Can Can, Can you do the Can Can?

Here are some links to this year’s Yukon Sourdough Rendezvous Can Can girls and other dancing entertainment. HA!

Any body out there got pictures of the Can Can Guys??????

Snow Today!

My mum sent me this email and these pictures from Whitehorse today. For those Californian’s who want to know what life is like below zero (Centigrade of course!).

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Hi Girls.

Attached are some snow sculptures which Dad took this morning. These were done over Rendezvous weekend. I tried taking some on Saturday but nearly froze my hands doing so. It was a cold miserable wind out. When Dad took these this morning, he nearly froze his hands off too. There is a cold wind in town especially around third avenue. It was quite nice at our place as I went for a walk at 4:00 pm. A bit of a wind but not nearly as bad as in town.

Love Mum

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Click here to see the slide show. (I love Picassa!!)


Rendezvous and Majorettes

It’s almost time for Rendezvous in Whitehorse. The Yukon Sourdough Rendezvous is a mid-winter festival that gets people out of their cabins (thus avoiding cabin fever) in the middle of winter. There are different events: the Queen competition, tub races, flour packing, beard contest for men and women, hairy legs contest for men and women. (What can I say? We are pretty real in the Yukon.) There are Can Can Girls. There are Can Can Guys (I can’t find a picture of these fellows–which may be a good thing.) There is also, from what I remember, a group that does the Snowshoe Can Can. There is also music–lots of music (mainly because Rendezvous follows the Frostbite Festival). All in all, it’s pretty entertaining.

Every year, there is a Rendezvous parade. I was sorting though some pictures the other day and I found a picture of me as a majorette in this parade. Now, what do you think of when you think of a majorette? Batons. Yes. Twirling skills. Yes. Choreography. Yes Synchronized moves. Yes. But, what are they wearing? Usually, they are wearing body suits and wee skirts, no? Isn’t that what you think of when you think of a majorette?

How Cute!Well. In Whitehorse, Yukon, in the middle of winter for a parade that takes place in the middle of winter, the majorettes are wearing many, many layers of clothing, winter boots, and if you can believe it–mittens! Yes. Mittens. Now–that takes skill.

Dadisms

The other day, I was eating dinner with my friends Katie and Sean. They were making wine in their garage and I wanted to take pictures. Originally, I thought this blog entry would be about how Californian’s make home-made wine, but then, when we sat down to dinner, Sean said: I’m so hungry, I could eat the crotch out of a rag doll!

I laughed and said: Hmm. My Dad would say: I’m so hungry I could eat the asshole out of a skunk and come back for the ears! Sean loved that saying. Then I thought that I would make a blog about my Dad’s sayings becasue they are pretty colourful.

Here are some more Dad-isms:

  • “If clues were shoes, you’d be walking on the cheeks of your ass!!” For when you do something stupid.
  • “If conceit were consumptious, you’d be consuminated.” For when you might think it appropriate to congratulate yourself a bit too much.
  • “Cuttin’ hair and building igloos.” For when somebody asks what you are doing and you think it is fairly obvious exactly what you are doing–nothing!
  • “It’s so cold out there, you could freeze the balls off a brass monkey in mating season.” For whenever it’s below -30 degrees Centigrade AND there is a wind chill factor.
  • “My back teeth are floating and my front teeth are singin’ Anchor’s Away.” For when you have to piss so badly, you can’t even see!.
  • “Up and down more times than a whore’s pair of drawers!” For when you are running up and down the stairs by the side of the house because you’re working on the deck at the back, but all the tools and wee things you need are up at the front.
  • “As ugly as the second coming of Christ.” Usually used to describe people that you don’t particularly like.
  • “As useless as tits on a boar.” Use this phrase to describe what you really think of something, some person, or some idea.
  • “Have to use a shingle to scrape my leg.” For when you are in San Francisco and you are driving with your daughter and she goes through a red light because she’s pointing out all the sites and simply doesn’t see the red light.
  • “Skunk hungry.” Derived from the quote: I’m so hungry….(above). You can use this phrase to describe how hungry you are.
  • “Skunk dinner.” Again, derived from the quote: I’m so hungry…(above). Use this phrase to describe the dinner you just ate because you were skunk hungry. Also, if it so happens that you had liver and onions for your skunk dinner, you can use this phrase to describe how you smell because you ate a skunk dinner!!!
  • “So hungry, my spine is talking to my belly button!” Again, you can use this phrase in reference to food and how hungry you are. (Hmmm….food seems to be a dominant theme with my Dad!)
  • “Well, you know what thought did!” When you try to explain something with what you thought was a pretty reasonable explanation–but is actually pretty lame. If somebody says this to you, you have to sheepishly admit: “He thought he farted and he shit himself!”.
  • “Being a dumbass isn’t covered under the warranty!” A new quote for my Dad, but I think he might use it. Derived from a recent episode where HE filled my tank on my 2005 Honda Civic with diesel fuel.
  • “Covered in {tar | paint | glue } from asshole to breakfast.” For when you are taring, painting, or glueing and you get the stuff all over yourself, the wall, the trinket, the roof–whatever project you are trying to complete.
  • Added because Jorden said it to Chantel the other day, but we all know where he got it!!: You can shit in the middle of the table and say you’re sorry…” For when you do something and say you are sorry but it doesn’t change the fact that there is a big, stinkin’ pile of crap in the middle of the table.
  • Not necessarily a saying from Dad, but from my sister Nat and along the same lines: “Who pissed in your corn flakes this morning??” You ask this question indignantly when somebody seems to be pissed off at you for now apparent reason. And you let them think about it.
  • Added 25 April 2006 “Suckin’ the hind tit!” For when you’re feeling behind the game and like you’ll never catch up. Derived from the fact that the runt of the litter always gets the last tit available–not to mention that it’s also the closest one to all the shit.
  • Added 18 April 2008 “Slower than molasses in January!” For when you’re trying to do something and it needs to be done really fast and there’s someone or something who’s holding you up. You’d say: “Come on, let’s get going. You’re slower than molasses in January. My Mum would say to me: “Come on Miss Jibbs. You’re slower than molasses running uphill in January!” Apparently, I always took my time when I was young. I geuss I had the time when I was young.

Redd, Nat, do you have anymore? I know you do. Save them in the comments and I’ll update this entry.

How Girls Can Pee in the Woods and Keep Their Dignity

Chantel is my niece. She’s staying home from school today so we can have a day together. Bonding. I love it. She’s a great kid. She came over the Chilkoot Trail with us in the summer. She really impressed me. How many 11-year old girls do you know who can kick butt over 3700 feet?

When she asked to come over the Pass, she kept telling us she could do it. Besides, she would get to bond with her two Aunties. She’s never really had the chance to spend quality time with us.

I told her the trail would be hard. She would get hungry and her feet would be sore–not to mention the state of her shoulders from carrying a backpack. I told her she could come if the only thing she ever said was: I’m having fun Auntie. If she were sore, or grumpy, or hungry, anything else, she would have to say those words with a forced smile and through clenched teeth.

The first day on the trail we were all staying hydrated and drinking lots of water. At one point in time, Chantel says she needs to go to the bathroom. I stop to pull out some bog roll. Redd and Jim keep going. Chantel goes into the woods. After a brief moment, she comes out again. I thought: Wow. That was fast.

Not! She says: Can you help me Auntie? I don’t know how to pee in the woods. Mum usually holds my hands so I can squat. I thought….Hmmmm. Time for you to learn how to pee in the woods Chantel. So I go into the woods with her. She wanted to bond! What better way to bond than to teach her to stand (pee?) on her own two feet?

Here is the real story for today: How Girls Can Pee in the Woods and Keep Their Dignity

Find an appropriate spot. Off the trail is good. 100 feet from running water is also good. The spot should be secluded enough to give you privacy (like your own personal bathroom, without any walls).

Loosen your pants (I’m going to assume you are wearing pants) and start pulling your clothing paraphenalia down over your hips.

At the same time, squat. Bend your knees and stick your butt way out. Lean forward and rest your elbows on your knees.

By now, your pants and paraphenalia should be around your knees. DO NOT PULL THEM DOWN TO YOUR ANKLES. KEEP THEM AT YOUR KNEES.

Now. Feet apart. As wide as you can, remember, your pants are around your knees–not your ankles–and your butt is way out and you are leaning forward resting your elbows on your knees.

Finally, release the pee. Hopefully, the pee is directed at the ground and NOT at your pants or your shoes or anything else you have to wear.

That’s it. That’s the secret. Butt out as far as you can. Lean forward. It’s not really a dignified position, but I am not aware of a dignified position while trying to pee (especially in the woods!). Keep your dignity by not getting yourself (or your pants, boots, socks) wet.

Remembrance Day

The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. Today is Remembrance Day in Canada. My Dad will be participating in the local parade in Whitehorse. I want to post a picture of him in his regalia. My Dad never actually fought in a war, but the military is a big part of his life–so, I want to honour that.

Here is a poem I wrote in grade 11 after visiting Vimy Ridge in France. It was a grey and drizzly day and we could feel the ghosts of everybody who died there.

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VIMY RIDGE
A piece of land, so desolate and bare
Experienced a feeling ever so rare
A sense of victory and one of loss
For which we’ve paid at such a cost!
Six thousand lives of our brave and bold
Were taken one day so rainy and cold
The lives of men, the lives of boys
Who went to war thinking guns were toys
They went for adventure, they went for fun
But their lives ended before they’d begun

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Here is a link to learn about Canadians at Vimy Ridge and their contributions to WWI.

Add Fat. Add Salt. Turn Up the Heat!

This summer we had a party for my parent’s 40th wedding anniversary. Quite a few members of the family finally came to see what the Yukon was all about (after 30 years!!). At one point in time, I think there was seventeen people staying on or using my parent’s property.

Mum and Dad moved themselves into their camping trailer. They borrowed a tent trailer from Betrand and Therese and Nat, Darryl, and Chantel slept in that. Jorden and Jesse slept outside in a tent. Aunt Phyl, Aunt Barb, Aunt Midge, and myself all slept on the second floor of my parent’s two-story cabin. Uncle Bob and Aunt Ann slept in Mum and Dad’s room (downstairs). Redd, Jim, and Jim’s folks slept at the Flemming’s for the first few days.

We all ate together though. It was a big family affair. If you know my family–when we all get together–it’s all about food and feeding everybody. When one meal is over, we just start making the next. We even kicked Mum out of her own kitchen and took it over. Initially, she wasn’t too happy, but she got over it.

Mum wanted to have a special family meal the Friday everybody arrived. That Friday during the day, we sent Dad off on an errand and Mum off with her relatives to show them the town. Nat and I stayed home and cooked for the party the next day as well as the big family meal that night.

All day long. Chop. Cook. Clean. Chop. Cook. Clean. Chop. Cook. Clean. When it came to making dinner, I wanted to make my famous roasted potatoes. I started off by scrubbing all the dirt off each one. I think there were twenty in total. Then, chop, chop, chop into wedges. Toss in olive oil. Liberally sprinkle on some Montreal Steak Spice. Add freshly chopped rosemary. Bake in the oven. Incredibley simple. Really tasty.

I normally only do this recipe for one or two potatoes–never twenty. They weren’t baking fast enough. Everything else was ready: the BBQ, the salads, the desserts. We were all hungry but still waiting for the potatoes. And waiting. And waiting. I asked my aunts what I could do to make them cook faster. They said: Turn up the heat. I laughed and told them about how our German roommate made really incredibly tasty meals. His secret was add fat and salt. So. I told them, the secret to cooking for 17 or more people was: Add fat. Add salt. Turn up the heat!!

This phrase became the tag line for the whole holiday and, now, I think it is the secret recipe for a happy life:

How do you cook for 17 or more people? Add fat. Add salt. Turn up the heat.

If you are asked to comment on your holiday in the guest book at the visitor’s information centre in Dawson City, Yukon on a rather blustery, cloudy, misty day, what would you say? Add fat. Add salt. Turn up the heat!

How do you make a 40-year marriage work? Add fat. Add salt. Turn up the heat!

Backyard Brothel

One day my sister and her friend Alison were out for a horseback ride. Alison seemed a little more quiet than usual, so my sister asked her what was wrong. She said she had been preoccupied with what to do with her aging cat. Merlin was nearing 12 or 13 at the time. Alison had been plagued by allergies and asthma and her doctor had told in the name of better health, she had better get rid of her cat.

On her next visit, Alison told her doctor she had given Merlin to her mother. What she didn’t tell the doctor was that her mom lived in the basement apartment of her house. So Merlin spent the next year with Alison’s mom. The following year Merlin had to spend it outside because the allergies were still persisting.

As Merlin neared 13, Alison couldn’t bear to have her spend another winter out-of-doors hence her quiet mood on that particular day. The only alternative that kept coming to mind was to put Merlin down.

We grew up in the Yukon. All of our animals spent time outside. The dogs lived outside year round. However, we did line the dog houses with carpet and install a heat lamp to help keep them warm. My sister suggested that Alison build a house for her cat much like what we had for our dogs, complete with carpets and lamps.

Alison was thrilled with the idea. She went home at once and told her mom. Her mom immediately crossed her arms and stamped her foot on the kitchen floor and exclaimed, “There is no way in hell that we are building a brothel in the back yard! What will the neighbours think?!”.

On the next horse back ride, my sister laughed so hard at that response. She laughed even harder when she had to explain to Alison that a cat house and brothel were the same thing. In the end though, Merlin got her carpeted house complete with a 60 watt light bulb and managed to live comfortably and happily for another 2 years.

Reality TV of the ’80s

My family never had a TV until 1982. Even then, it was a simple, small black and white TV that sat on the kitchen counter. Dad told us we should use our imaginations to entertain ourselves. Besides, the entire world was out there for us to experience. We didn’t need to breed mediocrity by watching what everybody else was watching. If we couldn’t entertain ourselves with activity and we wanted to watch TV, he said, look out a window. If you want to watch something different, look out a different window.

A few years ago, some hooligans broke into my parent’s house. Of the things they stole were my parent’s TV and VCR machine. I remember talking to my parents about the break-in. Dad asked, what am I going to do without the TV? I laughed and told him, look out a window. If you want to watch something different, look out a different window.

You can’t laugh with a head of broccoli

My parent’s long-time friend and neighbour, Nancy, has a herniated disk and is getting surgery for it. In fact, I believe she’s had the surgery, but she’s still in Vancouver. The Friday before she was due to fly out (from Whitehorse to Vancouver for the surgery), she called my Mum to ask for some help. Help getting things put away and organized for when she wasn’t going to be home. She also needed to be driven into town to get her hair cut—something fashionable to go with those hospital gowns! Anyway, Mum stopped what she was doing (gardening, I presume) and went to help Nancy. She ended up spending the entire afternoon.

The next day, Mum was cursing herself for not having harvested the broccoli on time. Apparently, some of it was going to seed. We told her: Don’t worry so much Mum. You can’t laugh with a head of broccoli. Nancy is far more important.