And Yet Another Gong Show...

Hi Lovelies!

It's been a while since I've used or talked about the gong show that is usually the kids zone in my house. Even though I still call them kids they're all adults now and with adulthood comes things that should be you know adult...like.

On Friday night I went out to one of our local pubs to see one of the boys for his birthday oh 23 (still a puppy). Myself, Blondunicorn and Choo went lightheartedly into a den of sheer stupidity...yes I said stupidity. In which case made it highly entertaining! Let me say that I did not drink, my body is still pissed at me for Christmas Eve so it was a sober night.

I did have 1 shot for the B-day boy and that was where it stopped.

The Pub wasn't pack in fact there wasn't many people there but then again we didn't show up until 11:30 and the Gong show had already begun buy then. Drunken girls throwing themselves at people who didn't want them. Drunken boys that were mildly aggressive and and my happy girl Bean that just loved everyone. I have to mention the...umm... weird bearded guy who name I have no clue what it was that was very entertaining in that creepy, silent, stalker kind of way. Why was it entertaining? Because you knew he was a regular from his interactions with other people and still in that creepy, silent, stalker sort of way and no one was concerned with his presence.

I found myself looking back to when I was that age and cringing at the thought. I was usually the one taking care of my friends whether I was drunk or not...usually...but to watch it in front of me with another generation all brought back memories of boys and girls doing the exact same thing and I was so glad that part of my life is gone. Don't get me wrong I know it's a rite of passage and some grow up and others don't. I'm hoping a few of these ones do! What I don't understand is

BOYS: Why the aggression? You drunken tiny testosterone full fools. ( I think I answered my own question )

GIRLS: I don't even know where to begin...

Oh wait! The girl that would walk around and use one or two boys like a yo-yo's.
Come here, come here, come here. Go away, go away, go away.

I had a hard time not walking up and shaking that one just to tell her to have some self respect. It's funny the things that we did or saw in youth and learned from.

Essentially though I'm a people watcher, I had a good time for the short period of time I was there and the kids made me laugh, really hard in some cases then took my Bean home for her to sleep it off.

Look at that, I got out of the house on a Friday night!
Wonders never cease.

Have a great week guys!
See Ya
S

Farewell 2014...Good Riddance!

Ok I can't really say that...it was better that 2013 that's for sure. Slowly moving upward just too slow in some cases am I right?

How were your Holidays? Some of you I'm sure are still on holidays so in that case...you suck. Mine were unexpectedly painful simply because in this case...well... boys are dumb. I'm fine with a drink or two on Christmas Eve and do my baking and prep work for the Christmas Day while in between I'd watch The 100 for a girl at work so she has someone to talk about it with because no one she knows watches the show.

My plans were hijacked by a bottle of Appleton Estates ( give or take the other 2 bottles of I don't remember what ) a couple of shots glasses and the persistence of the boys that wanted to spread Christmas cheer through our home...and alcohol poisoning.

That on top of no food all day is the biggest mistake ever...I mean ever...no really...ever. The picture says it all.

There is a reason why people at my age don't drink like we're 20 anymore and it's because, WE'RE NOT 20 ANYMORE! Now as far as I can remember it was a fun time but the next day was not fun. Not fun at all and I will never drink like that again. Even though I was hungover as hell and almost didn't get the turkey in on time because the thought of it made my stomach roll, I did it and it all worked out really well. At least I wasn't the only one that had to deal with the pressures of a Christmas hangover. Bean had to nap all day on and off. Blondunicorn had to work from 3pm -11pm that day and was not looking forward to that at all but she made it.

Now the boys...lmao! I haven't seen one of them since that night and the other ( the whiner that started it all in the first place ) I was glad to hear that he barely survived the day too and has now said at his young age that he is done drinking for a while too!

My work is done...you have seen the errors of your ways, now stay away from me.

So besides it taking 2 days to recover everything was good and mellow while thoughts of the New Year ahead filled my brain. I love New Years Eve even if I'm at home watching retro videos with apple juice. This year though it's a game of Monopoly Empire where I'm going to prevent Blondunicorn from owning Coca-Cola while we ring in the new year all quiet and sober with only a glass at midnight and that is just fine with me.

I don't like Resolutions only because it's like as soon as it's out of your mouth it's destined to fail but it's safe to say that my only Resolution is to make the next year better and fabulous! All wrapped up with a nice little bow.

As my last post of 2014 I wish you all a Happy New Year be safe and all of that and I hope that everything you wish for comes true!

See Ya
S

Is It Fall Yet? Please, Please, Please!

A whole new week and  I love that!

This past one has been interesting. tis the season for my cats to bring home presents none of us wants, the dogs to continuously bark at things they should know by now NOT to bark at. Bean has upgraded to 6 snakes and won't give me one, the selfish little brat. There's still a hedgehog and the frogs are still alive...I...think anyway!

 They are not in my care but I'm sure I hear Eddie and the Cruisers hooting at night.

Hmmm I forgot the spiders...I'm sure many of you are glad for that.

 I think the zoo rundown is because last week when I was getting ready for work I could hear chittering, very loud chittering out back. It turned out that our neighbours have been catching the Raccoons that have been running around the area. Now usually I see Bandit, the one who's scared of everyone but me. He seems to like me actually, anyway after going out onto the porch looking into their yard I could see 3 Raccoon's One large (Mama) and 2 babies hugging her, looking very worried.

Well they were worried because the chittering was coming from the cage that was holding her 3rd baby and every time Mama Coon walked away this poor thing screamed for her. The week before that they caught the Father Coon ( I'm thinking that was Bandit ) and relocated him but how do you relocate a baby without it's mother?

It made me so sad, almost as sad as not being able to adopt EVERY SLED DOG UP FOR ADOPTION IN PEMBERTON!

OK sorry that got away from me.

I need to win the lottery or something and build things to house them all!

My family is mentally and virtually slapping me right now.

I'll stop...but they were cute...soooo cute!

So I know we're still in the middle of Summer but Fall is my favourite season and so many things are going to happen!

1) My youngest will finally be old enough where I am no longer legally responsible for her. 19 not far away.
2) We get to start planning for our 2nd Annual Halloween Party! Very excited about that.
3) That means putting together a costume ( Woooo Hoooo) Steampunk Pirate Aye
4) Moving...which excites me to no end!
5) Anything else I can fit in between now and the end of Oct.

Lots of changes ahead, things to do and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it!

That's it for now!

See Ya
S

The Zoo Doesn't Disappoint!

Hello Lovlies...

I was chipper this morning, we pulled into Waterfront Station and there was the first Cruise ship of the season! Lots of tourists now will be flowing on Vancouver streets again as the kick off to the upcoming Summer. That generates a bit of excitement, enough where I had a little spring in my step on the way to the office.

Usually as soon as I open my office door Bob and Doug ( More so Bob )get pretty excited that they are going to be fed especially on Monday's because of the weekend and the first thing I say is Morning Fishies Your Still Alive! This morning Doug wasn't alive and Bob was almost swimming towards the light himself. I changed the water and Bob is no longer swimming sideways and seems to be breathing better...

I think...

I have no idea!

"Why are you talking about fish?" you ask?

Because frankly I'm surprised they have lived this long in the first place being that they are feeder fish. They are the fish that other fish eat or in my case the fish I use to cycle a fish tank for tropical fish so they usually die in a week but these were my first feeder fish pets.

So this is an accomplishment! Well was anyway...

Also because it made me kind of sad at the same time although Doug was the boring one and he never got enough food because Bob was a lil' pig of a fish ( a little Surf and Turf humour there )

Ya ya I know...

In other news, almost all points of my life right now are in a bit of a tornado that has lifted up my house high off the ground and hasn't put it down yet.

A close friend said to me today that my Zoo doesn't disappoint in the drama department. No it doesn't, it's always a gong show but at least my life isn't boring! Even yesterday while I flaked out out, watched Iron Man 3 ( Twice ), X-Men Last Stand and the Avengers all the while thinking about Cosplay Characters I want to be for next year, I watched T straighten an afro on a 29 year old man for about 3 hours for the sole reason of seeing how long it would be...by the end of it he had a Gene Simmons helmet and he rocked it. His hair actually helped me decide on my Cosplay Character!

It was... needless to say... interesting!

Ok guys, Have a good one!
See Ya,
S

Bedbugs and Payback!

Hi Lovelies!

We've had a full house in the past couple of weeks. T, Craig and the baby were staying with us for a bit because the apartment building they lived in had a bad case of bed bugs that were using Peanut as a buffet. They got rid of the bed, had an exterminator come in that told them (thank goodness) that the bugs were confined to the bed. Oh happy day!

We're lucky we have enough space not that it mattered because we would have made room for them anyway. As they searched for a new bed Sese's boyfriend decided to get her a Hedgehog...a hedgehog! Ok she's cute I'll give her that and with Salt CONSTANTLY asking for a Squirrel  (don't ask) this could be bad! She'll show up one day holding a feral squirrel over me in my sleep with a giant smile  "I caught one!"

After having so much time with Peanut I'm sure his Nana was going through withdrawals without him around. Since he's back at home now, the rest of us are going through the withdrawal symptoms but we can laugh at his dad until he comes back again. Craig likes to trick people...all the time... so we turned it around on him this time and captured it on video. Unfortunately I didn't get all of the set up but the outcome was so worth it and I got that at least!

Craig tried to spike a bottle of water with salt so that when Choo got up in the middle of the night he would get a mouthful of salty water. He came up after Choo had gone to bed and asked me if he would get mad about the joke. I told him to leave it and that it would be fine. After he went downstairs I went to the fridge and dumped out the salt water then refilled it with fresh water.

In the morning I told Choo what happened and he said it was funny because he was going to drink out of it but there was so much salt in it the water was cloudy. He just thought that someone had put Crystal Light in it so he put it back. Choo started considering payback and it went on from there. At first we were trying to figure out how to pack his Slurpee straw with cinnamon and I figured the punishment should fit the crime so salt was the main ingredient.

When Craig came home T offered to go get him a Slurpee while he took a shower. She came back and the salt was added to his drink then we all sat patiently as we waited for him to seek refreshment.

To see the outcome click below
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-zMNqIfWgGQ

There's lots coming up this month so I'll have more to share!

See ya
S

My Own 52 Week Photo Project!

Good Morning Lovelies!

   Another week gone and we're back again this Monday Apr 15th and so starts my own 52 Week Photo Project! I was reading about it last week and approached a fellow Blogger Aimlessly Average to do the project with me!

   Now I was thinking of ways to kind of make the rpoject a bit different. At this point we're going to take a picture once a week and some part of our body has to be in the photo. Doesn't matter what it is as long as it's in there.

  This is Beaumont! He's just a dog  that visits our office every now and then.

He's teething... and his baby teeth hurt.

I'm hoping that by the end of all of this you'll be able to see the changes in techniques and perspective! At the same time you'll see lots of crappy stuff I'm sure because I'm no Pro.

I have added a Page up top to kind of keep track and hopefully there is a story that will go along with each photo. I can't promise that though depending on what kind of trouble my Gong Show gets into int the coming weeks.

That's it for now guys!

See ya,
S

It's all over...or is it?

The weekend is gone again...it goes by so quick.

The week was really mellow with all the wet weather we've been having, here we have to embrace it because we live in the Lower Mainland and for the next few months it's all we'll see. I don't mind the rain too much but when monsoon season hits it seems even harder to stay dry.

After a less than thrilling Halloween ( one bumblebee kid ) and very little in the way of fireworks ( rain beat us down ) it was a quiet evening. Whiskey didn't end up tramatized for the first time!

Now it's about that time of year where I choose something new to do for the next year. Some stuff sticks and some doesn't but at least I'll give it a shot. I'm still deciding on the next new venture, on the direction I should go. Gotta live a little and might as well start now since my kids will be leaving me soon and I'll be left to my own devices anyway!

I had them young so now it's time for Mama to go exploring.

Hmmm

I should have thought of that when the weather was still nice.


S

Wait a sec? you know what I totally forgot about? The T-shirts! Next week I'll put a pic up! An it might be a hint into my next experiment!

Aging...Screw you!

Well another birthday is coming for me next week and as far as I'm concerned this will be my 39th and last one!
 Not that there is anything wrong with 40 but I find that thinking about entering that decade brings out the weirdest thoughts in my head like,

1) will I need anti aging stuff now?
2) If I use anti aging stuff when I don't need anti aging stuff will that make me age?
3) will gravity take over now and make everything drop to the ground?
4) will my children think I'm not cool anymore.

Will it lead to this????

I know that this is ridiculous but I can't stop them from creeping in and it freaks me out!

I went to the doctors last week and when he asked me how I was I told him " I'm almost 39 and not falling apart yet! " you know what he said??

" Just wait it's coming... "

 That is NOT encouraging. Once he started talking about Peripause...I tuned out. I am completely in denial about that and menopause in general. All I can say is I WILL TAKE THE DRUGS or take up drinking. I've seen many menopausal woman in my time turn to the bottle instead of the meds, maybe not though It only makes them crazier.

I think am getting far ahead of myself (hopefully very far).

I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and my face will look different or I'll develop a pouch you can hide a large bag of Nibs in or something! It's freaking me out! Mind you I won't turn 40 until next year and think of all of those beautiful people out there that are 40 and even 50 years old and they look fabulous. I'm not saying that the next phase of life is awful by any means and part of my life is just starting. That I look forward to!

If need be though I'm not one for plastic surgery or botox or collagen any of that shit, BUT... if I need to be lifted as in boob job lifted then that I might go for...maybe...if I'm not a complete chicken about it.

I do believe that you are only as old as you feel and I don't feel 39 yrs old! I will obsess about this until the 30th and then it'll be forgotten until this time next year when I have a total freak out before I embrace the next 10 yrs. when The Gong Show will be gone and I'll be left with the zoo.

I guess we'll see...

Commuting can be Stressful!

    Alright, I've left The Gong Show at home this week thank god I think my brain has turned to weird slang words and Mushmouth from Fat Albert in my head.

    Some time ago I blogged about a bus driver in Bus Driver Abuse that was...well... and asshole. As much as I'd love to think that me ranting and commenting everyday made the difference, I know it didn't. They rotated their shifts and he was gone to the joy of little old ladies everywhere.

    I take the West Coast Express to work and sometimes the most stressful and entertaining things happen. Take for instance me and SM my partner in crime, friend and co-worker when we are on our way to or from the city we always know that people may or may not be listening to our conversations even when they try to look like they're not but sometimes... well we're listening too.

Pet Peeve #1: One sided conversations.

You know those people on the phone who talk really loud like the person on the other end is deaf. Then you try to imagine the other end of the conversation and you know it's no where near what you think it is. You can make of game of that.

Pet Peeve #2: One sided conversations about something really stupid.

We had a woman who had an entire 30min conversation with her dogs hairdresser? Her dog has a hairdresser? She actually called the person a hairdresser. Wouldn't that be a fur dresser? I know, I know it's a groomer calm down.

This woman continually talked about what kind of cuts her dog looked best and worst in??? Next is a mani/pedi and it's a male dog poor thing.  This baffles me...it's a dog and as much as we tried NOT to listen to that conversation it was hard not to.

Pet Peeve #3: People that fall asleep...on me.

Everything is fine, chatting away and the person beside me falls asleep. Ok not a problem until their head lols to the side and ends up on my shoulder. Then they wake up and apologize only to nod off 5 mins later and do it again while I watch SM sit across from me and giggle. I must look comfortable because it's always me.

Pet Peeve #4: People that fall asleep and drool... not on me.

Ok that's not really a pet peeve it's kind of gross yet funny at the same time. We take bets on how long the drool will be before the person wakes up and notices they are embarrassing themselves.

Pet Peeve #5: Rolling luggage.

Anyone who knows me or follows me on Twitter knows that I have pedestrian rage and it's not only me! Since I don't drive and can't have road rage I get angry with pedestrians and there little bags on wheels that drive me absolutely crazy. While I see the convenience everyone in the city is in a hurry especially at 8am if you walk at a good pace everything works out until someone cuts in front of you with rolling luggage almost knocking you into the street or another person, then they block the escalator on the side your supposed to walk on. Drives me nutty! You'd figure they would move faster since they don't have to carry all their crap but, no.

Here are a few commuter etiquette rules from 1949.

1. Sit with your limbs straight and do not with your legs describe an angle of 45 degrees, thereby occupying the room of two persons? So what, don't cross your legs or sit sideways?

2. Do not spit upon the straw. You are not in a hog sty. Uh Huh...

3. Reserve bickering's and disputes for open field? Open Field with what fists up or a pitchfork?? Well we don't have disputes like that anymore now do we?

This next one I need translated...

4. Refrain from affectations and conceited airs. Remember that you are riding a distance for sixpence, which, if made in a hackney coach, would cost you so many shillings: and that, should your price elevate you above plebeian accommodations, your purse should enable you to command aristocratic indulgences.

...Er...what??

What bugs you?

S