Monday, December 21, 2009

Lets rub eyes like the Eskimos

"Lets rub eyes like the Eskimos"

This is a statement from my double eye/ear infected husband; also known as the gift that keeps on giving. What more could a girl ask for?

Buzz has been down with this cold for over a week and I've been frantic trying to stay un-infected. He has his own silverware, towels, and dishes. I have an anti-bac station set up in front of the bathroom door. I use my shirttail to open doors and turn on taps, and I still had a gummy eye yesterday. aarrgghh.

I've decided to cook the turkey on Christmas eve this year, it's just us four, hopefully that'll leave Christmas day for vegging and watching Sons of Anarchy, consuming salted snacks and drinking beer. All favorite things of mine.

Booker Todd is so spoiled, he starts staring at us around three thirty. He wants his supper, or a chewy stick. He puts his head on your arm or in your lap and works the eyebrows. We of course give him treats, so this reinforces the bumming behaviour. sheesh. The Dog whisperer would be horrified.

Sad about Brittany Murphy, she looked awfully thin. Speculation abounds in the media, eating disorders and drugs seem to be the most prominent, I wish they'd just do the responsible thing and wait for the autopsy. CNN is really getting trashy now, I noticed it when Anna Nicole Smith died. Drives me nuts, yes yes I know I can turn it off, but I'm a news hound always have been.

Speaking of inappropriate, I wonder how long Michael Jacksons' family are going to live off his corpse. These people are beyond ghoulish, and should be ashamed of themselves. They've had no career the last 20 years or so. bah

I love the new Stephen Seagal show on A&E, I really shouldn't, but I do...hehe Bunch of overweight deputies running around the Parish.

I read Roadside Crosses by Jeffrey Deaver and I loved it. Uber bloggers and gamers. Did you see that story on the news about the guy in Japan who married an avatar? Talk about synthetic and real world blurring. Ass, he says he won't date/marry a real girl because it would be unfaithful to his electronic wife. Like he has a shot anyway.

A couple things happened this week from the old *bike* friends in Victoria. I am not impressed, but then again only one thing was directed at me and and I think I'm better off without that person in my life. Finally. The other thing was indirect and I have too much respect for a good lady to hash it out in here. Sorry for being cryptic.

I'm already pale and flubbery. How'd that happen so soon? Can't be the food, no that ain't it...

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Rememberance of a life cut too short

Ellen Goldie Dougan Passed away peacefully on Friday, the 19th of December at her home in Port Alberni with family by her side. At the age of 49, Ellen is predeceased by her father, William Harold Dougan, and survived by her mother, Ada Dougan, her sisters, Kathleen, Patricia, Dixie, as well as many nieces and nephews. Ellen was very close to her family and friends, caring for them all greatly. Ellen was a kind and generous person who loved being involved in her community as well as being a part of the Restorative Justice Society in Ucluelet and running the PAWS Society on the West Coast for many years. Ellen also worked for the School District #70, Pacific Rim National Park, and The Place T.V. Ellen will be remembered always for her great sense of humour, her ambition, her generous spirit and the love that she had for animals. It is Ellen's wish to remind people to be gentle and kind to their animals and to keep them safe! By Ellen's request, no service will be held. In lieu of flowers, donations in Ellen's memory may be made to the BCSPCA, 4936 Broughton St., Port Alberni, B.C. V9Y 7L9. Condolences may be forwarded to the family at Chapel of Memories entrusted with arrangements .
I miss you dearly my friend.

I wrote this last year in my other Blog.

We lost Ellen yesterday morning. I just found out, her Mom needed to process the news, and get home. I'm so damn sad, why is it always the people who try so hard and succeed at being good, lawfully and morally, who go so young?

I have a ton of good memories, some sad memories, but mostly, maybe it's the way I process things, slapstick memories. I laughed like a hyena most days I was with Ellen. She cracked me up, some of you may be thinking that's not so hard to do, she had the knack.

One memory I cherish is the time we rescued Newman (The Dullard) and 5 other kittens. Ellen lived in a neighborhood rife with wild cats, the old Lady two houses over had an unfixed male, and same with the house right next door. She was in cat heaven, for anyone else they'd complain and maybe poison them or trap them. Ellen named them, fed them, gave them medicine and was a one Woman show for having them caught and fixed.

We were having coffee one June afternoon, we could hear pitiful mewing, Ellen was pacing and she says to me "There's new kittens two doors over, let's go get them." I told her "You slipped a cog Girlfriend, they're in the Old Lady's basement." "The door is open, they need help." she told me. "They're infected and dirty and I ain't touching the bloody things!" I was firm.

Two minutes later there we are,(did I mention Ellen was very persuasive?) in yellow kitchen gloves, shorts and sandals. Ellen yells out "Go." and we're off, jump the first fence, no mean feat for me, scurry across the yard, leap the ditch, jump the next fence, by now we're laughing like maniacs, into the basement, start grabbing kittens and stuffing them in our pockets. "Go!!" she screams again and we're off. We're laughing so hard by now and one kitten is caught in Ellen's cleavage. We barely make it over the fences, then up her stairs to the deck. We're bent over laughing so hard that I couldn't exhale. We see the Old Lady come out on her back porch, Ellens gasping and trying to say ssshhh while the one cat is crawling out her top. Then the Old Lady says "Is there anybody there?" I, to this day have never laughed so hard in my life. Cats everywhere, the damn gloves, Ellen's skinny legs. I was gone for a good 10 minutes.

When I got the call this afternoon, Jackie, Johnny and their 6 year old son Jack were visiting. I went into the bedroom to better hear the call, Jackie came with me and held my hand, she got up to go into the livingroom, little Jack came in and crawled on my lap and gave me the biggest hug. What a sweet boy.

I'm bereft. I need to go process.

R.I.P My dear friend.


And this:

All things Winnie the Pooh
I was just scrolling through the sat guide and I noticed that CBC is having the Winnie the Pooh Christmas special tonight. Well I've been bawling for the last 20 minutes. Ellen, God keep her, was the ultimate Pooh fan. Over the years she was so easy to shop for. Anything and everything Winnie she had. Her bathroom was a shrine. Towels, figurines, bath mats, wall hangings, soap dishes, glasses, toothbrush holder, decals in the tub, you get the picture. I bought her a clear plastic pooh handbag for a quarter at a garage sale we were at. You'd have thought I gifted her with a Faberge egg. She was so damn happy.

I just went to my cupboard and got her Pooh mug out. Thing was dusty, breaks my heart. She had a bunny mug for me at her place, and I had the Pooh mug for her here. She bought me so much bunny paraphanalia over the years, "It's not too expensive if it fits the collection." she'd say.

I remember a couple years ago, Pat was in town, I hadn't seen her for a few months it was July around Ellen's birthday so we decided to have a combined birthday party. Ellen was at work so Pat and I went to Canadian Tire and bought her an hibachi for her deck. We bought coals and fire starter, we went to Safeway and bought potato salad, garlic bread and ribs. We were gonna feast. After two hours, being the rocket doctors that we are we finally put the damn BBQ together. We were kind of tipsy by then. We started the coals and went inside to get the meat ready. I'm a great marinator/spicer, but Ellen only had salt and pepper, some ketchup and a drop of mustard. hehe. Ellen didn't believe in spices, salt and pepper was good enough for the likes of her thankyou very much. After some trial I had the meat ready to go.

About a half hour later she came home. We're really tipsy at this point and both yell out SURPRISE!!! We bought you a BBQ! Totally deadpan she says "I know, the whole house is filled with smoke." Then she say's "The handles are on upside down." We laughed for a long time.

Another great day. The day after we went to the lake, Pat, Dave and Rob were camping. We took a couple beer and went to swim. Ellen wouldn't get in the water, she was adamant. "I'll get swimmers itch." "Oh you big baby!" We swam for an hour or so and went back to the campsite for supper. The next day Ellen calls, "Do you have swimmers itch?" "No" I replied. "Well I do!" She had it on her ankles and feet from wading. The rest of us were fine. Luck of the draw.

Ellen's last man was Martin, they were a striking couple, they both had waist length blond hair and were fun all rolled up in a tight package. After they parted ways the big joke was Ellen saying "I need a cowboy!" I'd reply, "Don't touch her, she might go off." After she bought her house she still *needed* a cowboy, but one that could fix the plumbing and the wiring, she'd be gentle, just use him 'til he did the work, then move on.

We'd party late and the next day Ellen would have her sure fire hangover cure. Luke warm (Campbells) cream of mushroom soup. Ugh. You have to remember that Ukee has no Rotten Ronnies.

I'm so going to miss her.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Ruby, reading, red hands, and time capsules.

I'm all about discovering some new and wonderful thing about Ruby every day. She's a complicated girl, but usually lets me play with her and never loses her cool. I love my new lap top.

I've read the new Stephen King book "Under the Dome." I loved it, the best one since "Lisey's Story." I'm 3/4's of the way through Dean Koontz's "Breathless." All I can say about this book is it's too short. This man gets better with age, one of my favorites. I absolutely loved the third installment of Jack Whyte's Templar series. I teared up at the ending. Excellent series.

My hands are chapped, same with my face and lips. My hair is poker straight and fly away. Gotta love the cold weather. I keep zapping the cats, and BT to a lesser degree. I managed to haul in some bunnies today, 20 or so, but had an unfortunate mishap and now one of them is headless and stuck in the frozen planter, the head however is in a bag......da da da.

Had kind of a neat thing happen today. I was reading the Province and saw an article on a Time Capsule in Prince Rupert. The thing was buried/cemented in, on July 23rd of 1971. The powers that be never put in a marker or anything and couldn't locate it for the great opening on March 2010. (P.R's 100th B-day) I remembered that Buzz was there, and that we had a photo from the paper. We dug it out of the hope chest and Buzz called the City Hall to tell them what he remembered of the location and that there's a distinctive totem pole in the background. They're going to hit the archives.

The joints are still making themselves known and like to shout a few times a day. Such assbags. I can only hope it stays at this level or gets completely better soon. Tree's up, cards sent, little tree outside decorated. Kids bought for, bring it on.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Cats, the other white meat

That about sums up the calibre of the conversation in the BFZ today. Don't we have fun? It was good to see the girls and just laugh about all things odd. When the end comes we all have our jobs, Marg prescriptions, Kim potable water, Jilly fuel, BT and I security. Then we eat the cats. BT is particularly happy about that one.

I got the cards done yesterday, all of them thank you very much, the tree is still in the box and
I've decided to just drop some snarled lights in the box and call it a day....hehe Done like uber Mom.

Haven't heard from the Boy for a couple days....hhhmmm. I'll have to eat the first 6 days of his advent calendar myself. (wouldn't want the chocolate to get stale) A good Mother wouldn't want him getting pukey. I'm all about the good mothering. I suffer.

The yard looks all blah to me. I still haven't hauled all the bunnies in for winter, a big job, really. There's a lot of frigging bunnies. Wooden, glass, rock, ceramic etc.... Gotta get on that before too long. Louie's broken bunny recovery home.

I may shop tomorrow, or not. I know what I need to buy, just lack the strength or the inclination. It's really not that late. Seems everyone rushes to have it *all* done by the first week in December. Sheesh, have a beer, read a book it'll get done, or not.

I received a nice chatty e-mail from my Moms cousin Susan, very much appreciated as I'm going through my *woe is me in pain all the time and my family is dead and the living ones are annoying* phase. Should last another 7 years or so, then I'll be good.

Time to chase the corpulent tabby cat around and around the house to snatch her up so she can pee. I really gotta cut back on all this exercise, wouldn't want to appear too manly to Buzz.

Friday, December 4, 2009

I did something right

last year, I actually bought Christmas cards on the 28th of December for 50% off. Who knew?
So apparently I have no excuse now. aarrgghh.
I had Buzz haul out my little tree, it sits forlorn and unassembled in it's box, it's insidious whispering is getting to me, "Make me pretty Mommy!" "Light me up!" "I love you, let me brighten up your life."

Still not sleeping, it's getting a little old. I quit the napping and any hint of caffeine after noonish. Still no joy. I never thought I'd miss the night drugs, big old flabby ass aside.

I ventured out of the house today for a whole hour. Whoopeeeee, all I have for my trouble is some groceries and a new knee ache. I have no idea why I'm anxious about being *ready* for Christmas, we've scaled back a lot and it's really not a lot of work. I guess it's all the uber Mommies on FB talking about all the baking and buying and decorating houses on the 1st of December. Makes me feel inadequate, so shaddup about it.

December 4th today. My nephew is 28, Buzz and I moved in together 29 years ago and it would have been my parents 50th anniversary. Kisses Mommy Ma'am and Daddy Sir.

The dog has developed a nervous gnawing thing on his right pork chop. I'm constantly yelling at him to leave it alone. Milly (best dog ever) had skin problems her whole life, plus she was allergic to fleas, so I'm concerned. BT hasn't any fleas (not for the big $$$ we paid) so maybe a hot spot or one of the cats got sick of being wrangled and bit him.

It was chilly today, but the sun was out and the prescription rebate came in so hello Christmas shopping, maybe, in a couple days, whatever.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

A little recreational battering

Here we go again, yet another famous family man accused in the tabloids of mowing someones lawn. Tiger, Tiger, Tiger. The legit media (hah) hasn't come right out and said what they really think/deduce, but they sure as Hell allude to it. Golf club, fight, other woman, etc.

The media has turned this incident into a three ring circus, they bad, Tiger bad, Mrs tiger really bad. Just think if it was the other way around. Mrs Tiger behind the wheel of a vehicle, scratched and battered (not from the accident) being hovered over by her husband with a golf club. There would be an uproar and rightfully so.

What do I think happened? I think the tabloids busted the story about Tiger and Ms. Uchitel. Tiger and Elin have a blow out, she slaps/scratches him about the head and shoulders, he takes off for the garage, she chases him with one of his clubs (maybe even connects) he gets in the car, backs into the hydrant, pulls out loses consciousness runs into the neighbors tree. Elin isn't done yet, she chases the car down and smashes the back window. Then *renders* first aid. yeah right, more like renders him unconscious.

So now Tiger is refusing to comment, he's cancelled all appearances until next year and he's paid a hefty fine of$164.00. Big deal. I think he needs to tell the truth, embarrassing or not and I think his wife should be charged with battery. Plus the media should back the Hell off.