Perfume, I hate you.

I have a weird allergy.

Well, I have bunch's of allergies...

But a really weird one is perfume.

Shooba it makes me sick.

Yesterday at church, I was feelin' fine, when all of a sudden it felt like someone took a dirty dusty rag and shoved it into my lungs.

I leave, choking and gagging to the bathroom, composed myself, got a drink of water, and when the coughing stopped, I snuck back in.

Right away my throat closed (That's what it feels like.) And I had to leave again, choking.

I STAYED in the bathroom.

Course, there's different symptoms.

Nikki can tell you.

I once nearly fainted THREE times on my way out.

And collapsed and nearly fainted in the bathroom stall.

Have you ever fallen down in a BATHROOM STALL?!?

Its awful.

Germs.

Ick.

So, yeah, I was REALLY sick. Once church was over I basically went up to mom and said "Lets leeeeave."

Once I was in the van I felt better.

Mmmmm clean air.

My muscle under my ribs was killing me.

Coughing.

I missed the service, but I got to socialize with Dan and Patrick on the way there and back.

So it wasn't a total waste of a trip. XD

Love, The Paina.

Holy frozenness, BATMAN!

Well, fellow Canadians, it's mighty cold out there.

It's like -50 with the wind.



I miss this. Couple days ago that's what it looked like.

Now, I can hardly see through the window.

Depressing.

The snowblower on the tractors broken.

Some pin broke.

Or something.

Anyways, I had to shovel the driveway.

With the tractor bucket.

OHHHHH, THE HORROR!!!

Naw, I'm joking.

Wasn't hard.

I'm not gonna lie, I LOVE winter. Love it. I love wind, snow, the snow covering the tree's...

I just love it.

I'm sure that my siblings with Renaud's are going to chase me down and kill me now.

Probably strip me down, pour hot water on me and chuck me into a drift.

I still love winter.

In other news, LOOK how cute we used to be!!!

AWWWWW!! Me 'n' Linda. I used to be able to smile.

Ah, those were the days.

Now, it's THIS:



I'm sure I just caused Adeena a heart attack.

Or anybody else, for that matter.

Think about it this way: You have pictures to use against me.

Pictures are mean sometimes.

But BOY are they fun.

Seeya next time!

Or never...

Some of you might leave my blog and never return.

"Stupid weird-picture-taking-Cold-lover!"

Ahh well.

I'll always have these great times.

Love, The Paina.

Not 365...

Since I know I'll NEVER be able to do the 365, (Either I don't take pictures, don't remember what day I took them, or am not allowed on the computer.) I'm gonna do Not365, which is basically posting random pictures whenever I am able. (Sorry, GPM. I have failed you.)

Oh, and all these are SOOC. I have no idea how to work photoscape.

How about some Hunny to sweeten the deal?

The cutest horse ever. No exceptions.

I mean, LOOK at that face!

Linda with her monster hands. I have small hands. Smaller then Mom's. I am SHAMED.

I liked Sarah's eye picture, so I did my own. (I don't mind scary eyebrows. I just GOOO with the FLOOOOOW. Of scary hairy.)


Sifto is the BEST cat. Ever. The other cats if I point a camera at them they run screaming. Sifto poses.

AWWW!! Sleeping, purring, happy Kitty!

Soft kitty warm kitty, little ball of FUUUUUR!!
Happy Kitty sleepy Kitty purr purr puuuuuuurr!!

You friendly neighborhood Photographer SALUTES YOU!

Have fun!!

Watch Big Bang Theory!! (Soft kitty is Sheldon's sick song. XD)

Love, The Paina.

Today is the day...

I feel freakin' OLD!!

Ugh! I swear if Justin gets any older, I'm gonna stuff him in a freezer.


He's TWELVE!! That means he'll soon be a TEENAGER!! Makes my head ache.

Also, today is the day that last year we had an accident.

Me and Dan.

^That's him and Linda, he has Baron Von Evilsatan, Linda has Sifto.

And this is Yours truly on Christmaaaas!!

YAY! An attempt at smiling! I WIN!

So, anyways, I was thinking today how if I died, I would have missed a lot. I wouldn't see Justin turn twelve (Gags). I Wouldn't have seen a lot of things. I'd be with my Saviour, and I'd be so freakin' happy, but...I'd miss out.

There are SO many things to be thankful for. I sometimes forget how blessed I am.

And, think about it Peeps, If I had died you would have missed out on THIS:


What a lovely FACE! XD

Oh, before I forget, sorry about my previous blog. I got some complaints.

It was a vent blog.

Vent blogs are evil.

And Jeff is the OPPOSITE of Nerdy.

Isn't he SO cute? I just wanna dunk him in my coffee.

Mmmmmm coffee.

That's all for now. :)

Drink coffee, Peeps!

Love, the Paina.

Curse your eyes, BLOG!

You know what SUCKS?!?!? When you can't access your pictures. However, what sucks more is when you can access them, but can't do anything with them. They just sit in a folder and STARE at you while you try to put them on a blog, or facebook, or paint, while people say "Wheres all the pictures you've taken with your GloriousfromHeaven Camera?"

Well, my good man, They're stuck.

On Dads computer.

Which I am forbidden to touch.

So, sadly, No pictures for you till I download onto Moms.

On a different note, I dislike stupid drivers. And stupid bike riders.

"Oh, LOOK! The road is icy and there's a big truck coming! I think I'll cut in front of him, slam on the brakes and turn!!"

Retards.

Dad stood on the brake so luckily he didn't get crushed.

There are times when I feel like swearing. I never do. But I FEEL like it.

Like when stupid people stand there and STARE at me. And smoke and blow it my way.

And stare at me.

Just creeps me out.

A couple days ago I was at work, and I got freakin' HOT, so I took my sweater off and did the run in a T-shirt.

People stared at me puzzled.

I can understand, because it was -20 out, But I still didn't like it.

I want a shirt that says "Staring for long periods of time could result in a foot to the face."

I'd wear it everywhere.

I am NOT a people person. I will never speak to anyone, unless they do to me.

I'm getting better at answering.

I can do whole SENTENCES!

Rather then "Hi." [Hurries off as quickly as possible.]

I can even joke.

Like this lady was being bugged by the men, and she asks me "Do you have to work around men?"

And I said "Yes, That's what happens when you have five brothers."

And she said "Oh Gawd." In the most hilarious way. Basically like Ursula's mother on George of the Jungle.

Although, I don't like people who THINK they're funny. I never know whether I'm supposed to laugh or not.

Also, I don't like short, nerdy guys.

Not you Jeff.

Other guys.

Guys who say "I'm supposed to be on lunch." And try to speed you up by "Helping" to lift the bins.

"If she can do it, I can do it!!" And he stands there, Pushing with all his manly might, not moving it. At all.

And I have to figure out a way to dump the bin over top off him.

It takes me twice as long as normal, 'cause he "Helps" with every single one.

If I wasn't raised to respect people, I would have screamed "GET OUT OF THE WAY, PUNY MAN!! I'M WORKING HERE!!!"

Its no wonder Dan calls me Herculena.

I probably could have tossed the guy.

He was Sho Small.

And he claims to live on a farm. With cows.

I don't believe him.

March onward, Peeps!!

Love, The Paina Herculena.

Sunshine lollipops!!

Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows,
Everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together,
Brighter than a lucky penny,
When you're near the rain cloud disappears, dear,
And I feel so fine just to know that you are mine.

Yes.

Ahem.

ANYWAYS.

Brothers are awesome.

Actually, if I think about it, ALL my family is awesome.

However, Dan and Patrick have bumped the radar on my awesome list.

Why?

Well, my good sir, I'll tell you why.

They bought me the sexiest, brilliantest, Most AMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZING, marvelous CAMERA that I've ever had.

I've owned one before. It was moms old one. The crappiest piece of junk. (Sorry mother....)

I was gonna put a picture up, but Moms dumb camera won't work. *Sighs*

So no picture of my new camera for YOU. Bwahaha!!

So, this post belongs to Dan and Patrick. Thanks, guys!!!

You're so freakin' AWESOME!! And not just because you bought me stuff. Because you are. Just sayin'.


This is the only good picture I have of them together. Sad, really. Patrick, look AT the CAMERA, not at your glorious muscles. Jeez.

Love you anyway!

Love, The Paina.

PS. WHY did I get that song in your head? Cause I'm feeling happy and evil, and it fit the bill. Just sayin'.

On Kara.

Today I woke up and decided it was high time to get covered in dung.

Mucking out a stall should do the trick.

After turning off my radio which Tiana had on blast to wake me up, I got dressed in junk clothes and heading to the barn.

Kara greeted me with her familiar nicker, and I gave her hay and told her I'd be back after coffee.

So, after coffee I came back out. She was basically done her hay and gave me a stare of "What the hey took you so long?"

I got out my pitchfork and started at the back of the barn, out of Karas way.

However, seeing as I came back, she figured she'd better tell me all about her day so far.

How she was so happy I had given her her breakfast, How snow was fun to roll in especially when there's mud underneath, And how that DASTARDLY HEN had DARED to drink out of her water bucket and she had given it a piece of her mind.

Unfortunately, while she was telling me this, she had to stand in front of me, beside me, or anywhere that pitchfork was going. She needed to make sure she had my attention, I guess.

I gave her a bit more hay, and she was interested in that. But between mouthfuls she rumbled at me, and once in a while had to get in the way again to look out the doorway.

The funny thing about Kara is usually she has two jobs: Eating and pooping. And she believes she'll do both very well for me. She gets her jobs DONE.

Plus, since our yard is a lake right now, I couldn't use the tractor. So I had to avoid Kara, make a pile, move that pile, and move it once more before I could put it in that manure yard.

Which is a tough job, especially when an over eager horse decides she has to be right next to me.

And OH!! Those nasty hens had the NERVE to walk in her hay. The were quickly moved with a nip and they let out squawks. Kara and I agree on chickens. Dumb creatures.

Finally I got through all of it, and gave Kara a good scratch.

She responded by putting road apples on her fresh straw.

Blast her.

Gotta Love horses.



Love, the Paina.