Archive for November, 2009
Monday, November 30th, 2009
So I’ve been hanging onto this picture that a fellow listener e-mailed me.
Originally, I was going to make fun of how far Rider fans will go to ensuring they support their team. While this picture still entails such a quality, please focus on the expression of the subject in question. It looks about as happy as all of Rider Nation yesterday after the outcome of the 97th Grey Cup.
Thursday, November 26th, 2009
It doesn’t matter when or where but after seeing this picture I couldn’t help but imagine being a fly on the wall to hear what two of our nation’s finest story tellers might have to say to each other.
Here we have living legend Stompin’ Tom Connors with a beer in one hand and his other mitt around another living legend, Mr. Gordon Lightfoot.
Seeing those two converse would be similar to that of a kid watching Santa and the Easter bunny having dinner together, in my mind’s eye anyway.
Tuesday, November 17th, 2009
With the summer of 2009 behind us, I’ve been reflecting on some of my bike trips this summer and while there have been many hilights, I’m already anticipating one of two trips next summer.
While one hopefully entails a journey to Whitehorse on the Road King, I’m equally as fired up to once again head into the mountains, this time with Dad. He’s always wanted to ride through the mountains and I’ve always wanted to go on (another) road trip with Pa’, so we’ll be hitting that blacktop together next summer.
Here’s a pic of me and Dad taken in the summer of ’08 and since that time, Dad has moved onto three more bikes since and is now hankering to get his hands on a trike.
Monday, November 16th, 2009
I got talking to some good friends of mine from the days of yore and they felt it necessary to remind me of a certain July weekend a few years ago while doing laps on their lake, courtesy of their party barge.
I’m not exactly sure what’s happening here but it would appear this is my impression of Captain Aqua Socks man, whoever that may be.
Thursday, November 5th, 2009
My last few Medicne Hat News columns have revolved around my less than stellar moments and today’s is no exception.
I’ve been sharing some less than proud personal moments the last fourteen days and this week’s revelation is no different as I was reminded of my near miss incident with a bottle of Nair, yes the stinky stuff that will erode body hair, no matter how coarse or thick your manly mane of jungle fur appears to be. Ironically, the lathering of hair removal crème started off with the best of intentions or to be more specific, I was looking to impress the lawdy mama. Being a man, it’s nature’s greatest gift that we know how to operate two items while hunched over in the shower, namely the soap and shampoo. Throw in a pumice stone, a loofa sponge or any bottle that says ‘spring time fresh’ on it and you might as well have us navigating a space shuttle through a garage doggie door in complete darkness while wearing a lamp shade for all the good it will accomplish.
And that’s the tight spot I found myself in during the toweling off phase of my Saturday night shower as I grabbed for what I believed to be skin lotion because it’s my altered opinion that women too, can appreciate a man with soft skin after rummaging through a wall of back and kidney hair. From the confines of the girlfriend’s lavatory I was confronted with no less than two dozen lotions, creams and salves to choose from so I picked a container that had ‘with moisturizer’ typed on it and proceeded to douse my dilapidated temple in the very cool and yet incredibly pungent odor of apparent skin lotion. Now the aroma of said ointment was less than pleasant but since I hadn’t been accustomed to the pitfalls of a woman’s bathroom, my otherwise keen sense of intuition allowed this act of chemical warfare to fly under my radar. And as I combed the pearly whites and applied the normal amount Old Spice to the underarms, this salve like substance worked its evil magic, refusing to absorb into my skin, almost as if my body was rejecting the now horrible stench that had been self slathered onto every limb and digit I owned. I repeat, every limb and digit I owned.
Now the microwave was invented by mistake and for a solid thirty seconds, I was positive I too had accidentally stumbled upon a horrific creation as the body hair I had known my entire existence started to drop off like ants after a Raid party. People comment how loud it gets when attending rock concerts but the little girl scream that left my lips would have drowned out the most expensive of speakers as I was convinced I was following in Elvis’ footsteps and it was only a matter of sheer seconds before I’d be face down in the crapper. Fortunately, my better half heard my howls of help and assured me I wasn’t dying; I had merely coated my birthday suit in hair removal lotion. Six to eight months later, most of the hair on my chest, arms, a shoulder and leg have grown back however I’m currently abstaining from the use of any form of skin lotion because I guess you could say I’ve developed a small fear of ‘moisturizers’.
Monday, November 2nd, 2009
There’s a new game that our politicians are playing. It’s called ‘Pass the Buck’ and here’s how it works.
After nearly instilling our province into panic mode concerning H1N1 vaccinations, our Health Minister and Premier state that our province is ready to innoculate EVERYONE. Three days later these same people acknowledge that only high priority people should get their shot but that NO ONE will be turned away.
Three days after that, our gov’t announces that we have run out of H1N1 flu shots for the time being b/c we, the people, did not properly listen to the wisdom of our government.
I’m not angry over the idea of why, who, when or even if you should get the shot. I’m angry that the people we have elected to put in power can’t organize a flu clinic and then refuse to accept accountability when their plan of action, horrible from the get-go, fails miserably.
And politicians wonder why the masses have such a difficult time trusting them.