Water Dogs

Pantyhose are the bane of my existance.

So I'm rushing around trying to get ready for a wedding, last minute of course, because of course I couldn't be relaxed and early, so I pull up my thigh highs and pull the lace half off one. I figure I can go with this, it won't be so bad. Then I put my thumb through it and BAM runs right to my ankle. So I decided I would give-in and wrestle into some pantyhose. So along with breaking out in a sweat, I got angry right away, because seriously, f*@k right off. It's like trying to wrestle yourself into a baby's onesie. Also, I'm so short the only way they don't cut me in half (which leaves a lovely silhouette under a dress)is to haul them right up. Like, right up; picture the pants of an 80 year old. *le sigh.* Alas, this was not the fate of these hoses. Because as soon as I got them to waist level.... wait for it.... BAM! runs from my thigh to my knee. Honestly. Who came up with this?? And don't even get my started on the spanx I tried on yesterday. I'll just haul on a slip, and let it all hang out, thanks, because those things would send me into a homicidal spiral. Y'know... if I could have hauled them up all the way....

Anyway, the wedding was lovely, it was great to see everyone, even if I hate that I'm at the age when this is what brings us all together again. And we had to leave a little earlier than normal because I feel bad when we leave the dogs.... loser.....


There are no pictures of us... whoops... but we get to do it all over again next weekend (yay) and I'll be rocking my awesome $10 clearance dress, so I'll make sure some pictures are had. I haven't been making anything, and I have 2 weeks to get my sewing room cleared up, because my wife is coming to visit after three years apart omgwthbbq. so excited!! How about a veggie harvest picture? Adam just pulled a few of the carrots, and the leek to test them out. I think our zucchinis are just about finished up, and... well... a moment of silence for the peas please... This week at work, we're renovating a bathroom in an old building, which is an awesome part of doing what I do: I get to take garbage home! Exciting, I know. Antique brass drawer pulls and cast iron bathtub feet:

Okay. We're off to buy a washer... Crafty updates... well... someday, maybe....

Weely Update without Kevin Nealon

On with it then. Rocco loves his life jacket. Or, since he hasn't come out and said that, I'll say that he doesn't mind it, and hasn't sunk helplessly again, so I love his life jacket. Even if I have had to explain approximately 62 times why exactly he's wearing a life jacket (I thought it would be self-explanatory). So far I've fought the urge to tell someone that he's terribly afraid the ship will sink, and refuses to take it off.

So lets see... the week was full of stupid, stinky work, and not really anything else.

This weekend we took the the dogs to the park, and to the lake, and I saw my first leech and ohmygodohmygodohmygod I would rather face a shark ohmygodsogross. (I'm ignoring that I had to work this morning because it was only for a few hours, and it wasn't so bad).

Does anyone else read Tess Gerritsen? I enjoy her a great deal.

I've replied to an ad on kijiji about a book club, and I am intrigued. I posted an ad about starting a brown owls type club as well, so hopefully there's enough interest. They're starting to take applications for the winter Halifax Crafters market, and I'm definitely, for sure, applying.

Oh man, I love almond M&Ms.

Yesterday, I finally managed to convince Adam that yard sales are just the shiz-nit. He got some golf clubs, but what sold it for him was the $5 sub. Also not pictured is my $1 yard stick (I'm collecting them to frame the chalk board in the kitchen). The afghan was $3, the cabinet was $5 (I'm going to paint it, and we'll use it for tools in the basement)....

(now up close and personal...)

...the grater/peeler was free and I have a Christmas plan for it, the book was $1 and will be used for crafting, and the glass insulators were $1 each (weird because I had just been thinking about them the other day).

Any day now, I'm going to be organized and start making things. Just as soon as it gets cold, and I don't feel like I need to be outside soaking up every spare second of summer. I mean, how can you say no to these faces?

Royston was 12 weeks yesterday... I think we're gonna need a bigger place... ;D

Whatchu doing?

Work work work. There's got to be a better way. Or maybe I'm just bitter about patching drywall for the last 3 days. Note to self: don't admit to anyone else that you know how to mud and tape. And check your lotto ticket.

So, not much new here. Up at 6.30 on a Saturday (can someone come by and beat me with a sock full of nickels?). Adam is working, the dogs are outside, most likely spreading more fluff around the deck, and I'm trying to get up the ambition to finally clean the sewing room. And the rugs will be shampooed. And once Adam is home, the insulation will be cleaned out of the storage room (maybe if I put it in writing, it'll happen? Maybe??).

I should say not much good is new here. We can't seem to get rid of the musty smell in the house since it flooded, so now I'm scared we'll have to rip out the wall in the sewing room and see what's happening in there. Also, the washer shit the bed on us. I'm assuming all the work Adam needed on his car in the dreaded #3. So also up later: shop for a new washer.

Honestly.

One thing is new. Rocco hated the water since we first got him. When we got him a kiddie pool at the first of the summer, he wouldn't get in it. He thought it was a big water bowl. So we threw a few balls in it, and he did his best to get them out without getting his face wet, which was quite funny to watch. So imagine our surprise when we took him to the lake, and he jumped in. Royston, of course, was right on his heels.

There's only one problem: Rocco can't float. He's a meathead. Soon as he stops, he sinks. Fast. So scary, so now he has a lifejacket. We'll be trying it out later, I'll let you know how it goes. We got it from Brenda's Doggie Dudz, and if any of you are close, and need anything from biker jackets to tutus, check her out. She's lovely, and very helpful. We also got a Lupi harness for him because while the Volhard works, it does stop him from pulling constantly, he does still pull, and I hate to see him choke himself. The training isn't going so well, because he has no interest in anything when we're outside and there are so many things to see and smell and pee on. So. Hopefully this will help.



Happy weekend!

Remember how my house was clean?

Well, first we had a very bad thunder storm
(Courtesy of The Weather Network). Which led to a whole lot of rain, which led to my house flooding. Oh dear God. The roof drain leaked, or backed up, or exploded, undetermined as of yet, which meant that the house flooded from the roof down.
This was our living room floor the next day. It did dry, but the tiles are ruined. The basement flooded, so it has to be re-insulated, but thankfully we didn't lose anything. The only thing that had to be replaced was our bed, lovingly sponsored by my awesome parents (I think they took pity on me and my horrible luck, evident because they keep calling me Schleprock). The bed was ruined because there was so much water pooling on our bedroom ceiling that it ran out of the pencil-diameter sized hole (from a hanging plant, I assume) that's over our bed. And to insure our ceiling wasn't still soaked and growing mold, this is what our ceiling looked like: Yea, those are holes. Plaster dust everywhere. Sonobenore. I wish I'd had the composure to take a picture of the water gushing from the roof drain, over the top plate, into the storage room, but I did not. Picture a fountain. In your basement. Running. All. Over. Your. Stuff.
Whatever. Two (or more. Many, many more) tears in a bucket. Over and done with.
Moving on, got a new awesome camera! A Panasonic Lumix, for only $150! So I finally sewed something, a new case. Shazaam!, right? (Photos courtesy of my poor, broken old camera)

And when you're sewing, and you think your puppy is being very quiet, this might be why:
And yes, he was stuck, every attempt to get out just spinning him around like the furriest
stooge. One more, so you don't have to just see the rear view:

On Sunday, Marcia and I went to see HP 7.2 which was, in my opinion, so very very good. We stopped in the VV boutique, where I snagged another dirty plate, no pictures, but I'll update with the entire collection. I got some good books though, including Lamb for $4. I love that book, but I refused to pay $20 for a paperback.

(New sunnies! Egg shaped lippy! EEEE such are the essentials of summer!) Inside of a Dog is very good (not from VV, but 40% off at Wally World), and the others seem quite good as well, but I'll have to review at a later time. And in keeping with the book picture, I bought (yea, I know! I actually bought a bag for myself!) this bag, but can you blame me? ;D

I should post....

.... but I'm trying to organize some things so the government bastards won't take all my money (anyone in Canada with a student loan won't need an explanation to that). Anyroad, since I posted last, we had a really bad thunderstorm, my house completely flooded (from the roof drain, so from the top down), I got a new camera (for $125 off) and a hot pink vacuum, and I actually sewed something. But I don't have time to talk about all that, so here's a picture, and I'll be back tomorrow, I SWEAR!

(Hey, look who can get in the hammock all on his own!)

Dog1 Dog2

My house is clean! Which is amazing considering that the Royston has taken up residence.

I mopped the floor, weeded the flower cot (since it's not big enough to be a bed)
(That's Sam and Ralph)
and the veggie patch

(look at the zucchini, not at the weeds I missed! I swear the rest of the garden looks better!).

I'm attempting to grow an avocado... er... plant? Tree?
And we have a resident crane. I will call him Cyril. And Dog1? He's dealing pretty well with Dog2.