BOO!

heh.

well, I'm posting a pic of the beautious pumpkins I carved, because I can't post a pic of my family in their Halloween costumes. Guess why?

BECAUSE DOGGIE ATE ANOTHER INTEGRAL CABLE.

I realized this when I tried to upload my Halloween costumy pictures from the digital camera, much after all Halloweeners(heh..wieners) had gone to bed (or off to party). So, smart goat-thinker that I am, I took the video cam out and took a still picture of the jack-o-lanterns with that. Just so I'd have SOMETHING.

So...how did doggie like Halloween? well, repeated ringing of the doorbell with children appearing on the threshold when doorbell was answered/door opened made the canine INSANELY hyper. So, I blocked off access. And sat in the stairwell waiting to perform my candy-handing-out duties while SHE overlooked and whined.

But after about an hour, she got tired of it all, and went to the bedroom to drown her frustrations in "blessed sleep on fuzzy blankie".

She's still there, actually. But I'm about ready to turn in for the night, so I should go encourage her to potty and I'll...pass out like all good mothers do on Halloween night. HEH.

travelling with doggie

oh boy. that was an experience.

Mr Brown's cousin got married in Hawaii a couple of weeks ago. They had a reception back in their hometown last night. So we arranged for a hotel room for the whole family of Browns, including the dog, and off we went! On the road. doggie makes 6. And all that.

It was stressful for doggie. Well, for me too, for that matter. (But at least I was still able to pee and poo). Doggie was just wacko! She'd whine to go out and then she wouldn't produce. Too many different sights and smells and noises. I mean, she EVENTUALLY went, but certainly not on command. It was roughly 4 trips outside to produce one pottying. It sucked! I was frustrated, but I also felt bad for her.

When we got home this afternoon she was simply GIDDY with joy. and relief. I think I was, too.

Let's see how she likes Halloween....

Sometimes it's hard to let things go

How petty. And yet, I'm frikken ANNOYED.

Someone corrected me on a baseball stat. Which I had heard on TV and search as I might I haven't been able to find clarification of online. (YET).

Going into today's game, I commented that 21 teams in the history of the World Series have had a 3 games to none lead, and 21 teams (all of them) have gone on to win the series.

Correction Guy has to jump in and say, " no, 18". I reply, "no...I don't think so. 21". Correction guy looks at me dismissively and goes on with his day.

Well, I'm here to tell you. 18 teams (well, 19 after the White Sox won tonight) had SWEPT the World Series. I wasn't talking about sweeping. I was talking about the likelihood, or lack thereof, that the Astros would be able to come back once they were down 3 games to 0. Since 21 teams had been ahead 3-0 and 21 teams WENT ON TO WIN.

I heard it on sportsnet. As IF I was wrong.

fuckin' correction guy.

sheesh.

PS, Walter

When I saw the beautiful purple cabbages in the autumn fields...I thought of you.

I entreat ye, therefore, Walter

I did not stop to consider that my joy, in the way it was expressed, might be hurtful to others. (i.e. Walter)

In my own defence (not that I need to get defensive, I'm just thinking this out, outloud...so to speak)...Joy is an emotion of the moment. It's a passionate, effervescent, even ethereal, DARE I SAY passionate eruption.

And, if I know my Walter, he would not want me to lose that passion. Passion. PASSION, BAYBEEEE.

You can't have one without the other. Being involved with a passionate woman means, at times, there may be the odd outburst which may be, perhaps, indelicate. But passion cannot be regulated!!

Please, please, please, Walter. I'm entreating you with all that is in me...please forgive me for blabbering on about the electronics dude.

Nothing happened.

And I still consider myself yours completely.

please forgive me, Walter

Look. When I said "I ruvs my electronics repair dude" I didn't mean that I actually "ruvs" him. Really, just a figure of speech, a bubbling over of enthusiasm because of my JOY.

Please.

Field Trip!

Littlest brownlette's school had a field trip today, and since elder ms brownlette's teachers are out on strike, I brought her with us too.

It was fun! and so pretty, even in the rain.

as promised, the construction photo

See how close together these houses are?

I wonder how much they paid for them...

(and how many bathrooms they have)

camera cable good to go

wow. a day early, and $5 less than he quoted me.

I ruvs my electronics repair dude.

"I Love Boys" update

Somehow elder ms. brownlette was snooping/lingering whilst I was blogging and saw that I had posted her "I LOVE BOYS" sign. Well, I think it was a combination of that, and her seeing the aforementioned sign in the scanner-bed when she went to scan in another picture she had drawn. Somehow she pieced it all together. This came out last night when I was telling Mr Brown about the incident. I didn't realize I hadn't told him.

Anyhow. She said "I can't believe you posted that on your "website". I'm so embarassed now!!!"

I told her not to worry. Probably only 2 people even read this "website".

Then I found out...that she didn't just leave that note on the landing in front of the boy's bedroom door. SHE HAD ACTUALLY slid it under the door.

mary, joseph, and the baby jesus.

status on digital camera cable...

I took the doggie-bitten cable into an electronics repair shop, and they are going to fix it, for approx. $15. It should be ready Wednesday.

Wooooohooooo!

I looked into replacing the cable, and it was going to cost around $23, plus shipping, to buy it online or from e-bay. And the Kodak website was just a nightmare. When I clicked on the thingy to find locations to buy the replacement cable, it WOULD NOT LOAD. I'm sure I got a better deal from mr repair-dude anyhow.

So, oh JOY! soon you will enjoy more photos.

heh.

Taking a stand for BC teachers

Public school teachers here are into the 7th day of a strike.

They were legislated back to work, which means now they are "breaking the law" by refusing to return to work.

Well, I say...isn't THAT convenient?

If legislators don't like what you're doing, they can just make a law against it, and then, if you don't cave in to their bullying, then you're breaking the law!

Man, that's handy! Brilliant, even!

I find it shameful that the gov't won't step in to FORCE negotiations in a situation in which these teachers have been working without a contract for MORE THAN A YEAR.

It's shameful, that now they can be called lawbreakers. That now the victims can be characterized as the villains.

I'd write more, but I have to go watch my kids...

2005 Fortune Envy List...I shit you not

Woah. check THIS out, Walter! (or anyone else that might care to)

Fortune magazine

Pipa! from Mr. Brown's favourite morning TV duo! The one with the stylist that should be fired!

the doggie sitters

I went back to work tonight, for the first time since Cocoa came to live with us.

I left her, and the kids, with my parents.

I think doggie is...pissed at me, un petit peu. (A little bit).

It was stressful for me! omg.

As I was trying to give them last-minute instructions for what to do, the doggie was jumping on them, barking, nipping...it was a fucking ZOO. My mother was visibly uncomfortable/borderline neurotic (She's soooo not a pet person). Cocoa was bounding about, and mom says "don't get all over me, DOG!" It had been raining all day, and I put the dog outside so I could prep my parents without her attacking them and riling up the kids more, and when we let her back in my mom was starting to lose it about how wet the dog was, and it was getting all over everything, and she should really have an old beach towel so we could dry her off before she came in, blah blah blah. My stomach sank..."What was I thinking???? None of us are prepared for this!!"

Anyhow, it all turned out ok. Although my mother said the poor thing (Cocoa) was at a loss for awhile, sniffing around, looking for me, following my mother's every step, taking refuge in a corner of the kitchen by the cupboards and looking with the big puppy eyes, asking for any clue as to "what the fuck? where's that woman who feeds me?"

(um, no, my mom did not say anything close to the fuck word. may god strike you down for even thinking that. that's me, exercising poetic license)

So anyhow, about 30 minutes after I got home (she was sleeping when I first arrived), after my parents had left, Cocoa woke up and walked into the room where I was and I SAW VISIBLE RELIEF IN THOSE DOGGIE EYES.

So I greeted her with much love and petting and much "oh there's my puppy, what a good girl, oh i ruvs my puppy, oh puppy, such a good girl" and she revelled in it. AND THEN

I saw the "I'm mad at you" look. The "how could you have done that to me" look. And while I had twinges of guilt I also laughed and said, "don't be mad at me! I'm back. You're fine".

So she followed me around for the next 20 minutes, getting underfoot, not letting me out of her sight, and then...yawning and finding her way back to bed.

The trauma is over, puppy. Sleep well.

you make me laugh

yeah. you should use your power-saw at 10:34pm pst whilst building your new house in my neighbourhood. because...that isn't obnoxious or anything.

ohh i'm so terribly disappointed that my ever-so-cute puppy has wrecked the connection on my camera port-thingy because i would love to show a picture of this new home they are building. lmao. i will, at some point, take my measuring tape out there to confirm, but my hypothesis is that the two new homes they have built right outside my backyard are about 3 feet away from each other.

ha!

that's so uncool.

doggie, doggie, doggie...

Well, the doggie has managed to get at the cord that connects my camera port to the wall outlet, in order to recharge. And it's no longer functioning.

So I'm not sure when I'm gonna be able to use the camera again.

Aaaargh.

I'll try and find a replacement adapter, but there are about a zillion other things I need to do also. So I'm not sure when I'll get to it.

The whole "happy 13th birthday d-unit (aka the boy)" went well. He got some clothes and money, so he's all happy. Hasn't had the official birthday party yet, but he's planning it for the weekend after this coming weekend. That's Thanksgiving, and many invitees have other plans for that "sacred" occasion, so he moved it ahead.

Maybe he could consider being a party-planner instead of a pizza delivery person!

I smell trouble

This is what I discovered this morning. It was on the landing, by the stairs down to the boy's room. 7 yr old brownlette made this sign and placed it there last night, while her brother and 4 of his new 13-yr-old football buddies were hanging out in his room.

oh.my.god.