Dear Sir I just passed on the sidewalk:
I know that way up here in Edmonton we don't get many really warm days. And I know that this is particularly so in mid-September.
So, I apologize for mistaking your nipples for buttons on this sunshiney afternoon. Turns out it wasn't actually a shirt you had on but rather quite a spectacular all over torso tattoo.
Boy, is my face red.
Forgive me?
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Weirdness
Yesterday afternoon I was strolling down Jasper Avenue when a random woman handed me a bottle of something. At first I thought, "Wow! Free Tylenol."
Turns out it was a bottle of liquid yogurt or as it says on the bottle Probiotic Drink (so much more exotic than curdled milk, no?). It was part of a free promotion by some dairy company.
Weird that I trusted a complete stranger enough to willingly swill it down right then and there.
Mmm, strawberry kiwi.
Turns out it was a bottle of liquid yogurt or as it says on the bottle Probiotic Drink (so much more exotic than curdled milk, no?). It was part of a free promotion by some dairy company.
Weird that I trusted a complete stranger enough to willingly swill it down right then and there.
Mmm, strawberry kiwi.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
She's a beauty!
My ride:
http://bicyclebananas.com/mm5/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Product_Code=Dahon_08_MuP8
Almost fits into my pocket. In fact, I think I will just fold it up and sit it on my lap as I ride the bus home...;)
http://bicyclebananas.com/mm5/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Product_Code=Dahon_08_MuP8
Almost fits into my pocket. In fact, I think I will just fold it up and sit it on my lap as I ride the bus home...;)
Canoodling
We took the kids canoeing on Sunday morning.
Beautiful Fall weather; terrific swatches of red, yellow, and orange everywhere we looked (would that I could have captured them for my wall); encounters with a pack (?) herd (?) posse (?) of Bison on the road into the boat launch; and only a slight case of nerves as I amateurishly paddled in the open, choppy water with the lives of those I hold most dear in my hands.
We went from island-to-island-to-island, hopping off to picnic, let the kids throw rocks into the water, and to rest our weary arms (God, yes!).
Things I spotted on various shores: discarded duck egg shells, broken glass liquor bottles, feathers, many old animal bones - deer, maybe?
The day was an absolute delight.
Beautiful Fall weather; terrific swatches of red, yellow, and orange everywhere we looked (would that I could have captured them for my wall); encounters with a pack (?) herd (?) posse (?) of Bison on the road into the boat launch; and only a slight case of nerves as I amateurishly paddled in the open, choppy water with the lives of those I hold most dear in my hands.
We went from island-to-island-to-island, hopping off to picnic, let the kids throw rocks into the water, and to rest our weary arms (God, yes!).
Things I spotted on various shores: discarded duck egg shells, broken glass liquor bottles, feathers, many old animal bones - deer, maybe?
The day was an absolute delight.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Thank you
We have been waiting all summer for the new splash deck to open at our neighbourhood park. Summer is basically done but our threadbare little community league put together a grand opening celebration on the weekend anyway to mark its completion.
I know we don't have a whole lot of money to dish out for decorations, but the nice folks who stayed up all of the night before spray painting the new bench and utility box, the outside of the kids' elementary school, and the outside and inside of the community league really didn't have to go to all that trouble.
While it totally took the wind out of my sails, your foul work (The N word? Really?) didn't dampen the boy child's spirits.
Upon looking at the graffiti, he turned to me and said with 5-year-old optimism, "It was nice of them to draw a heart, wasn't it Mama?"
Yep. There was real love in that.
I know we don't have a whole lot of money to dish out for decorations, but the nice folks who stayed up all of the night before spray painting the new bench and utility box, the outside of the kids' elementary school, and the outside and inside of the community league really didn't have to go to all that trouble.
While it totally took the wind out of my sails, your foul work (The N word? Really?) didn't dampen the boy child's spirits.
Upon looking at the graffiti, he turned to me and said with 5-year-old optimism, "It was nice of them to draw a heart, wasn't it Mama?"
Yep. There was real love in that.
Friday, September 12, 2008
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My eyeballs are dry from staying up late last night re-examining my life. The tears and the rain copiously pouring down; heart bleeding from hurt and longing; and lightning flashing to highlight the drama unfolding.
(Apologies for the above bad and sentimental writing)
(Apologies for the above bad and sentimental writing)
Hello, Good-bye
It was nice of my Federal Member of Parliament to pop over for dinner the other night. I just wish he would have arrived on time and had actually been invited.
And as I told him when he knocked on my door mid-meal, I am not Conservative, don't believe there should be an election right now, and will not be voting for him.
And as I told him when he knocked on my door mid-meal, I am not Conservative, don't believe there should be an election right now, and will not be voting for him.
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