the TP police…ride again.

You know the type of people that will count out toilet paper squares to give you because they are that anal and concerned with money? The ex’s mother is that person – this morning she put a new roll of toilet paper in the upstairs bathroom. It’s gone. So I am in my room and she was in the doorway ranting about the toilet paper – Thomas showered and he apparently LOVES to go through toilet paper (apparently).

Until the last 6 months I would never imagine I would be so happy that I walk the extra flight of stairs to use the OTHER bathroom.

Remember folks “BE SQUARE AWARE. Conserve your Toilet Paper, save the world” (or a few pennies whichever way inclined you are).


Whirlwind of Ridiculous

I wonder sometimes if the world spins solely because people choose to be contrary or simply difficult, and if everyone got along the planet would suddenly cease all movement, and gravity would go splat.

The ex wants to exchange houses with someone, there needs to be an electrical inspection done.

Simple right?

I thought so, I mean how difficult can letting someone in and having them check the sockets and light switches possibly be?

Welllllllllllllll, going by the theme of this post? VERY.

This was the 4th scheduled appointment.

The first one I waited, the bloke never showed up, the second one likewise, the third one was made but I was not informed so well that ended up being a non occasion which brings us to today.

I hate missing appointments, they are made for a reason, people make an effort to come to do something and we all hope they are on time because we have things to do with our days but guess what? So do they. So I kinda like to have things down sorted, done and dusted.

This in mind, I walk the dog prior to their arrival, expecting that they would not be early, and get the dog done so that there is no stress about her needing to use the washroom.

I am walking back to the house and I see the guys van outside and think, oh well he is early (looking at my watch it is 1201 and the schedule window is 1200 – 1400hrs. I wonder if one of the 2 other housemates that are in the house let him in – but as I walk by the van to go to the door, he is sitting in the van.

Ok, he was getting himself together and will come to the door in a minute.

I take the dog to the bedroom and shut her in, return downstairs and the fellow knocks, I open the door to let him in and he is saying he rescheduled.

Say what? I was 1 minute late?

The housemate that he had spoken to is on the stairs yelling that he needs to go into every room and he is not going into hers  or one of the others…colour me confused.

So I get the guy to stay, but he confirms he needs access to every room and bingo – it’s not possible if she won’t let him.

So the fellow leaves, I feel like a putz for that, the housemate is ranting at me because they should have been told (yes I agree but it was not up to me to do that, I figured the ex would inform everyone as they are family)  and after getting yelled at I finally call the ex at work and they get pissy with me as well.

Hold up, I did not set up this situation, nor did I mess it up.

I walked the dog, was back in time, let the person in…that was my responsibility.

After the fellow leaves, with my sincerest heart felt apologies, everyone is off in a huff, and I think would the world stop spinning on its axis if everything just went smoothly and everyone got along?

I think it might.

However, as it will never happen, I won’t find out.

The ex’s way of responding is apropos for them, they threaten to move out on May 1, so screw everyone.

Dog Poo Fairy.

There is no Dog Poo Fairy

There is no Dog Poo Fairy


Really? There is no Dog Poo Fairy? You are kidding right?

I try to walk the dog once a day.

Getting ready to leave there are 3 things besides the dog that I try to ensure I have with me.

The only one that I will return to the house for if forgotten is, you guessed it, poo bags.

Now do not get me wrong, this is not a post of complaint, no whining or grumbling, but merely observation and a bit of amusement, self directed.

Recently there was an issue where I misplaced something during our walk, so the last spot to look was the little red dog poo depository box.

Don’t get me going on how much I did not want to go near it again, and amusingly enough, neither did the dog.

Holding my nose I opened the lid and peaked in, the item I had misplaced had not fallen in with the bag of doggy deposit, however 2 things happened simultaneously.

Well 3 actually.

The dog was pulling to not go near the box.

As I peaked in quickly and realized I recognized all the bags in their as being mine.

The last but probably most amusing was, I stepped in someone else’s dogs poo, 4 inches from the base of the box.

 I realize of course that this is the perfect set up for a rant…but the dog patiently listened to my muttering about the situation as we walked all the way home and discovered the missing item (camera) had not left the house with us (my panic over losing it was silly).

What inspired this post if not to rant about the irony and idiocy of the situation?

Well, it was the feeling of being stupid I felt at realizing the contents of the dog poo bin were all from us.

I am not sure if I should apologize to the poor bloke (or blokett) that has to clear the bins or not.

After all, I see dozens of dogs out there daily, either while on the walk or out my bedroom window, and well heck if they are taking their packets of puppy waste home to their own bins, I must seem horribly lazy.

I was picking up after the mutt the other day as a dog walker went by and I thought nothing of it.

After all it is my hound, her mess is my responsibility to clean up.

Had the person who left the deposit beside the box cleaned up, I would not have stepped in it.

As amusing as that is.

It left me feeling a bit foolish for seeming to be one of the few who picks up after the hound that leads me through the parks paths.

Perhaps that dog walker was having a chuckle that I should be so stupid as to pick up after the dog? Don’t know.

No, this is not the only instance where I get told that I am silly for thinking people should “obey” the rules but it is not conformity.

I like the area that I walk the dog in, and as I see the mess accumulating, I realize that others who avail themselves of those paths are going to feel negatively about dogs…as they do not know I pick up after mine, we shall get tarred with the same brush.

The sign I encountered amused me.

It also pointed out very simply that, a lot of people do not think like I do.

As each of the “person level” lights along the path get broken and are not replaced, garbage is strewn about and even the thirty something aged fellow out spraying weeds dumped empty bins in an alcove that most people do not venture into instead of binning them and the fellow on the motorcycle going up and down scares the dog witless…the beauty of the area that the photographer part of me enjoys, sinks.

There are no Dog Poo Fairies.

I think that they exist in the world of that “someone else” who looks after things that people just can’t be bothered to.

You know that whole clan of super people that picks up the garbage, assists the lost, checks on the drunks and investigates the screams…picks up after the dogs whose owners just can’t be bothered.

Now, I walk the hound on a leash as she is not use to other dogs and I do not wish to have her or another dog getting embroiled in anything, and no one getting bit.  This happened previously where my dog was viciously attacked and hospitalized after surgery for broken bones and torn flesh, after he (a puppy dachshund) was torn out of one of the boys arms by the attacking pair of huskies that lived down the street from us. It was after they attacked us that we discovered they were serial attackers and had killed another ladies dog previously.

Needless to say the people who open their doors and let their dogs fly out into the park, leash and owner-less in their charge, make me nervous.

The fellow whose dog rushed up, hackles raised to us the other day, owner yards away, and yelling at me to hit his dog as it circled mine (seriously dude?) was part of the reason I changed when I walk the hound.

I agree, it is nice to have an area for your dog to run in.  I come from the farm, we had 365 acres for our dogs to roam. However, this was private property and no one else was supposed to be on it.

Even then, there were mishaps.  That however is another post.

I do not believe there is a Dog Poo Fairy.

You may laugh at me for picking up after my leashed dog, carrying my garbage to the bin, looking out the window when I hear screams in the park or any of the other things that it seems stupid to do, but all these things are like the offshoot of manners, like saying excuse me after I burp (which some people I know personally, refuse to do).

I can laugh at the silly things that happen, and shake off the feeling that someone thinks I am an idiot, because at the end of the day, what I do does not leave a mess or negative impression on others, if I can help it.

No one is perfect.

Myself and my dog included.

Oh, by the way, my dog believes there IS a dog poo fairy.

After she goes, she tries to dash off and when I stop her, she stays at the end of the leash because well, can’t get too close to that now can we?

I explained to her the other day, that most humans, seem to feel like she does.

Yet as she tip toes through other dogs mess, I think she wishes that their owners, were more like me.

Then again, she is constantly amused by me.

Red Box

Watch your step around here.

Stupid things that happen…to some people.

For a couple years I have had this bean bag that you microwave to heat up and put on your sore parts, neck, back, knee or head for example and it helps to relieve the pain.

Every time it gets microwaved for the same amount of time, put it in, do your stuff, come back and your all set, right?

This morning I put it in, made a tea, returned to the microwave and took it out, noting the harsh burning smell.

First clue there is an issue.

Then I see the charred circle in the bag.


And the smoke.

So I take it to the sink, run cold water over that end and discover that the other end has a hole burned through.

So I thanked it for it’s lengthy service and put it out in the yard on the concrete wall, so it can be trashed later.

Now I have to put up with the chorus of, so you burned the beanie, how did you manage that?

Spontaneous combustion due to idiot questions, work for you?


Some people say that they meditate and get nothing out of it, well today I struggled through meditating and at the end of the 15 minutes, out of the blue, I remembered where I had put my favorite brush.

I have waist length hair so I have issues with brushes tangling in my hair and causing more problems than resolving.

So for those who say meditation does nothing for them, hey I found my brush.

Silver lining to everything, somewhere.

Now to find the feeling in my tush sooner, that would be a bonus.


At some point today, something will happen that is not unusual.

A dog walker’s version of Road rage? Dunno his excuse.

I am sure all tall big men are not rudely aggressive while walking little west highland white terriers – so this goes into the “unusual encounters” of the day file.

Things come in threes right? So this should be it. We hope.


Find a silver lining day.

Today is now find a silver lining day – so at the end of the day, everything of import to you that happened today needs to be considered from the “bright side” of the bed. (Had to think of a way to make it amusing or erotic).

To be posted here later.

From the movie “As Good As It Gets”

Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life


I sincerely apologize for breaking the theme of the day by asking the lady owner of the vicious terrier that attacked my leashed dog, if she liked her dog?
I like my dog, is why she is leashed…if she had a habit of attacking dog’s 100 times bigger I might not take her out of the house but she would be on a leash to curb the propensity towards suicidal tendencies.

The Move (The Day Of)

Okay so the move is done – as in getting the pile of stuff from point A to point B – during the move I learned –  

  • 51 inch TVs can fit in the back of a hatchback when the movers refuse to take them.
  • Some men can look at a situation and try to sell that they did not notice the back door existed – it was not taking the couch out the back and over the fence then around that deterred them – no they were in fact blind to the existence of a back glass door and only saw the window.  

Fair Enough.  

  • Being a buffer is tiring at times.  
  • It does not matter who you are avoid moving when the one organizing it or initiating it is PMSing – she did not kill anyone but that COULD have been because all the knives were packed.  
  • Making said person laugh is hard but telling them to stop worrying is like telling a rattler to stop rattling and just as hazardous.  
  • The place will be full of loose screws, not possessed by just one person or confined to any box…steel toed boots and hard hat recommended…bullet proof vest a bonus…if the teenagers have hidden anything it will be found (usually by those moving in) and the next time someone mentions moving, have them admitted to a psych ward for everyone’s welfare and good mental health.  
  • Oh and write down appointment times when you want other people to meet inspectors, plumbers and the lot.  

Moving 101  

  • Something WILL get broken – the Moving God requires it – smashing a glass beforehand will not appease them – so try to make it something inexpensive and less depended upon.  
  • Some people will get over stressed – in fact if your dealing with it or look not stressed don’t stop moving – or start complaining – they feel better if your helping them row the stress boat.  
  • No one else will view your possessions like you do- internalize that and handle sentimental crap yourself – period.  
  • Try to be the one who does not get sick, hurt or lost during the move.  
  • When your the one breaking up verbal skirmishes know your the one they will both be pissed at and don’t start mumbling the “who is on first” skit OR singing 100 bottles of beer on the wall -unless  
  1. your too far away to get slapped
  2. there are a lot of boxes between you 
  3. you must have camera aimed and ready to capture the expressions
  4. you can duck when they throw things
  • positive reinforcement will gain you cuss words and promises of violence
  • the dog might be concerned about what is going on but they will always love you  
  • if your like me and shopping does not relieve stress – don’t feel bad about not going – watching someone put on a door with the hinge backward will not relieve your stress but it will distract you.  
  • Resisting the urge to say something or correct said issue yourself is wise – be wise  

Stupidity of Now Day 2

Okay 1 day a week should be sufficient but apparently not.

Yesterday night, I needed something to watch, nothing fancy or thought-provoking just something to watch. Who needs thought-provoking when you feel like your body hates you and your head might explode?

The dog and I decided to watch “The Strangers”, okay the dog really didn’t contribute much beyond stealing my spot on the couch when I put the movie on.

“The Strangers” is a 2008 Horror/mystery/thriller, with Liv Tyler and Scott Speedman, in which a couple go to this secluded house for a romantic evening that did not quite happen as Scott Speedman’s character hopes (yes he has a ring for her).  They are alone, it’s nice and cosy but then odd things start to happen.

Someone is getting into the house, turning on the old record player, moving things and…well it swirls downhill from there into the whole house invasion, blood, gore, and horror flick.

I won’t spoil the surprise.

The dog credits it with two startled jumps on my part (she was on my lap sleeping until the second – after two sudden startled movements your on your own jack).

So that bring us to this morning.

I was listening to the music in my room, the dog on my bed, she is working hard on tolerating my sneezing and coughing – allowing me to sputter away in relatively peaceful discomfort…with the odd irritated glance and humph.

when all of a sudden downstairs there comes this blast of hard rock music.

Dog and I both look at the bedroom door wondering what the heck???.

The music is LOUD.

It is inside the house.

But we are the only two in the house.

Of course as is normally the case, the dog is waiting for me to go first.

We go downstairs (we have been down to make tea so we know that no one was home) and we find the stereo in the kitchen blasting away, since its too high up on the wall for easy sorting out, we unplug it.

We check about, the front door is unlocked (not anymore) but no one is in the house, so we return to our room.

Only now the dog is acting like there is someone outside.

Thus does Stupidity of Now gain a part 2