Ka-BOOM!

Okay so it wasn't exactly as dramatic as Ka-BOOM but still, the wall (& door) separating my living room and (soon-to-be) dining room has come down! Which is an exciting pinnacle in the renovation process but also, it brings me the joyous, Christmas-y look of dry-wall dust powdering my house!!

I HATE MESS!!!!!!! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. Number of times I dusted today? Three. And no one is even WORKING on the house today. I took the opportunity to clean up everyone's "work areas" today. I am not sure they will thank me but still, I HATE MESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't understand how people can live in mess all the time! Am I just a little too Mrs.Clean??? B/C my dishwasher goes at least twice a day and I don't know if my washer/dryer EVER stops if my eyes are opened and my sink is always clear of all dishes. I like my floor washed at least every second day, my vacuum is out & running everyday before coffee-time and my sheets never go any longer than a week before being changed. More like twice a week really (mites, yuck). Is this abnormal? There are people laughing at me b/c I am constantly cleaning up the dry-wall mess while the place is still being sanded. But who can LIVE in mess????

And I won't even start on the people who live with 500 cats...

Barbie

A little known fact...If Barbie had my hip measurement she would have to be seven foot two and a half!! Also, if she were a real woman, she would have to crawl b/c her body could not physically support her frame. And she could not have both an trachea and an esophogus b/c there isn't enough room in her neck.

So what does this mean for me? B/C we know it somehow mean SOMETHING in regards to me...

Well OBVIOUS I am not 7 foot two and a half!!! I didn't make it to 6 feet (I tried so hard, even hung by my arms in the closet to try to stretch out the spinal cord, didn't work). Now my hair is no longer blonde. So OBVIOUSLY God is telling me to eat all the Christmas baking b/c I shall NEVER look like Barbie. Thank you. I shall now go and eat said baking.

Fa-La-La-La-Bah-Humbug

Well this is my big accomplishment this week. I hummed-and-ba-humbugged thinking I wouldn't even put up the tree with the dry-walling that will ensue in the next few weeks. And who wants to clean that mess up? And then the tree will have to be MOVED down to the new living room...BA HUMBUG!! But eventually I caved and set up the tree!

I am going to have to buy another tree at the end of the season since I will have a school-girl by next year--which means school-made decorations. And in my home, the tree is ALL about Mommy. NOTHING goes on that tree without running by me first. I did let them put on some Christmas balls this year. I moved them later to the right place...but still...ahhh what a great memory for them to take forth into the future.

But seriously, isn't Christmas GREAT???? It's my very FAVORITEST holiday!!! Especially with my little people!!! And I love all the snackie foods and all the drinks and the MUSIC. I just LOVE Christmas.

Whew! They changed it!

Well they changed the stupid riddle in Springwater (pop. 8). So the new riddle goes like this...

"What is brown and sticky?".

And this time it has nothing to do with bodily movements!! Anyone, anyone? The answer is actually ON the sign but does anyone wanna take a stab at it??? (And don't Google it and ruin the answer!).

My Own Top Ten

So in response to my dear, sweet little sister's blog here are my own top ten reasons to love where I live...

1. Tim Horton's -- it's not THAT far away!
2. The site of my kids & their cousins (real and surrogate) playing together
3. My next door neighbors
4. The water tower
5. Freedom for my kids to roam around their yard without creeps watching them
6. Subbing with my sister
7. Coffee dates with my girlz
8. My new house
9. Knowing that all roads for my wayward brothers and sister (-in-law) will return home
10. Pumpkin catapolting in the coulee

Irrational Fears...

So this is to make my little sister look more sane for being irrationally fear of walking through ditches (they DO have snakes you know)!

My irrational fears:

- dolls (notice how they STARE at you???? Just stare with those dead looking eyes.)
- kites (yeah, not sure about that one either. Just freak me out. I get so tense when I see one.)
- clowns (then once at the annual Saskatoon Fair...one followed my cousin Jody and I around for two hours. I was BAWLING by the time it left--oh and I was 19. But the damned clown just kept following, silently. Then it would tap me on the shoulder, then pretend to hide behind one of the other carnies...which reminds me...)
- carnies (WHERE do they FIND those people???? Do they TRAIN them to be so creepy???
- birds, any type anywhere (has anyone SEEN Hitchcock's movie??? I was frightened enough before but then I saw that movie and it confirmed all my fears, they will fly at you and peck at your eyes. THEY WILL!!!!

I was going to download a picture of a kite, or a bird or a doll but just can't bring myself to google for one!

Makes walking through ditches to avoid snakes look pretty normal doesn't it?

Anyone else have odd, irrational fears?

Anyone, Anyone?

Okay, so there is a town called Springwater not far from us (well really calling it a town is being a little generous, it is more like 5 houses with bad paint jobs. But I digress...). So, Springwater's only claim to fame is it's sign. They have this sign on the highway side of 'town' that constantly changes. Usually it has some sort of pathetically witty, family-friendly riddle. Like last week when it said "Where does a hamburger go to dance? The meat ball." Not exactly funny I suppose but still it makes slowing down to 60 KM (you ARE supposed to slow for some unknown reason, maybe one of the 6 residents is out walking their dog? Not sure. But again, I digress...) a little more enjoyable.

Now call me dense (just leave that one alone MomentBoy) but this week for the LIFE of me I do NOT get the sign. If ANYONE, ANYONE can get it then PLEASE let me in...

This is what it says...

"What made the lobster blush? The sea weed."

The Boring Life of Kiki

I am trying SO hard to think of creative and fun things to say. Something to keep the readers interested, you know? But since the last, really exciting post I have done the following:

- cleaned the house about a million times (which includes garbage and toilet duties)
- made what seems like meal after meal after meal
- hosted a one-year old's birthday party

And now I am babysitting my girlfriends little girl (isn't babysitting supposed to be the PAID position of a 12-year old girl?).

As you can see I am relatively certain that after this posting everyone will abandon me. Stick with me folks, eventually I will have to do some sort of farm work again. Or I'll trip and fall and hurt myself, that's always good for a story or two.

The Tale of Butch & Kiki

Well I am really turning into a farmgurl! This week we went to my Mom and Dad's to help finish harvest. My sister was there with her little family also. Which is all fun.

So Glo (aka Gloria, also known as my sister) and I noticed an odd family phenomenon...No one, NO ONE I say, expects me to be out there doing farm work. It isn't even asked of me to drive a truck let alone a combine. But not so much for my big sister. Nope, she trucks, she combines.

Now why is that? Well the ONLY reason we could come up with is that I am obviously cuter than her. No one expects the cute one to get dirty and gross. No, the cute one stays inside and posts blogs. Poor, homely Glo, she has to get out there and work...hard. She was really dirty when she came in.

Thus our new nicknames...Butch, being ugly Glo and Kiki being my new cute name.

Well Butch just couldn't let it go. She forced me one day to put on my Gap jeans and Parasuco sweater (these are the closest 'farming' garments I could find) and come out with her in the combine. Which was all fine and good (I brought refreshments) expect we had to share a seat. And Butch took up way more than her allotted room. So I had to sit with this lever sticking STRAIGHT up my...well you know...and bounce around in the dusty combine.

Then dusk set in. And we realized Papa's combine has no heater. And Kiki did not bring her Gap jacket to keep warm with. And Kiki did not forsee this issue and shared her refreshments with the others...so at this time Kiki had been out there for 5 hours...and Kiki was not happy. And Kiki had to use the potty. And there are NO potties in the field.

Boy was Kiki happy when the night was over.

No one asked Kiki to go back out. After that Kiki was on babysitting and meal duties ONLY.

And really, I would soon like to post something WITHOUT farming being the root of the issue.

Clifford & the Pumpkins

My Day...

So on Wednesday night David says to me "Mom & Dad will watch the kids, do you wanna go to the city with me tomorrow?". Quickly I said "sure", a day in the city is always fun right? Slowly, slowly it dawned on me. David is making pumpkin deliveries. Eight bins of pumpkins...

You can't fit 8 bins of pumpkins in the Jetta or the van. You can't even fit them in the 1/2-tonne truck. Nope. Eight bins of pumpkins gotta go in the back of the grain truck. Which means I have to ride in the front of the grain truck.

At this point I try to get out of it but David guilts me into going along. So in I climb, climb, climb. We bounce all the way to the city. (Note to those who do not know: a grain truck filled with eight bins of pumpkins can't go the speed limit.) I feel much like a hutterite.

What is a hutterite some of you might ask? Well they are a group of people who live on a colony and live and work communally. Often they are confused with the Amish b/c they wear similar clothing. You will often see the Hutterites headed into the city in their grain trucks or other farm vehicles (once I saw a man and two women in a combine driving around). One should also note that the Hutterites always have really nice, new equipment and vehicles.

So David and I are joking around that we are living like Hutterites...then we pull into the Burger King parking lot (we had to go there b/c David couldn't get the big grain truck and it's eight bins of pumpkins parked anywhere else), and we climb out. Only to see a group of Hutterites pointing and LAUGHING AT US!

I had some things to do in the city. And it was the unsaid policy that David would drop me off in some obscure place so that I wasn't actually SEEN getting out of the not-even-good-enough-for-the-Hutterite-grain-truck. There was a small glitch, however. The passenger door doesn't work (a little fact that remained unmentioned until I needed to get out the first time). So I had to unroll the window lean ALL THE WAY out to reach the handle and open the door and then jump out at each stop. It made it a little difficult to be inconspicuous.

Now really people, do I really seem like the kind of girl who should get in the grain truck and drive to the city???????? What do you think the odds are I will EVER, EVER, EVER do that again????????

And then it Begins

Okay so Angela I am about to prove how wrong you can be. You thought I would have an amusing blog. Nope. You fail to recognize how dull my life is. For instance the only thing I am doing today is watching Dr.Phil. That's boring. Not at all amusing. Sorry to disappoint.