So here we go

As some of you know the house in the Valley is being prepared to be sold. Some of these repairs includes the replacemet of windows. With that comes the necessary crack filling and painting. So this is the scene...two painters sanding down their crack fill, myself improving my hand eye coordination on the computer and then...

FIRE ALARM!...so I wander out to the kitchen (The alarm being a common enough thing). I inform the painters that they should wave a cloth in front of the alarm to disperse the smoke, or in this case dust. They do so, the alarm stops for a bit, starts again and the wave again. Now I have sauntered away, certain of the hunky doriness about me. Then...

The phone rings. "Hello this is your security company, may we have your name and password." This was not a question it appears. So, fine, my name is Alan Gillis...and I have no idea what the blinking hell the password is. "Could you tell us the three primary references (Other people on the call list) and their phone numbers, we can identify you that way."...uhhh...ok, my brother, yeah of course, John, and I give his home number...YES! one right, good start, good start. Two...lets see...the office? yes? WOOT!!, their number, no problem, a contact...well I just listed out an entire floor. Two down, one to go...now let me just see. . . . . . carey?...YES!!! I am going to escape any sort of trouble now...her phone number...HOW THE BLOODY HECK SHOULD I KNOW...ummm...hold on...4...8...5...something. Aw come on...NO...

Four digits, I was four digits away from not having a stressful day. But even the operator feels sorry for me. This is what she says next, her exact words "Well, the password is only six letters...do you want to guess?"...?!?!?!?! GUESS? What, every six letter word in the English language?!...And you know, I tried, but for some reason I could not even think of any six letter words, nowt I say. So I gave up, said I would call back after I try to get hold of Mom, Dad, John, ANYONE (Which I could not...super).

So it is as I am about to start calling local businesses in an attempt to locate my mother that I hear them...the firetruck sirens...ohhhh boyyyy.

Well to cut down on the length I will say little more. Simply that when we have our garage sale in a few weeks, it seems a number of firemen are intent on coming...:)

Other than the alarm foolishness (Which hilariously enough Stacey's partner Andrew set off a few days later and the cops show up with their hands on their guns to arrest him as he was the only one home. Bloody English, go thieve in our own country). I am doing good. I am hitting to gym, in fact I went to my first ever 'Spin Class' today...deadly, let me tell you. There was me and twenty women, all fitter than myself, all screaming along with the music...talk about emmasculation (No Dyker, that is not the same thing as masturbation). Still quite bored, doing some reading, some creative thought, some leg dangling...

I will return soon, with Italy pics if I ever get around to copying them over.

Clicking off,

A B

Another lazy Canadian summer...

Indeed I am home in the 'sweltering' heat that is New Brunswick. On the plus side it actually stopped raining since I have been home.

wow

I cannot even start on a happy note, cynical is as close as I come...meh, you all know me well enough to put up with it.

As far as news goes, once again there is not too much to relate. My summer tasks have been given, amongst them: become an expert on swimming pools, become an expert on wind turbines, clean the house out.

I know.

The first two are going to be a breeze are they not? I do not know what they are thinking with the last one.

There is going to be a new black Lab in our house, but not until the fall, when I am not around to clean up its mess. It is coming from a breeder in Nova Scotia and required a show name, so my father simply gave the winery name, Gillis of Bellisle. Now of course the dog is going to need an everyday name and so I turn to you my faithful readers, once again the call is going out. There are three names to currently vote for, but if you think you have an even better one (No Dyker, C.L.assie will not do) post it. The names:

Gilly - A friend of my mother thought this up (Though how much thinking was required...). I know, it sucks, do not vote for this one.

Skye - One of mine, I like it but I gave it only after my mother harranged me about my first choice...

GOB - See...Gillis Of Bellisle...brilliant. See if he is being good you can yell 'Gobby' or if he is being bad '*&%#ing Gobshite'. *sigh* why are we even voting...

Good news, no trees have decided to hit my jeep so once I con someone into a visit they can help me put the soft top on. Those convertible summer nights playing Coldplay and driving on old country roads is calling me.

I have some news on the picture front. My computer is still arsed, but I found all my Italy pics are still on my camera. So my next update will be sure to have some...but I am only going to put one pic on this week. Before I left jolly old, I went to a Bad Taste party with Bronagh. Now while there is a pic of what I wore I, in all my jerkiness, am not going to show it. I will show what B wore, as she is in another country and cannot physically impede me...

wwwooooo.....ouch.

I will update in a weekish. By the way, who is 'C' in the comments? And where are we meeting next Xmas...

Clicking off,

A B