Saturday, July 30, 2011

Life With Grain of Salt


I had to look up "paraprosdokian." Here is the definition:

"Figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is
surprising or unexpected; frequently used in a humorous situation." "Where there's a will, I
want to be in it," is a type of

Ok, so now enjoy!

1.. Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level
and beat you with experience.

2. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still on my

3. Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear
bright until you hear them

4. If I agreed with you, we'd both be wrong.

5. We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.

6. War does not determine who is right - only who is left.

7. Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting
it in a fruit salad.

8. Evening news is where they begin with 'Good Evening,' and then
proceed to tell you why it

9. To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many
is research.

10. A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a
train stops. On my desk, I have
a work station.

11. I thought I wanted a career. Turns out I just wanted paychecks.

12. Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says, 'In
case of emergency, notify:' I put 'DOCTOR.'

13. I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.

14. Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the
street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy.

15. Behind every successful man is his woman. Behind the fall of a
successful man is usually another woman.

16. A clear conscience is the sign of a fuzzy memory.

17. I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn't work that way. So
I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness.

18. You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a
parachute to skydive twice.

19. Money can't buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to
live with.

20. There's a fine line between cuddling and holding someone down so
they can't get away.

21. I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not so sure.

22. You're never too old to learn something stupid.

23.. To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever
you hit the target.

24. Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

25. Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.

26. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than
standing in a garage makes you a car.

27. A diplomat is someone who tells you to go to hell in such a way
that you look forward to the trip.

28. Hospitality is making your guests feel at home even when you
wish they were.

29. I always take life with a grain of salt. Plus a slice of lemon,
and a shot of tequila.

30. When tempted to fight fire with fire, remember that the Fire
Department usually uses water.

Words of Wisdom
"The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese."
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It's Sunday and I am counting days out of desperation
Hate this cast and the pills that go along with it lol

My son's friend broke his thumb and took his off by getting it wet so it was easy to cut off. Smart lol
I am tempted except my wrist will probably fall off. lol

Have A great day!!

Beauty Ribboned in Sunshine


Her Diary:

Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much. I asked him what was wrong; He said, 'Nothing.' I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you, too.' When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep - I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.

His Diary:

Boat wouldn't start, can't figure out why.

Wish I had some ribbons for my hair today lol
It is turning out to be a very nice Saturday.
Summer has finally arrived and with the fans in the house, it's quite comfortable.
My wrist is holding so we shall see in a few days the outcome of it all.

Enjoy your day

Friday, July 29, 2011

Amigos Who Love

Newfoundlander Password

The Bank of Montreal was running a recent Password Audit and found
Stevie O'Toole from Conception Bay (Newfoundland) using the following


When Stevie was asked why he had such a long password, he replied,
'Lard t'underin geesus! Are yez blind er' stupid?
I wuz told me password had to be at least 8 characters long wit' one
capital ''


You might have to think twice about this one. A blonde hurried into the emergency room late one night with the tip Of her ••••• finger shot off. 'How did this happen?' the emergency Room doctor asked her. 'Well, I was trying to commit suicide,' the blonde replied. 'What?' sputtered the doctor. 'You tried to commit suicide by shooting Off your finger?' 'No, Silly' the blonde said. 'First I put the gun to my chest, & Then I thought, 'I just paid $6, 000.00 for these implants... I'm not shooting myself in the chest.' 'So then?' asked the doctor. 'Then I put the gun in my mouth, & I thought, 'I just paid $3,000.00 To get my teeth straightened I'm not shooting myself in the mouth.' 'So then?' 'Then I put the gun to my ear, & I thought: 'This is going to make a Loud noise. So I put my finger in my other ear before I pulled the Trigger.

I think blondes and Newfoundlanders have the Luck of the Irish.
My wrist doesn't hurt much now but the pills sure did a job on my system cause its all upset.

And what a hassle to do things with one hand.
Try peeling a potato or cutting a tomato or putting on your under wear or fixing your hair.pffff! I feel like a comedian creating jokes on
Next time someone asks me what's better, to hurt a leg or an arm and I'll definitely say a leg because you can sit doing things but without arms......geez!

All I can do is put meat into aluminum foil (which is also a trick to tear off the roll) season it add water and put in to bake. The rest someone else has to do.
I can still load the dishwasher.
and I keep looking outside longing to go out and play .
Well it's not to be for now so its nice nature shows me a flower or two to admire.

Weeds have stories behind them For example:

Morning Glory Seeds

  • Drives out water - for heat accumulation in the stomach or intestines, severe constipation, abdominal distention, urinary difficulty (water is expelled through urine and stool).
  • Unblocks the bowels and removes accumulations - constipation due to accumulation and stagnation of damp-heat in the stomach and intestines.
  • Drives out phlegm and congested fluids - cough, wheezing, chest fullness.
  • Expels intestinal parasites and reduces food stagnation - roundworm or tapeworm infestations and food stagnation.

Dosage and Preparation Notes

  • Dosage: 4.5-9g
It also gives hallucinations so one has to be careful and know how to use the seeds

Whatever I see and do these days I see only my Amigoes who love

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Mystic Wild Beauty

She creeps through the forest quiet as a moon beam
She awakens to a dawn of dew
She speaks not a word through diligent courtesy
Her love is a pure white veil, bejeweled
So simple and perfect, alive and demure
She creeps ever so softly
A mystic white, morning glory

Two Blondes With Hammers... Daria & Judy were doing some carpenter work on a Habitat for Humanity House. Daria was nailing down house siding, would reach into her nail pouch, pull out a nail & either toss it over her shoulder or nail it in. Judy, figuring this was worth looking into, asked, ' Why are you throwing those nails away?' Daria explained, 'When I pull a nail out of my pouch, about half of them have the head on the wrong end & I throw them away.' Judy got completely upset & yelled, 'You moron! Those nails aren't defective! They're for the other side of the house!'

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

A Garden for Another

This is a nice garden song.
Today i can sit and enjoy it but my husband caught something at the hospital and is very sick.
He has a very bad cold and who gets them this time of year?
So between he and I we make a swell couple.

So no garden for us thats for sure lol

I slept through most of yesterday. The pills are strong and keep away the pain.Today I need
less of them.

My husband was up and about more than yesterday.
but he will also need another day or so sick leave.
At least we are sick now together .
More things to share lol
He made us a nice spaghetti sauce and I helped myself to a bowl but my little dog jumped up.
She was hungry so I let her eat it and then made myself another bowl.
She has her portion in her bowl but she wants to share mine instead lol
Precious little girl.
Nothing much more to say or do
Just rest.
I can't even knit now lol



Well this song hits home especially today.Yesterday I was working as usual Picking up the branches of tree cuttings. I was hoping to feed them to a small fire.
As chance would have it I slipped on the mud.
We have cement walk way and then about a two foot muddy embankment raised by wood ties.
I slipped right there and fell on my shoulder and arm and broke my wrist on the cement .I knew cause it cracked. The pain and shock that followed showed me how delicate I have become.
My son heard the screams and came running then my husband.
I tried to change a bit before we charged out to emergency.
It took the rest of the day to fix me at the Surrey Memorial, which I have to admit was a very
hard working group of dedicated men and women.

They did things different than before .After xrays showed I did darn good job on my wrist they gave me an IV which I guess put me into a light sleep.My husband and son said I was talking and screaming but when I came to I remembered nothing. Apparently I said something which made the doctors laugh. Who knows what I was talking about lol My boys both cringed watching me suffer.
My blood pressure sky rocketed. The arm ached badly coming home.
Now I have to go to the doctor every week to make sure it is setting right, bummer
The morphine and other pills they gave me were strong and I needed them but right now it feels a lot better . Thank God .

Next to me was on old man who came in with a bad heart. He was dying and his son was sitting beside him waiting I guess since there was a no revival order for him.

The nurse said the day before they had 30 kids come in with boo boos and today me lol

The way I fell I was lucky not to have banged my head or broken my neck.

One split second and your world changes forever.
I am always afraid of this hill of mine.Its not for older people especially when wet.
It was just a question of time and the time came. lol
After all this today my husband seems to have picked up a very bad sore throat from the hospital
So he too is out of commission.
When they asked me if I was ever at that hospital before, I told them no.I don't like doctors or hospitals. You come in with one problem and go home with 100 more lol

Well I better not push it and go rest before the wrist begins to act up AGAIN.

Hope everyone else had a better week end. lol

hugs to all

I Love You

Well This is my today song I was singing while still working with these horrible blackberries.
Nothing kills them.

No matter what the world will say about me, I know your love will always see me through.

I love you for a 100,000 reasons but most of all I love you cause you are you.:0

Hunh! Power washing, prickles wood burning etc.... and still I worry what the world will say about me and think about the love that keeps me still doing all this stuff. lol

Who cares. I pay my taxes lol

In Quebec people are dying from the heat and here in BC we are still wearing sweaters and fleecy's.
I filled up a baby pool with cuttings and bagged them today and now the pool is empty to fill up with water for the dogs.
Maybe the lawn mower will see its way up the hill and do a but of something. The rain is not helping things. Usually by this time the soil is rock dry and the grass is burnt by the sun but not this year.

I never complained before when I had flat land but this is beyond what is acceptable.
Needs young people to do this stuff.

Well as long as I am making headway. lol
Hope everyone has a great day.


Returning to the Valley.

This song is an oldie I raised my children with.
We used to travel a lot and like all families, to keep the mood lively in the car, we would sing all kind of songs. The kids really enjoyed pitching in, so I was one lucky Mama.
One of my favorite was Perry Comos' Hot Diggity Dogitty Boom What you do to me.
It was great because you could act it out and the kids got a kick out of it.

As the miles stretched out, time flew and before we knew it, we were at the next rest stop.
Singing , we would leave one valley after another, see dawn in one and dusk in another. We would leave our smiles behind with the spring and promise to return on our way back.

The valleys changed with the months and driving back through them, was like driving through new places, we had never seen before, in the fall.
I can understand why truckers love their job behind the wheel, because on the road, you leave everything behind and ahead, lies nothing but adventure and the impossible.
You never say goodbye or adieu because the patient Red River Valley will always be waiting your return.
Being Blonde

A married couple were asleep when the phone rang at 2 in the morning.
The wife (undoubtedly blonde), picked up the phone,
Listened a moment and said 'How should I know,
that's 200 miles from here!' and hung up.
The husband said, 'Who was that?'

The wife said, 'I don't know, some woman
wanting to know if the coast is clear.'
What did the blonde ask her doctor when he told her she was pregnant?

'Is it mine?'

Returning home from work, a blonde was
shocked to find her house ransacked and burglarized.

She telephoned the police at once and reported the crime.

The police dispatcher broadcast the call on the radio,
And a K-9 unit, patrolling nearby was the first to respond.
As the K-9 officer approached the house with
his dog on a leash, the blonde ran out on the
porch, shuddered at the sight of the cop and
his dog, then sat down on the steps.

Putting her face in her hands, she moaned,
'I come home to find all my possessions stolen.
I call the police for help, and what do they do?

They send me a BLIND policeman.'

Keep on Trecking

This was a great movie and I think will always be a great movie in the fiction category.

Its about British Officer POW's refusing to do hard labor for the Japanese but then they decide to accept to build a train bridge over the River Kwai. Meanwhile one man escapes and brings back British soldiers to blow up the bridge. Well what ensued was indeed madness.
The whistling marching song really kept the mens' morale up in the movie .
It is supposed to take Place in Thailand after the surrender of Singapore, in WW2.
Japanese soldiers left a lasting impression on Singaporeans as suicide fighters.
They would fight till death and never surrender. Any one who had encounters with them was left eternally marked by fear.

After the war, the Japanese wives and Mothers found out the truth about how their husbands and Fathers behaved during the war. They could not believe the dishonorable stories that were told by many women, from different countries, forced to become comfort women for their men and the atrocities they committed. Most of the ugly truth was kept away from their ears.

War is hell and it really doesn't matter which side you are on.
We send out innocence and it comes back broken,hard and changed forever.

No man needs to see what these men are forced to look at every day, for what can become a lifetime.

Life without pity or remorse or fear.
Men, cut off from their feelings, to do ............a job.

Broken men,some of whom are mere babies themselves, who feel lucky to come home at all.

We keep on trecking fighting for our children, our nation and for the love of mankind.
So what are the other countries fighting for? Imperialism? This is what they charge other countries with and yet, given a chance, do the same thing.

Do they see a cure for poverty and hunger, as death?
Has the meaning for the word POWER changed?
Today, it seems the word means keeping fear and hate alive not only in foreign lands but in your own people.

Power to destroy, to benefit the economy, so it can spend to rebuild, providing jobs
or maybe not rebuild if the damage done is too great.

It seems insane to flaunt power, to cure poverty and hunger, by slaying millions of innocent people, when the power they should be undertaking, is to curb growing populations through birth control.

With science today, it makes me shudder what other ways are being sought to do this?
and where?

And so we whistle and keep on trecking..........and pray.

Charmed by Life

I love this old Mitch Miller Song. The melody just cheers you up usually until I got to singin it with different words, which I caught myself doing yesterday.

Oh dear , love to tax you, love to tax you, my dear old voter. lol
Now what possessed me to do that?

This song is supposed to be the Florida State Song, however some of the old verse was
seen as racist some what, since it referred to plantations where black people worked.

But the melody is catchy and I guess suitable to make many a verse to go along with it having nothing to do with politics.

Now this is mans' best friend doing his job.
Good Dogs Very GOOD Dogs.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Watch out For Pistols

I love this picture.
The flower, expressing strange and dangerous beauty,
has its' Cobra guards out searching for some action.
In the heart of traffic, a small work of natures' art.
What luck.














Monday, July 18, 2011

Who's Sorry Now?

Ed Sullivan sure new how to pick the next stars. Connie Francis was one of them.
I still enjoy her songs and they apply to todays' life and living.

I don't think very many singers can compare to these old ones, who never rushed to tell you a story in melody and voice tone.

Who's Sorry Now sure hits the spot today because I am sure every one of us is sorry to watch how politics and government is affecting all our lives.

Could we have made better decisions choosing better leaders and listened between the lines of what was being said to us? Could we have asked better questions? Could we have asked for less money to be spent so we pay less taxes?

Is being given the right to vote at a young age before one has a chance to know or have a taste of life and living the right thing to do? Should we allow elementary schools invade the minds of our childrens' way of thinking instead of allowing them to learn and come to their own conclusions?
Should Pressure groups be allowed to influence votes?
Should potential leaders sell out the ethics and morals of a country for a vote?

and if we see this, should we see this as an example of who not to vote for?
After all....No is practically the very first word we hear and learn apart from

Yes I am sure we all can relate, in one way or another to this song, if not in love, then in some other aspect of our lives.

But in the end, is it not good to realize that we can be sorry and correct things before it is too late?

It seems our planet is telling us something these days and we should give it the attention it deserves and stop our scientists from playing with nature like with that
Large Hadron Collider in Switzerland experimenting with the BIG BANG theory, changing weather experiments and experiments which result in slowing the rotation of our planet and then blaming the public for their way of living and global warming, when in fact, nothing is further from the truth.

How is one to judge today, right from wrong, when truth is denied us?

Today some are sorry and some sorrier than others and some, who are the cause of every ones'
suffering, are not sorry at all. They live in a Marie Antoinette world, where they believe cake is readily available.

Yes, we are sorry to see so much damage done, so much blood spilt.
In yester year it was because of the sword and today, through nature rebelling and continuous wars brought on by old dogma, people do not want to let go of.

There are no winners in war, for God takes no sides in battle.
In facing your enemy, you stand alone.

God's job is to forgive because he knows man still does not understand the value, the morals and ethics, of peace.

Man is not ready to let go his fight for survival. He is born of clenched fist ready for battle until, weary, he finally opens it, for God to enter his soul and whisk it away to another place, where it can finally understand the true meaning of freedom, love and trust.

The thing about man is that he is always sorry and he is always ready to try harder in face of the same enemy........ himself. lol

Have a great Day!!!


Apart from the fact that I love Mario Lanza because he sings so many songs that I like, one of the being BELOVED, this video of the Lords Prayer is awesome.

I remember I used to sing it and today, I almost forgot the melody.
How awful!

Not much is being kept as a tradition these days and some things just should not be forgotten.
This is one Prayer that is beautiful to sing into the heavens to God and the Angels who serve him. I remember how nice it was to begin your day at school with the Lords Prayer, The National Anthem and God save the Queen. It sorta began your day knowing who you are.

Monday is again cloudy but the rain held off.

I went to Save on Foods and they sold this package of old chicken they said, for 5 dollars.
I thought I lucked out because the best soup bouillon is made out of old chicken. The meat is hard and hardly worth eating but the soup that comes out of it is un comparable.

When I opened the package, I found out I had not one chicken in it but three. I couldn't believe my luck, when today they charge so much for everything including chicken feet and chicken gizzards. We used to make pate out of chicken livers as well as use them for stuffing and chicken feet my Mom used to get for free. They are also good for soup and quite tasty if you over look the fact that they walk everywhere lol (I don't buy them) but 5 Bucks for three chickens is a deal.

Then I also came across some very chubby looking, small, fresh salmon, from the Pacific Ocean.
I don't particularly care for salmon as many people do unless it is baked in curry, black pepper and lemon, but I could not resist this package of two.

When I got home I took one and filleted it, covered it in salt and it is making me some very nice lox under a heavy plate in the fridge. I can't wait to eat it in 5 days, with phili cheese and bagels.
Sometimes you just have a craving. I still have to turn it every day and press it but all good things are worth waiting for.

Maybe today I will bake the other one since we have not had fish in a while.
And so my week has begun.

God Bless Every one.


Sunday, July 17, 2011

Ginsing Tea Power

Our store puts products on discount shelves to get rid of them for half price.
I love to get mushrooms a this time and now I am paying attention to Ginsing.
I got a whole package of cuttings for next to nothing and knowing me that I will forget to use it,I decided to do the right thing as soon as I got home.

After unloading my groceries into the fridge and cup boards I immediately sat down to peel and slice the ginsing roots and put them into a small jar with olive oil and cider vinegar.
This will keep them for meals to give the extra oomph for an otherwise boring meal.
With the left overs, I take as needed to make a pot of ginsing tea. I peel them and boil them with a teabag and honey and this is great for the man with a chest cold, which my son seems to have caught.
I find this method to be much better than buying the store bought ginsing tea.
Yesterday I made my son a cup and today my husband got the urge to try some himself as he heard how tasty it was. lol
Being anorexic looking himself, he could use some for sure.
Right now I pity the poor bee and keep thinking that I should make a hot house just for flowers and bees and make sure I keep these little guys safe and working towards a better good.

The boiling ginsing smells so good from the pot right now that I think even I will have a cup once I think it got all the flavor out of the root.
Sure beats drinking coffee.

The family sat watching Japan vs USA girls soccer.
We were rooting for the US of course but Japan was the favorite to win and win they did in shoot outs after a most interesting game . They made Japan proud today and will come home with much needed good cheer.
Well done girls.

The weather Saturday was rainy and dull. I don't like it but considering the fact Ontarios' forests are ablaze from the dry hot weather I think we are lucky it's wet and cloudy to keep the bad sun rays away. 17C is not 29C. lol

Hope everyone is enjoying their Sunday
Have a good one.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Nature Green Vancouver.

With the rest of Canada burning in scorching heat, we seem to be having it good in Vancouver , BC. It is still wet and dull outside not typical of July weather at all.
July usually rains at night and during the day we have the brightest of sunshine.
BC vows that by the year 2020 it will go totally green.

I am still busy chopping black berry bushes and making headway I think. lol
We filled so many bags full of the prickly things and this is by no means a favorite job to do. lol
The prickles sometimes go through the thickest of gloves and I tore few pants in the process as well.
Black berries are very good to eat . We have so many here around Surrey and Delta but every time they build a new house they destroy tons of these plants and leave roots which then still push up long after the contractor is gone. And yet in some soils , they will not grow at all.


Here is a typical view of todays' generation verses yesterdays.
In the line at the store, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.

The woman apologized to her and explained, "We didn't have the green thing back in my day."
The clerk responded " That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment."

She was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.

But we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.

But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

So true;we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana.
In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us.
When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water.
We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.

But we didn't have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service.
We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then?
Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart young person.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Chelsea Lately ... not to be reckoned with

My husband's favorite hobby "passe temp favorie" of late is to watch the Chelsea Lately nightly show, with her co host Chewy...
This of course much to my chagrin, since I find her offensive in many ways...until the other night.

I decided to curl up next to hubby on the couch and watch to see what he found so fascinating about this lady, who hails from friendly NJ..

Needless to say my ear drums burnt at the vocabulary and language being used during the show...

My Dad, God bless his soul, would have turned in his grave had he known what his daugther was watching and listening to and yes...laughing at the jokes...

He would surely say to me:
Boy have times changed lol . His type of girl was of the Maureen OHare type.
I used to like his taste in women.

But I could see him sitting and watching Chelsea, as he did Johnny Carson.

When I was little I could hear him and my Mom giggling watching him.
In those days Play boy was a very hush hush magazine, you bought for the jokes
and of course the articles. lol (not the pictures ) and they never showed their parents this magazine even as grown ups. lol

I must admit however, that the Chelsea show was funny, in an odd sort of way... and the double meanings "ententes" become more subtle if not anticipated,
as you watch her perform this 30 minutes...linguistically, semi pornographic
commedy act.

Enjoy the show....

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Soccer Royalty

David Beckham Reveals Victoria's New Baby Will Be

Speaking of Royalty even they have problems putting their children into Posh English schools .
This soccer family was said to be too working class. So in the end were they allowed to register?

And if David Beckham was a Muslim would the kids, especially if they were girls, ignore the school uniform and the not wearing of head covers ?
I guess it would not be a mere question of passing an entrance exam here.

This is interesting to know the answer to and if the school could refuse a Muslim entrance to its' school and refuse the uniform changes forced upon it by a Muslim religion, then why can Fifa not refuse, and
Christian Churches etc...not refuse to changes forced upon them?

There is supposed to be, I am told, lol, a separation of church and state.

Uniforms and especially motorcycle helmets rules should be equal or else it defeats the purpose of making these laws and rules.

However women liberation groups used the same kind of pressure to enter tavern establishments to promote Womans' Rights as equal to men.
Women and men are equated to being a human species.
In this case it was a good thing because taverns promoted hidden alcoholism and women could be alcoholics as equally as men could and with gender mixing such as with gay people.....
well...... it gets complicated. lol

Religion is a personal private thing you do at home and yet here we are being forced to change our ways because it offends someone but we are not protected against our offense to other peoples beliefs.
How does this work?
We really need to make changes in our laws so they are clearer in meaning.

Whats good for one, should be good for another.

When William becomes King and Knights David Beckham, as the Queen did Elton John, Sean Connery and Mr Black, will their kids then be posh enough for their posh schools, even in burkas?
Funny all this........ isn't it?

Have a great Day!

Friday, July 8, 2011

Calgary Stampede

Will and Kate seem to fit right in at the Calgary Stampede.
Not only did Will almost climb in to ride the bull but he also didn't seem to think changing his shirt was necessary. The couple were natural, humble,and people love them.

And what a party in Calgary!

Lively music dancing fireworks ... it's a great finale to end a most memorable trip for the royals who also went out of their way to meet as many people as possible to bring some joy into their lives, even to Great Slave Lake
Not much honey mooning with such a hectic schedule, but what the heck this is much better.

Prime Minister Harper gave a nice speech yesterday as did Will speaking about the great Grandmother who said Canada made them. William said Canada excelled expectations and they will be back.

Today they leave for California and we will miss them.

Yes, William should be the next King and what a tragedy for the Monarchy if he isn't.

Have a great day!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Dr Michio Kaku The World in 2030

I found this learned Mans' lectures to be very interesting.
Dr. Michio Kaku is asked to make many speeches by very important organizations.
There is an introduction the first little bit of the video you could skip to get to the actual Doctors' lecture.
That too takes a little time to listen to but I find it worth it.
It makes me wish I was an expert in physics.

So grab a cup of coffee sit back and enjoy.
Have a great day:)

Monday, July 4, 2011


This was another dog type I got from the SPCA put on the put down list.
The SPCA kept it in a wooden shed like building on soil ground with a bit of straw.
She looked at me and I felt sorry for her so I bought her.
I named this Miniature Pinscher, Lady because of her long delicate paws which she liked to cross in front of her when she sat down. She really behaved like a proper Lady,
very amiable , devoted to the family, small, easy to maintain, train and a good guard.

Once I got her to where I saw she would make a good companion, I gave her to my grand mother.
She was in her 70's and lived with her daughters' Motherin law, who also was alone.
Together they took care of each other.

My grandmother fell in love with this dog. She was the best companion for her as she followed her around and just waited for her to sit down on the couch so she could jump on her lap and cover her in kisses.
Thus these dogs are called lap dogs. lol

The other old lady living with my grand mother also loved her.
She was deaf and Lady would make sure both of them knew when the mail man would come or if someone was around the house or if the phone rang.
Sometimes she would sneak Lady into her room and my grandmother would get upset when she couldn't find her dog. lol

Lady was pampered to no end with treats and love and when I went to visit her, she became
a real chubby couch potato, but still with long delicate ballerina legs.
She was a picture of joy with bright eyes and a catering personality.

When my grand mother passed away, Lady and the other old Gramma moved to her brothers' house.
They were also an old lonely couple.
The brother used to have a dog he loved very much and when it died he was heart broken and never got another dog to replace it with.
He became a sad and lonely man
Then Lady came and brought back joy into his life.
He began to smile and laugh and play with her.

Lady was exactly what he needed. She pepped up another home and stayed with them a long time. Every time you'd call, he would tell you stories about his dog. lol
By now Lady was growing old herself and she got a doze of cancer.
The brother took her to the vet and did his best to save her but eventually she succumbed to her illness, a good 14 years old.
He buried her and as God would have it, soon followed in her footsteps.
I think she met up with these old folks and they are all happy to be together again.
At least I'd like to think so.

Lady was an example of a very Lucky Dog.
Her destiny was not to die but to cater to the living and she will always be remembered as a dog
who gave much to old people.

She served the elderly by giving and showing them the love and companionship they needed
when everyone else had better things to do. No one knows why she ended up at the SPCA.

Thank you Lady.
You were always a very good girl.

Have a great Day!

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Fire On a Cool Wet Day and Dog Grooming

It is always good to start up a small fire on the veranda just to watch it burn.
It's basically safe and a lot more controlled than having one in a dry forest with many other people.
My hose is always ready but I am not very worried because guess what?
It rained again today. Everything is wet.
So with the fire keeping the cement veranda warm, I was able to sit and try to cut off the dirty mats off my dog who doesn't like anyone touching him with scissors.
But to my amazement he rolled over and let me play with a pair over his tummy.
He has very long fur that mats easily and he will never let you brush him the way you want to. So you sit pulling the fur out of him by hand and so much comes out in clumps. He just doesn't like the procedure. If you don't do it, the whole house is covered in fur clumps.

It must be very uncomfortable for him, in the end, to have the fur pulled by these mats.
After a bit of complaining and my soothing him saying
Hey! Whats up with that?
Don't you want to feel better?
I think he realized I was trying to help him as I do with the other dogs.
It's going to take a few days of work though.
Beau is a problem because he never trusts anyone except for pats.
I think it had to do with his Mom, a country dog, which was tied to a chain and the pup, still with closed eyes, was always rolled around by the chain, which must have hurt him.
As the kids hovered around these pups, the Mom could not be under estimated to bite. She was very protective of her babies.
So when one of them was attacked by wasps, eating it alive, my boys took it away and nursed it at home and brought it for nursing to the mom a few times a day.
It had a big flap of torn skin we didn't know what to do with and she just went and bit it off. lol solving the problem. The big hole began to heal up then. Funny how babies are so resilient. Under normal circumstances, that pup should have died.

We chose a little black female puppy for ourselves and took her also to keep her from being abused by the chain. I have to say she was clean and nice and warm and was growing quite nicely. but then my son went to the pups one day with her and this little tyke with eyes barely open, stood and barked at him as if to say:
Hey. Do you see me? I am the one you should take.
I told my son, I think this dog chose you and wants to be yours.
My son would have taken them all and his heart was heavy as he took pity on Beau and finally said: Ok. I'll take you. You need me. lol

He took some of the robust pups to the nearby restaurant and asked if anyone wanted a puppy and found homes for most of them except for Beau and the little runt, we saved from the wasps.
Our neighbors gave him away to a farmer and my youngest son cried because he was so afraid the pup would die. He was mad at me for not taking it.
We found out where the farmer was and I drove my son out there.
I told the woman the puppy story and she was so kind, as to let my son enter her home and visit with the pup. He was in a box, safe , warm and fed with a bottle just as we were doing at home.

My son came out beaming with joy telling me :
"Mom, they do exactly like we do with it."

The woman assured us that the pup was going up north where it would have a great life in freedom. I felt sorry for Beau cause he could have used this freedom as well but I couldn't take him away from the kids who were so absorbed with him.

Beau loves company and will never leave you alone . He'll keep bobbing your arm up and down so you put it around him all day if you let him lol
He was quite friendly but when we took him for walks, people would let their dogs run loose and they would sometimes come and try to attack Beau on a leash.
Nugget would come to his defense until eventually Beau learned to stand up for himself.

The mats around his legs are soo thick and long I am having trouble with my scissors to cut through them .
I have to get close to the skin and make sure it doesn't pull or he will jump up again or give me a little growl.
I have one almost cut off on one leg but it is a long process and taking me an awful long time to do.
It must be also hard on the dog to lie still for so long. In summer having such heavy fur is also uncomfortable for him. I wish I knew how to shear it off him for summer.
All the underside is matted and this will be a big job for me now to clip off so he can finally have a decent bath.

It makes me wonder how wolves deal with this matting problem in the wild?
I never see any of them on TV with matted, clumpy fur or even a Husky and they have very thick fur, like Beau does.

I wish Beau would let us care for him but he jumps around like a jack rabbit and you think it would not be good if you knicked him because that would make it that much worse the next time. He's just a chicken when it comes to trust issues concerning his body.

Lately I have been thinking to get some sleeping pills from the vet in order to keep him calm enough to work on him but I think he read my mind cause he lets me groom him in small doses. lol
I might just get it done and he might learn to trust me a little bit more once he sees how much better he feels.
Poor Beau.
At least we can sit together and watch the fire and have some quality time together outside.
Nugget had his clipping already but he is old and sleeps most of the time.
He used to have beautiful fur but now with his bad legs he sits in his business and its hard to keep washing him in winter. I hose off the underside and then let him in to dry off.
I clip everything off and he looks awful.
Poor Nugget
And Tanya got herself into trouble today as well.
While I was messing with Beau, my son jumped up and carried her to me alarmed that she was choking.
I stuck my finger down her throat for lack of a better thing to do and thumped her on the back and she was fine looking at me wondering what I was doing. lol
We would be devastated if anything happened to her. She is the Lady of the house and keeps order. lol
Poor Tanya.
Poor Me.
Have a great day!!!


People ask what is a memorable event in your life ?
I would have to say this week end, is one of the most important and carries with it, a lot of mixed feelings.
On the one hand we have our Canada Day Celebrations with new beginnings with a newly married, future King and Queen of England .

In the US they have the US Independence Day Celebrations.

In my family it is a week end of great personal sorrow because I remember it as the week end my Dad died and with being left to do a very difficult job of getting my Mom out of hospital in the months to come, because she lay down to die beside my Dad for three days before the neighbors found them. She had her bruised leg infected, was bereft of her Parkinsons Medication which resulted in the seizing up of her body and the hospital did not offer her much hope for survival.
But her fight to survive for my benefit, was strong and she lived to see another 4 years.
It was not an easy thing to lose two members of your family at the same time and I was thankful she decided to stay behind.
My Dad died of Diabetes. He went out to cut grass in the heat and could not get back to get his medications on time.
My Dad was a prominent member in our Family. He was full of life and living and because of him I have many fond memories growing up.
It was typical of him to come and say there is a sale on water melons. Lets go get one.
I'd think, the gas alone to get to that place would cancel out the sale, but he would be so full of excitement, I hated to mention this little fact.

And then at 84 and blind in one eye, he would teach my younger son how to drive a two wheel bike. I would shudder watching thinking, he is going to lose his balance and fall and break a hip.
Sure enough he fell and got up and brushed himself off laughing that he fell.

He was always like that. Never complained at what life threw at him.

He was affected by the same joie de vivre, as all Quebecers were of his time.
The French were poor but had a good healthy positive outlook on life and there was always something to enjoy and laugh at, every day.

My Dad was the street he lived on and I remember the neighbors coming out in tears to say good bye, when we finally sold our house and moved to the country.
Life and movement was moving away.

Retirement didn't stop him. Every summer he would sit in the car with my Mom and drive across the whole country to British Columbia and I would ask him why he didn't fly. His response would be that he wanted to see his beloved country.

He was a very proud Canadian and couldn't get enough of the sights and smells of this wonderful land.
So I found it fitting that my Dad should go out with a big bang and this he succeeded in doing.
He made his mark because now we celebrate his passing with pomp and fireworks.
One of his expressions, when he would love something was
.......Ummm Beautiful! Just like my wife!
He would make every head turn to see what his wife looked like and then agree with him that yes indeed, he had a beautiful wife. lol

He left me with an everlasting feeling of guilt for not being there, to help him in his hour of need but one night in my sleep, the phone rang and I answered it and heard his voice so happy and cheerful.
Just by the way he said HI!!! Up lifted my soul..
and then he was cut off, probably by heavens' gate and
I woke up and thought with a tearful smile, yup, that's my Dad.

He found a way to break the rules to send me a message that everything was ok and he was happy.
He somehow knows how much I suffer over this and found a way to send a message in just one word, to set free my heart of the guilt he left me with.
I feel much better but I still cannot forgive myself.

My Dad was what the Quebecers call - la tete carre. Square head, because he refused to leave Quebec after 700,000 people left. He said it was a big mistake to do this. His family was chased throughout Europe during the war and he was damned if a little group of people were going to do this to him again. He was established, rooted and staying no matter what.

For the rest of us who had to live with constant harassment from the French radicals,at work and on the streets where very language was legal except English, the official language, we decided it was easier to leave rather than take up arms against a few bleeding hearts who didn't realize that life was about moving forward and not living in the past.
War survivors knew what moving forward was all about.
Life is short and must be spent living and enjoying, not fighting.

Its not as if the French did not have themselves to blame for their problems at that time. Their education consisted mainly of religion as opposed to the English who had a very hard school curriculum.
My parents tried putting me into a French school but they refused me saying I was not Catholic.So they rejected foreigners.
Then when we had a student exchange program in 7th grade, we went and spent two weeks to a French school, singing songs and going to mass while the French kids were crying in our English classes because they had too much school work to do, which they had difficulty coping with.

My Dads' views were no different than one of my favorite of all people, Lawrence Hart ,QC, a lawyer who believed the same thing. He came from an old established Montreal family. His grand mother he said, owned half of Mount Royal but had to give it up because of taxes. He was afflicted with polio and he remembered riding over his grand mothers' mountain, on her horses.

So this week end brings back many memories for me and keeps repeating every year, as a time for both joy and sorrow.

My Dad found his freedom this week end and left with a beautiful display of fireworks and historical significance of new beginnings, on this continent, he loved with all his heart.
It is also now a memory of Lady Di's birthday and William and Kates' visit here, so every year we have something nice to add to the memories.

One of the things I remember about my Dad is that he liked me to give him his haircuts and if I wasn't there to do it, he would let his hair grow like a hippie till I showed up to do it.

It always horrified me when he would travel thousands of miles this way, to get a haircut. lol

The picture above is of my first born son only a week old. He was born with hair but seemed to have lost it and looked like a bald eagle. His Grandad was so proud to hold him as his namesake.

Have a wonderful day Canada. :)

Friday, July 1, 2011




This is a very special day for many people because we are able to celebrate the holiday
with two very special people, William and Kate!

They united our country from coast to coast as so many people traveled to Ottawa to see them and they took their time to enjoy, shake hands and chat with as many people as they could.
Many can go home now excited over having an encounter with a royal.

25 lucky people obtained their Canadian Citizenship today and are able to go home with a picture to tell their loved ones, they were welcomed to Canada by royalty.

Canadian soldiers are coming home from Kandahar.

Over 500,000 people traveled to Parliament Hill to celebrate today
and our Prime Minister Harper and Governor General Johnston
never looked better.

The Air force showed off their Snowbirds.
Our Canadian Entertainers did a wonderful job.
The sun was shining and let's face it, what else can you ask for?

Kate wore her engagement dress and a beautiful hat with a red Maple Leaf on it.
She was gorgeous standing beside her wonderful Prince.
What a lovely couple they make.
God Bless them
God Bless our CANADA!!