purple room vents: I HAVE BEEN BUSY....AGAIN THUS THE DELAY HERE

I am sincerely going to try to post every four days. Time flies by and I neglect the blog. Now, that means there may be some goofy stuff show up in the posts. When four mind numbing days go by, and I sit at my lappy, I start to think of things I could write about. Almost always something ridiculous has happened that I don't like to put out there. I already have a less than perfect reputation, I don't like to add to that downward spiral. But when that is the only thing that stands out, well it gets put in here.

With K&T (Kevin and Tandy from now on) coming in a few days, there's a hum of activity about. We got the deck almost done. I did the fridge yesterday. I also did half my room, the biggest mess in the house. I have NOWHERE to put anything in that room. I still have to make the bed in the spare room. And I don't mean the bedding although that has to be done too. No, I mean actually build the bed. It's in Brick boxes waiting, calling my name.

I have to mention what I was doing at six this morning. My bedroom door slowly opened. I was sitting up in bed watching something that involved naked people on my tv (Naked and Afraid people, not what you may have been thinking!!!). Monte slowly emerged into the light of the television and asked, 'would you like me to make you breakfast?' Well yes I answered, I was actually hungry. He asked if I would like a hot drink that involved a syrup he bought quite some time ago. It was a blackstrap ginger syrup. Why not? I say. Sure I will give it a try.

Then I hear him in the kitchen clanking through the bottles and jars I had organized in the fridge. I know what he is looking for and I know what it looks like. Then I hear him clumping down the hall again and I call out 'top shelf, I am pretty sure, on the left.'

Nope. Can't find it. So I get up and go give a look and I start to think, hmmmm maybe I DID throw it out. I was pretty positive I hadn't but....

So I take a look on all the shelves and I can't see it immediately either. So I must have thrown it out. We both turn and look down into a two thirds full huge garbage can I had brought in from the deck. It's a massive big one. The extra large huge garbage bags barely fit. And it was full of crap from the fridge. Bottles, jars, old food, emptied containers, big ones, of pea soup, emptied jars of mint relish, pickles, old doughnuts, gooey jams, well you get the picture.

And then, you guessed it, I pulled on my plastic cooking gloves, sat down on my nice red rolly office chair and dug in. I had Monte hold a new garbage bag as I transferred shitty sticky stinky garbage out of one can into the bag. Oh god....I had mushy pea soup up to my armpits.

Meanwhile Monte starts to gag. And because he gets extremely angry if I even remotely laugh I have to hold it in. I can't even let my shoulders vibrate with held in mirth. Oh my god!!! His gagging is the funniest thing I have ever heard and for some reason it triggers instant belly laughter in me. So sixish in the morning there we are, feeling like we were smack dab in the middle of a CSI scene, me bent over a gross garbage can fishing gross garbage out and into a garbage bag held by a gagging giant man.

At some point I suddenly noticed a gobsmacked Ange standing frozen to the spot on the stairs, looking at us with what the hell? written all over her face. Ah jeez. So we explained. We were now at the bottom of the garbage can, and no joy. No jar of syrup.

So I did the only sensible thing one can do in those circumstances. Back to the fridge. I moved every single flipping thing and the last shelf back in the dark corner, there it was, all pristine and clean, thumbing its nose at us. Finally I was allowed to start laughing....out loud. I still have crusty dried pea soup on my elbows.

Right now he is at Canadian Tire. He is buying a toilet seat. Because of his size he goes through toilet seats like the rest of us goes through butter. (I said butter cuz it has the word butt in it haha) Anyway I knew it would just be a matter of time before the seat gave way, and sure enough it did. This is the second time up here. Peter fixed the last one.

He has been forbidden to use our loos from now on. The seat is floating at the moment on the toilet, unanchored. So when we sit it slides and tries to dump (I could have said thrown) us off! It's scary!! Lucky for us the old lady had the bathroom set up for old cripples so there are grab bars in every strategic spot. Those bars have saved us several times!

Well enough of this silliness. I gots lotsa work to do! Have a great four days TTYL

'Thank you, yard sales, for being the perfect way to say to your neighbours: We think we are important enough to charge money for our garbage.' Jimmy Fallon

PICS OF GARBAGE