Beaver problem

Yes, I'm afraid to report that we have a beaver problem. The sticks in the kindling basket get taken out and chewed on. The wood in the pile beside the wood stove get gnawed on. And I think that we know who the culprit is. And it doesn't look like a beaver. It has four legs, a long-ish body, a tail, two ears, it's pure black.....

Yup. The "beaver" is Finnegan. He has a lovely habbit of chewing on our firewood and making a mess. We don't let him, but he tries it anyway.

I am sorry that I haven't posted in here for ages. I really don't know what got into me. But I'm here now, and I'm posting. :)

Finnegan and the food bowls

My puppy is crazy. It seems like his favourite toys are his and Poppy's stainless steal food bowls. He absolutely loves them. He carries them around, bats them like a soccer ball, puts them in his bed, and looses them outside. He's also learned how to put Poppy's bowl inside his bowl (Poppy's is smaller) and pick them both up. Have you ever heard of a dog that does such a thing?!

busy busy busy!!!

Goodness, I've been busy. Finnegan, online English course, another online course, violin and choir , and just general "school" work is keeping me busy.

And in October, I'll have ANOTHER thing to keep me busy: I got the job at the library!!! Finally!!! I go in for my orinantation on Oct. 3. My shift will be on Saturday afternoon and every second Friday. Maybe not the best shifts, but hey, I got the job!!

And now I have to go see what Finnegan's doing. :)

Redefining the dictionary (video)

This is awesome. Watch it! :D

TED Talks Erin McKean: Redefining the dictionary (video)

My dad's 'rap song'

Yup, this is my dads' new rap song. It's, umm, interesting.

1-800 M-PUMPED

For years, I've pounded mail
Just like Cliff Claven
Through sleet & hail
And marriage cave-in
At home, with pen in hand, I do my ravin'
On recycled envelopes I'm savin'. DOH!

(Since I saw God while I was shavin',
Been postin' redemption songs to soul suckahs misbehavin'.)

I don't plan to be no fossil fool a slavin'
It's my cool retirement which I'm cravin',
I've logged my time a skiddin'
Down this road to hell we're pavin'.
It's from safe within my postage stamp
That I'll be wavin'.

Maybe one day yet before I'm in my grave,
I'll get real brave
And scrimp and leave my haven
Buy jet fuel
And see the world
My pimped out smart car's savin'. DOH!

Errol Nimbly

Ahh, good news

OK, I have some good news. (for me, at least). A while ago, I put in an application form for working at the library. The library finally called me and said that they wanted to interview me next Wednesday!!! This is awesome. I'm excited.

I'll post more after the interview.

The story of the collar in the compost

"One day, Finnegans' people lost his collar. It had seemingly disappeared off the face of the planet. They looked and looked, but they could not find it anywhere. They didn't want to buy another collar and name tag for Finn, but it looked like they needed to. Then, a few days later, Finnegan's human dad found it............... IN THE COMPOST!"

I'm not kidding; this really happened. We have no idea how it got into the compost of all places, but it did. I'm glad that we don't have to buy another name tag. (the one we got cost $10).