The other night T was in a good a mood.
He came home from a game of golf and asked if he could take me out to dinner.
He splurged and we ventured up to R. L.
We ate a fine Italian meal and then got in the truck and headed for home, by that time it had become dark out.While driving down the northern highway we saw a faint glimmer in the sky, as we made our way south it grew. Soon the horizon was blanketed by a green light.
He pulled over on the side of the road, we got out and sat on the tail gate as the most spectacular northern lights made their way across the sky. Blankets of green danced over us. It was like looking directly up at a curtain from the floor and watching as it billowed in a breeze. Bright green beams of light creeping snake-like and exploding into shimmering waves right over our heads. Until suddenly it was over.
If there is a God, that was it. A truly awe inspiring miracle coming to fruition and thus fading into nothing right in front of us.
That was one thing I have always wanted to see, and now I have.
It's all about being in the right place at the right time up here.
These things don't happen every day, but when they do...
Hold on to your breeches boys because they are about to be blown off!
Friday, September 30, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Changes
So apparently, blogger changed it's design settings to make it more user friendly.
I'm not a friendly user, never have been, don't think I ever will be. I'm confused and didn't really realize I was making changes until they had already happened... and I can't remember what the old settings were, it's been too long.
I'm not a friendly user, never have been, don't think I ever will be. I'm confused and didn't really realize I was making changes until they had already happened... and I can't remember what the old settings were, it's been too long.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Anniversary
Well Folks, I did it.
Almost.
One Year, here I come.
I'm not quite there yet. But soon enough it will come 'round. The seasons have come and gone. We are back in Fall. It was this time last year, this week in fact that T was making his way to the city in his four wheel drive chariot to carry me away.
Here is where he whisked me away to and I survived. But with the changing seasons I always seem to get a little home sick. I think it's the flux of my surroundings that makes me think of all the familiarity and stability I left behind. Not to mention Fall came a full month earlier then it would have in the south. I wasn't ready for frost on September 3rd.
With the coming of Fall, just like everywhere else in the Western World, obviously means Christmas is around the corner. Christmas brings something that people line up for. Something that people hoard and steal for. That's right, you guessed it, the Sears WISHBOOK! It's here. It came. We can all calm down. Our depraved selves will be unloading our bank accounts in no time. Pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages of THINGS!
I say "we"...because I have done what I never thought I would be driven to do.
I ordered something from a catalogue.
By mail.
I flipped through the pages, something caught my eye, and I ordered it.
I ordered boots. Tall and slouchy at the same time, waterproof (fashion {I use the term "fashion" loosely} can also be functional, Sears taught me this) suede, and dark brown BOOTS. They actually don't look half bad, and by "not half bad" I mean good! Prefect for my Fall fashion needs. I mean I love my camouflage hunters boots. And as cute as they are, they really aren't that cute and aren't that versatile. All I really get from those are ironic butch...but if I wear them too much then they're just butch...right?
So these will provide the perfect balance between functional northern attire and girly-ness.
It's a Saturday morning I wake up bright an early, get my new boots on, go out for a walk with my pooch, and promptly step in dog shit.
Way to bring me riiiight back to reality, maybe these boots weren't as bright and idea as I thought. Since I live in a place where picking up your dog shit isn't a social necessity, in fact it's unheard of, if one wears their nice boots out for a walk it's at your own risk.
Cool.
Memo received.
Almost.
One Year, here I come.
I'm not quite there yet. But soon enough it will come 'round. The seasons have come and gone. We are back in Fall. It was this time last year, this week in fact that T was making his way to the city in his four wheel drive chariot to carry me away.
Here is where he whisked me away to and I survived. But with the changing seasons I always seem to get a little home sick. I think it's the flux of my surroundings that makes me think of all the familiarity and stability I left behind. Not to mention Fall came a full month earlier then it would have in the south. I wasn't ready for frost on September 3rd.
With the coming of Fall, just like everywhere else in the Western World, obviously means Christmas is around the corner. Christmas brings something that people line up for. Something that people hoard and steal for. That's right, you guessed it, the Sears WISHBOOK! It's here. It came. We can all calm down. Our depraved selves will be unloading our bank accounts in no time. Pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages of THINGS!
I say "we"...because I have done what I never thought I would be driven to do.
I ordered something from a catalogue.
By mail.
I flipped through the pages, something caught my eye, and I ordered it.
I ordered boots. Tall and slouchy at the same time, waterproof (fashion {I use the term "fashion" loosely} can also be functional, Sears taught me this) suede, and dark brown BOOTS. They actually don't look half bad, and by "not half bad" I mean good! Prefect for my Fall fashion needs. I mean I love my camouflage hunters boots. And as cute as they are, they really aren't that cute and aren't that versatile. All I really get from those are ironic butch...but if I wear them too much then they're just butch...right?
So these will provide the perfect balance between functional northern attire and girly-ness.
It's a Saturday morning I wake up bright an early, get my new boots on, go out for a walk with my pooch, and promptly step in dog shit.
Way to bring me riiiight back to reality, maybe these boots weren't as bright and idea as I thought. Since I live in a place where picking up your dog shit isn't a social necessity, in fact it's unheard of, if one wears their nice boots out for a walk it's at your own risk.
Cool.
Memo received.
Monday, September 5, 2011
This summer has been so fabulously busy that I once again have neglected my blog. Sorry cyberspace.
It seems real life might be trumping you.
But the first cold snap has come and I am once again driven inside. And thus here I sit in front of my computer looking for ways to fill the time.
This summer has been one to remember. Full of fishing, filet-o-fishing, and many other outdoorsy Canadiana activities, like camping, cooking, decking it, and gardening.
My crop of tomatoes and beans it fully in. The variety was slim and my effort levels waning so I only planted two kinds of greenery. I bought some potted herbs and they've done well too. Nearing the end of the season I don't think the stragglers will survive. The nights are becoming cold, and the vegetables will start to die. But it has been fun tending to my little veggie patch over the last few months. I guess it's true, we all become our mothers eventually.
speaking of which I really should get out there one last time and cultivate my crops.
So long.
I'll be back again soon.
It seems real life might be trumping you.
But the first cold snap has come and I am once again driven inside. And thus here I sit in front of my computer looking for ways to fill the time.
This summer has been one to remember. Full of fishing, filet-o-fishing, and many other outdoorsy Canadiana activities, like camping, cooking, decking it, and gardening.
My crop of tomatoes and beans it fully in. The variety was slim and my effort levels waning so I only planted two kinds of greenery. I bought some potted herbs and they've done well too. Nearing the end of the season I don't think the stragglers will survive. The nights are becoming cold, and the vegetables will start to die. But it has been fun tending to my little veggie patch over the last few months. I guess it's true, we all become our mothers eventually.
speaking of which I really should get out there one last time and cultivate my crops.
So long.
I'll be back again soon.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Shopping for those with no stores to shop in
To say that I "love" to shop would be an understatement.
I was born to buy. When out at a store and I haven't filled my baskets up to their fullest, I desperately grab at items on my walk to the check out frantically filling my arms like a squirrel collecting nuts and stuffing their cheeks full before the winter freeze.
It's pathetic.
I know it.
I know that I "have a problem" and need to "get a hobby".
But really, no I don't.
What I need to do is to stop putting myself in situations where I feel obligated to spend money. Not because I am in a store but I'm in some neighbours living room and some housewife is telling me the advantages of flameless air fresheners, pre-packaged spices with no taste, or the worst being sitting at my kitchen table enticed by the offer of a "free facial" turned humiliated and guilt fuelled buying.
This is a culture of at home shopping. The Tupperware party re-invented. Women praying on their friends and neighbours to support their livelihood and buy useless crap. And guess what, it works.
The only way to make real money is to exploit the people close to you by:
1. Inviting them to parties they don't want to go to.
2. Saying they don't have to buy anything and to just come for a drink.
3. Knowing that no one can stay only for a drink and they will buy something. Most likely spending more then they can afford b/c they are in your living room, have listened to some soulless woman talk about useless shit for half an hour, haven't had a drink and desperately want to go home and the only way they can leave is if they buy something and run.
4. The worst of course would be the "you won a free facial" technique. Where instead of the luxurious time the words "free facial" make one think about instead it's a lesson in humility. The overly religious next door neighbour's daughter arrives with a tote full of creams and ointments. Your feeling too embarrassed about the messy state of your kitchen fail to notice her setting up a tray in front of you and squirting random creams on to it. Then handing you a cloth and asking you to wipe your own face down thus dry washing it while sitting at a table. Nothing quite like trying to remove exfoliating facial cleanser with a baby wipe. Or a complete stranger telling you that you don't wear enough makeup and you should begin your wrinkle prevention scheme immediately, in fact it might already be too late. Then to get her out of your house you spend more then you would ever dream of spending on facial products because she tried so hard for that hour you fought off her sales pitches, you just had to give her some credit...
This is my reality. These are the majority of parties I get invited too.
They never stop. If you go to one you have to go to them all, or else it's some big scandal.
Now my pantry, my outlets, my medicine cabinet are full with useless crap I have no desire to own.
I was born to buy. When out at a store and I haven't filled my baskets up to their fullest, I desperately grab at items on my walk to the check out frantically filling my arms like a squirrel collecting nuts and stuffing their cheeks full before the winter freeze.
It's pathetic.
I know it.
I know that I "have a problem" and need to "get a hobby".
But really, no I don't.
What I need to do is to stop putting myself in situations where I feel obligated to spend money. Not because I am in a store but I'm in some neighbours living room and some housewife is telling me the advantages of flameless air fresheners, pre-packaged spices with no taste, or the worst being sitting at my kitchen table enticed by the offer of a "free facial" turned humiliated and guilt fuelled buying.
This is a culture of at home shopping. The Tupperware party re-invented. Women praying on their friends and neighbours to support their livelihood and buy useless crap. And guess what, it works.
The only way to make real money is to exploit the people close to you by:
1. Inviting them to parties they don't want to go to.
2. Saying they don't have to buy anything and to just come for a drink.
3. Knowing that no one can stay only for a drink and they will buy something. Most likely spending more then they can afford b/c they are in your living room, have listened to some soulless woman talk about useless shit for half an hour, haven't had a drink and desperately want to go home and the only way they can leave is if they buy something and run.
4. The worst of course would be the "you won a free facial" technique. Where instead of the luxurious time the words "free facial" make one think about instead it's a lesson in humility. The overly religious next door neighbour's daughter arrives with a tote full of creams and ointments. Your feeling too embarrassed about the messy state of your kitchen fail to notice her setting up a tray in front of you and squirting random creams on to it. Then handing you a cloth and asking you to wipe your own face down thus dry washing it while sitting at a table. Nothing quite like trying to remove exfoliating facial cleanser with a baby wipe. Or a complete stranger telling you that you don't wear enough makeup and you should begin your wrinkle prevention scheme immediately, in fact it might already be too late. Then to get her out of your house you spend more then you would ever dream of spending on facial products because she tried so hard for that hour you fought off her sales pitches, you just had to give her some credit...
This is my reality. These are the majority of parties I get invited too.
They never stop. If you go to one you have to go to them all, or else it's some big scandal.
Now my pantry, my outlets, my medicine cabinet are full with useless crap I have no desire to own.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
soical network
I understand I hit a little bit of a nerve with my "menopausal" comments in my previous blog entry.
Please allow me to apologize. Please have the satisfaction of knowing that in 30ish years I will be in the same hormonal flux as all of you and will curse myself for being such an insolent and foolish young woman.
I am truly sorry.
With that said, I've been doing a lot of thinking about online social networking sites and how much they can really impact such a small town like the one I live in. Like, really. There are only 1 200ish people populating this community. Probably a good 15-20 percent are seniors and therefore internet alliterate (personal assumption) then there are your 65-40's who amazingly enough maybe 50 percent of them using social networking sites, then there's the everyone between the age of 40-13 who are almost 100% actively using socail networking sites.
If my math is correct, and believe me I crunched the numbers.
Really everyone you know is on your profile, the likely hood of you meeting someone outside of your community is slim (if you are over 30 and have a family, another assumption please don't take any of this personally) Then why even have a profile?
It's like the whole town is magnified and observed on a far too regular and public basis. The whole concept of this kind of site has been warped. Instead of opening up a wider world of friends it did just the opposite. The community is surrounding itself around status updates and profile comments and chats of other (and for the most part i stress only) members of the community not the wider world.
What got me thinking about this was the removal of the 5 or so employee's being removed from their managers profile friend list. This happened without any sort of explanation or even mention. Granted, her profile is hers to with with what she pleases but the people aren't only "online friends" but actual members of a not so much larger community. A community in which you have to watch what you say and to who you say it too, because everybody knows everybody....so...be careful.
It's wildly preposterous. All of it. I really think social networking sites didn't factor in small communities of people to their scheme, I saw "Social Network" I know what they were going for. It's a global community populated by 800ish people who all speak to one another on a daily and face to face basis.
Please allow me to apologize. Please have the satisfaction of knowing that in 30ish years I will be in the same hormonal flux as all of you and will curse myself for being such an insolent and foolish young woman.
I am truly sorry.
With that said, I've been doing a lot of thinking about online social networking sites and how much they can really impact such a small town like the one I live in. Like, really. There are only 1 200ish people populating this community. Probably a good 15-20 percent are seniors and therefore internet alliterate (personal assumption) then there are your 65-40's who amazingly enough maybe 50 percent of them using social networking sites, then there's the everyone between the age of 40-13 who are almost 100% actively using socail networking sites.
If my math is correct, and believe me I crunched the numbers.
Really everyone you know is on your profile, the likely hood of you meeting someone outside of your community is slim (if you are over 30 and have a family, another assumption please don't take any of this personally) Then why even have a profile?
It's like the whole town is magnified and observed on a far too regular and public basis. The whole concept of this kind of site has been warped. Instead of opening up a wider world of friends it did just the opposite. The community is surrounding itself around status updates and profile comments and chats of other (and for the most part i stress only) members of the community not the wider world.
What got me thinking about this was the removal of the 5 or so employee's being removed from their managers profile friend list. This happened without any sort of explanation or even mention. Granted, her profile is hers to with with what she pleases but the people aren't only "online friends" but actual members of a not so much larger community. A community in which you have to watch what you say and to who you say it too, because everybody knows everybody....so...be careful.
It's wildly preposterous. All of it. I really think social networking sites didn't factor in small communities of people to their scheme, I saw "Social Network" I know what they were going for. It's a global community populated by 800ish people who all speak to one another on a daily and face to face basis.
Monday, April 11, 2011
thaw it out.
After months of hibernation, it's happened, we are thawing.
And I gotta hand it to the people of the North, it's literally 5 degrees out and they are BBQ-in' and quadin' it up. Snowmobiles are instantly traded in for ATV's. Snow is still on the ground but the people are over it. I am at least.
It's gonna get wet, then it's gonna get beautiful.
Also my mother has planned her first trip up, which I am excited about!!!!!
She's going to see how uttlery depressing it is here, and thank god she didn't have to live through a winter here when it was -40 and four feet of snow....
But really, that is all behind us, forget wolves (jeeze, so last week). It's bears now.
We're going to have to invest in some "bear proof" garbage cans and work on making ourselves look bigger then they are. Hurray. If it's not one wilderness preditor it's another.
I dont know if I mentioned this before, but there aren't any raccoons here. A woman I work with has never seen a raccoon. Seriously.
Um what else, oh! The unprofessional boss, she deleted everyone from the center from her facebook.
Like, really. I don\t know if that was actually a good move on her part, so her vertual life can now be private. Or some f-ed up way of getting some sort of revenge on these woman, oh she also deleted all of their mothers from fb too. Anyways, whatever the reason, it was all people talked about today. Luckily she was never my friend to begin with so she's couldn't deliberatley remove me from her friend list.
This womans life revolves entirely too much around fb and she isn't even part of the internet generation, she's a menopausal boomer (which could have played a part in this latest rediculousness)
Peace.
And I gotta hand it to the people of the North, it's literally 5 degrees out and they are BBQ-in' and quadin' it up. Snowmobiles are instantly traded in for ATV's. Snow is still on the ground but the people are over it. I am at least.
It's gonna get wet, then it's gonna get beautiful.
Also my mother has planned her first trip up, which I am excited about!!!!!
She's going to see how uttlery depressing it is here, and thank god she didn't have to live through a winter here when it was -40 and four feet of snow....
But really, that is all behind us, forget wolves (jeeze, so last week). It's bears now.
We're going to have to invest in some "bear proof" garbage cans and work on making ourselves look bigger then they are. Hurray. If it's not one wilderness preditor it's another.
I dont know if I mentioned this before, but there aren't any raccoons here. A woman I work with has never seen a raccoon. Seriously.
Um what else, oh! The unprofessional boss, she deleted everyone from the center from her facebook.
Like, really. I don\t know if that was actually a good move on her part, so her vertual life can now be private. Or some f-ed up way of getting some sort of revenge on these woman, oh she also deleted all of their mothers from fb too. Anyways, whatever the reason, it was all people talked about today. Luckily she was never my friend to begin with so she's couldn't deliberatley remove me from her friend list.
This womans life revolves entirely too much around fb and she isn't even part of the internet generation, she's a menopausal boomer (which could have played a part in this latest rediculousness)
Peace.
Monday, April 4, 2011
physical fitness is important.
I know, I know, I know.
I'm not keeping up with this blog as much as I said I would. But you know, a girls got business to attend to.
The weather is warmer, people are out BBQ-in' moose steaks and deer sausage. There simply arent enough hours in the day to sit at this darned computer to keep you all updated as to the going's on in the North Ontario. Really, that's it. It's warmer and people are out.
Plus five and sunny means strap on your sandals get yer grill fired up, and Q up them dogs!
On another note, I joined the gym for the first time in my life. I mean i Might as well do something to keep me goin'. Also the deep winter weight that I gained MUST come off. it must.
speaking of which, dinner is ready and there are movies to be watched!
I'm not keeping up with this blog as much as I said I would. But you know, a girls got business to attend to.
The weather is warmer, people are out BBQ-in' moose steaks and deer sausage. There simply arent enough hours in the day to sit at this darned computer to keep you all updated as to the going's on in the North Ontario. Really, that's it. It's warmer and people are out.
Plus five and sunny means strap on your sandals get yer grill fired up, and Q up them dogs!
On another note, I joined the gym for the first time in my life. I mean i Might as well do something to keep me goin'. Also the deep winter weight that I gained MUST come off. it must.
speaking of which, dinner is ready and there are movies to be watched!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
reply to in reply
Yes, those were the dudes. The guy on the left is the soldier, the middle was the cowboy and the right a cop.
I imagine they cater to gays, as well as are gay themselves, but that is just local speculation, and it is a subject of much contention among some of the ladies.
I don't know if T checks his mail, I'll ask...or maybe you have the wrong address, I think he uses hotmail the most.
I imagine they cater to gays, as well as are gay themselves, but that is just local speculation, and it is a subject of much contention among some of the ladies.
I don't know if T checks his mail, I'll ask...or maybe you have the wrong address, I think he uses hotmail the most.
Monday, March 14, 2011
in reply
So I still haven't figured out how to comment...
But Iain, did you click the link?
B/c it's amazing.
I have never been in a room so full of such drunk women in all my life.
oh and let me correct myself, it's "Canadian Playboyz"
But Iain, did you click the link?
B/c it's amazing.
I have never been in a room so full of such drunk women in all my life.
oh and let me correct myself, it's "Canadian Playboyz"
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