Aaahhhhhh boxing day

 

Well we had Christmas with the Gales. It was lovely. We had to get Bob home so he could work today. Luckily the bad weather held off until to day. Lots of fun. Lots of rum. Off to the theater tonight to see Scrooge. I’m excited. Hope the weather clears up.

Took lots of cousin pictures so I could make a cousin quilt. Bob wouldn’t smile without giving me the finger. Then the rest of them started doing the same. Ya nothing says we miss you than a quilt covered in pictures of your cousins giving you the finger.

This is a test

Bob posted this to test a program for da mama.  For lowering da mama’s blood pressure.  Pull my finger.

don'tthrowthecomputer My new mantra

Yesterday when I blogged, I was a bit afraid because I hadn't done it in a while and I can never remember how to get into it even though all of my passwords are saved. It should be a piece of cake but there's always some kind of hassle. Not yesterday! I get on to the blogger dashboard. I choose my blog, and off I go. Two minutes. No pain.

Ok so today I was going to write a cute story about being married on Solstice eve. That was a full half hour ago. First I go to the dashboard. It tells me that I am signed in but I do not have any blogs. Would I like to start one? NO! I want my other blogs to be there, just like they were yesterday. I decide to sign out and start again. I sign out and now it won't let me sign back in with the exact same email and password. The same ones!

sigh. So I sign in over and over again hoping that somehow it will change it's mind and let me in. It doesn't. after many tries and an amazing act of will power (i didn't throw my lappy against the wall) I just sat here fuming. I try to sign in one more time knowing that although seven might be the charm, I will not be signing in today......and then, kaplooie, I'm in. Why? I don't know. Times one through six were no different, yet here I am. Unfortunately I was told that I didn't have any blogs. AArrrrgg. don'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputer

OK I'm fine lets just find them shall we? "Can't find your blogs? Click here. " Oh I'll click here mister!! There will be clicking. "enter the url of the blog you are searching for" Ok so I open another window, find it, paste and copy it into the window. It tells me "no such blog" No such blog???? I open the other tab and stare at the blog that apparently doesn't exist. don'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputer
(who says I don't have will power?)

Sigh....so I fiddle with is until it recognises the url and sends me an email to another email account. For some reason it decided to sign me in by using my igoogle email and password instead of my blogger gmail account. Why would it change that without asking me? Why didn't it remember me the way it has been remembering me for years? Why did it happily remember me in yesterday and not today? don'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputer Man oh Man.

Then I look up the word solstice and when I come back my blog has vanished! Vanished! Gone! don'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputerdon'tthrowthecomputer
I am afraid to hit spell check. I'm just so very afraid

Been a while

Well here we are almost Christmas. I have pretty well everything done. Today I'll be baking pies for Christmas Day at Uncle Brian's. Charles is in town today and Chuck back at work and Dan sleeping and I'm alone. Aahhhhh.

Yesterday we gave out the last of our gifts to Amonte people and there we go.

Oh a couple of days ago a couple of people went out on to the lake a chopped a hole to see how thick the ice is. Then they turned and ran off of the lake. Tools. Yesterday we saw someone ese do the same thing and then put up an ice shack and drive his 4 wheelers out there. Wow, I hope when the ice breaks and he falls through that he catches a really big fish on the way down.

Two things

First I created the most accident prone piece of quilt art ever! I made a wall hanging to go in the fair. The theme this year is Bees so I made a hanging with a goofy bee and it says Bb is for Bummblebee. As first I put it on my dresser where it was leaning against an oil lamp and it wicked up kerosene. It stunk! So my quilters told me just to put it outside and the smell would fade. This morning Charles looked out on the deck and it was leaning against the screen, dripping with rain. Sigh.

Second I had this dream. Fran, Pam, Steve Dave, and all of us decided to make deep fried ice cream. We rolled the ice cream into balls and rolled them into cookie crumbs and froze them to make them really hard. Then we decided that deep fried ice cream was bad for us and it would be much healthier to bake the ice cream instead. So we did. They looked yummy, but Pam and Steve Dave ate mine!!!!!! They apologised and handed me a ball of fruit and tried to make me believe is was ice cream! As if!!!! Nice try Pam and Steve Dave! GRRrrrrrr!

Aahhhhhh Spring

Spring yard work time. I grab my wheelbarrow and rake and take my dog and off I go to pick up the sticks from the lawn. Hhhmmmmm... Take the dog and pick up sticks.... I didn't thing that through. I'm throwing them in the wheelbarrow and he's pulling them out and running around the house. He's gonna sleep well tonight with four tired legs and a sore ass!

I've almost got Bob's window painting done. I worked long and hard to find a graffiti font. I found the cutest one that was all bubbles letters, so cute! Unfortunately I was told it wasn't real graffiti, so I went back to Mr. Google to find better graffiti. Well I've been on more "Make money by doing nothing" and "Do you wanna f*** this girl" sites than the time I wanted to show Bela what Canadian wild life looks like and I googled "beaver".

sex and poop

Have you ever noticed that people like to talk to me about bodily functions, particularly sex and poop? Yesterday I was talking to a wonderful lady that I love who is in her 80's. She starts telling me about how great sex is and no one ever told her how much fun it is. It isn't just for having babies and getting a man. We talked about the last generation (I kinda thought she was the last generation) and how hung up they were about these things. Her mom never told her anything and her first period came as a confusing surprise to her. I told her how I was told once you tricked a guy into marrying you, you didn't have to have to worry about sex much after that, and sure it's fun when you're young, but once you have a man it isn't anymore. We laughed at our mom's and said if they didn't like it then they were doing something wrong. hahahaha

Betty gives me great hope. So many times we see older people who, even when they seem to be happy, have a sadness or anger about them. Always seeing the negative things, the things gone wrong, or the things that will go wrong if they dare to do something fun or different. Not so with Betty. She is my inspiration! She teases people, smiles, laughs. She is joy even when she's not feeling well. And she loves sex at 80 something! Very cool! You go girl!