Saturday, July 18, 2009

Pesky Fly Story Part 2
Just when I was ready to call it a night, a couple of flies started buzzing around my glass of white zinfandel wine. Fed up after a few fruitless swats, I dashed upstairs in search of the handy, dandy fly swatter that had been used quite a bit today by various members of our family. I ran back downstairs and started what became a one hour journey into a flying nightmare. Excuse the fly pun, it was actually me that was flying around, chasing the flies that seemed to be duplicating themselves. For each one that I swatted, another two or three would replace them.

My anxiety kicked in at this point, it was after all almost midnight, my husband had gone to bed and so I had to dance around the basement, quietly, insane thoughts creeping their way into my mind as I started to remember all the horror bug movies I had seen throughout my life. It was as if they were all calling each other and coming to torment me. "Hey guys, lets make this lady crazy, make her think we are taking over, buzz, buzz."

Soon my daughter came down to say goodnight, saw how much fun I was having, and we began fighting over the fly swatter and jumping around, me picking up the dead flies with kleenex.

I forgot to mention that after the glass of wine was done, I grabbed a beer. Well after a fly had stopped on the can, I wiped it profusely before opening it, and then popped off the metal tab and took a big slurp. I deserved it after all the fly swattin, jumpin and arm swinging. It was then that my straight A, very smart daughter advised me that whenever flies stop and rub their hands together, they are actually pooping and throwing up on the surface they landed on. I was in no shape to wonder whether or not she had made it up, however, my beer suddenly lost some of its appeal.

Well it must be time for bed now, I may tape my mouth closed first, it does appear that we have seen the last one. I sure hope so, I think I might have nightmares tonight, or flymares......gosh I really am losing it!

Invasion of the Pesky Flies

This morning we woke up to my kitchen window swarming in flies. Yuck! On the inside of the window. No, not the outside, that's right folks, the rotten, stinkin, dirty little bleepers found a small opening in the window that houses our summer air conditioning.

That's correct, for those of you that thought we only had snow, and winter, and minus 35 Celsius. There is a season between snow, torrential rain and thunderstorms with marble sized hail, (up till yesterday), that begins sometime in what is supposed to be summer. Intolerable prairie heat blasting everywhere, so yes, you actually need air conditioning in your house and your car. Unless you are one of those people that enjoys trickles of perspiration running down parts of your body, randomly. I am not one of those people.

But, I digress, husband installed it this year in June but we have discovered that there are a few little unseen gaps. So there were flies everywhere this morning. Where did they come from? Why from one day to the next were we invaded by flies?

I told dear husband, and he, being a smart guy insisted there had to be a source, rotten food, more than likely, that was attracting them. Horrified, I bellowed. "There is NO rotten food in the kitchen!" And there was no smell, at least inside there wasn't. Anxious to get to the bottom of it I went outside and sure enough, under the airconditioning unit, in one of my bottle recycling bins, under a ton of bottles, there was the culprit. As I pulled out bunches of bottles, I was greeted with more flies and the stench of rotting something.........OMG, whew, rancid, putrid, can't describe the sight at the bottom. Let's just say it was not immobile.

I screamed! "Who put garbage in my recycling bin!!!!" Husband came out of his garage cave and told me, with a matter-of-fact tone, that he had instructed our guests at the last BBQ (Canada Day) to put garbage in the green bin. I looked at him in disbelief, feeling rage overtaking my body, then I realized it was pointless to blame, after all, we have 3 green bins, so I guess people got confused. Of course, nobody checked after the party, or cleaned it out, just kept stacking bottles on top, unaware, of the impending creation of an entire ecosystem that said neglect created, innocently below the airconditioning contraption, creating access to the inside where we live, eat and sleep with, OMG, our mouths open when some of us, uh, snore, unintentionally of course. I will never sleep the same again. Surely a fly in your mouth would wake you up right? Please let it be so. Ugh!

Oh well, again off on a tangent of doom. So, I cleaned up the mess, sprayed the bin with plenty of water and swished and swished. Most of the dead flies inside the house were killed with the fly swatter and my handy dandy Dyson animal sucked them all up. The problem, I considered later, was when I saw my fourteen year old running around the house with the extendable hose sucking up live ones. "No, no, can't suck up live ones! What if they lay eggs in my beautiful Dyson." Horrible thoughts of crawling maggots inside my top-of-the-line, Rolls Royce vacuum, invaded my head.

So he took off the bagless canister and we both peered at it. "Ah, mom, um, where are all the dead flies?"he asked. I couldn't see any either, and we must have sucked up at least 30 of them, seemed like 50, could have been more.

"They must have been pulverized," I said, "Yes, that vacuum is amazing." The thought that they may be trapped inside somewhere, setting up house and laying eggs, tormented me. But only for a second, can't think about that, not in my Dyson. Sleeping with my mouth open was almost a happy thought by comparison!
I love purple flowers

I love blue flowers too

Flowers on the patio

Other colours are pretty too!

Calgary Stampede Memories

After muttin' bustin' competition what a cutie pie!

My little Cowpokes! Now they are bigger cowpokes.....

Eric the Bullrider man

Well Stampede is over for another are some memories of Stampede past
See highlights, Rodeo and Chuckwagon races from this great website:

Friday, July 17, 2009

What's Cooking this week @ Mary's Deli?
This is a link to my husbands cozy home cooking restaurant here in the Calgary Foothills Industrial Park click on Daily Specials or see his catering menu for a company event, he makes the best cheesecakes, fish and chips and beef dips, Fridays is a yummy steak sandwich special with famous and tender Alberta Beef.......!