Stop Stop Stop it with the snow!

I am Canadian so I therefore blog about the weather. I am so sick of shoveling snow and I remind myself that I do have very little to shovel and if we sell our house and get one with a bigger driveway that sits close to the GO station....so we'd never really drive and never really even need a driveway. Hmm?

We attempted to get sliding down a slope today. But *Steve* has decided that the toboggan would make a lovely shelf in the garage and placed it 15 feet in the air above the garage door. I'd need to get a stool out there to get the step ladder down. Then, after I get the step ladder down and step up to the peak of that I would have to get the extension ladder down. All this while I am precariously balanced. Did I mention that I have the klutz gene? It's my brother that has the boring gene (it runs on the male side thankfully). So now I'd have the extension ladder down and then I'd have to extend it. Where I would run into many problems. Finally I could climb up it and get all the wood down that is on top of the toboggan and pass it to the four year old girl. Wait. Why are we using a toboggan to shelf some wood? And why are we storing wood? Are we building things? Do we have power tools to build things? I guess we do.

signed, the willow

The theory of 3 clicks

If you click around enough on the internet and do the least amount of typing your lazy fingers can possibly handle, where do you end up? I ended up here today. Three clicks from whence I began.

*Steve* tells me that the company he works for set up their new website so that everything is only three clicks away. Every day, I find myself clicking 3 clicks from where I began and that's where I lose myself. I stop, look at the pictures, enjoy the scenery. Maybe even read a little.

Where will you end up today if I am your click number one? Or your click number two? I hope I'm your click number three! Please let me be your click number three? So you can read about my vegetarian plastic kitties and how they drink beet juice.

See his red nose? Beet juice!

signed the willow

Dreams

Right now, my dad and my husband are rolling their eyes. *Steve*, the husband of mine, claims that he has a wonky eye since he was a kid and had a bad cold and his eyes "fell asleep and never woke up". I'm guessing that the gypsies must have nabbed him and cast a spell on him.

My dreams from last night were a mixture of my life in all sorts of textures, colours and shapes. There were people from my past and the other half of my leg, aka *Mila*, is in almost all of my dreams. I have a recurring dream that I haven't had for quite a while and the other day *Mila* mentioned some dream of hers that was quite similar to it. Rooms connect without hallways. It has the dank, dark emptiness of a horror-filled old manor house, dormitory, or hospital. The most vivid part of the dream every time is going from one room to another and finding "the room". This is the room you know you have to enter (to get out of the maze of rooms?). I usually am forced by someone to sleep in this room. As I settle into the room, of course unsettled an old woman appears and her evil presence is over-whelming. I can suppress all sorts of things in my dreams. But when this old woman appears, she cannot be suppressed by me. She has come for me and she is the ultimate in evil. My mom has a very similar dream. Could we inherit a thought pattern or a memory? Does *Mila* now have this dream too? I have yet to share my dream with her for fear that my dreams and ideas will become hers.

I had another cat to post today....but the add image feature is not working for me. Nor is the spell-check!

signed, the willow

Did I mention?

Did I mention that I have reached 100 entries? Yep. That was then...and this is now.

And this is yet another sickly created flourescent orange cat. Did these people think they were funny when they made these cats? My mom thought that I or *Mila* (the 3.98 year old) was doctoring them up with paint, jiffy markers and crayons. No! We did not alter these cats in any way, shape or form. They are pure and simple from the factory that makes green flamingos and purple toucans. We have that bird collection as well. These are the toys that *Mila* chooses to have in the bath with her. If she turns out to be a weird, twisted soul I am blaming these cats!

We have booked a bowling lane or two and some pizzas to be on the agenda for the big 4th Birthday Bash. It should be exciting. *Steve* is dictating what he wants to get her. Hungry Hippos. C'mon! I spend years of my life grooming her to be an A+ honour student and be off to Western at the age of 16 and you are going to strip it all away by allowing her to having Hungry Hippos???!! "She has talked about it so much" claims *Steve*. Yeah and she also talks "so much" about how cows cause global warming and so does my brother's dog. Do we need to get Bessie and a golden retriever now too?

Changing the subject once more. Here is the place I now call my home.

signed, the willow

Evil Cats from China Part Deux

See the first installment of plastic cat Hell here. Don't get me wrong, I do not despise the Chinese. I just don't think the guy who designed these plastic dollar store cats is trying to fool small children into thinking cats comin in lime green and have their legs attached backwards (see the first installment link above).

signed, the willow

Cat from the Ping Pong Rama Lama Ding Dong Dynasty

Really now. Don't you think it's time we stop allowing the Chinese to make cats for us to sell in our Dollar Stores?

signed, the willow