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I felt like one of those dudes who gets to sample the wares of Gordon Ramsay’s Hell’s Kitchen the other day, minus the drama and cursing.  Myself, along with the Rock 105.3 crew was invited to Moxie’s soft opening a couple of days ago and now that they’re open on a full time basis, I thought I’d post a picture of what exactly I got into when I was there.

What you’re looking at is my venison burger and some baked potato soup, complete with a nice light pint.

Feeling a little full after a 2 beer lunch, I hit the walking trails and swiped this photo while rambling though Kiwanis Central Park, where I met fellow park walker and dog lover, Kaitlin and her furry beast Harley.

Soooo, here’s a rare photo of my little baby girl that is now just over two weeks old.

 If you note, she looks a little grumpy and has the makings of some left over eye gunk.  In other words, she’s definitely of my loins.

Now some would call the following plagerism but if you cut and paste your own article, I should be free and clear of such things, unlike a certain columnist from the Calgary Sun recently who was given the golden handshake just last weekend for attaching his name to stories he didn’t pen.

 And before I hit the ‘paste’ button, a just a reminder that Rock Army Members can collect their bonus word in today’s edition of the Medicine Hat News, right beside my column, which reads exactly like this.

Aside from not having a tail or being covered in fur (although the back and kidneys continue to get furrier), what separates humans from animals is that we’re logical beings and allowed the freedom to change our minds.  The thought came to me while scraping some doggie landmines from the bottom of my canvas loafers after enjoying what never used to be favorite season until now; autumn.  In a poor attempt to work off the Olympic sized swimming pool of gravy I ingested over the Thanksgiving weekend, I hit up some of the Gas City’s many walking trails and it wasn’t long before I found myself walking through a Robert Bateman print. (Feel free to swap out Bateman for Bob Ross or any naturalist painter). Unlike some of the more popular streets in our city which can and often generate angry gestures and furrowed brows when driving gets in the way of our texting, not once have I come across an infuriated hiker while appreciating Mother Nature and understandably so.

We prioritize our clothes, our music, our television shows and after some inspiring sunrises and sunsets, I felt it was time to reassess my favorite season. Like most, I can appreciate how April showers bring May flowers however forty days of rain can turn an Ollie Optimist into Somber Sally quicker than a loonie sized hole in your galoshes. Yes, the spring of 2010 around these parts is still considered blasphemous and while I’m no meteorologist, seventeen random days of temperatures over 25 does not make for a summer of swimsuits and waffle cones either.  Coverall Bob and his farmer’s almanac are predicting one nasty winter, even by Canadian standards, and through a process of elimination, that leaves us (no pun intended) with fall.

Similar to a fantastically tasting ham sandwich accompanied by a steaming bowl of mushroom soup complete with a side of salted crackers, Fall should considered the comfort food of our four seasons.  Not cold enough to mandate 30 minutes of warming up the El Camino before the commute to work and still pleasant enough to don the short pants, Autumn is the non-threatening season of the four we’re offered.  It’s an opportunity to sport your favorite fleece plaid button up or fifteen year old Hoodie that you refuse to part with while sitting around a fire in the backyard with all the ingredients of Smores just waiting to be fitted together.  So despite the hardiness of winter, fun in the sun summer and that springtime fresh smell of a season that won’t be mentioned here, if you’ll excuse me, I have yard full of leaves that need to be heaved over the fence onto the neighbor’s property.

I’ve always loved Sesame Street and after decades of being on the air, it’s still a very current program, not to mention extremely creative.

Case in point, here’s Grover ripping off those Old Spice commericals (which are fantastic in their own right)

Enjoy at your discretion.