apologies

I take it back... my complaints and grumblings about USPS....

Your item left the United States from SAN FRANCISCO AMC at 1:13
am on July 27, 2006. Information, if available, is updated every evening.
Please check again later.

*phew*
that's information I can handle.

Pack your bags

Ok. So. Last night.
I went to Karaoke, as I do every Wednesday night, except on the rare occasion when I don't go. I had let Sir Buns-o-lot (Norty Pee, little buddy, big man, fuzz butt, buddy-bunny, Norbert, Norton, lil'guy, clososaurus) out of his cage earlier in the evening as I was watching the news and putzing around on the computer. I decided that rather than waste time trying to find him to put him in his prison before I left, I'd let him free for the eve. Besides (thought I) he's been so good for weeks on end, and those handy garden trim things block him from spending all his time under my bed.... It'll be my treat. I even left him a real treat out in the hall on an old towel.
When I got home from K, I couldn't find him anywhere. No fear, I know he couldn't have gotten outside... He's somewhere in the apartment. No fear, I'm not going to bother looking for him, it's dark, he's probably chilling in the sunroom.
I sit down at my computer to check on the status of mah'bass (which by the way, has not been updated... Silly USPS, if you've got the tools... USE THEM) as I'm sitting I hear this faint gnawing noise.... Not unlike the noise Nort used to make when chewing on Mom and Dad's couch many years back... Not unlike the noise I sometimes hear when there's a big ol'carrot nearby... Not unlike the noise a bunny might make as it CHEWS THRU MY SUITCASE IN ORDER TO GAIN ACCESS TO THE HIDDEN WONDERLAND UNDER MY BED!!!!!
Yes. It's true.
I didn't put fencing the last foot of space under my bed because A) there was only one foot left, I didn't want to buy another four foot section and B) my giant suitcase that has taken me to Africa and back twice was blocking the path.
Does anyone know a REALLY great seamstress who might be able to patch the hole and put on a new zipper?

new flavour (or) this one belongs in the dog house

I love my rabbit.
But cooking him up and making him into stew has never been more appealing.
grrrrrrrrr.
somebunny's in trouble!

Atlas anyone?

So here I've been saying my bass is coming from North Carolina.
Um... I need to work on my American abreviations.
MY bass is coming from Nevada.
*sigh*

winner

how's this for a control freak's greatest discovery?
I can TRACK my bass thru USPS.
sigh... I love technology.

MINE

mine mine mine mine mine mine...
finally
moooowahahahaha!





rather exciting don't you think? Now I've NO excuse not to learn. I'd better dig out my lesson stuff from the fall! The only part I don't like is the callouses I've got to build again.
I really like having the sensation in the tips of my fingers.
Such is life..... livin a good life.

Home again

I feel like I haven't been home in forever. I'm home at a fairly decent hour tonight... Not early enough to feel ok about thumping around in my room and waking up the whole house, but early enough to blab a bit.
First, I haven't been home... Therefore, I've been neglectful in my duties as a home dweller. I missed garbage day two weeks in a row... And there wasn't enough three weeks ago to warrant taking it out. The garbage was getting smelly. I double bagged it the other day when I begin to notice the ouder. It got worse this week. Last night I slept on the sun porch... With the door shut. Just so I wouldn't smell it. Then I forgot about it till this evening. D-Town was going to go use the computer, I was going to VanDan's for a movie.... I remembered as D was about to go... And told him to brace himself.
blah blah blah... shorten the story... D finished his work at the computer and headed home... THEN when he should have been sleeping (as he works at a ridiculous hour of the morning) he drove back to my house just to take my nasty garbage out to his dumpster before I got home.
He's fantastic.

segwaaaaaaaayyyyyy......
Went to Aunt Jean's 65th birthday party, Dalton came with, he met many cousins, and the general consensus was "he's REALLY nice/funny/great/sweet/charming" yeah yeah... I know...
Best part of the afternoon was when my cousin Sue's husband, Orhan, came up to meet Dalton.
Orhan's from Turkey, he's a great guy, I don't know him well, and this weekend I feel like I actually met him for the first time... He's very straight forward, kinda sarcastic... a dangerous mix for me, I'm pretty gullible. Orhan introduces himself to Dalton, then says "SO, how do you like Canada? Is it hot enough for you? You find it cold?" ALL eyes turn to Dalton to see how he's going to react... And Sue, with a look of near horror says "Orhan! Maybe's he's Canadian! Not everyone's a foreigner!" and Orhan simply replies "Are you?"
By the end of the afternoon, they were best buddies... It was beautiful.

It's getting late. I'm now going to sign off and purchase myself an acoustic bass guitar. No more procrastinating, hemming and hawing about it.
it's pretty, I'll show you a picture soon.

Pass the loonies, let's make it a night

I've discovered my calling in life.
and it involves going to the arcade.. Or arcade type places....
All it takes is a little money, a little time, and some quick feet.
Yes, that's right.
I've discovered Dance Dance Revolution.
It's fantastic.

Flying by!

Have you noticed how fast everything goes in the summer? We're more than halfway thru July. Yesterday I was working out details (starting to work out the details) so I can go up to joy camp for a bit during Jr.Youth.
Baby Kate and I are going to trade off and we're going to put together this year's newsletter.... still not sure why it's called a newsletter... More of a yearbook... A "weekbook"? A scrapbook of the week's activities, pictures, articles, addresses and music. I'm pretty proud of what I've accomplished in the past. I find the hardest part is finding a laptop for the week. Maybe we'll just use my whole computer this year... But I have to leave early (Kate will be on her own for the last two days). I don't have a printer yet, but I was hoping to purchase one this month anyway.... The only downfall will be that we won't have an internet connection if I take my computer, it doesn't have a wireless-whatever-it-needs to pick it up. BAH! Seriously... This part is the annoying part. Whatever, it'll all get worked out anyway... It always does.

This week I have my first official SVFF meeting too. Shelter Valley Folk Fest is just around the corner!!!! I'm pretty pumped about that. This year I've got a much better grasp on the job, it should go much quicker, and I've got a lot more contacts than when I first started out.

This is a boring post. I've got more to write. But time to go.

Eavesdropping?

Side note:: where did the term eavesdropping come from? Did someone sit on the eves, and drop down?

So, I've probably seen a grand total of 16 episodes of "That 70's Show", and it's always made me laugh. Today, enjoying my afternoon off, I sat on the couch. The bunny ears on the TV failed me yet again, and my choices were 1) baseball 2) infomercials 3) French 4) 2 episodes of "That 70's Show" that I've already seen. I watched the 70's show....
But while I watched... I did my nails. Boring info I know... BUT during one of the episodes they were talking about a CB radio. I've always wanted a CB radio. I don't really know why... It's just always seemed like a fun idea. I'd never actually get one, but the idea's always been in my head.
During the episode a CB message came blaring thru the TV set.... WAY louder than the program... WAY louder. It wasn't the program.
Some how my bunny ears are picking up the signal from one of the Cobourg police cars! They were talking about "corner of claire and george" "big yellow brick house". I kept one eye out the window... that was sketchy-the-drug-dealer's place. Sure enough, a few moments later I saw an unmarked car turn the corner. They talked in code... I don't know what happened. And it doesn't matter... I've got a fake CB radio!!! Channel 78
:)