Monday Bunday

doing the bunny 500 around the living room...

Sunday morning:: laying in bed, listening to the squirrel family that's moved into our ceiling (no, not in the same space as the raccoons). They're living above the kitchen... so I figure (as it's a sloped roof there) they must be living somewhere between the shingles.. and the plaster. I can hear them chattering and mewing at each other... it's kind of creepy. So, I'm laying in bed, listening to the squirrels. And I'm thinking... "sheesh, these squirrels are sounding like they've found their way into the attic... I can't hear their little claws anymore... it's more a thudding."
And I think some more... "hmmm. sounds almost like the bunny 500 in the hallway... but... not, because we have squirrels in the roof, not bunnies in the hall... the bunnies are in their cage"
I roll over and go back to sleep.
It gets to the point where I should probably get out of bed if I'm planning on going anywhere, so I stumble to my feet and open my door... where I'm met by both Pontouf and Fynn.
Seems that when I put them in their cage the night before, I forgot to lock it... thankfully they were so excited to be racing in the hallway, they didn't stop to eat anything they shouldn't be eating.

ah ha... mah date book!

this weekend I was planning on getting to the zoo.
but for some reason, when I got up on Saturday morning.... I WAS UNABLE to change out of my PJs! There was some sort of force field keeping me from getting dressed, from getting out of the house... from leaving the couch! The force field weakened just enough for me to sit and pirate for a bit.. but then! back to the couch!
Knowing it couldn't be resisted, but still knowing I had some yummy soup to make for a dinner I was to go to... I used all my strength (with the help of a Reese peanut butter cup) and fought my way to the grocery store....

in my pajamas.

I put a jean skirt and sweater over them.

have I mentioned the grocery store is pretty much across the street?

overheard in New.... err... Colborne

a woman just walked into the library where I'm currently hard at work....
she just announced in a loud, old woman's voice, cackley with smoke-enhanced lungs

"do you have any books by some author by the name of Tolkien?"

all that junk inside your trunk

when I was touring with Watoto, each night had us in a new home... you never really knew what it was going to be like until you arrived, BUT... generally you could get an idea by looking at their car. Not so much what type of car they were driving (well, no, that's not true, Canadians were well reflected by their choice of vehicle, Americans... not so much.... not at all) but more by what was in their car, or... what condition their car was in.
Tonight I was clearing some of the stuff from my car. And while I did, I wondered how people would classify me, or what impression they'd have of me by the contents of my little sunfire...

Tonight included, but wasn't limited to:: three pairs of high heels, one board game, eight pairs of socks (mostly pirate themed) a crock pot, a kitchen aid mixer, one (size small) goat skin East African drum, a winter coat, a lawn chair, festival blanket, library books, sleeping bag, rocking chair, cast iron pan, a pair of barn boots, swimming gear, gym bag, meeting minutes, and two empty coffee cups.

What's in your car?

yarrr grrrr

I don't know WHAT's going on... but I can't log into puzzle pirates. It's making me really really grumpy. I've gone to the site, reloaded the program.... I don't know what else to do... I hope it resolves itself soon.

31 degrees.

That's the temperature for thanksgiving dinner last night!
We had discussed doing the whole outdoor meal thing.. but after being swarmed by mosquitoes and lady bugs... we decided to sweat with the turkey inside.

speaking of insects.

This summer, with the lack of rain, and the removal of our vines... and the giant decaying factory being torn down... our landscape was... drier... hotter... than I've ever seen it in the tannery area (hmmm... I suppose that since the tannery doesn't exist... we aren't the tannery area any more) ....After my first yearly snail-crush (I'm so sorry Snailio Eglacias) in the spring, I figure I've only counted 7-10 snails over the summer.

fast forward to NOW.

We have snails again.

I single handedly have, since Saturday, unwittingly brought to an untimely death, no less than 4 snailios.

Tonight, on my walk, I counted 5 crushed little bodies.

watch your step.

FOUND!!!!

ok, last week? I mentioned how much I loved the new Old Navy commercial (the sweater one) and... ta-da! it's been found... take a listen to it . It's been in my head since it first came out.

Monday Bunday

Happy thanksgiving everyone! It looks like this year (thanks? to global warming) we'll be having our turkey outside!

I took too many shots this week, so in celebration of all we've been given, here's a little heap o'bun shots.

Fynn's a dad! none of them got his dark brown, BUT one... (not pictured) and it came out solid dark chocolate.... ooch... too cute, edible.

little Fynn-pants.... checking out the magic tea-towel of goodness... what will it hold today?

well, I think we may have a problem... 'Touf is now bigger than Norty ever was... but he hasn't "filled out" in the same manner... all his clothes are baggy, but too short in the arms (his shoulders are broader) and I'm still not sure how to manage those ears with the hoodies...

all in a day

it's been yet another busy week... but I think that's it now... really... um... honestly?
I hope.

This week the Sheffs moved into town, it was a huge job, BUT it was cool to see just how many people were willing to help out! By the time I got there after work on Friday most of the work was done, so I just joined Maria and we played house set-up. I love putting things into their new spots in a new house... now if only I could capture that enthusiasm and use it to put away my own crap.

This pic is from one of my new favourite blogs, if you get a chance to check it out I def recommend it... www.bentobjects.blogspot.com

Nuit Blanche

Saturday night in the city... with a few thousand of my closest friends...

It really was a great night, and I'm still not totally sure what I liked the best there.... I'm super fond of the Arts Counsel stuff- all textiles, very interesting... the wall hanging that I thought was a mosaic to look like a pebbled stream... ended up being made of felted wools, the two sided wall hanging of a garden, the vase like felted creatures... I loved the giant aquarium, the tables floating behind the car-sized fish. The music and smells, the carpeted walkway, the photos, the paintings, the pom poms... the sculptures... the camp tent.
So much to take in, and we barely finished a third of the art out there...
While standing under the "lobotomy's $300" sign, I noticed a familiar face... but couldn't place it... I stared for a bit, then turned around and asked my friend, as I asked, I knew... and I hissed... "that's Andrew Younghusband!"
Sadly, I hissed too loudly, he looked up on hearing his name and melted into the night...
just as well, I would have missed a lot of the art following him around for the night.

Monday Bunday

the weekly installment....

couldn't keep 'Touf away from the Shanghai noodles... I spent most of the evening fighting to eat my own dinner.