Friday, March 28, 2008
Been playing around with the webcam and some video editing software. The picture is fuzzy because I have a $1.99 cheapie camera from before I started boycotting dollar stores, and the microphone is from DD's playset (ROFL - came with a Barbie thingy). Not bad for toys, if you ask me. Let me know what you think.
For those who made comments about the headache and those who sent e-mail advice, thank you! After it had snowed for a few hours (and I mean SNOWED. It was swirly large sticky flakes - like being trapped in a snow globe) the headache eased and right now I am twinge free. Hurray! However, since my body is a weather meter, it was replaced by a butt cramp ROFL. Sometimes when it gets colder like this I get a sort of crampy pinchy feeling in my hip. It can be mild and annoying, or like last night - my leg was giving out when I tried to walk. Basically something is spasming and touching something else and making my nerves and muscles down that side all whacky. But thankfully it was not achy and I was able to sleep once I was stretched all out. Today I stretched out on the couch with the hot pack along my body (I have a huge long one I made myself using cotton fabric and rice) and read for a good long while. Jasmine laid on me the entire time, clutching my hands with her paws and purring like a maniac LOL. Ruby was on the armrest at my head for part of it, but she wanted to lie on the couch. Only because the cat was on me she was jealous so SHE wanted to lie on me. Jasmine was taking ALL the room (She is a very large cat) except for a little bit of my chest. But how to get there? No room next to my shoulder to walk along the side of he couch. If she jumped down and came up from the bottom she would have to walk past Jasmine and she didn't want to do that. She finally figured it out, and it cracked me up. She walked across the BACK of the couch, turned around up there (picture a hippo turning around on a tight rope. It was tense for us all) and coming back the other way to position herself above where she wanted to be. Then she s-l-o-w-l-y slid down the back of the couch and landed on that small strip of body. Shhhhhh-plop! With a deep sigh she laid down across my chest. The overspill of course was on on my chin and I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe. But it all righted itself in no time. Jasmine was giving her the grumpy cat look - complete with flat ears and sour puss face - and Ruby looked up, wagged her tail and gave her a quick pug kiss. Those kisses generally come with an appetizer of sniffing, a wet lick from the wrong side of her tongue, then a snot right in the face. Jasmine was completely disgusted with this pug display of affection but did NOT get down. She has jealousy issues of her own. She just shifted down more and gave the dog more room. Which I was grateful for because then I no longer had soft dog rolls on my face. As for being able to breathe, well, that was still up for grabs. Between Ruby and Jasmine I had about fifty pounds of animal on me. Xena is the little fairy fluff of the two, when it comes to weight. She tiptoes across you and you hardly know she is there. But if she would have decided to do it right then I probably would have smothered to death instantly. The sun is so bright right now that it has already melted most of what fell on the patio. I think we got a couple of inches all told last night. DH said the roads were nasty, considering that we just went through several inches of snow, and this was so little compared to that. I think it was the stickiness of the snow. Every time Ruby went out it would pile up on her and she would come in looking like a yeti. She is the only dog I know that LOVES being rubbed with a towel when she comes in wet. She will stand nice and wag her tail and look at you lovingly. But the minute she feels dry enough, look out! She will grab that towel and give it a good shaking. When you walk away to hang it up she jumps at it, snapping like an alligator at a jumparoo show. This afternoon and evening I plan on working on some knitting that I have been neglecting. I have barely touched the socks since the last update and I should get my arse in gear finishing another piece that is a present. The date is fast approaching on that one and I am only half done, on a project that gets bigger as you go. The second half takes twice as long to finish as the first. When will I learn to make certain projects top down? That way it only gets easier as you go along? For an intelligent person sometimes I am so dumb it astounds. We have a "do" tomorrow for somebody that works with DH. I think on Sunday I might insist on visiting a local greenhouse. I need to see some green and smell some dirt to refresh my soul and convince it that spring is coming. I mean, two days ago I was romping in the garden looking to see what sprouts were starting - and today DH was shovelling the driveway. I am so ready for spring and green things and fresh food and light breezes. Sigh.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
I cannot take this weather any longer. One day it is bright and sunny and warming up, the next it is windy and cold, and now they are forecasting another winter storm. Now, I don't care really either way if we have snow. But do I have to get a banging sinus headache every time the weather changes? And this one is a doozy. Cheekbones pounding and eyes watering, and my jaw is stiff and achy. It hurts to talk because my face moves too much. Medication is just taking the edge off, and heat packs around my neck are helping but they make me fall asleep almost instantly. I suppose cooking my brain is not the best strategy but I am getting desparate. DD however is taking full advantage of this opportunity. See, it hurts to yell so she pretty much has free reign. Last night she re-arranged the family room so that she could have more room to play beach ball volleyball off the picture wall. Double points for hitting the flat screen tv hard enough to make it rock. Triple points for scaring the fish half to death at the same time. She also moved the furniture on the porch so she could play with her skip-it, and at some point filled her sled (which was half full with melting snow) with the potting soil from the strawberry pots. In other words, it is now filled with black mud. She left black foot prints all over the porch and across the kitchen floor. Thankfully, she didn't make it to the carpet before I forced the boots off her feet. She resisted doing her homework for a full two hours, and ate her weight in candy. If I am not more vigilant and oppressive tonight I'll have to hire help lest she take over the house completely. I wonder what the Hell's Angels are doing later. Ruby is loving it also. Not only does she get to scrounge through candy wrappers in search for tidbits, but there has been lots of couch-cuddle time. Her favourite thing! Especially when she can steal a corner of the hot pack. When she gets overheated she gives out a great "Harumph!" and trounces across my body to the end of the couch where she lays fully extended. Best warm-belly to cold-couch cushion contact that way. After she cools off for a while, she yawns and stretches and galumphs back up my body and plops down where ever she feels like it. Sometimes that is across my face, sometimes that is directly on an internal organ, and more oftan than not I end up with pug toes in my belly button or a curly tail in my face. But as long as she is comfortable. Sheesh! The cats were driving me crazy as well. If it wasn't Jasmine sitting on my chest, stifling me and drooling on whatever she could, then it was Xena scuttling across the top of the couch like some deranged crab creature or delivering run-by-swattings. I crumpled up some paper balls and tossed them, hoping to distract the cats away from my prone body. However it seems I have just armed them with projectiles to bounce off my head from across the room. They cross my body like a bridge to retrieve said items, then dig their claws into whatever tender part is handy and use me as a springboard. I have to rethink this strategy before every inch of skin is covered with claw-pokes, paw shaped bruises, or drool. If this headache doesn't go away soon, I just might beg the cats to eat my eyes and be done with it. We all know they want to.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
DD got an interesting easter present. A bootleg movie. Not just a copy of a movie that somebody had bought, but even worse - one of those kinds where somebody brought in a camcorder to a movie theater and taped a current release. Now, this person did not make the movie and in fact didn't even understand what they had. Even after explaining it, they still didn't understand what we meant by "bootleg" and why it was wrong. Finally we decided to just drop the matter for the moment because feathers were being ruffled and people were getting riled. Once we were home, DD asked if she could watch her movie. I explained to her how it was a STOLEN movie, and asked if she still wanted to watch it. She admitted that it was wrong to do, and that she would feel guilty, but she really did want to watch the movie. After all, SHE didn't steal it - it had been a present! I asked, if mommy went to the store and stole a book then gave it to you, it is still stealing even if it is a gift. If you know it is stolen when you get it, you should not take it, or at least not read it. It is EVERY PERSON's responsibility to do the right thing, no matter how many people before them did not. She decided not to watch the movie, but we could tell she was extremely disappointed. Later on DH and I discussed it. He said "How bad would it be to let her watch it? I mean, she doesn't know the difference and she really wants to see it". My answer was, the fact that she doesn't know the difference is exactly the point! Isn't it our responsibility as parents to teach her right from wrong? And if we let her watch the movie it is just like telling her reaping the rewards when other people do wrong is okay and acceptable when it is NOT. We do not make copies of movies we own and we do not download or purchase bootleg movies made in theater because it is illegal, immoral, and unethical. Who is supposed to teach her these things if we don't? The next morning, she asked if she could keep the money she got for easter instead of putting it in the bank. "I can buy the movie when it comes out on DVD. That way I can watch it and it won't be stealing and since I used easter money it is still a gift". Sounds like a good plan to me! I have noticed that somewhere along the line, many people have stopped trying to be good examples for their children or the people around them. We are not talking making sure they get their due, but rather taking more than their share and seem to feel entitled to it. "Why should I? Other people do it". I don't care what other people do. The only actions I can control are my own, so that is what I plan on doing. And maybe I can teach DD a few good lessons along the way. Maybe I can be a good example to somebody else. Maybe a person who is thinking of doing something they shouldn't will read this and realize that HEY. We are accountable to somebody. OURSELVES. I gave my child the choice of watching the movie or not, after making sure she understood all the implications and also that if she decided to watch it she would not be punished. She asked me if I would watch it if she did, and my answer was NO. "Why not?" she wanted to know. Because it is wrong, it is stealing. "But nobody would know", she insisted. Yes, baby. I would know. And that is all that matters.