Where to start?
Monday - my day off today. I am at home by myself, bored to the core. I woke up to get the boys out the door, went back to sleep on the couch. Got up at 9:45 in time for the window guy who came over to quote (can you guess?) windows. He left, I talked to my boss on the phone, my stalker on the phone, my honey on the phone, my boss on the phone and half hour later, my boss again.
I waddled into the kitchen to prep the garlic chicken we're having for dinner. Part way into it, I realized that I don't have any garlic powder because about a month ago, I dumped all my spices into the bin seeing that I moved twice in the past six years - and they had made the moves with me. I'm sure they don't keep for six years. So I figured I'd wash the jars and refill them with fresh spices. Well, guess what I never got around to doing?
So, I head off to the store. I'm not sure why this tidbit of info has made it's way onto my blog. Nothing exciting happened... not like the time Deb and I were at Sobeys... I have to write this story down while I'm thinking of it.
We had gone to Sobeys (Deb HATES this store). One of the items on her list was chocolate milk powder. Somehow, she had passed it by a few aisles prior, but she refused to go back. She was frustrated because they stock their shelves weird. For instance: they keep the horseradish in a cooler with the eggs. Not sure how these two things are connected, but that's where you have to look to find it.
So anyway, we had separated and I met up with her at the end of an aisle and she was all excited because she had found some chocolate milk powder in a clearance cart (which she was still rummaging through). I took a closer look and noticed there was lettuce, tomatoes, fruit and all sorts of thing that would never be in a clearance cart. I pointed this out to her. She was going through someones cart while they were perusing the freezers. We start to laugh- all the while, trying to leave the area as quick as possible (as she stole the woman's chocolate milk powder!)
OK - back to what I was talking about which as I remember was nothing, so I'll just ramble on about the next random thought that pops into my head. Oh. I am making a lemon meringue pie for dessert. The garlic chicken used egg yolks, so I have all these egg whites to use somehow. So that's what's in the oven as I type away.
It's raining outside. The pool of blood that I left on "fall on your face Tuesday" has finally been washed away. I would have dragged the hose out, but the lines froze a couple years ago along that side of the house and it's not fixed yet so I couldn't.
Alright - I've been gone for quite a while now (bet you didn't even notice I was missing). Had to get the pie out of the oven, then decided I'd prep the baked potatoes, only to realize that I didn't have any. SO, I went back to the store, grabbed a coffee from Horton's, got home, washed the potatoes, threw them in the oven, set the table for dinner, loaded and ran the dishwasher, washed the dishes that don't belong in a dishwasher, talked to my Mom on the phone and now I'm back. (lucky you)
Went to Deb's yesterday - loaded the bikes in the truck so the kids could go to the Burlington dirt jumps. Poor Al. When we arrived, I asked him if he could look at Brett's bike because he said the chain kept falling off. So Al happily (or he puts on a really good show) took the bike and noted that it had no rear brakes as well. Who would have thought brakes would be required when jumping over hills? So, he fixed him all up and they went on their merry way.
Later in the afternoon we got a phone call from Deb's child #2 saying they were having a problem with a squirrel. It was a baby that wouldn't leave Cole alone. Kept following him So Deb told him to put it in the wooded area and leave it there. So that's what they did. Ten or fifteen minutes later he calls back saying that it came back and was crawling up Cole's leg. They asked if I could go over to see if I could make it stop. Deb said she'd send Al. (again, poor Al). So he hopped on his motorcycle to tend to the situation.
A short while after that, Dr Doolittle and a gaggle of kids were sitting on the front lawn with a baby squirrel. I took some pics on my phone, but can't download them, so when Deb downloads hers, I will add a pic. At the end of it all, their neighbor (a squirrel whisperer or something of the sort) took it in for the night to make sure it would be alright on its own. No update. Have no idea how it did overnight.
Well, the kids should be home from school soon, so I will end this here. No exciting plans for the week... work, work, bowling, work, work, drop kids off in Brantford and then it's the weekend. We've booked a hotel room at Niagara Falls - will pop over the border for a while, then back into Canada for the remainder of the day. Wonder how much the duty is on a case of beer? Tom really likes Rolling Rock, but you can't get it in Canada. That, and I'd like to go to a grocery store to pick up some of the other foods and snacks that you can't get here....
Man. What a boring post. Sorry. Will try to do better next time!
Phew! What a boring day.
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