Regular Programming is Now Resumed

I'm back- do do do do, do do do do.... Thank you to my guest host, Miss Kathleen.

After coming home and finding my computer disassembled a few days ago while the Skipper laid some wood flooring, I wasn't sure when I would get back online. Didn't take too long, though I can't say the same for the floors. When you build your own house from the bottom up, projects take time, especially when the Skip has to work elsewhere in order to get paid! We are at the beginning of the commercial fishing season, so he is getting really busy. I would like to say that I have learned something and have matured from my younger days- I have not said one word of complaint to him when I heard that the herring fishery had opened yesterday and he had to stop work here at home. Even though our couch is stuck in the kitchen, blocking dogs and kids from entering the off limits family room where our floor is being laid, even though my ex in laws will be visiting before the house is put back to rights, even though there are blankets in our upstairs landing, covering the untreated floor, and even though that untreated wood is right butt up against our upstairs bathroom door, which the littles like to flood every second night during bath time - I did not complain- to him anyways. What's the poor, overworked guy to do? It's not really that big a deal- nothing to gripe about. That's where having a poor first marriage comes in handy- you tend to not sweat the small stuff as much the second time 'round. Being 34 years old instead of a mere 20 helps keep things in perspective as well.

I've been re reading the Anne series again- those are my life long favourites. I can so relate to her escapades. Did I ever tell you about the times I:

* painted my little fort , and happily went on my merry freckled way- only to have my dad come in later, fuming because somehow his cows were BRIGHT RED? (I was only 6- I did not anticipate this happening... even though my wet fort was in the cow pasture- apparently built in the same trees that those durn cows liked to scratch themselves on.)

* got locked in the chicken coop by one of my brothers, who still insists he went for a "walk" for an hour and did not hear my cries as I cowered in fear of the attack rooster?

* lost control of my banana seat bike while riding along the highway with a bucket brimful of juicy blackberries? What a tragedy after all that patient picking. How totally embarrassing when you live in a small town where everyone driving by knows you as you lie on the side of the road while your friend roars with laughter.

* tired to be a smart aleck in school? When my friend told my teacher that he looked like a moron, I attempted to bring humour to the situation. when he demanded an apology from her, I filled the awkward silence by announcing that my friend Chelsea was sorry he looked like a moron. (that one still gets me- I am laughing as I type this- pretty funny for a 10 year old.) I joined her for detention.

*read a YAMAHA motorcycle sticker backwards in a cool older guy's truck window and nonchalantly made conversation by asking him what AHAMAY meant? That totally blew my cover. I was NOT cool by any means.

* put up my hand at Pioneer Girls church club and asked what an orgy was? I still laugh about that too. I was really naive, but 10 year old girls shouldn't know that anyways. I don't know WHY my leader chose to read that particular scripture - didn't she know that some nerdy kid would ask that?

* backed into my brother's new pick up in my parent's mini van?

* drove over my parent's lawn mower with an old red pick up I owned as a young adult?

* wrestled with a sick billy goat in the back of a back firing Pacer while transporting it to the vet's? SMELLY is an understatement.

* decided to tie dye my boyfriend's jeans to salvage them as he had gotten a spot of bleach on one leg? I did this by putting them in a bucket of undiluted bleach for about 8 hours. My grampa almost peed himself laughing as I pulled out disintegrated scraps of denim later that night.

* made my home ec teacher tear up when I sewed the cuff of my sleeve to the neck of my T shirt?

It looked like I almost made my computer teacher cry once as well, when I messed up half of the computers in the lab- it was hard to tell what his exact reaction was as he shook his head and just left the room. To this day, I still don't know how to do a spread sheet.

Come to think of it, I remember my high school basketball coach wincing often when I was on the court. I was so scared of dribbling that I would try to run without moving my feet. Obviously, that didn' t work and always resulted in me tipping over and losing the ball.

It is getting late, and those are just some of the silly things I have done. I like to think that this quality makes me approachable. Maybe people just think I am an idiot, but I like to think of it as QUIRKY- sounds more appealing.