Green Man

2 summers ago
for my birthday
my friend Arlene/Draculeyes
got me a tattoo
it was done by our friend Craig
a Green Man
but one with some autumn colours

as luck would have it
and sometimes happens
the lines blew out
and leached dark shadows
down my arm
not the nice kinda shadows
that comes with artistry
but the kind that
makes ya look like
ya don't bathe often enough

Craig died at New Years
so my window of opportunity
for him to fix up around
my Green Man
slammed shut
and because
he'd done the original
I had some concern
around honouring his memory
and keeping the tat intact
as he'd intended...
cos I'm all bent like that

this weekend
for the last day of her holidays
my blister and I
went to get tattooed

funnily enough
the only tattoo that I have
that she hadn't been present for
was the Green Man
so it seemed appropriate
that she'd be there for this
and I decided to get some
work done on it

the tattooist is a guy named Sparky
who owns Urge Tattoos in Victoria
and he's done a couple on each of us
in the past...

he's done a smashing job
and is a true artist...
he drew it by hand
same as Craig had

however,
I have to return
on Tues April 6th
cos I wimped out
and couldn't
get it all done
in one sitting...

and here's a thing
tattoo aftercare
has changed so much
over the years

but what hasn't changed
is taping the bandage over it
for the first day
to keep infection out
and the gunk in

when you get one
on your shoulder
like I did
they have a tendency
to wrap the tape
around your underarm
to keep it on overnight

so me?
just for shits and giggles
I had some kinda reaction to the tape

not around the tattoo
but in my underarm
it's so not pretty LoL

and can I just say?
removing the tape
from said underarm
was worse
than getting the tattoo itself

cos I apparently are a big wimp
LoL

this Green Man is going to be the basis
for some more skin artwork methinks
but I'm just in the plotting stages
for now
so stay tuned

Kenneth Lysle Cavanagh

I knew Ken Cavanagh
as my uncle
married to
my father's sister
Dianne

the rest of the world
knew Ken Cavanagh
as one Canada's earliest
TV broadcast hosts
hosting such shows as
Telescope of W5

a broadcaster
a writer and
a class act

R.I.P Ken Cavanagh

Mayhem abounds

the thing about puppies
is that they are kinda like children

they whine constantly
to get your attention
but are unable to
really tell you
what it is they want

it's been my experience
that when small children
are excessively quiet
something is afoot

puppies
are much this same

I awoke early today
and as I'd forgotten
to plug in the dishwasher last night
I had to wait for it to run
before I could make coffee

Pixie - as per most mornings
was zippin around here
like the very devil
is on her tail

this is a practice
that takes place
most mornings
for about the first
half hour
after she gets outta the pen

I sit down at the computer
and start my morning
of checking in
FB, BDB, Delphi, AR,
THP, THB, OFOPOS...etc
and the 60 er so blogs
I check daily

I find out that an online friend
of many years
passed away of a massive heart attack
on the 1st of March
and I was so self absorbed
that I'd not noticed.
~R.I.P Squanto - you will be missed~

that makes me sad.

about an hour later I get up
to make coffee
and Pixie comes into the kitchen
with me to get her
morning treat/chewy bone
(thanks Louie...you and Booker
started this one LoL)

so about an half hour later
I'm sipping coffee and still
perusing the www
when it occurs to me
I've not heard a peep
outta Pixie
in about 25 min

that can't be good


I look in all her favorite haunts
behind the toilet in the bathroom
behind the couch
in her crate in the kitchen
under the afghan on the couch
no Pixie

CRAP!
did I leave the door open
do I have to get dressed
and go outside to look for her?

I head to the bedroom
to find my pants
flip on the light
and look at my bed

there's this huge pile
of white fluff
where my pillow used to live

and the pile of white fluff
has a pair of tiny black ears
peeking out at me

yup
not one
but 2 almost full
boxes of tissue
from my bedside table
are completely shredded
into itty bitty peices
like confetti
and piled lovingly
on my pillow
by one small
black n tan
shredding machine

as I approach the bed
she jumps up
and wiggles at me
as if to say
"Look what I did for you momma
ain't you proud"

"ya I am sweetheart..
but I'm also gonna have
to wipe my nose
and my weepy peepers
on my nightdress
till I can make it to the store
to buy more tissue"

well...
if you've been watching my Facebook page (and a little bit here) you know a couple of things have happened to me recently

one is that I got a Chihuahua/Pomeranian cross pup...but she's 100% Chi in looks and attitude...she's six months old and weighs in at a whopping 2lbs 10oz...I wanted a small dog as I am an apartment dweller and I wanted something I can tuck in my coat to ride with...besides...old single women look less crazy when they are talking to a dog rather than talking to themselves :o)

I had her spayed a week ago - and since then she's been airborne...I don't know if it was the drugs they used or wth but this little dog is jet propelled...I got her at 4 months - and she was kinda a rescue...sadly the people that bred her had never once let her out of the house or the breeding pen...so potty training has been a challenge (Chi's are smart dogs - but they are also as stubborn as the day is long) She's been really good about using the potty pads when I'm not home but last night I discovered that she's also kinda partial to the bathroom mat...and I'd never noticed before cos it's black...ick.

the second thing pertains to being an apartment dweller (and the question at hand)- at the beginning of the month...a meare 9 days ago....someone new moved into the apartment next door to me...with an xbox and a surround sound system - I think he's 12 but that's likely got something to do with me being 54...so the more games he plays the louder he gets...the louder he gets the more wound up the little dog gets...the harder the bass the faster she runs the gauntlet from the kitchen to the hall to the living room and back to the kitchen....it's a vicious circle...

I'm looking for a spell that might suggest to this young man that he'd like to be a little more considerate of his neighbours...one that doesn't involve shoving his head and the xbox up his ass cos I'm about done....one that won't (hopefully) land me in jail...cos at this rate there's gonna come a time when I'm over there at 3 AM wearing nothing but my flannel night gown and my riding boots kickin on his door and physically teaching him some respect....Old School Style.....I've tried earplugs but I can still hear the bass and I'm just a hairs breath away from being outta patience...

I can see it now...newspaper headlines "fat bald pagan biker broad in flannel nightgown decimates small young yuppie putz over xbox noise causing hemorrhoid operation in process. "

My ohm is sorta bent - but not quite broken yet...
I just need some freakin quiet
and I gotta quit saying..."what else can go wrong"
*sigh*

I'm off to the eye dr place this morning...
wish me luck!

Wyz

Unhappy Camper..

what the hell is it
about life
that allows you
these little teases
about things getting better
and then kicks ya
in the freakin teeth?

don't get me wrong
there's lots of stuff
in my life
that is very good
and I'm not complaining
about my life in general...

but periodically
I get frustrated
by my perceptions of fairness

I have this wee dog
who is truly a light
in my life
but because she's so small
it's gonna cost me big bucks
to have her spayed
but I'm gonna do it
cos I'm committed to her health

yesterday the VOD surprises me
with a check
for the full amount
for the spaying
How Cool Is That?

so I went to bed last night
feeling rather optimistic
about the state of my life

I wake up at 4 AM
my eyes are in full flare
(I have an eye disease
called Map Dot Fingerprint Dystrophy)
I start socking the medicine
to them at 4
and by socking it in every 15 min
between 4 and 8
I make it to work by 9

I call the opthamalogical surgeon's office
to find out about the pending eye surgery
(said eye surgery is the same one
people get to stop wearing glasses)

I talk to his MOA
she says that I have to find out
who'll pay for it
before it can be booked

I call our health plan from work
they don't cover it
cos they consider it cosmetic
I tell them it isn't cosmetic
and I don't care
if I have to wear glasses
till the day I die
I just want the pain to stop

they reiterate
"it's considered cosmetic
and not covered"

so I call our provincial health office
wait on hold for a full hour
and get to speak to a woman
who says they consider it cosmetic
and therefore won't cover it

I tell them it isn't cosmetic
and I don't care
if I have to wear glasses
till the day I die
I just want the pain to stop

she reiterates
"it's considered cosmetic
and not covered"

so I get off the phone
and make the mistake
of looking the surgery up
on line
$1000.00 to $1500.00 per peeper

I'm going to have to
take out a personal loan
to get my eye's fixed
at a time when
I'm as cash strapped
as I've ever been in my life.

what the hell
was I thinking
getting excited
about the prospect
of feeling better?

it's just not in the damn cards apparently.