All The Colours of This World Will Run Together

Shew it's been a busy couple of days! I haven't had the time nor the energy to find my way back to the ol' blog for an update til today.

Thursday, November 9th was my birthday. Nothing too big going on. As you get older, birthdays tend to be less and less important. The Sunday before my birthday I had roast chicken and trimmings and cake with my parents and grandparents. Got a card and a cheque. Brandy, Craig and the boys gave me Uno Spin, which is WAY more fun than any other version I've played (even more fun than Uno Extreme). My sister sent me candies for my birthday, a box of Van Otis Chocolates, that are world famous and I daresay better than Laura Secord. She also sent a box of maple sugar candies and a Willy Wonka Bar (the gram cracker one)! I had heard you could get actual Wonka Bars in the states, but never have I laid eyes on one. Here in Canada, you can get Wonka Candy like Nerds, Runts and other tastey treats but no chocolate confections.

I hope all my Canadian brothers and sisters remembered their Poppy this year for Remembrance Day. I didn't make it to the ceremonies this year, I didn't get to bed til 4am Saturday and wasn't feeling so hot. I really wanted to be there, but I couldn't do it. I could barely get out to Brandy and Craig's to dogsit Nellie (pictured with Tysin on the right) and Sasha.

Saturday I dogsat...er...actually I pet-sat. Brandy and Craig have 2 dogs, 2 cats (3 since they came back with Belle), 1 African Grey, 1 other parot (I have no idea what Murphy is), 2 cockatiels, and a vast assortment of fish.

Nellie has to be crated, because as a lab, she's a chewer. She ate their last couch! Friday Brandy and I picked her up a tennis ball with a bungie rope on it for tug of war. Within oh...an hour it was in shreds. No ball, no rope just tattered remains. I kid you not. Tattered. Anyways, when I got to their house, I could hear her outside crying and howling to be let out. I got inside quick as I could. Sasha greeted me at the babygate at the top of the stairs excitedly. This made poor Nellie cry harder, I could hear her banging around in her crate (which is HUGE). I walked into the kitchen, and her blanket was in shreds, and she was ramming her head on the door to get out. I'm surprised she was still there, cause she's been known to let herself out. I kneel down trying to get the latches open and I can't, and Nellie isn't helping. I jiggle one, and she rams her head, and it comes unlocked but I didn't see how. Now she's shoving her head through the opening while I'm desperately trying to open the last latch. I did and she tackled me and covered me with wet dog kisses. Good thing I like dogs. She cried and jumped and ran around me. I knew that meant I had to let her out (she needs to inspect the yard, not to actually go to the bathroom). The dogs got a bit of air and they came back in.

Millie, was caged up when I arrived but after a few hours I decided to let her out since she normally spends all her time perched on top of her cage with her toys (jolly ball, ropes, food dishes, stuff to chew etc). That was fine til about 8ish when she wanted to come sit with me on the couch, and I had her 'step up' onto my hand. It was at that point that she bit me! Grey's are just like that, and since I'm not bonded with her (Brandy is) she'll never fully trust me like that. She could have bit my finger clean off but thankfully, I remained calm and didn't jerk my finger back (2 reasons...1 she was on my hand and I didn't want to hurt her and 2 Grey's will bite harder if you pull away). I got up to put her in the cage when the dogs started fighting agressively over a cow knuckle bone (it's a big cow knuckle with meat and fat left on it that's smoked). Millie freaked out and flew off my hand, I got her to step back up, but she kept taking off when I couldn't get the dogs calm. So, I let her sit on the couch while I got an oven mitt and picked her up with that (she was trying to bite me while I was taking her back to the cage) and set her inside the cage and closed it up. I didn't want to lock her in, but if she wasn't going to be able to settle down, and not bite me or take off for another room she would have to stay in.

Moe and Kayman were pretty quiet. Moe must have gotten into a fight cause he got blood on the recliner. I let him in but he had bolted downstairs like always, so I didn't get to check him. He got up on the dryer and munched at his food as if all was normal.

I didn't feel so hot yesterday. I woke up around 7:30 to snowfall. It was beautiful. I let the dogs out, made the bed, showered. Grabbed breakfast and then decided to go back to sleep on the couch. After about an hour I had to go get the comforter of the bed because I was freezing. Then I was hot, so the blanket went back, then cold again but I refused to get it. Don't ask me why. By the time they got back I was ready to go home, have a hot bath, something warm to eat and sleep. I watched Home Alone and The Grinch Who Stole Christmas (original animated 1/2 special) before putting on CSI: Miami season 1 and watching that in bed til I fell asleep. I kept waking up, hot/cold/hot/cold. Sore throat that wouldn't quit.

Not fairing a whole lot better this morning. My head is achey, my throat sore and I've got a few other less than desirable symptoms I won't get into. I want to go back home, make some Lipton Chicken Noodle soup and crawl into bed for a few hours. I'm a big sook, I know, when I'm sick.

Nothing else going on, really. Trying to get some work done on the ol' website but with not being home this weekend/being sick that's been slow going. I want to get my rants up since everyone seems to enjoy them. Also, on the slate for this week a shopping trip on Friday and the purchasing of Christmas gifts. Another 3 day weekend for yours truly and a short work week to boot. Not too shabby. I hope I shake this cold/flu/whatever rather quick.