It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time

OMG it's so good...

What is it about peanut butter and jam sandwiches?    Brings me right back to lunchbox days..that squished delight that smelled like bananas because mom happen to pack a banana too...

Kinda gross actually

But it stirs up several sensory memories from childhood.

The smell of the ink from the old style copies the teachers would run off.  Remember those?  They were more purple than black and the smell was unmistakably chemical.  That had to be good for a kid...

We survived :)

The sound of kids hollering and playing, skipping ropes tapping the ground, balls smacking gloves or swooshing hoops.

Feeling the hot sun..and not feeling the cold water..

Gawd I miss being 10.

Few worries, lots of play...

Although...it's kinda still the same.

I do work in a big 'ole dirt pile, and building a water treatment plant is kinda like Legos.

Today the fitter superintendent had a birthday so I brought an ice cream cake.  The Work Brothas sang him happy birthday and they shared.

It was nice.

Picture that a minute...

When we were kids we'd all spin around in circles until we fell down, dizzy as hell.
Now we just partake in adult beverage consumption.  It's similiar.  Less energy required.

Tomorrow we're all meeting after work to play baseball...expect full report Thursday...

I suppose when you start examining things, there's not much difference.

In fact, I might as well face it...all I do is count things and colour all day....

And eat peanut butter and jam sandwiches.

Play nice, share and smile often kids.

Every girl should have a Duckman

Duckie, the laughable, lovable, dependable and secretly lovestruck best friend of Molly...in 1984's teen hit, 'Sixteen Candles'.

And it may have taken him 20 years to come clean...but it turns out I had my own Duckie.....

My Duckie was still a little mad at me for never noticing that he had the worlds biggest crush on me.  I remind him that he could have asked me on a date, for example...that may have tipped me off.  He always carries on about never missing a single one of my track and field practices...blah, blah, blah...  Whatevs...  :)  


Bottom line is, I always counted him among my favourite people...he was so funny, and I just loved being around him.  When he moved away, the school halls got much dimmer for me.


Then along comes Facebook...and old friends become new friends again!  (insert that choir of angels and open the heavens)  And this is when my Duckman came clean.  He loves me. He looooves me.  He thinks I'm awesomesauce.  He loves his wife and kids more...but he loves me too!


:)


The last year, I have found that he is still the same old Duckman, just waaay not shy anymore.  Although, I think if he thought for one minute that I wasn't allergic to married men, the cuddling, make out and spanking offers would be few and far between.  meh... He knows it makes me laugh.


It's peanut butta jelly time...it's peanut butta jelly time...


In the summer, Duckman absolutely thrilled Saminator and Red when he hung out with us.  Duckman happens to be a Flight Engineer for the Canadian Armed Forces... he's a soldier!!!  Woooooaaahhh!!  The boys thought they had died and gone to heaven!  They were slightly intimidated at first, you know...big dude with gun n'all..but Duckie is tremendous with kids and they had themselves a favourite Uncle Duck in no time. 

We went to the Hamilton Warplane Museum.  What an experience when you have a personal tour guide :)

But no summer day is complete without a trip to Port Dover, and that famous Arbour Dog.  We were enjoying said culinary delights at a picnic table, when Red decided he did not want the slice of pickle that was on his hotdog.  So he picked it up and tossed it...  It landed squarely on the eye of Duckman's cool man sunglasses with a squop...and it stayed there.  Big tough seasoned armed forces Duckman didn't flinch..and both boys froze...  Until they glanced at their very immature mother...  I had tears rolling down my face as I tried to contain the laughter.  Come on brother...a pickle in the eye?  That's some funny shit dude!  


My Duckman :)


He seems to have assumed the roll of my guardian, big brother, shoulder to cry on...  I'm not sure how I could ever  express to him just how much he means to me.  What a blessing, a true true friend he is.  And I hope he knows that I'm always there for him too.  Just not for that.


He spent a half an hour on video call with me tonight, making me laugh, and talking me out of the bluesy mood I had settled into...all lameass boy nonsense of course...  He says someday, some lucky guy is going to see me just the way he sees me.  Now isn't that the best shit you ever heard?  Huh?  And also, he threatened to lay a beating on the guy that hurt me.  Not THAT rocks!  :)  


Cause this guy, would do some damage....

Oh yeah...don't mess with the Awesomesauce...Duckman has her Six.  


....Or is that Nines...  I dunno...  I never said I was cool...


But I don't have to be...cuz I have me a Duckman.

Another weekend...

I'm gonna give y'all the lowdown on this cool chick's weekend (sputter, cough, gag)...

Friday, I was stood up...yet again...by cute boy mentioned a gazillion blogs ago...  What makes me particularly pathetic folks...is that this bloke has either stood me up or cancelled on me approximately 8 out of 10 dates.  So while I blissfully made it to date 2...I'm thinking that's all folks.  Yeah...I'm slow...  Sigh...just kept hoping he was telling the truth ...  It's so hard to find a dude I'm actually attracted to dammit!!

Ah well...I finished the first Twilight book.  Listened to some Guns N Roses...was feeling all melancholy and shit...Don't Cry gets me everytime!  I'm such a sap :)  Fell asleep on the couch wrapped in a blanket my mom made me for my birthday...

Saturday morning I coloured my hair.  My sister sent me a box of hair colour for Christmas, and I have to say, that while I appreciated the practicality of the gift, and the intent that I spend some time pampering myself, it definitely rates as one of the oddest gifts ever received for Christmas.  Not the oddest...that prize goes to Nona Stravato... Each year she gave practical gifts too...  like a jumbo box of baby wipes...or saran wrap...once even, a jumbo box of black garbage bags...  It's all good though and it made me smile, which is what I suspect my sister thought it would do.  Within a couple of hours I was transformed into hot mahogany brown cherry highlighted momma...

And then the boys showed up with XX.  I had purchased the three of them tickets to Monster Jam truck rally for Christmas..and tonight was the night.  The plan was they would hang out with me throughout the day..go to the truck show (dirt and noise...yay) and then sleep over.  XX in the roomate's bed and the boys, dismissing the normal beds I usually make up for them, insisted on sleeping with me.  God bless their cotton socks.

Side note...I kicked ass in the kitchen that day!!  I love cooking for other people and so I whipped up this fantastic brunch...biscuits, bacon, plain scrambled eggs for boys and a scrambled egg experiment that was fanfrickintastic!  Try using red pepper garlic oil...saute ham and onion, add beaten eggs and stir 'till cooked, then add mozzarella cheese...voila!  Heaven!  For supper I made my famous Sheppard's Pie..and I'm not sharing the recipe.  plththtth

Sigh...I miss having people to cook for :(

Throughout the day the boys played with the Wii.  Words will never quite give justice to what I witness when these two little monkeys are boxing each other.  Not really having a clue what they are supposed to be doing, they both frantically shake the handheld remotes and nunchucks while doing this funky chicken dance...but they are quite serious.  And much to Saminator's very open dismay, Red usually beats the crap out him.  That kid is vicious my friends!  The best part is the celebration at the end...hands in the air, butt waggin...dancing in circles...

Nah..they aren't too competitive....

So Saturday night as I waited for the boys to get home, I read a little, played around on the computer...and watched Bridget Jones on TV.  As if I need anymore depressing truths on dating....

Boys came home...put them in my bed, went back to movie.

Now, Imma need to skip the next half hour because I donna wanna vent here... suffice it to say my XX is a jackass.  End of brief episode.

Into bed I crawl with 2 sleeping angels.  Listened to grinding teeth (oh me nerves), fought suffocation throughout night as the older one likes to throw arms and legs and half his body over me as if I'm just a lump in the bed...the little one peed and wasn't wearing a pullup (oh that was so not cool dude)...I removed feet from my ass, took a few elbows to the boobs...it was a GREAT sleep!  LOL...  But when I look at those peaceful little faces I really could care less about that...I miss them :)

So this morning, they were up and away for Saminator's hockey game back in Brantford for 8...and I had a day to myself, at home.

I hopped in the shower anticipating the arrival of the cleaning lady, Lisa at around 8...wanting to be out of her way.  I had pee to wash out of my bedding and wanted to bake a bit before doing a bit of shopping.  All of this I did. PS cookies went for shit.  Don't leave to cool for 3 hours whilst shopping...especially if they all kinda baked into each other.  Ended up breaking many of them as I removed them from my Pampered Chef baking sheet.  They are now saddest looking cookies on planet.

And I lost my train of thought again....

Oh yeah...

It was nice to finally chat with Lisa .. usually I'm not home when she gets there.  I think I may have found a new friend here in this big ole city.  She's a lovely lady about my age who came to Toronto from Grenada.  She's beautiful, single, levelheaded and hardworking.  She could care less about finding a man, says it's not stopping her from doin' her ting...  My kinda chicklet.  :)  Will have to have that girl over for movies, pizza and ice cream soon!

So really...it was a strange weekend...  Started out a little disappointing but ended nicely.

And here I am, Sunday evening.  Most dreaded night of the week for Singleton, if I may steal from my friend Bridget.

Here's to smiling, hoping and keeping da faith :)