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:: no, I'm the Princess of Thieves!

screen capture from video

Cast of characters: the Princes of Theives--Missy Libby Lu, Paploo and Chirpa the iking barking pups, Zahn the Rottweiler passing through and a horrified Little Bit at the end.

:: High Ground in the Muskeg!

Sure glad we reside on high ground. (All is relative, of course, I mean we are living in the muskeg {the northern version of the southern swamp land only with lots of peat, stumpy tree, birch shrub, black bears and moose} and muskeg is internationally famous {okay, locally} for containing no high ground, nada). But this week I was and continue to be extremely thankful for land which is higher than the creek at the other end of our property.

:: on Me!

Ever since our last trip Down Below I have been finding ...ThINgs... on the floor: dark little things, twisty long and skinny things, dark and round brownish things... The sort of thing you see as you are striding across a dark floor ( light from the far side of the house weakly illuminating your path )... You know, the sort of thing you will contort your body into painful movement to avoid stepping on with your bare feet? Arrgghhh!!!

:: say What?!

Just imagine yourself madly coding, madly sorting out the collected detritus of at least thirty odd years of computering, madly writing your Opus, or more likely, madly laughing at cats on Can I has cheeseburger, when all goes black.

WHAT!?! Snip...

:: too Long Toasty Socks

oooh, Happy Toes!
Happy dancing toes!
Happy, Dancing, Toasty Toes!

My perfectionist brat has a hard time with my Super Bulky Super Warm slippers. “They. Are. Not. Perfect.”(1) “I don’t care they are toasty warm. “They. Are. Not. Perfect.” (Stomp) “I don’t care they are warm, and they are finished!” “They. Are. Not. Perfect.” (Stomp) (Big Pout) “I don’t care they are warm, and they are finished, both at the same time AND they are my favourite colours! There, the favourite colour point always subdues my perfectionist, but not without a, “Hummph” and a (Stomp), and a (Big Pout!)...

:: or Snow 3, Libby 0

"Also, I can kill you with my brain." River Tam (1)

Libby Lu has a trademarked look. THE LOOK that lets you know you have erred. THE LOOK that lets you know immediately her estimation of your feeble intelligence. THE LOOK all miniature dachshunds master under the ear pulling, not so gentle tuition of their loving moms. After all, they could end up in the snowbound nether regions of the continent. No, wait that was Libby instructing her pups!

:: or Snow 1, Libby 0

This morning I was propelled out of bed much earlier than this night-owl's accepted point of rising. My leg was wet; the bed was wet; the feather duvet was soaked! "EEEPPEEEE!" !!The Princess and the Pee!! has struck the Master Bedroom! No, wait, just a snowballed, heat seeking wiener taking refuge. Pheww. But label me so wide awake further sleep is the last thing I am capable of.

:: I Just Can't Do It

Spring in the far north

I'm too scared click on the link to Environment Canada❄, too scared to look at the thermometer, the skies, anywhere, but my mug of café mocha. I will give you a hint though - heavy snowfall warning... and it's the 13th of April!

:: How Far Would You Get?

mysterious snow tracks

❝ My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the heck she is.❞
  ~ Ellen DeGeneres

:: and Dangerous bring on the Baby Bootees!

super bulky yarn and pointy broom sticks

Remember the picture of the microscopic Baby Bootees I posted previously? The ones making a dime look like a huge metal medallion used to slow a charging moose? The ones requiring imaginary needles and spider silk?

I concluded I do not have the eye sight for nor am dexterous enough to even consider knitting with needles I would need 4x magnifiers to just to find. So returning to sanity, I thought I would tackle Slipper Socks to keep my feet warm while waiting for spring.