Phone blogging….

I know it never ends well…yet I continue to try. I can’t add pictures, well… not where I want them to go anyways.

Typing is a nightmare, and for some reason if I make a mistake I can’t. For the life of me. Fix it.

Go figure.

The auto correct will either get me divorced, spanked or unfriended.

Possibly all three.

Also. I don’t really have anything intelligent to say.

I just miss writing.

And all of you.

I hardly have four seconds to blog. Summer seems to be here, and having two houses is time consuming. We are getting shit done though.

I might actually get the wallpaper in our room in Courtenay finished today. Two months is a good time frame to get one tiny room wallpapered. Right?

Whatever.

Stop judging me.

I think we might have a plan for the pond rubble in my yard too…did I tell you we got rid of the pond?  Well we did. Sort of. It looks better as rubble than it did as a pond.

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And I have decided I want a gazebo.

And a cow.

I might get the gazebo.

Bruce thinks the cow may not be the best idea. You know with the neighbours and the mooing and all.

Party pooper.

So I should go and get the day started and the wallpaper over with.

I think there is an ugly green awning coming down at the castle today. I will definately post pictures of that when it happens…

Happy weekend my friends :)

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If anyone wants to do this for me…

I would be eternally grateful…cause DAMN it is super cute!!!!

Bite me menopause…

That’s right…and you can bite hard.

It might not even be menopause. It could be spring, or my lack of self confidence or straight out PMS.

Who knows.

I just know that today, I am blaming menopause.

See, I am feeling the need for a change.

I don’t mean a big life change. I mean a ME change.

I do this. Ask my Mom…she has seen it all. The hair changes, the growing tattoos, the total makeovers…the good and the bad of the combined efforts. She hears about it no matter what happens.

Checking in is hard to do…

And I could at least post once a fucking week you would think. I tried last week, really I did.

But by the time I am done work, eaten dinner, traveled back and forth from here to Courtenay, cleaned both houses and amused all the amusable boys in my life, meaning Bruce and my children I am pretty much fucking done with entertaining. Or being awake.

Or funny.

Ok, no, I try to always  be funny. Life is too short not to be.

Work is starting to get busier, the weather is not cooperating with any kind of warmth, not consistently anyways.

I am proud to say that I have NOT worn my long  johns for at least three weeks now. Go me…

Hockey is over. Vancouver sucked this year. We are just faking our way through til the end now. I am going Phoenix to the cup. Go underdogs go!!

Other than that life has been pretty low key. I am staying out of trouble. Hard to believe I know. But it is totally true. Ask anyone.

I hope everything is going well for all of you and that life is treating you well…

As much as I can’t find time to do it, I really miss blogging. I miss spewing forth all the insane shit that goes around in my head. I really do.

Love y0u and miss you all…

 

When gardening just can’t be any more awesome!

I love spring. You all know this right? I wait for it all winter and bitch about it when it doesn’t come fast enough.

Enough of that, it is finally here.  And I am full out ready.

Well mostly.

I am finding it a bit of a challenge having two places to garden. I know…poor kitten, but see the thing about having two households is this…

A) You can never remember where the fuck you have stuff. Like it is in the Courtenay house or the Campbell house that we have no milk? Or fertilizer, or toilet paper…

B) You always need something at the one house that is at the other. Like a sharp razor, or more Vodka.

C) One house has something way more cool that the other, like in Courtenay we have a green house, in Campbell there is a woodstove…anyways, you get my drift right?

So back to gardening.

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