A blog full of memories
I’m not a great photographer and don’t normally take snapshots on holidays just to say later on: Been there. Done that—the I-was-here-but-now-I’m-gone thing. However, on my recent trip North, I used some plastic figurines (Homies™, I discovered later) that I had aquired to take the touristy photos. It ended up being a lot of fun. …
A Trueman moment is a phrase derived from the movie, The Trueman Show with Jim Carey. The directors would explain any random thing that happened so Trueman wouldn’t catch on to the fact he was living entertainment. A Trueman moment is a moment that you experience but there is no rhyme to reason for it. …
One weekend, we decided to go camping at Salmon Point on Lake Ontario but we arrived at the campsite pretty late. It had also just finished raining. We met our friend Dopey Dave who was already there. A bit soggy–but there. Because of the rain, all of the potential fire wood was wet. Because of …
Today is Canada Day. On this day in 1867, 5 colonies confederated to form the Dominion of Canada. One hundred and so-odd years later, here are the most patriotic symbols of our country: The Canadian flag and a beer commercial. I am Canadian! Joe Canadian Also, here is a really good audio file to listen …
Canada Day is July 1st. In celebration, I’ll be posting some blogs dedicated to being Canadian. Today, I’ll introduce some truely Canadian words: Tuque. The woolen cap you wear on your head for most of the year. If you are lucky, and it’s handmade, it will sometimes be decorated with a pom-pom. Hoser. Introduced by …
Today, my colleague found this screen in the user interface that we are documenting. I’m calling it the existential screen. It speaks to me. It says, “I’m here. I’m not really doing anything. I’m a bit confused. I know you’re confused. But, just let me be here. I exist. “
This poem is something from my past. My sister kept a copy. She recently scanned it and sent it to me. My mum is an avid quilter. One sister is a sewer and a knitter. The other does needlepoint and cross-stitches. Needle-less to say–I still twiddle my hair.
My friend and neighbour Paul Brasset has been a winemaker in Sonoma County for over thirty years. Over those thirty years, he has won the Sonoma County Sweepstakes award for his Chardonnay (more than once). He has recently started selling wines from his own cellars, but has started with only Syrah and Zinfandel. I asked …
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all your yesterdays are disappointed For lack of cookies. Out, out, filtered coffee! Life is but a mere shadow of sallow youth, That struts and frets for lack of a wee sweet treat. …
My new colleague and friend, Peugeot Hugo, is from Britain. This blog entry is dedicated to being British. London Underground. For commuters everywhere. Pick a spice. If you were a Spice Girl, who would you be? www.jcb.com. A multinational family-owned company that shares my initials. More from the Friday Project. Caution: contains some very rude …
In no particular order and being a work-in-progress…..one of my first blog entries EVER. Originally published 26 April 2005. Choose life. Choose a lifestyle. Choose your friends. Choose family. Choose your future, your career, your adventures. Choose how you spend your days. Choose spending your nights in a different place for six months. Choose the …
This is a picture of my Dad as he is about to go hunting. He definitely looks like a true Yukoner here.
This is Sam the Cat. He used to own our deck. I used to think that he was a stray cat, but it turned out that he actually belonged to one of our neighbours. I thought he was a stray cat because he always had fleas. I adopted him as an outside cat and used …
Mr. Mundy, you asked me a question today: Why do nice guys finish last? Here is my answer: Because the history of any species is that females are attracted to alpha males. Most times, he is the alpha male in the group of like (cut to a scenario at our favourite place). Alpha males also …
One day, my colleague (who speaks French) came by my desk to make sure my server was running correctly. He also mentioned that he wouldn’t be able to addresss the last few bugs I raised for the next software release. He doesn’t have any hardware to test software changes. In order to get any, he …
I spent most of 1991 and 1992 in France. For the first bit, I was a nanny. This is Florence. She was a handful. I was 18 and didn’t have the skills to take care of a precocious three-year-old in my own language, let alone another language. One day, Florence and I were disagreeing. She …
Yesterday, I think I was challenged to put something personal on my blogg. The first thing that came to mind was this poem. I wrote this poem for my husband last Valentine’s Day. It Doesn’t Take Much It doesn’t take much A simple touch A caress on the face A quick embrace A toilet seat …
Today, I will tell the story of monkey butter. I have had a situation in my life that was recently compared to an Iranian saying. The saying literally translates to: It’s like a monkey shoving butter up his butt! So, now you might ask: Pardon me? A monkey? Butter? Well, imagine a monkey and a …
There is a duck hatching her ducklings in our corporate parking lot!!! My friend and colleague, Joan Robins, has been tracking (and protecting) her progress for about three weeks now. How exciting. New babies!!!! I almost went for a bike ride to start training for a longer distances, but, alas, I forgot my shoes. I …
Last night, I went skating at the Snoopy Area. My friend Waitman was supposed to come too, but he called and said he had a family emergency. I’m worried now becasue I haven’t been able to talk to him since. I did, however, leave the eggs in the cooler on his deck. I wish Waitman …
I went to Zebulon’s Lounge for their female vocalist night tonight. I am sparing no cost when it comes to getting music in my life. Jenna Mammina was phenomenal. Very good live performance. She will be back on 16 July 2005. Go see her! I bought her album Meant To Be for the cover of …
Today, I ran for seven minutes with my good friend and neighbour Carol and her dog Sadie. Well, I jogged slowly. My right knee now hurts. Carol is a seasoned runner and runs all the time. It’s not as easy as it looks, but it is certainly easier than this job.
