Look familiar??

Did ya'll see the pic at the bottom of this blog where there i be standin in this very kitchen cooking on this very stove??
But look in this pic, the kitchen looks soooooooooooooooooo buch better and brighter and cheerful and look again to the very bottom of this site and see the not so attractive, tacky wallpapered kitchen in which we used to cook in. Ack! What a transformation eh? We ver all very excited this morning when the two starnger dudes came in to install the countertop, pics of which will be found on mum and Terry's site (aka 'the patons' blog) mum couldn't get over it. The fact that we have a working sink in the kitchen hasn't quite fully sunk in yet, I went to the bathroom down the hall to get water to boil for soup for lunch today at noon. Mum's done that too. But she's also been playing around with the tap settings and admireing the beautiful pipes under the sink, she even discovered the edge of the sink was rough enough to file her nails on. The counter top dudes were very much set on installing the countertop to the point that they bled on the wall and didn't even clean it up! We were also quite appauled to find that they had taken most of their garbage with them and left a mess of sawdust behind! No, we weren't actually appauled. Those are just really minor things we noticed when we inspected their awsome work. WE HAVE A COUNTER TOP!!!! YAY! WHoo HOOO!!! and all the children who dwell in the Paton Palace can heave a GREAT sigh of relief that we no longer have to see or wash another dish in the bathtub upstairs. YAY! Since it is in my opinion the most horrible and horribly out of place sinario EVER!!!!!
love ya'll!

Paton Palace Oddities...

It has certaintly been an eventfull day...
Tessa, Sarah, and Michelle have spent much time playing boggle. Words like naps, read, ghoul, coon, thus, bugs, jest, butt, chest, watt, yeild, and toesy ran through their minds throught the day. The day progressed to the painting of shelves, and the banging of floors, and constant yelling at three certain boys who are ALWAYS doing something irritating. Finnally it was suppertime for the Paton family. At which time the Magestic, Queen Michelle felt weird, and the young Joshua William sucked on his fingers as if they were lollypops, whilst Sir Matthew told of how he doth not wich to return to the cold climated province on Manitoba because the freezing air had caused his nostrils to adhere to eachother. Soon following that tale, Terry lost his mind, and Josh studied his potato with much scruteny in search of the just king's mind.
Supper was over when Queen Michelle and the Princess Tessa discovered that Garfield the feline cat lives next door and was - is still sitting on a large plastic box on the neighbor's deck next to the BBQ.
This concludes the news for today.
WAIT! This just in: Whilst he was stopping by the kitchen to steal some dessert, Josh confesses that he is not much fond of the sacred art of reading, and Tessa is carefully watching her presious baby toamato. Maggie suspiciously sniffs a giant metal pot while Josh tries to hit Matt with it, but fails and sets Matt tumbling down the stairs. Tessa is anxious to get out of the house, but her date never showed up. lol. No, she's just very anxious to spend time at the school grounds because she LOVES school and she misses it soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much. It's like she's 'evol ni' with it really.
So ya, that's all the news I have left to report...for now anyway.
Love ya'll!

Adventures of Sir Terry and his girls.

So, as these things come to happen, and no one really knows exactly HOW they come to happen they just do...I guess. So It just so happened that Sir Terry took his lovely and loveable wife and his two anyoying, bratty daughters out for a walk, and his hound dog came along too. The foursome and the dog, walked all over the country side over hill and around hills and down hills and up hills and becide hills and so on and so fourth and the like. It seemed like a long walk, but it wasn't really. Not really. Soon they came to the royal horse stables where they looked out on the field and watched the magestic movement of the royal horses as they mosied on around the meadow type area and ate grass and other weedy plant things. Then they went on to see the donkeys and the royal stock of phesants and geese, and then they came to the end of the laneway where a large iron gate opens into a cemetary. One of Sir Terry's daughters punched the younger daughter in the arm and said, "will not we walk around the cemetary for a bit, please sir?" and the other daughter punched the younger daughter back twice.
And Sir Terry answered, "No, of course not are you quite insane young lady person?"
"Are you scared sire?" asked the younger daughter.
"Lets go home." was his only reply.
And so the band began the march home, the daughters leading the way, punching eachother untill their arms felt like raw meat, and Sir Terry and his wife holding hands and chatting casually and commenting on the houses they passed. And the hound dog determindly guarded her lady's heel. Then everyone frose suddenly at the sight of the giant man freezing sight of a jack rabbit which stood just to the right of the path through the hills. And it happened to be quite chilly that evening, so unfortuneately the foursom plus dog were utterly stuck frozen there for two days when it finally warmed up and they went to their nice warm home and decided to forget it ever happened. And so everyone went on with their lives like it never happend and lived very happily ever after.
The End.

Hello again!!

Hello again, everyone... lots of news to share today, although, I do believe we are still a knob short in our fabulous no longer dark kitchen. I have been busy painting windows today, and reading. You know i think I'll be doing a lot of reading during the next little while because Josh's friend's mum - which is mum and Terry's freind, sent a whole big load of books for me to read since she discovered that I quite enjoy reading. So yah, I have like twenty big books to read now. But you know this very amazing thing happen, and I really didn't actually realize until like ten minutes ago. Like earier today, Terry went and turned the water off so he could fix the tap upstairs...So I walked into the bathroom upstairs and the tap up there hasn't worked in like a month, so I go to wash my hands in the tap which I ALWAYS do even tho i know the tap doesn't work, and this time water came out of the tap and it was sooooooo amazing, I almost couldn't believe it, and then I remembered that Terry had fixed it earier and it made more sence, but I was still so amazed. It was awsome. you all shoulda been there. Anyway, I just had to tell somebody. I was so excited.

Deep within the Paton Palace

Once upon an afternoon dreary, there wandered the Queen Michelle in the Castle Paton of Thames Valley. She looked here and there up and down, right and left and every possible place and yet she remained knobless. That very morning when the sun was up and the cumulous clouds did float gently across the bright blue sky, Queen Michelle had venture up the street, Thames, which doth cross the river Thames, with her knob and her daughter SarahH, and sat on the bench becide the french fry vendor and happily drank coffee. Not just any coffe tho, it was of course, the queen's favorite kind. It was Tim Horton's special brew. Sarah pondered this funny name for a brif moment just now and decided that Tim aught to change his last name for it doth soundeth rather odd.
However, join us now in the kitchen tower of the Paton palace. Where I, Sarah am furiously typing the events of today and, the gracefull, beautious queen Michelle is sadly, but surely still on the search for this round black object that she had so hoped to fasten to one of her beautiful cabinet doors. Join my now in sorrow for this lost, but potentially useful objuct. Oh woe is me!
Join my now in happiness for being woeful for a long period of time is very upsetting and annurving and much less fun than being happy.
Oh what shall become of our nearly finished kitchen if the knob be not found??!!!
The balance of the world seems a little off on this day since the knob was lost. What shall become of it I wonder?? Where shall the lovely queen Michelle ever find it?? We may never know...I let you know if we do find out however. So don't pannic over there. I'm not in the habbit of making you all pannic...am i? are you pannicing??? Is your heart thump-thumping as rappidly as mine? are your fingers typing 100 miles an hour? Do your fingertips hurt from pounding on your keyboard? You should prolly see a doctor then, cuz that's not good. I should prolly stop this nonsence untill I come up with something juicy and...What is that on the windo!??! That's the weirdest looking spider I've ever seen. Looks like a spider crossed with a scorpion or something insane like that. I'm gunna go now. Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Love ya'll!

The Tales surrounding the Lasagna incident of Currie Road

The Tales surrounding the Lasagna incident of Currie Road
Written by SarahH, Tessa Paton and Michelle Paton ‘the small’
Her Pants were Sauced!
It began as any ordinary day. It was one of those overcast, windy days and it was spitting rain gently when all of a sudden, the worst possible thing that could ever happen, happened. It was suppertime, and hot spicy lasagna filled everyone’s plate. Everyone was enjoying their meals, stuffing their faces happily with the odd conversation between bites. When all of a sudden there was a blood-curdling screech. Everyone was horrified. Every eye turned towards the traumatized victim and the ONLY eye witness spilled her story:
“Well, it was the most horrible thing ever!!” Said she, in tears. “She went to take another bite of her lasagna and then, I heard the most horrified scream from the lasagna…!”
The lasagna was said to have screamed: “Help me! I don’t want to be eaten!” and then promptly attacked the victim viciously. The victim then, in self-defense, stabbed it with her fork. And once the lasagna was efficiently vanquished, she noticed she had not escaped the battle unscathed. There was sauce on her pants!
But this was not the end, no! It was only the beginning, for there was more horror yet to come….and they didn’t even know it…yet.

She was Trying to Strangle her Sister when…
They were deep in epic conversation over the supper meal when one of them took a bite of lasagna and was momentarily possessed with sudden anger towards her sister. Being mad at her sister, she raised her arms in utter rage and went to enclose them tightly around her sister’s neck when; when the sister screamed, horrified: “Don’t touch me! There’s sauce on your hands, don’t get sauce in my beautiful golden locks!” At the world ‘golden-locks’, she (the angry attacker) jumped back and fell over her chair in horror of what she had been going to do, and what she saw on her hands. She screamed, “Why!?” and broke into tears at the sight.
And the sister joined in the shrieks and pointed (although it’s no really polite to do so, but who cares) at the strangler who was her sister and blubbered (cuz that’s a funny word) “Thou hath sauce on thy brand new shirt.”
Lightning split the suddenly black sky and lit everyone’s pale, traumatized faces.
But that, even, was still not the end of their saucy troubles. Dum dum DAH!

Saucy Fingers on the was to Child’s Mouth!…
Supper progressed as it usually did, you know… Everyone was cheerfully eating lasagna (still) and the little child had not yet touched her cereal. Concerned step relative attempted to help the child. Witness said she (step relative) said, “Here comes the airplane,” and tried to drive a pretzel into the adorable child’s mouth, when the witness’s cousin screamed, “you have sauce on your fingers!” The concerned step relative then let the pretzel fall short of the child’s mouth, hitting the deck with an unusual, but suiting loudness and opened her mouth to scream, but nothing more than a whimper came out. The child was somewhat relieved she wouldn’t be made to eat anything, but didn’t understand what was going on. You could have cut the tension with a knife, or a spoon if you really tried. The witness rose to her feet and jumped up and down in circles and screeched at the top of her lungs: “How could this happen to her?! She was so young!” and then they all drove off into the sunset towards the dry cleaners.
The End.

(None of the nameless were severely harmed during the production of these tales.)

Thank you for reading.