Lord love a duck.

I did it again.

This time it only took me two years to figure out my password. I am the world's worst blogger. Seriously. Luckily no one reads this on purpose.

I am going to bed.
Hopefully I can remember the password again tomorrow. Maybe I'll just stay signed in. Probably a lot easier!

My Curious George Cricut Cutout

I have just spent the past two nights playing with my Cricut Design Studio creating cut files to make this Curious George cutout. I think it turned out alright. The first two attempts just looked like monkeys to me. Third time's a charm! I might do a bit more tweaking around the mouth area, but it'll do for now!

I thought drawing with ms paint was difficult! Took a bit of practice, but I think I know what I'm doing now. I used three cartridges to make this - Don Juan, Mini Monsters and George & Basic Shapes. (I'm not writing this because I think you're interested, I am putting this in writing so I don't forget again)! If you ever happen to get Design Studio and want the files, let me know and I'll try to figure out how to send them to you!

Hope you're having a good night. I am still fighting off a cold. Getting better - it's moved out of my head and down into my chest now. At least I can breathe again! That's it for today. Sleep well - talk to you tomorrow (if you can get your messenger to work)!

Happy Anniversary!

Do you know what happens when your soon-to-be husband arrives at the rehearsal dinner without the child he was supposed to pick up from daycare two hours earlier? Do you know what happens when you realize that everyone on the daycare's call list is at the rehearsal dinner which is the better part of an hour away? Do you know what happens when you open your mouth and nothing but profanity spews out (in front of the minister)? I'll tell you what happens. You become very distraught. So distraught in fact, that you would be willing to flop down to the floor in a public washroom, and wail like a banshee into a public toilet.



Yep. 16 years ago, Deb did just that. Lucky for her, I was there to console her. Unfortunately for her, I am emotionally dull - or - "socially awkward" as she likes to put it. Yep, my wise and thoughtful words saved a marriage that day!

"One day you'll laugh about this"

I drew a picture in honor of this special day!

Happy Anniversary!

My drawing for the day

Forgot to post a drawing. I will never get better if I don't practice. Here is a picture of our cats. There - my work here is done! LATER!

The devil finds work for idle hands...

This was so much fun!

I meant to check... have you moved your spare key?

Thanks for being such a good sport!

It's been a while. What are you doing this year on devil's night? Too bad we just pitched the 400 golf balls.

Think about it... let me know. We still owe a couple people for peanut butter and (according to Brett) "fake penises"...

October 30, 2011. Mark it on your calendar! They won't see it coming - it's been so long they probably think the dynamic duo have gotten old and given up our 2am excursions! And if you say no, I suggest you STAY AWAKE! I'll be coming for you - one way or another!

Life on Earth

If there was life on a far away planet, and they had the ability to watch over Earth day in and day out.....

Would they think that the planet Earth was inhabited by creatures that looked something like this?

And if they believed that, would they assume that this blue planet had a parasite problem?

I think about this quite often. Seems I have far too much time on my hands. Too bad I don't use it for something productive....

My Dad

My Dad makes me laugh. A lot. He's a funny guy. Unintentionally. Actually, I suppose I should say my Mom makes me laugh, because she's the one that tells me the things he does! Like the day he went for a walk to the mall not realizing he had a Q-tip sticking out of one ear. This was funny enough, but then she told me that he'd stopped to talk to people, including a lady who's dog was wearing sunglasses because it had just had cataract surgery. He actually told her that her four legged friend looked silly wearing them. Kudos to this lady for being able to keep a straight face.

Then there was the time my Dad sliced all his fingertips off using a mandolin slicer while prepping carrots for dinner. He called my Mom at work and told her that he cut himself with a grater. Seeing that I work three minutes from their house, and she works out of town, she called and asked my to pop over and check on him. So I went over with some gauze, band aids, antibacterial ointment and some finger cots. I got there, and found out that he cut all his fingertips off with a mandolin slicer. I cleaned the wounds, applied the ointment, gauzed them up and handed him the finger cots. He told me they looked like french ticklers. Then I had to show him how to put one on. Very funny... but not as funny as the message I got at work later that afternoon.

I nearly peed my pants when I heard this! Thank God I retrieved the message and not my boss. That would have been an interesting conversation!

Another time, my Dad called my Mom at work to say he had to buy new boots because his feet grew. Said he had a Hell of a time shovelling the driveway because his feet were so sore. When she got home from work, he told her again - he couldn't understand how, at his age, he was still growing. He put the boots on to show her. He crammed his aching feet back into them and hobbled into the kitchen to prove to her that he hadn't lost his mind. That's when he got an ear full for wearing my Mom's new boots.

My Dad has been very sick. At this point in time, there's still not a positive diagnosis. The doctors are leaning towards something called temporal arteritis. Anyway, it got so bad that my Mom took him to the hospital, where he was kept for a few days so they could do some testing. He was also given morphine and sleeping pills. At some ungodly hour on a Monday morning, my Mom got a call from the police saying they picked up my Dad near Kerr St. (a long walk from the hospital for an old man). She had to drive out to Oakville to pick him up and bring him back to the hospital. He explained that his buddy, Brian Franks, had died and that my Dad snuck out of the hospital to attend his memorial. He described the people that were there, and also stated that a hot dog stand was named in his honour. (Brian Franks is alive and well - all the people that were at the memorial were doctors and nurses that had been tending to him over the past two days). He was wearing his street clothes over his hospital gown. The fine nurses at OTMH didn't notice him slip out.

So now he's back at home. My Mom woke up in the middle of the night to my Dad fumbling around in the dark. When she asked what he was doing, he said "I think I'm stuck in a corner." She turned the light on and there he was, standing in the corner of the room - unsure of what he had to do to get to the door (that was RIGHT beside him).

And there you have it. Just a little glimpse into the inner workings of my Dad's mind. Quite funny, until I realize that I'm not that far from doing the same things. I drew some more bad pictures. Figure if I keep doing them, I am bound to get better at it. Besides, I like the pictures. They make this horrid blog a little more interesting. Still grammatically incorrect, but more entertaining (I think). Enough for now. 1½ hours until Hells Kitchen, 2½ hours until the 2½ men premier with Ashton Kutcher. Do you think it's pathetic that these shows will be the highlight of my day? I do. Later gator.