Part II

I New This Was Going To Happen

I had a bad feeling when Princess told me about this Brit. Call it mother's intuition or call it the fact that I am a "sensitive". Whatever the case, it turned out the way I expected.

Someone got hurt and it wasn't Princess. I warned her about getting involved too quickly but she said it was cool, he understood when she said, "we'll see".

Well he didn't see!!! He fell, hook, line and sinker.

Last nite she was going to have dinner with him (at his place) and give him the news. I was worried about his attitude, as he had already suspected and told her (previously) that his mother would be very upset if she broke up with him. How weird is that? I myself had visions of anger and e-mailed her to do it in an open venue. She doesn't really know him and the fact that he is an intelligent person means diddly squat.

I called her first thing *her* morning (time difference) to alleviate my worries. She got my message and they went out for dinner but he didn't take it well to say the least.

THE BEST is yet to come! She apparently likes this other guy who is more her type. She is also good friends with the females in her program and they think this other guy is right for her.

I finally said, "you are there to study, not find a boyfriend." You are all acting like kindergarden children. She agreed, even to the fact that the girls whisper in class, who's dating who?

As I said before, Princess hasn't had a boyfriend in three years, because of her, not so nice, first serious one, but..............

She's so far away, I worry about her perspective.

FOU


This is the guest of honor at the PUG PARTY. I thought it was Jou, my mistake. His owner made his outfit. Sorry for all you animal rights activists out there but that is REAL leather. You can't see it in the photo but those are rhinestones adorning his cape.
He's only eight weeks old! Oh. My. God. Too cute! He was right in there with the big boys, running and chasing them around the yard.
Rosey's gift was a big hit! He loved it right away.



My f**king camera decided it needed a new battery after this one photo. People there were kind enough to offer to send me pictures so I will share later.

On another note, Rosey was also a big hit. Apparently, the party giver, Verity, was interested in getting Rosey but she lollygagged too long and............que sera, sera.

Interestingly enough, George, Fou's owner, also wanted Rosey and asked me, "how she copes with stairs". I really didn't understand the question because I live three flights up and she does it three times a day. No Problem! Seems that when George went to see her she couldn't make it up the stairs into the breeder's house?? She stopped halfway up, like she was tired or couldn't make it.

When I went to see her, she had no problem with the stairs. As a matter of fact, I don't know if I mentioned this or not, but when we were in the owner's living room, Rosey was on my lap and she peed on me. I went to the bathroom to wipe it of as best as I could and she waited outside the door for me. I fell in love at first site, pee or no pee. She hasn't done it since.
Her owner said she was marking me as hers.

I believe in fate.

It was a wonderful time, so many pugs, nice people.............. but when we got home, Rosey literally ran up the stairs, she was glad to be home. Me too!!

*Home Sweet Home*

PS I forgot to mention she was the only girl there, so much attention from the opposite sex. She actually spent a lot of time under my chair and in my arms to ward of the amorous advances.

HaHa! Don't we all!! Sometimes I wish I had a chair to crawl under. :)

PUG PARTY

Rosey and I have been invited to a party tomorrow by a lady I met at The House of Dogs. The party is for a friend of hers that just got a pug puppy named Jou. There is only pugs and their owners invited.

I got this present for Jou, it's a pug webkinz. You have to go online and adopt him. Then you are totally responsible for his well being.

I have been invited to a number of parties and events since I came to this city but I usually decline. This one however, is a definite GO. How fun is it going to be, to be around all these adorable creatures. My camera is a must!!

Now, I couldn't very well get this present for someone else and not one for Rosey, could I?

Smart Car

POLLY POCKET
The city I live in is very environmentally conscious. There are a number of these cars on the road but personally I don't like them. There's room for two people to sit but very little else. I have always driven a sports car with no back seat but at least I had a trunk!
Well today I saw a reason to believe why it could be a smart car.


The car was being driven by an older man and his wife beside him. They had to be in there eighties! Their vision when calculating how close to another vechicle they are would not be an issue and parking should be a snap. Also if they hit something or someone, I would think that damage would be at a minimum.

No harm, no foul.

PS They really did look very cute. And safe for all others.

Oct 15 1917



Dutch spy H21, also known as Mata Hari, is executed in Paris by a 12-man firing squad. The dancer, born Gertrude Zelle, had slept with a number of high-ranking military officers from around the world and passed secrets along to the German high command. After death, her body is given to the University of Paris medical school for dissection.




Mata Hari's body was not claimed by any family members and was accordingly used for medical study. Her head was embalmed and kept in the Museum of Anatomy in Paris, but in 2000, archivists discovered that the head had disappeared, possibly as early as 1954, when the museum had been relocated. Records dated from 1918 show that the museum also received the rest of the cadaver but none of the remains could later be accounted for.

The fact that a former exotic dancer had been executed as a spy immediately provoked many rumours. One is that she blew a kiss to her executioners, although it is more likely that she blew a kiss to her lawyer, who was a witness to the execution and a former lover of hers. Her dying words were purported to be "Merci, monsieur". Another rumour claims that, in an attempt to distract her executioners, she flung open her coat and exposed her naked body.

A 1934 New Yorker article, however, reported that at her execution she actually wore "a neat Amazonian tailored suit, specially made for the occasion, and a pair of new white gloves." A third rumour had it that Mata Hari was unusually composed at the execution, refusing to be tied or blindfolded — and that this is because the firing squad was to be bribed to use blanks for a fake execution, but the plan failed.


"I am ready."

Henry Wales was a British reporter who covered the execution. We join his story as Mata Hari is awakened in the early morning of October 15. She had made a direct appeal to the French president for clemency and was expectantly awaiting his reply:


The first intimation she received that her plea had been denied was when she was led at daybreak from her cell in the Saint-Lazare prison to a waiting automobile and then rushed to the barracks where the firing squad awaited her.
Never once had the iron will of the beautiful woman failed her. Father Arbaux, accompanied by two sisters of charity, Captain Bouchardon, and Maitre Clunet, her lawyer, entered her cell, where she was still sleeping - a calm, untroubled sleep, it was remarked by the turnkeys and trusties.

The sisters gently shook her. She arose and was told that her hour had come.

"May I write two letters"?' was all she asked.

Consent was given immediately by Captain Bouchardon, and pen, ink, paper, and envelopes were given to her.
She seated herself at the edge of the bed and wrote the letters with feverish haste. She handed them over to the custody of her lawyer.

Then she drew on her stockings, black, silken, filmy things, grotesque in the circumstances. She placed her high-heeled slippers on her feet and tied the silken ribbons over her insteps.

She arose and took the long black velvet cloak, edged around the bottom with fur and with a huge square fur collar hanging down the back, from a hook over the head of her bed. She placed this cloak over the heavy silk kimono which she had been wearing over her nightdress.

Her wealth of black hair was still coiled about her head in braids. She put on a large, flapping black felt hat with a black silk ribbon and bow. Slowly and indifferently, it seemed, she pulled on a pair of black kid gloves. Then she said calmly: "I am ready".

The party slowly filed out of her cell to the waiting automobile.
The car sped through the heart of the sleeping city. It was scarcely half-past five in the morning and the sun was not yet fully up.
Clear across Paris the car whirled to the Caserne de Vincennes, the barracks of the old fort which the Germans stormed in 1870.

The troops were already drawn up for the execution. The twelve Zouaves, forming the firing squad, stood in line, their rifles at ease. A subofficer stood behind them, sword drawn.
The automobile stopped, and the party descended, Mata Hari last. The party walked straight to the spot, where a little hummock of earth reared itself seven or eight feet high and afforded a background for such bullets as might miss the human target.
As Father Arbaux spoke with the condemned woman, a French officer approached, carrying a white cloth.

"The blindfold," he whispered to the nuns who stood there and handed it to them.

"Must I wear that?" asked Mata Hari, turning to her lawyer, as her eyes glimpsed the blindfold.

Maitre Clunet turned interrogatively to the French officer.

"If Madame prefers not, it makes no difference," replied the officer, hurriedly turning away. .

Mata Hari was not bound and she was not blindfolded. She stood gazing steadfastly at her executioners, when the priest, the nuns, and her lawyer stepped away from her.
The officer in command of the firing squad, who had been watching his men like a hawk that none might examine his rifle and try to find out whether he was destined to fire the blank cartridge which was in the breech of one rifle, seemed relieved that the business would soon be over.

A sharp, crackling command and the file of twelve men assumed rigid positions at attention. Another command, and their rifles were at their shoulders; each man gazed down his barrel at the breast of the women which was the target.

She did not move a muscle.

The underofficer in charge had moved to a position where from the corners of their eyes they could see him. His sword was extended in the air.

It dropped. The sun - by this time up - flashed on the burnished blade as it described an arc in falling. Simultaneously the sound of the volley rang out. Flame and a tiny puff of greyish smoke issued from the muzzle of each rifle. Automatically the men dropped their arms.

At the report Mata Hari fell. She did not die as actors and moving picture stars would have us believe that people die when they are shot. She did not throw up her hands nor did she plunge straight forward or straight back.

Instead she seemed to collapse. Slowly, inertly, she settled to her knees, her head up always, and without the slightest change of expression on her face. For the fraction of a second it seemed she tottered there, on her knees, gazing directly at those who had taken her life. Then she fell backward, bending at the waist, with her legs doubled up beneath her. She lay prone, motionless, with her face turned towards the sky.

A non-commissioned officer, who accompanied a lieutenant, drew his revolver from the big, black holster strapped about his waist. Bending over, he placed the muzzle of the revolver almost - but not quite - against the left temple of the spy. He pulled the trigger, and the bullet tore into the brain of the woman.

"Mata Hari was surely dead."

Perfection Personified

Apparently a double curl in a pugs tail is considered so. That's my Rosey! I don't think she could get it tighter. haha

The heat is OVER, thank gawd! Spaying is top of my agenda of things to do. I made lite of it but it really was a pain in the keister. I never want to see kiddies panties again!!

Future chillum...... uh, nope. Sorry!

Speaking of panties

My seven year old neice was up in the city with her dad yesterday. (my brother) He was receiving an award for his work( he's an enviromentalist) and could bring one guest. Maggie, sorry, Maddie it was. :)

She wanted to come and meet Rosey but we had a terrific rain storm and he couldn't make it to my place so they stayed at my sister's. Anyway, they called me that evening and when I was talking to Maddie, she asked me why Rosey wore panties. (I had sent a picture).

She was in heat I responded and um, and um, and another um, I didn't know what the hell to say!

"Was she on her period?" Maddie asked.

Quickly I said, yeah, that's right. Got off the hook on that one, BUT a seven year let me off it!'

I think she set me up!!

SCAM!!!!!


READ CAREFULLY!

I don't how many of you shop at Sam's Club or Costco, but this may be useful to know. I became a victim of a clever scam while out shopping. This happened to me and it could happen to you!!

Here's how the scam works: Two seriously good-looking 23-year-old well-built guys come over to your car as you are packing your shopping in the trunk. They both are shirtless and start wiping your windshield with a rag and Windex, with their highly-defined chest muscles and rock-hard abs exposed.

It's impossible not to look. When you thank them and offer them a tip, they say 'No' and instead ask you for a ride to another Sam's Club or Costco.
You agree and they get in the back seat. On the way, they start talking dirty about what they want to do to you. Then one of them climbs over into the front seat and begins kissing your neck and begs you to pull over so he can make love to you!! While this is going on the other guy steals your purse!!

I had my purse stolen last Tuesday, Wednesday, twice on Thursday, again on Saturday, and also yesterday and most likely tomorrow.

Have a great week-end y'all !!

Michigan J. Frog

You know the frog from the old black & white WarnerBros. cartoons? Singing, Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gallllllllll.............................., he'd only sing for the construction worker and no one believed him. Still with me? Okay then. I feel like that scenario today.

After I came back from my run yesterday, I still wasn't hungry but I tried a slice of turkey and a spoonful of the dressing. The turkey was the best one I have ever, ever cooked. The dressing was divine, I kid you not. The only thing is.......is that I am the only one that knows that and everyone else will just have to take my word for it. They are all out of town, hence my comparison. I don't know why but it just seemed appropiate.

Perhaps because I love that cartoon and Foghorn Leghorn. Also, The Roadrunner, Pluto, and Tweetie Bird. (My bathroom is all done up in Tweetie Bird stuff, shower curtain, floor mat, towels, soap dispenser, and even a BIG Robin Hood Tweety Bird on the top of my toilet tank.
What can I say? I love the classics.

I miss Princess. We talk all the time. She had a wonderful evening last nite at dinner. She really likes her fellow DP's. She's having the Brit over for dinner tonite, she's been to his place a number of times so she is reciprocating.

I'm going down memory lane............( bare with me)

When she was three & one-half years old, her father and I were separating and sat her on the chesterfield to tell her. Later when she was older, she told me she was fine at the time but she was worried who was going to get the computer. She had all her games on it, along with spelling and math programs that I had bought for her.

Another time, a few years later when she was seven, a gentleman friend ( one skiing date) had bought me a Christmas present. I never dated openly around her, only when she was away or at a friends house. I didn't want that "uncle" situation, so she never actually saw anyone. But she had big ears and eyes, and knew this bottle of perfume was from a man.

Anyway, one day shortly after, we were in a department store and she spied the fragrance counter. She went right up to it, spied the exact perfume in the glass counter and boldly asked the lady how much it was . $150.00 the lady responded. After we left the store she turned to me and said, "he must really like you".

This comes from a shy child who wouldn't even buy something from the corner store without me asking. Her class reports were excellent except the remarks, she should interact and speak out more. She told me in later years that she didn't speak out because the conversation wasn't worth it.

Child of mine. :)

Brains ain't all they're cracked up to be........

I'm really smart but really dumb sometimes. I decided to cook a turkey for Thanksgiving, (I really didn't decide until I went to the grocery store.) I love turkey and got caught up in the moment. Upon reflection, what was I thinking?

A 4.4 kg bird for ONE person. Yup! Go figure, I convinced myself that I could freeze most of it.

Anyway I also bought this prepared fancy cranberry stuffing, which I have never done before. Up at 7 a.m. , walked Rosey, than proceeded to prepare the bird. This time, for the hell of it, I decided to follow instructions that came with it. I grabbed my glasses off the counter, went over to the sink, put them on and everything was dark. What happened to the lights? I then realized I had put on my sunglasses. Yup! In my defense, I was still half asleep. I then added some of my own things to the stuffing like, pine nuts and smoked oysters. (I only trusted that prepared stuff so much.)

I'm not even hungry now and the turkey is done to perfection, I better go for a run to work up an appetite.

Princess is going to a DP(displaced people) :) dinner tonite with her university cohorts.

Oh, she got a job. She is now a barista and has been keeping me in good humor with tales of her job. One customer yesterday, was sticking around the coffee shop until closing time. I jokingly said, "didn't the swish of the mop between her feet give her the hint"?
"No", Princess said, "it didn't"!
She really WAS mopping around her feet and the person paid no attention.
Why are some people so inconsiderate?

Anyway, I'm off for a run...........I wonder what that dressing will taste like? Hmmmmm.

Did You Ever Have, "Just One Of Those Days"


I am so psyched, I found a perfect present today. I was just walking down the street at lunch and a Japanese restaurant nearby has been sold and the new owners are selling off the dishes at ridiculous prices.
I bought soup bowls, rice bowls, tea cups, sushi plates and two saki holders with saki cups. I know I'm not using the right terminology for the dishes but I'm only Canadian. :)

Then I went to a local coffee shop, Tim Hortons, I wanted to try their chili as everyone tells me it's the best. The special included a donut and coffee. I wanted a bagel as I don't like donuts but didn't even get into that and was prepared to pay the difference. The girl said, why don't I just give you that instead of the donut. Was I hearing right?? No fuss no muss? I'm telling you my stars must have been lined up today! I felt like I could take on the world. :)

Getting back to presents, I also found a beautiful Japanese placemat set. (New, at another shop). The placemats are gorgeous but it's the chopsticks and their holders........... they have a pink design with pink rosebud holders. How's that for cute.
I also have bought a really cute Japanese pink kitty cutlery set. Thanks to a fellow blogger, Shigeki, that has one.( d:-o )

Changing the subject, I had an unexpected patient in today. She thought she had an appointment with me but she wasn't on the schedule. She was a bit upset as her appointments have been rescheduled twice now. It turned out fine as I has a father and daughter before her that I finished early with and was able to fit her in. I really like her so I was happy to make her happy. Anyway during the appointment there was a lot of water and I asked her, " do you swallow or spit it out"? She said, "it doesn't matter, I'm easy to get along with". Two seconds later, I cracked up and said , do you realize what I just said? She was laughing so hard she couldn't talk. I wouldn't have said anything if she wasn't cool.

On that note, I hope you have..........one of those days.

Oct 2 1978

Tim Allen is arrested with 1.4 pounds of cocaine at Kalamazoo Airport in Michigan. After testifying against his partner, Allen serves only 2.5 years for felony drug possession. Otherwise, it would have been a life sentence. Tim later becomes a comic, ultimately landing the starring role in the ABC television sitcom Home Improvement.

I knew there was a reason why I didn't like that guy.


Also on this day in history

Oct 2 1985

Homosexual actor Rock Hudson dies of AIDS in his Beverly Hills home.



After Hudson's death, Marc Christian sued his lover's estate on grounds of "intentional infliction of emotional distress." Christian tested negative (and as far as anyone knows is still HIV-free) — but the fact remains that Hudson continued having sex with him for a year after he knew he had AIDS. (So he says, Hudson is dead) Through high-profile attorney Marvin Mitchelson (the plaintiff's lawyer in the 1976 Lee Marvin "palimony" case), Christian sued for $5 million, and ended up with $14.5 million ("Sometimes juries get angry," Mitchelson later remarked).



Lest you applaud Marc Christian as a hero — despite the fact that his suit and subsequent win sent a message to those who might fail to inform partners of their HIV status — keep in mind Christian's apparent internalized homophobia and obvious disdain for the gay community: In 2001, when Larry King remarked that "a lot of people" were mad at Christian when he won his case, Christian replied, "Yeah, especially the gays. ... I found out that I got a lot more vitriolic hatred from liberal gays than I did from conservative straight people. Straight people were great to me, because I think they found themselves in a position of, gee, if my wife or my husband hadn't told me, I'd know how he would feel. ... I think that liberal gays think that if you had AIDS, you couldn't do any wrong. You could go out and infect anyone you want, you're the victim. ... There is this whole victim mentality that we have, not just in the gay world, but in America now, that it's always somebody else's fault. ... A lot of the groups like Lambda, GLAAD, and amfAR, they didn't like me too much.

With an attitude like that, it's easy to see why they didn't.

Too, there is the question of Christian's relationship with Hudson. Hudson"s biographer Sara Davidson, was to have said: "By the time I met Rock... Marc Christian was living in his guest house, and Tom Clark, who had been his lover for many years before, was living in the house, and he — Marc was frozen out, he wasn't allowed to come in the house. He was holding on to his territory. It was a very strange scene."

I knew there was a reason I didn't like that guy.


Anecdote from The Larry King Show interviewing Mitchelson.

KING: You remember, as an onlooker then, Marvin, did you think Rock Hudson was gay? You lived here.

MITCHELSON: I lived here all my life.

KING: You heard the rumors...

MITCHELSON: I heard the rumors, but it just didn't seem like he was.

KING: No one looked less — I don't know if you look gay... Is there such a thing as looking gay?


I knew there was a reason I liked that guy.

I Knew This Was Going To Happen


Princess is finally settling in to Calgary. She has all her books and furniture, loves her apartment, and is getting to know the city. She has decided to go about things differently this time at school. She never wanted to associate with fellow students socially in her last two programs but being in a new city, she has decided to change her attitude. She has joined a number of associations and has gone to social events organized by fellow PhD students. Eg. pot luck dinners, lunches, etc.

Okay, now at the first pot luck dinner, everyone was joking around and this Brit proposed to her. haha?? Then a few days later he invited her to lunch, on the ruse(just my opinion) that she missed a luncheon they had because of class. Then he invited her over for dinner at his apartment, he made her a veggy bolognese(he's not vegetarian).
He then suggested they take a bus trip to Banff on the week-end.

Now this child of mine, is a child of mine! We see what we want to see and hear what we want to hear. Just friends she told me, okay I replied. I didn't really say that. haha. I asked her if he had a crush on her. NO, she said, we're just friends. Then I said okay. To myself, yeah right!

This morning I asked her how the trip was. Fantastic she said, but.............up on the mountain, on a grassy knoll with the beautiful view below them, they were having lunch and he proceeds to tell her how he feels.
Well, he thinks she's fantastic(right about that) and states his intentions. She listens and puts her reservations out there and then says "we'll see". That was enough for him and she said, you look pretty pleased with yourself. (I guess that itself was sufficient)

I was worried about this because they are in the same program and have to see each other all the time. She is like me and her interest can wane pretty quickly if he doesn't keep up with her.
One thing he has going for him is that he is smart and can keep up intellectually. He's also very sweet she says.

Who know's? He's not even her type physically though from what she's told me. I just don't like the feel of it, she made him promise they would stay friends if it didn't work out. I really hope it does, she deserves someone nice. Too many bad boys out there.
He's twenty-four, she's twenty-two.

A Deal is A Deal






This morning I went to a store downtown that sells clothes with defects. They are all well know names but have a few flaws. I bought this t-shirt because I thought it was funny, plus it was only $3.00. You have to stand on your head to see
the actual picture and logo. That way I only attract lissome men. haha





I also liked the fact that it said Calgary............... Princess, you know. I also bought some sweatshirts, walking the dog in the morning. She has short hair but it sheds and I don't want that on my good stuff. Rosey likes to be picked up and cradled after all our excursions.

As you can probably tell I am swamped with things to do today, so I best get on with them.
What do I do first? Read a book that has been calling to me all week or watch the rest of I love Lucy. I'm getting a little tired of, dadadadadadadada, the opening music for Lucy so I guess the book it is.

Have a wonderful week-end, no matter what you do, enjoy!

My Rosey is No Lady













But Neither Am I


She burps and farts, but I still love her.
She drinks her water too fast, gets the hiccups, then comes over and burps in my face.

I call her my little tailgater, she's at my heels wherever I go. I can't move without her getting up and running after me.
Last nite she was in her bed snoring to beat the band. I got up and she didn't even hear me, you'd thought she ran a marathon that day she was snoring so loud.
I went over to look at her and there she was, on her back, breasts exposed and her panties dangling around her ankles.
She also licks anything, today I told her when she hopped on my lap, "lips that touch thine, will never touch mine".

But she's MY ROSEY
Everyone should have one :)

Dumb Blondes

Yesterday I posted a cartoon that was meant to be humorous, upon reflection I think it was not. It was not meant to be offensive but could be perceived that way. I apologize to any who took it as such.

My only excuse is...............

I'm a blonde

I remember a couple of years ago, I was on vacation and visiting my girlfriend from highschool. Her husband is quite a bit older than her and had one of his cohorts over that evening. The gentleman in question repeatedly told dumb blond jokes all evening. (I was the only blond there) Now this guy was married and living with his wife and her girlfriend in the girlfriend's house. Still with me......, okay.
Cuckold is what came to mind but being brought up to respect my elders, I held my tongue,
(-in-cheek).
The girlfriend (not mine, his wife's) is a well know performer and had a lavish home with assets to match.

I really could care less about the jokes but what was he thinking? Just like me, what was I thinking? Dumb Blonde!

Sep 26 1964

Gilligan's Island premieres on CBS television with the pilot episode "Two on a Raft." This is the one where they almost get off the island.

Speaking of old television shows, I rented the box set of I Love Lucy this week. She was a comedic genius. I'm sitting by myself(with Rosey) and laughing so hard at some of her antics. I don't do that much these days at the stuff they try to pawn off as comedy. I also like the Carol Burnett Show, with Tim Conway and Harvey Korman. There's one show where Conway is on a doorknob, he's a freakin' riot. Apparently he improvised a lot.

Anyhoo... that's my story and I'm stickin to it.
Have a wonderful week. :)

FALLEN ANGEL


This one of my favorite pictures. I found it online and trying to find an artist to paint it for me.

I love pictures of Angels. Not the doodads available for the collectors but the actual paintings. They are so ethereal and beautiful. This one particular touches me because of all the compartments.

For years now I have compartmentalized all the bad stuff that has happened to me. I mean bad stuff....you know ?
It was a case of survival, deal with it or put it away somewhere where you don't have too. I chose the latter.

Psychiatrist's want to get into your head, get you to deal with it. For some people that may be the way, for others it might be a case of, "let sleeping dogs lie". Dredging up shit that happened years ago could be more harmful then just keeping it somewhere where it doesn't bother you.

Hence the drawers, works for me.

Arrrr...........



I found this book today, what a treasure, yarrrr! :) That is an actual compass in the middle of the picture. I'm going to give it, along with the DVD , Pirates of The Caribbean, Dead Man's Chest, to my 7 year old nephew for his birthday.

The book is so cool, I'd like to keep it for myself. haha
It's pages are old linen like and the book has tons of info on Pirates and their exploits.
There's little envelopes tied with string revealing secrets and maps thruout the book.

Now I just have to get something as cool for his twin sister.


On another note.......

The owner of my building was in my apartment yesterday, about a leak in the downstairs apartment. Nothing in mine....but it was funny because Rosey was running around in pink panties. She was also trying to climb up his legs. Do I mention it or ignore it? The panties I mean. I decided to mention her situation but he acted like he didn't notice, WTF, haha.
He's always on transmit, and doesn't listen to anything but I considered it worth a mention so he wouldn't think I was a crazy lady.

BTW
I just had a vist from my neighbor downstairs and she asked what I was just doing because the leak she was complaining about just happened again...........

I flushed the toilet

Now I have to be conscious every time I flush until Monday. Talk about telling the world your business...... :)

September 21, 1960

Born Today

A beautiful bouncing baby boy who I only know as Lord Hanuman. May you live long and prosper.
XXXOOO

Also on this day......

Sep 21 1983

Ronald Regan's Secretary of the Interior, James Watt, describes his staff's racial diversity to the U.S. Chamber of Commerce: "We have every mixture you can have. I have a black, a woman, two Jews and a cripple. And we have talent." Watt is forced to resign 18 days later over these comments.

Where was Joan Quigley on that one?

CRIKEY

CNN
Reported By Rory Callinan Sept. 04, 2006


This morning, at 11am Australian time, things finally came unglued for the 44-year-old as he was shooting a documentary segment on stingrays. Snorkeling on Batt Reef , a stretch of the Great Barrier Reef about 15km from Port Douglas in North Queensland, Irwin happened to swim over a large ray which, startled, whipped its barbed tail upwards into his chest. He died instantly. Veteran marine wildlife documentary maker Ben Cropp, who has spent hundreds of hours filming on Batt Reef, says Irwin had come too close to a bull ray. Citing a colleague who saw footage of the attack, Cropp says Irwin had accidently boxed the animal in, causing it to attack. "It stopped and twisted and threw up its tail with the spike, and it caught him in the chest," says Cropp. "It's a defensive thing. It's like being stabbed with a dirty dagger." Says Cropp: "It's a one-in-a-million thing. I have swum with many rays, and I have only had one do that to me."

Lived by the sword, died by the sword. That should be his epitaph.

I have seen his show a couple of times and thought, "is this man crazy?"
It's a very sad situation but......... the man did some very stupid stuff. Was he tempting fate or did he think he was invincible?

Woman's Curse

Poor Rosey is in heat. I didn't want to have her spayed right after I got her because, what kind of trust would we have between us after that. Dog's are in heat for approx. 21 days, her breeder told me. So.......I have her wearing children's panties. I even put half a pantie liner in them. Everyone asks me if I take her out in them. NO! That's just stupid. This morning I called her to come for her walk and she hid behind the living room chair with her head peeking out. She thought that I was going to embarrass her with them on too.

This is all so new to me but as a female, I can certainly relate to her situation. Her breeder brought her up on all natural and organic foods but when I was out yesterday I bought some treats. (All girls like to have forbidden stuff at that time of the month) Wrong.... Rosey threw it up, a half hour after she ate it. Poor mite.

I sent a picture of Rosey in her pink panties to my sister and she said I was mean. "How would you like for me to put a picture of you in your underwear online", she asked. This is a woman who doesn't like dogs but she calls Rosey, poor sweet little thing.

Enough, I will get on to other subjects in the future. Promise. :)

ROSEY











This is my angel.

Rosey is the sweetest dog I have ever encountered. She just wants to love you and lick you to pieces. She is four years old and retired from the business of breeding pups. Now it's her time! I am so lucky to have her and spoil her as she so richly deserves. Being in the baby making business ain't easy. I ran into a woman at the pet store who also had a pug and she asked me if I "crated" her during the day. No, I replied. What does she do then, she asked. ANYTHING she wants, I replied.
I have met so many people since I got Rosey. We walk three times every day. Morning, noon and nite. :) This is funny as I have been so private since I moved here.
I'm out walking and I hear someone shouting "Rosey" all the time.
She snores too...haha

Nurse Strangles Man Hired to Kill Her
By ANNE M. PETERSON, AP ONLINE

PORTLAND, Ore. (AP) - When Susan Kuhnhausen returned home from work one day earlier this month, she encountered an intruder wielding a claw hammer. After a struggle, the 51-year-old nurse fended off her attacker by strangling him with her bare hands.
Neighbors praised the woman for her bravery, and investigators said they believed the dead man - Edward Dalton Haffey - was burglarizing Kuhnhausen's home. But after an investigation, police now say the intruder Kuhnhausen strangled was apparently a hit man hired by her estranged husband - Michael James Kuhnhausen Sr. - to kill her.

The 58-year-old husband was taken into custody Thursday and charged with conspiracy to commit murder and attempted murder. He was ordered held on $500,000 bail.
Haffey had worked as a custodian under Kuhnhausen at an adult video store, according an affidavit filed by the Multnomah County District Attorney's office.
Kuhnhausen and his wife were in the process of getting a divorce, and she told officers "her husband was distraught about the divorce and wanting to reconcile but that she was insisting on the divorce," the affidavit states.

A background check showed Haffey had served lengthy prison terms for conspiracy to commit aggravated murder and convictions for robbery and burglary.
Inside a backpack Haffey left at the scene was a day planner with "Call Mike, Get letter," scribbled on the week of Sept. 4, the affidavit said. Michael Kuhnhausen's cell phone number was jotted on the inside of a folder, it said.

An emergency room nurse who lives in a southeast Portland neighborhood, Susan Kuhnhausen arrived home on the evening of Sept. 6 to find Haffey coming at her with a claw hammer.
She was struck in the head and wrested the weapon away, but the struggle continued and Haffey bit the nurse, according to police. A large woman, she was eventually able to get the slight Haffey into a chokehold and police later found him dead in a hallway. An autopsy revealed the cause of death as strangulation.

Police say she acted in self-defense....... DUH!!


Talk about a Twist of Fate..............dadadadaa

Sep 15 1885

P.T. Barnum's prize elephant Jumbo, is struck dead by a freight train in St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada. It takes 150 men to haul the carcass up an embankment, from whence it is taken to a taxidermist. The stuffed Jumbo becomes a featured attraction in Barnum's circus.

My sister-in-law is from St. Thomas, she nevered mentioned this little? nugget to me. :)
I wonder what they stuffed him with?

Meanwhile.......... back at the ranch

My little darling Rosey is a sweetheart. She really is a godsend because I miss Princess very much. We talk every day but........................

Actually Rosey (not her fault) is quite a responsibility. I put off having a dog for a while now because of this. The 6:30 a.m., noontime, and after work walkabouts are demanding on my time. It's funny, whenever I saw people walking their dogs and picking up their poop, I thought...........ewwwwww! Now it's my dog and even though it's , well........shit, I don't mind it. I love her and that's what you have to do. I'm worried about the winter, I wouldn't want to put my bottom in the snow to go to the bathroom.

I was at the pet store today and another pug came in. The owner(of the pug) knew someone nearby who had a pug that was Rosey's son. Budha. ( small world) She said that Budha's owner would love to meet Rosey. Rosey doesn't cotton to other pugs, she had enough of them in her life. She was a breeder. The lady asked for my e-mail and I gave it to her. It will be very interesting to see how Rosey responds to Budha.

If I had to rename Rosey, it would be Angel, because that's what she is.

Update on Princess

Day 1
After arriving at noon, met with property manager, got keys. When to check out the locale. Got lost three times, fell and scraped her hands, bruised her body. Dirty and stunk so bad she had to buy a new top. Not a happy camper, says the place is spread out like Mississauga or Scarborough. Ewwwwww!

Day 2
Went to the university to get transit pass, still trying to get a fix on the place. Hates it, says the place is a nightmare, highways and biways. Yuck!

Day3
Calls me from Walmart, says she has been waiting for an hour for a taxi. She will call me tomorrow.

Day 4 (Saturday)
Says she had a good day yesterday. Went to orientation a.m., lunch afterwards. Veggie burgers all gone, wants to leave, fellow students convince her to stay. Have a salad they say. Stays and mingles , everyone deciding to go to a pub that evening. She says she doesn't think so, again they say come on. After Walmart, (1 1/2 hours later) she gets home and goes to the pub. Thank Gawd!! She really enjoys herself, getting to meet the others in her program, apparently the university has allowed for more Ph D students this year than ever before.

Found a district that is called Kensington, sorta' like Queen St W. Happy about that!
All in all, getting used to a new city is overwhelming, hopefully it will be okay soon.

Oh yeah, about the taxi service, her taxi driver told her most of the taxi drivers live in the Northeast, (she lives in the Northwest) and they all go home for dinner at 5:00 P.M. That was when she was calling. Go figure that one out???

BooHoo

Princess left for Calgary this morning. We were up at 4 a.m., flight left at 7:00 a.m. For the first time ever I stayed and watched the plane take off from the observation deck. This was a significant moment as I am usually out the airport doors as soon as the person I am seeing off has checked their baggage.
She got a call friday afternoon about an apartment she had applied for online. It's right near the university and we got to see it on the management's website. Cool! That was a close call for us.

If you haven't guessed it yet, Princess is my daughter. I had her when I was a teenager and we are closer than two friends could ever be. I remember when I was in university, she was six and used to write me notes saying, "have a good day, mommy". When she got a little older she told me she used to wonder why my school was so intense when I was only studying "signs". (stop, go, yield)
With my Cape Breton accent that's how I pronounced "science".

She fast tracked high school, got her honors degree in two and a half years and her masters in one. Am I a proud mother................YEAH!

Hence......... Rosey. When I got home from the airport this morning feeling numb and quite despondent, I opened up my door and Rosey jumped right into my arms. Squealing with delight at the sight of me, just what the doctor ordered.
I will post a picture of her shortly so you can see what a cutie she is.

Halifax.......do I really want to make it my home now?????

Plea for help

I have mentioned Princess a number of times on my blog so I'm going to assume that you know who I am talking about. Getting an apartment in Calgary is very difficult when you don't live there. With the time difference , any apartment she calls about is already gone. There are plenty of basement apartments but that is not what she wants or feels is safe. Finding a place to stay for a couple of weeks until she can find one is also hard. Does anyone have any suggestions?

On another note, I have a new addition to my household. Her name is Rosey (nee Rosehip). Her breeder calls all her dogs for herbs and spices. When I was on the phone with her discussing adoption, Princess said I sounded rude when told her name. ROSEHIP I repeated into the phone, sounding like I had just tasted something bad. Anyway, Rosey is an absolutely adorable pug. She is 4 years old and is the sweetest thing I have ever seen. All she wants is to lick your face and be loved. She has become quite attached to me in just 3 days. She follows me everywhere and snuggles up whenever I sit down. She is so funny, I love her. I was told that people with funny personalities get along with pugs the best. She constantly makes me laugh with her antics. I don't even mind the poop and scoop! THAT and the 6am walk I thought I could never do. It's funny, people are attracted to her on our walks and I find myself engaging in conversations that I would never normally have.

I would appreciate any info on how to find a place in NorthWest Calgary besides the local newspapers. Residence is not an option as her furniture has already been shipped.
Here's hoping. :)

Today is going to be a frivolous day

To start, with no further ado........

Aug 10 1966

Last words of James French, sent to the Electric Chair by the state of Oklahoma: "How about this for a headline for tomorrow's paper? FRENCH FRIES."


Continuing on............

A young Navy Officer was in a bad car accident, but due to the heroics of the hospital staff the only permanent injury was the loss of one ear. Since he wasn't physically impaired he remained in the military and eventually became an Admiral. During his career he was always sensitive about his appearance.

One day the Admiral was interviewing three Master Chiefs for the Command Master Chief position.

The first Master Chief was a Surface Navy type and it was a great interview. At the end of the interview the Admiral asked him, "Do you notice anything different about me?

"The Master Chief answered, "Why yes. I couldn't help but notice you are missing your starboard ear, so I need to know whether this impacts your hearing on that side." The Admiral got very angry at this lack of tact and threw him out of his office.

The next candidate, a Aviation Service Master Chief, when asked this same question, answered, "Well yes, you seem to be short one ear." The Admiral threw him out also.

The third interview was with an Submarine Master Chief. He was articulate, extremely sharp, and seemed to know more than the other two Master Chiefs put together. The Admiral wanted this guy, but went ahead with the same question, "Do you notice anything different about me?"

To his surprise the Submarine Master Chief said, "Yes. You wear contact lenses."

The Admiral was impressed and thought to himself, what an incredibly tactful Master Chief. "And how do you know that?" the Admiral asked.

The Submarine Master Chief replied, "Well it's pretty hard to wear glasses with only one fucking ear."

Have a great day. :)

Aug 9 1997

Officers of Brooklyn's 70th precinct sodomize 30 year old Haitian immigrant Abner Louima with a toilet plunger, then insert the feces-contaminated plunger into Louima's mouth. Later, NYPD officials try feebly to dismiss the suspect's injuries as having resulted from ordinary homosexual activity, but a medical examination proves that to be inconsistent with the evidence.

It has to be the uniform that makes these people feel invincible. The power they feel when they don it, similar to soldiers in war zones. I realize it must be only the sick and demented that allow these actions of depravity to take hold of them ??

The officers responsible were Justin Volpe,Thomas Bruder, Charles Schwurz, Michael Bellomo and Thomas Wiese.


Follow Up

Behind the BLUE WALL...life of a NY cop

New York Times
Metro Briefing New York: Louima Begins Philanthropic Work In Homeland

Published: February 26, 2003
Five years after the assault by New York police officers that led to a $5.8 million settlement, Abner Louima is back in Haiti, his impoverished homeland. In recent visits, Mr. Louima, 36, who now lives in Florida, said he had started paying tuition for 14 poor children and set up a nonprofit group, the Abner Louima Foundation. He said he also hoped to raise money to build a community center and a hospital.

Today I just found out by accident(surfing), that someone I was quite fond of is dead. I never met him, only talked over the telephone, read his letters and e-mails to my friend. Always sending his fondest regards to me thru her. I had the greatest admiration for his wit and humor and just the slightest crush because of this.
My friend Janet had been his literary agent in England and they always kept in touch. I have one of his books Bedlam, signed with an endearing note.
John died April 11, 2005 of acute pancreatitis.
I haven't spoken with Janet for over six years due to a situation that I couldn't forgive her.
It involved the murder of a man, leaving 2 small children and her befriending the woman I held responsible for his death.
Janet is quite a lot older than me and has taught me things about life that I never would have experienced myself.
I'm just very sad right now.

Wow, over a week since I wrote anything. Time flies when you're having fun. I have two house guests which have been taking up my time. Princess, who has moved in until she goes to Calgary and Darkstar for two weeks while her owners are away.

I realized that when living alone you get into very selfish routines. Some not always good. With myself, I have become somewhat of a hermit. Not anymore.......

This is the first time in my life that I have ever lived alone and thought I loved it?? Having Princess here has been a great change for the better. We go out shopping, eating, drinking, and then come home to chat, watch a movie, whatever. Waking up in the morning and laughing over coffee. Just being happy and laughing a lot is wonderful.

Now Kitty is not the same shy kitty that was with me 3 months ago. She arrived by carriage, with bag and litter box (in someone else's hand) and immediately made herself at home. She even brought along her own hacienda. Some tubular structure that has 2 levels, 2 self-contained compartments , covered with carpet. Quite the drum.
I didn't see that one comin'.
Okee........... it took George 4 trips to bring in all her stuff. She has also gotten very saucy. I was told to give her ONE treat a day. (I confess to overindulging her last visit).
Her first nite with me, I picked her up to snuggle(after a treat) and when I put her down she swiped my leg with her paw. Not nice.
Today I refused her demand for a treat and when I left her in the kitchen, she started banging the cupboard door open and shut with her paw. (For quite a while I might add).

This might seem like blattering to you, but it is quite a revelation to me. I will miss my little family when they leave.


PS
Holy Shit!!!

I just went to pet HELLCAT (which she has now been offically christened), and she literally nailed me. My finger is bleeding! She was lying on my bed and I innocently went over to pet her. I don't think she will be receiving another invite. I might like company BUT I'm not a sadist.
What the hell happened in 3 months?? She comes from a loving family.

Blogging

I heard about blogging but didn't really know what it was about. I accidently came across one in my internet travels. I found the blogger interesting and responded. (although somewhat cranky, the blogger). During that time I came across other bloggers who I found intelligent and funny. I decided to create a blog myself, which I enjoy.

The thing is, is that the bloggers that I enjoy happen to be gay males. Am I a fag hag? That term alwaysed seemed to have such a negative connotation, I tend to shy away from it.

1. Some would say that fag hags are pitied based on the assumption that their fascination with gay men lies in infatuation, which will most likely never be consummated. While this is occasionally true, most fag hag relationships contain no romantic feelings; indeed, some fag hags are lesbian.

2. This relationship, like most positive relationships, generally evolves out of shared interests and opinions. It offers heterosexual women an opportunity to participate in a gay community where arts, fashion, and literature are embraced and encouraged.

3. The gay community also offers straight women a safe environment to party in relative freedom from unwanted sexual advances.

None of these really pertain to me except the freedom from unwanted sexual advances, at this time in my life. I escaped from a relatively long relationship (8 yrs), very abusive and volatile. I even have to have my phone and address under another name for my safety. Do I want another man in my life now? Definitely not. I am just enjoying the peace and quiet that life allows me.

Getting back to blogging, I really enjoy having contact with people that are intelligent, funny, witty, informative, and enlightening. The fact that they are gay, well............. suits me just fine!
I just hope that they accept me for me.

That's What Friends Are For

Dionne Warwick got it right!

Keep smilin' keep shinin'
Knowing you can always count on me for sure
That's what friends are for
In good times and bad times I'll be on your side forever more
Ohh That's what friends are for

I came back from my holiday early because Princess was going away on holiday and needed someone to be at her apartment for the movers today. She's going to Calgary for her graduate studies. Up at 5 A.M. like a trooper, to be at her place to make sure everything is in order. The movers were great, small but wirey. I didn't think they could handle the heavy boxes, neither one of them was over 5'6" and 120 lbs soaking wet, but............you can't judge a book by it's cover. They were Mighty Men!!! Superman could take tips. HeHe.
Talking about books, her estimate for the poundage in moving is way more than she thought.
$1000.00 more. And it's all her freakin' books that caused it. Oh well, who can put a price on one's addiction. Certainly not me. I'll give her the bad news when she gets home. She's now on the beach in Tobago enjoying herself and hopefully she has a cute cabana boy catering to her every need.

I also have to keep on top of her laptop that she had to send to Texas to be repaired. They're a bitch to get a hold of. Good luck to me! :)

She has this 2' by 3' board to make notes on. Typical, she has it bordered in pink satin and white tulle. I wasn't being nosey, I was just wondering if they would take it because it wasn't boxed.
She had her new budget written on it. Check this out!!

Rent............... Whatever
Groceries....... $ 100.00/mth
Necessities.......$ 100.00/mth
Frivolities.........$100.00/week

I don't know if that was a typo, but it was written by hand. :)

I love her dearly, and she was there for me many times when I needed her, so as Dionne says.....................

I so, so love Dan Savage XXXOOO

Dear Dan,

I love my husband so, so much. He's so, so good to me. But there's another man I'm so, so attracted to. I don't want to jeopardize my marriage but I'm afraid I might in a moment of weakness. At the same time, I don't want to give up the activity where I see this other man, because the activity (martial-arts study) is a really important part of my life.

So, So Married

Reply

Hm. You can't stop seeing this other man because you study martial arts with him and that's such an important part of your life—unlike, say, your marriage—and as everyone knows there's only one martial-arts school on the whole freakin' planet. So you're pretty much condemned to spend time with this other man until the inevitable inevitability inevitably happens.

Puh-leeze, SSM. If your husband doesn't rate the supreme sacrifice of switching to some other martial-arts school, then nothing I can say is going to stop you from getting what you so, so desperately want. But after you fuck this other guy, SSM, don't run around pretending that you were just a victim of cruel circumstance—martial arts made me do it!—and not the so, so guilty instigator.

Jul 11 1945
For the first time, Napalm powder is mixed with gasoline and sprayed on live human beings. This feat is achieved by U.S. Army forces against the Japanese on Luzon in the Philippines.
In grand Internet tradition, I now give you the recipe to produce this horrible substance: Take styrofoam, add benzene and gasoline; ignite; pour on [insert ethnic slur here].

Kim Phuc June 1972

"The Girl In The Photo", was accidentally burned by her own countrymen, who were fighting her future countrymen.The only American participants of any nature were the journalists who reported the event and made her famous, and the doctors who saved her life.
If left to the care of her countrymen it is unlikely that the little girl would have lived to market forgiveness to anyone. But American doctors saved her and Americans made her famous enough to forgive them for an accident in which no American participated.

When the photo was taken and first published, the truth was published with it. It was an all-Vietnamese accident, at a time when American soldiers had been withdrawn almost completely from participation in ground action. Peter Arnett, Fox Butterfield, and Christopher Wain were three who independently reported on the incident at the village of Trang Bang, when it happened in 1972. Their news reports showed it to be an accidental bombing by the Vietnamese Air Force, during an all-Vietnamese fight. The other reports of the time said the same and film footage taken that day clearly shows a Vietnamese Air Force Skyraider making a highly photogenic low level run, dropping four canisters of napalm with the journalists and South Vietnamese soldiers standing on the road near the village as spectators. The film depicts a casual group, not seeking shelter from either the aircraft or enemy fire, and almost makes it appear that the bomb run was made for the benefit of the film crews.

Somehow, talking about my holidays (which I initially intended to do) seems ludicrous.

I could read this how about you?

fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too. Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 % plepoe can. i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!

The really scary part is that I didn't hesitate anywhere, just read along like I normally do. :)

Holidays

Heading down to The Cape tomorrow, Breton not Cod, for two whole weeks. Yeah!! Just to be fair, Cape Cod is lovely, it actually reminds me of Cape Breton. The drive to Hyannis is route 6 from Sandwich I think, and in Cape Breton it's route 4. They feel very similiar, quiet, beautiful and untouched. It was weird driving down that road, knowing that JFK drove down it many times to go home.

You can go home again, it's just not the same.

My father died when I was very young and our (6 siblings) mother was all we had. She was our matriarch, our anchor. We lost her almost four years ago and things will never be the same. Memories are all we have, and she left us wonderful ones. It really makes you realize the fragility of life when you lose someone that is such an important part of your being. Remember, every day you make memories for someone and that's all they will have of you when you are gone.

Oh yeah, holidays, sorry I got melancholy for a bit. :(

We have a few rules, one of which is no computers allowed. DVD'S ARE!!! It's so funny, we all get up at different times and the early birds usually watch a movie in our jammies, before breaky, in the den adjoining the kitchen. When the stragglers start to arise and want to talk, all they get is SHHHHHHH!!!!!! It totally pisses them off and it's always the same ones. Needless to say, I am not one of them. :) It's usually the kiddies and the kids at heart that are up early.
Then we get on to doing really boring stuff like going to the beach all day, swimming, windsurfing, waterskiing, scuba diving, boat cruises, building sand castles. Then coming home to eat lobster, steak,veggies(we have a few vegetarians), bar-b-que whatever, drink gallons of wine and beer. It's rough I'll tell ya!

You can't go home again to what it was but you can go home and make the best of what it is.
Everyone, enjoy all your holidays. :)

Jun 18 1959
Based on his erratic behavior, the Governor of Louisiana, Earl K. Long, is committed to a state mental hospital. Long responds by arranging for the hospital's director to be fired, and the new director proclaims him perfectly sane. (It is no secret that the man was completely nuts.)

I don't know about you but I find this extremely funny. His wife, known colloquially as Miz Blanche, had him committed after finding out about his affair with stripper Blaze Starr. (Remember Paul Newman).

Long left Blaze $50,000 in his will she refused to accept. Ain't love grand.


Mixed Feelings

Princess and I started watching Six Feet Under last year. We were hooked. She would download it as I don't have cable. (I don't watch enough TV to warrant it). She left the DVD at my place and I watched an episode without her. WRONG MOVE!! I fessed up and after that she didn't share her downloading again. I broke a cardinal rule and suffered in silence.
Anyhoo, after six months went by I decided to rent the box set, starting with season four. Then yesterday I got season five and Princess told me she didn't watch the last episode. I was so excited as we both loved the show so much and we were going to be able to share the ending.

I loved all the characters, Keith and David were my favorites though, especially Keith, he was so supportive. I know it was an appropriate ending as the show dealt with death, but.............................. I found it, a bit disconcerting. I actually felt nauseous for a few moments.

On a lighter note, at the end when they were all dying and they showed Brenda, I said to Princess, wow she really let herself go. (Remember I was watching the whole season in one day) Princess says, what do you expect she's over eighty. Remind me not to get old around you.
In my defense, her hair was long and scraggly.

Th..th...th...that's all folks. Enjoy your week. :)

Jun 10 1999
Outside on the front lawn of his Miami home, Russell Cameron is covered with trash and doused with gasoline. Then his lunatic nephew, Thomas Pellechio, sets the pile on fire and runs away. When police arrive, they discover a 12.5 inch Oriental sword in Cameron's rectum, rammed in all the way up to the hilt.

Ouch!! It is rumored that Pellechio was sexually abused by his uncle. He is found lying on the ground next to the church, screaming that he was possessed by the devil and needed help. If true, he was possessed by the devil all right......... his uncle.

In a small community where I was born, there was an incident, similiar, fire and revenge was involved. A pedophile priest lived in the nearby glebehouse. Late one night, a molotav cocktail was thrown thru the window. It destroyed the building but not the person inside. Dam!!
It was done by a young man who had hatred in his heart because of the abuse he suffered from this priest as a child.

This is a depressing story as there were a number of pedophile priests who darkened our doors. Being a rural area, it was a haven for them to do as they wished.
My older brothers were very lucky, the priest we had, during their time as alterboys, was a ladies man! He was contankerous and edgy, and they thought he was "a pain the ass" . Little did they know. He used to cuff them on the ear if they didn't ring the bell at the right time. He also drank. I'd take that anyday over what could have been.

Epilogue

The priest designed a new beautiful building, with walk around decks on the main floor and the second story, overlooking the Bras d'Or Lakes. Breathtaking, more like a chalet then a humble cottage. (At the parishoners expense).
He now writes books and is not a parish priest anywhere. (Not in jail either).

The young man who set the fire.........was found guilty of arson.

The parish.....glad to be rid of him, no matter what the cost. They now have a priest, Fr. Joe, who is, how shall I say.......... absolutely wonderful. In the true sense of the word.

Jun 7 1954
Despondent over court-ordered estrogen treatments to cure his homosexuality, Alan Turing commits suicide by consuming an apple laced with cyanide. Turing is considered the founder of modern computing, a pioneer in the field of Artificial Intelligence, and a crucial member of the team that cracked Germany's Enigma cipher in World War ll.

It is rumoured that this method of self-poisoning was in tribute to Turing's beloved film Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

Since 1966, the Turing Award has been given by the Association for Computing Machinery to a person for technical contributions to the computing community. It is widely considered to be the equivalent of the Nobel Prize in the computing world.


Hmmmmmmmm..................Apple Computer, Inc.

Jun 5 1975
During the Wish You Were Here recording sessions, Syd Barrett just happens to wander into Abbey Road studio while Pink Floyd are mixing "Shine On You Crazy Diamond," a song written about Barrett. At first, none of Syd's former bandmates recognizes the fat, bald lunatic who is compulsively brushing his teeth.

Happenstance, perhaps........

Barrett's trademark was playing his Fender Esquire guitar by sliding a zippo lighter up and down the fret-board thru an old echo box to create the mysterious, otherwordly sounds that became associated with the group.

Today
He is apparently not happy being reminded about his past as a musician and the other members of Pink Floyd have no direct contact with him. However, he did go to his sister's house in 2002 to watch the BBC Omnibus documentary made about him - apparently he found some of it "too noisy", though he's said to have enjoyed hearing "See Emily Play" again.

I went to a Pink Floyd concert at the CNE a number of years ago with my then boyfriend. We were in the press section beside the stage, excellent view. I was not familiar with their music but went because I thought he was. Halfway thru, he asked me if I was enjoying myself. Not really, I responded, how about you? Not really he said, I thought you liked them. We laughed and said "we're outta' here". Sorry Pink Floyd.

Jun 4 1939
After already having been turned away by Cuba, the SS St. Louis is also denied permission to land in Florida. So it is forced to return to Europe with its cargo of 963 Jewish refugees, most of whom will later die in Nazi concentration camps.

God Bless America.......
I wonder what Canada would have done?

Death is Inevitable

Every person who smokes, is going to die. Every person who never smokes, is going to die.

Every person who is "overweight", is going to die. Every person who is never "overweight", is going to die.

Every person who uses illicit drugs, is going to die. Every person who never uses illicit drugs, is going to die.

Every person who drinks alcohol, is going to die. Every person who never drinks alcohol, is going to die.

Every person who fails to heed the advice of health advocates, is going to die. Every person who devotedly follows all the advice of health advocates, is going to die.

It's all a matter of time. What we do with that time, interim, is our choice.

Jun 3 1943
Three days after a sailor had been badly injured in a brawl with a group of Hispanics, a mob of 60 servicemen leaves the Los Angeles Naval Reserve Armory and bludgeons anybody wearing a zoot suit. The first two victims are a couple of boys, aged 12 and 13, who were just sitting in the Carmen Theater watching a movie. Thus begins a weeklong race riot.

Why is it that when some men/women put on a military uniform they feel they are above the law. They are encouraged to be that dark side of themselves that is not acceptable in a normal environment. Demeaning, debasing, torturing fellow human beings. Psychological warfare is their defense?

On a Much Lighter Note

I saw a picture of Hugh Hefner celebrating his 80th birthday with his three girlfriends. Is it just me or do his girlfriends get less attractive as he gets older? Sure, they got the hair and the silicone bods, but their faces. Somehow horses come to mind.

I wonder if they do paper, scissors, rock.... to see who has to sleep with him that nite?

Jun 2 2003
Thousands of defeated Iraqi troops marched on U.S. occupation headquarters in Baghdad, demanding to be paid. It is perhaps the first time in history a defeated army has demanded payroll from the victors.

WTF
They must have gotten the US confused with Canada, you know what suckers we are for being politically correct. Canada would say, oh we're so sorry, how much do you want.


Spoke with my oldest sister today. She's a nurse in Nfld. I told her about fat bastard and she said good riddance, he would only be a troublemaker anyway. She shed a new light on the situation and I realized that it was a good thing it happened the way it did. He can be someone else's lawsuit!

On a lighter note, I bought a fantastic new camera and I am going to use it to explore Halifax. I hated this place when I moved here but now I am determined to discover everything about it.

So get ready for a virtual reality tour of Halifax folks. :)

May 29 1806
Dueling over a horse racing wager, future President Andrew Jackson takes a bullet in the chest from fellow lawyer Charles Dickinson. The slug shatters two ribs and buries itself near his heart. Then it is Jackson's turn to fire, which manages to sever an artery and kill his opponent.

Sounds like something that Jean Chretien would do. One thing about Jean, he's not afraid to use his fists.

What a Day

I had the most obnoxious man in today. First, I said with a smile, how are you today? Terrible, he said. What's wrong, I asked? If you don't remember that's your problem he responded. He was in a so called accident 1 year ago when an 80 year old lady backed out of her driveway and hit the tire of his car. Since then he has been walking with a cane, going to physiotherapy, and saying he's suing her up the ying-yang. He has 3 lawsuits on the go. Nice guy.
He's 300 lbs at least, and suspect his body could absorb a much bigger shock than that. After he's seated, I asked him some questions about his medical health ( necessary) and got nothing but sarcastic remarks as answers.
I was alone in the room with him writing notes on his file and he says, "turn that disgusting noise off". (It was the radio) . I said just a moment, as I was in the middle of writing. He said, NOW! Or I'm leaving. I got up and turned it off saying, be nice Mr. X there's no need for that. He jumped up out of the chair, whipped off his bib, and said, I don't like you, never liked you, never will like you. One in a million ain't bad!
He's been abusive with everyone else in the clinic but it still shook me up. I made sure to document everything that took place and had my boss sign as a witness.

How was your day?

The Stanley Cup

1990
Stanley Cup Final, Game 5, May 24, 1990.Edmonton 4, Boston 1

Will they do it again in 2006?
What's up with Edmonton running out of beer? That would NEVER happen in the maritimes. Water maybe.... :)

I woke up this morning at 7 a.m. feeling great. I took the day off just in case, cause I knew I would be indulging yesterday. My hair is not tooooo bad. This morning on the phone, Princess told me I looked like the head on a pez dispenser. Square. She wanted to hold my head back and see what came out of my mouth. I didn't cotton to that remark and said if she did she wouldn't like what came out. I played around with my hair after that, (who wouldn't). Now it looks cute. I think? It's all zaggety and stuff, I like that. Bad hair day..........nah-unh. :)

Hi, I'm slightly "in the bag", aka inebriated. That's what happens when you mix beer with a lotta' champagne. Beware. I hope I won't pay dearly tomorrow. Princess's graduation was fantastic! I hope she enjoyed her party afterwards, I did! Oh, I also got my hair cut today. My long golden locks left on the salons floor, to be swept away. Shit, I should have given it to charity. Oh well, too late now. Here I am shorn, naked as a sheared sheep, and maybe that's why I feel so light headed? I think I will like it?? The employees in the salon couldn't believe I actually did it. It wasn't like I was Rapunzel or anything, it was just pretty hair. Hair today gone tomorrow, sorry, :) I did say I was drinking right?

May 21 1952
Mr. T is born in the ghetto.

Einstein said, "There are two things that are infinite, the universe and Mr. T's pity for fools... and I'm not sure about the universe."

Mr. T does not read these facts. He ain't got time for this jibba-jabba. :-)


Sad but Happy

My bestest friend, Princess, is graduating from Dal on Tuesday. BUT she is going to Calgary in August to complete her graduate studies.( Ph.D. in literature) What am I to do?? No more sarcastic morning conversations, no one else to share the "sense of ridiculous" with? I know, I know, e-mail, bell canada, but it ain't the same. She called me one morning last month and said guess what? I'm going to be a cowgirl! I'm gonna' get me a pink cowgirl hat.

This comes from a girl, who when she was 16??, her father took her out xmas shopping and bought her TWO pairs of cowboy boots. She was into goth? or hiphop? at the time, and wouldn't be caught dead in such things. (She was born veggie) .
That nite, she dropped them at my bedroom door and said merry xmas! I liked them but felt bad that it was her present. Her dad lives in a unique, albeit weird, world of his own.
I had a great compromise, my boyfriend would buy the boots from her, for me and she could buy what she liked for herself. Win, win situation. TaDa!!!

Memories,
Th-th-th-that's All Folks!

May 18 1936
Tokyo gangster Kichizo Ishida is accidentally strangled by his mistress during a session of rough sex. Ishida had been a "gasper," someone who enjoys the sexual effects of asphyxiation. The woman, Sada Abe, indulged him by wrapping her pink kimono belt around his neck. After her lover's death, Abe cuts off Ishida's penis and scrotum with a meat cleaver and carries them around until she is finally arrested, three days later.

Wow.... I didn't know ASA was around for that long.

Enlightenment

I learned something about me that I'm not proud of today. Our receptionist brought it to my attention. She was in a bitchy mood but that's irrelevant. Apparently, I cut people off in our conversations. (It was regarding a trival situation with her, boohoo, but I was interested.) On reflexion, I realized, I ask a question, then before they are finished, I ask another one.
The thing is, is that after I ask the question, they start to answer and I know what they are going to say, so I go on to another topic.
By the time their thought process has formed the answer, I get it already. They don't know this and maybe I come across as being indifferent to their response.
No one has ever said this to me before, and when it happened today, I laughed and said, I guess I've been told! The owner of the clinic heard me and said what's so funny? I told him and he laughed too! My patients love me and I love them but I will be more aware of my gift in the future. It will be tedious but I will persevere. :-)

May 17 1924
Two youths discover a human skull on the banks of the Leine in Hanover, Germany. And although two more skulls are found a month later, police ignore it until a sackful of bones turn up on the riverbank. Dragging the Leine yields another 500 bones, belonging to about 27 victims. Eventually, police arrest Fritz Haarmann for the crimes. He would lure runaway boys back to his apartment, where they would be raped, killed, and cut into steaks. Then the unlicensed butcher would sell the meat as beef on the black market. All told, he killed between 40 and 50 boys.

Ewwwww!

Cannibalism

In 15th century Scotland, a highlander named Sawney Beane and his wife lived in a remote mountain pass, where they subsisted on a steady diet of unfortunate travelers, which they also fed to their 14 children, and a number of incestuous grandchildren. Needless to say, when the civilized world found out about this, their outrage was so great that they executed the entire family, amputating the limbs of the men so that they bled to death, and burning the women and children at the stake. Now that's civilized!

At no time did any one of them express remorse or repentance. But, on the other hand, it must be remembered that the children and grandchildren of Sawney Beane and his wife had been brought up to accept the cave dwelling cannibalistic life as normal. They had known no other life, and in a very real sense they had been well and truly "brain -washed," in modern terminology. They were isolated from society, and their moral and ethical standards were those of Sawney Beane himself. He was the father figure and mentor in a small tightly integrated community. They were trained to regard murder and cannibalism as right and normal, and they saw no wrong in it. It poses the question as to how much of morality is the product of the environment and training, and how much is (or should be) due to some instinctive but indefinable inner voice of, perhaps, conscience. Did the young members of the Beane clan know that what they were doing was wrong?

May 16 1990
Sammy Davis Jr., dies of throat cancer in Beverly Hills. After the legendary Rat pack singer/entertainer is buried with $70,000 in jewelry, the family discovers that Mr. Bojangles was broke and left millions of dollars in unpaid back taxes. His widow then orders the body exhumed so they can repo the jewelry.

That's just downright pathetic!

Family
I moved to Halifax almost four years ago. My younger sister moved here two years ago. My older sister one year ago. We all live separate, different lives but are very close. My older sister drops off large bags for me every couple of months, filled with every kind of cleaning and household supplies you can imagine. She loves Vim!! My younger sister is always buying me expensive cooking utensils. I used to love to cook. Our oldest sister, doesn't live here but is planning to move. She bought me a computer because she thought it would be good for me. My three brothers are ..............men. They help me in different ways, fixing my cars, moving furniture, all the manly stuff. :-) We are all uniquely different but get along because we are family and owe it all to our parents. They were wonderful, beautiful people.
When I was in university, my second oldest sister gave me her Jetta instead of trading it in when she was buying a new car. She thought I might need it.
This is not a one way street, I have always been there for them when they needed it and always will.

Yesterday was Mother's Day. It will be four years this september since my mother died. My father died when I was little so she was a very important part of my life. All our lives, I have 3 brothers and 3 sisters. She was beautiful, funny, smart and a lady. Except when she had a little too much to drink, she had a very low tolerance for alcohol. Then she told everyone exactly what she really thought of them. It was amazing, the next day she would get up, sit at the breakfast table with a totally innocent face that defied anyone to mention anything. We never did. My brother Duncan & I were the only ones never to come under her wrath. I don't know if that was because we were her favorites or because we are both very non judgemental.Whatever floats your boat man.
I know she is still with me, but I miss her so much.

To all my american friends, this does not include you.

Sitting together on a train, traveling through the Canadian Rockies, were an American guy, a Canadian guy, a little old Greek lady, and a young blonde girl with large breasts. The train goes into a dark tunnel and a few seconds later there is the sound of a loud slap. When the train emerges from the tunnel, the American has a bright red hand print on his cheek. No one speaks.The little old Greek lady thinks:The American guy must have groped the blonde in the dark and she slapped his cheek.The blonde girl thinks: That American guy must have tried to grope me in the dark, but missed and fondled the old lady and she slapped his cheek.The American thinks: The Canadian guy must have groped the blonde in the dark.She tried to slap him but missed and got me instead.
The Canadian thinks: I can't wait for another tunnel, just so I can smack the American again. Now THAT'S Canadian.

May 12 1982
During a procession outside the shrine of the Virgin Mary in Fatima, Portugal, security guards overpower Juan Fernandez Krohn before he can attack Pope John Paul II with a bayonet. Krohn, an ultraconservative Spanish priest opposed to the Vatican II reforms, decided that the Pope must be killed for being an "agent of Moscow."

Do Spanish priests have that 007, Licensed to Kill in their vows?

Today

I meet so many different people in my work. In the dental office you can't always judge a book by it's cover. In other circumstances you might make an accurate opinion of someone, but not there. If someone seems to be abrasive, distant, unfriendly, it's not necessarily their true nature. They are just afraid. To be able to put these people at ease is one of my greatest pleasures. I use different techniques with each one, being sensitive is one of my greatest gifts. To get a hug from someone who was terrified, is a feeling I can't put into words.

Interesting, one guy told me today that he didn't want to have his wisdom teeth removed because it would be like losing a piece of his soul???? (He was in his forties). I asked him if he had his appendix. No, he said. Do you have your tonsils? No, he said. Do you feel any different, I asked. No, he replied........................................

I learned a new expression today. "Busy as a blue arse fly". I was curious where it originated and in my travels found this. Don't ask. :-)

Sheep Shaggers
Literally men who have carnal knowledge of sheep. Figuratively used of rural people in bleak windswept areas especially the Welsh and Falkland Islanders.

How can someone pinpoint something like that? I remember a number of years ago there was a guy in southwestern Ontario charged with sheep shagging.
Can happen anywhere but what's with the bleak windswept areas?

I was watching the news last nite and there was that little pipsqueak, Peter MacKay, in Kandahar, basically telling the troops to buck up. If I could have reached through the television and choked him, I would.

Globe and Mail
Geoffrey York

(Peter MacKay speaking to the soldiers.)
You're elevating the lives of the Afghan people, and that also helps the security of all of us," he told a group of Canadian soldiers at the main Kandahar military base at an airfield outside the city. Canada has 2,300 troops in Afghanistan; 15 Canadian soldiers have died there.
"If we're able to build a stable, productive society here, which is what your boots on the ground assure us the ability to do, that's going to pay huge dividends everywhere. We want you to know that your country is with you all the way, and you're getting the job done. Peace will be your lasting legacy in Afghanistan."

What about MacKay's own boots?

This comes from the man who ran home to daddy after his girlfriend dumped him. On the news, trying to look like Prince Charles on the moors of Scotland, in his wellies. When in fact, it was what it was. He was ballyhooing in Pictou, in a potato patch with his rubber boots.

Even Daddy MacKay, told Potato Pete, "Suck it up, boy".

Quote for The Day

Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.


Yesterday I had an e-mail from my brother. He has set up e-mail addresses for my neice and nephew. They are twins, almost seven, Maddy and Calum Duncan.They are the most beautiful children, inside and out. We worry about Calum because he is so gentle and kind. How is he to survive in such a cruel world? They must have been on their father's gluteus maximus for a while now about this.
Anyway, their parents are busy of course, and to reach them by phone is, let's say difficult. The twins have taken it into their own hands, literally. I have had five e-mails from them already, with attached files no less. Pictures of badgers, puppies, baby penguins, telling me they hope I like them. And they love me vary, vary much!
Calum is my sole mate, but Maddy is like me, she has a phenomenal memory.

If only we could all stay like children.......... Nice dream, huh.

May 8 1991
In a room at Little Rock's Excelsior Hotel, Arkansas Governor Bill Clinton exposes his penis to state employee Paula Jones and propositions her to perform fellatio. In her civil deposition, Jones will later claim to have witnessed certain "distinguishing characteristics" of the governor's genitalia, the precise nature of which soon becomes the subject of much speculation. For her trouble, Jones eventually receives an out-of-court settlement for $850,000 and a nude pictorial in Penthouse magazine.


The previously vague allegations were clarified on Oct. 15 in the Washington Times. Having seen the Jones affidavit, the Times reported that Clinton had "a distinctly angled bend visible when the penis is erect." :-)

Although people claim that women have penis envy, our society actually has a penis obsession. We love penises! The penis, even in our modern age, still symbolizes power. Men cherish their penises, name them and love them as they love their cars, even going so far as to wax them lovingly until they shine.

I won't even get into the maypole!

On a lighter note, here in the maritimes, the sun is shining, it's warm and great to be alive. I'm off today, went shopping and now I'm having lobster for lunch.

Humble Beginnings...

May 7 1959

Small-time boxing promoter Don King is arrested in Cleveland on suspicion of drug dealing. His criminal record includes a 1955 arrest for arson, a 1954 arrest for murder, and others.

May 6 2002
Dutch right-wing politician Pim Fortuyn is shot six times in the head as he leaves a recording studio in Hilversum, near Amsterdam. His party platform was based on repeal of the discrimination clause of the constitution, an odd position considering that Fortuyn was homosexual. It is not clear what assassin Volkert van der Graaf's motive was, speculations ranging from Fortuyn's public statements regarding fur farming (van der Graaf is a founder of that country's Animal Liberation Front) to his sympathies towards Dutch Muslims.

Interesting................The nationalism of Pim Fortuyn


Saturday.................................lazy day, if you want. And I want! I can afford to be lazy today as I'm off Monday. YEAH!!!!! No holiday, just an off day. Darkstar and I have bonded? Maybe compatible is more apropos. She does her thing and I do mine. Nothing! But we respect each other's nothingness.

May 5 2349 BC
Noah's Ark lands on Mount Ararat, according to calculations by James Ussher, Archbishop of the Church of Ireland.

Good Read

"Not Wanted on the Voyage", by Timothy Findley.

My hero is Mrs. Noyes, a sad but appealing alcoholic who sips from jars of gin stowed all over the house but who understands animals (she leads her sheep in singalongs). Mottyl, is also a favorite.

May 4 1999
A newly-delivered baby falls through a train toilet as it is born near the city of Guangzhou, China. After the fall, a second train speeds over the newborn. Although the baby survives unharmed, radio announcers are later reprimanded for laughing hysterically as they report the story.

That really wasn't funny, but............. what the hell was the mother doing with the baby in the toilet? Delivering it? Bad decision! Words of the wise, don't deliver your baby in a train or airplane bathroom.


Humble Apology

I am sorry for being so rough on my kitty guest yesterday. :-( I had a bad day. She is sweet and I am a terrible person. Shame on me. I took a tumble yesterday, head first, and hurt myself on my left side. It was outside a professional center, you know the complex with tons of offices and shops. Anyway, the cement walkway had a big hole two metres in circumference, and I fell into it. Ouch! I got up, dusted myself off, and continued on. The ego, you know! Later, bruised but ego intact, someone asked me what was on the elbow of my coat. I looked.............. it was full of blood!! So much for the ego.
I called the center and told them what had happened to me. It could have been an older person who really could have hurt themselves. They said they would take care of it. I said okay but I would like them to take care of the dry cleaning of my coat. ( It is a very expensive one) :-) No problem they said, I guess not I was thinking.


Moral of the story, don't take your bad days out on innocent people/animals.

May 3 1988
The White House confirms stories that President Ronald Reagan's travel and public appearances are scheduled around astrological data furnished by a mystic in San Francisco. The astrologer also supplies input to the timing of critical international events, such as a recent arms control summit in Iceland.

WTF
"So Speaks The Soothsayer", Joan Quigley, was running The United States of America from 1981-1989 ??? I always thought it was Nancy!!!!!


Love is fleeting.....................

I know I'm fickle, but.............I thought I could last longer than this. That cat (notice I'm not using kitty) is not all that!! It's cute, granted, but it has terrible personal hygiene. (I'm kinda' particular about that). It's long fur drags stuff from its' litter box, and I'm not talking gravel! Jeez, I'm even using the term "it" now, I'm a terrible person. I was asking people today how you bathe a cat. It's gotta be done if I am too cohabitate with her.

It's getting serious, tonite when I got home, she was licking herself(cleaning?) and I said to her "you better be cleaning your arse." I peeked a couple of seconds later, and their she was................., weird.

All said and done, now I know why I don't have a cat!

May 1 1997
Sportscaster Frank Gifford is caught on video having sex with TWA flight attendant Suzen Johnson at the New York Regency Hotel. On the tape, Johnson is heard moaning: "Oh, God that's so good. Oh my, you're so big. I knew you would be -- I just knew you would be." A tabloid paid Johnson $75,000 to fornicate with Gifford, and she later goes on to pose nude in Playboy for a six-figure check.

That's my BIGGIST hee hee hah hah, to date.

Today

I had the most amazing day. Three ladies, of the ripe old age of ninety, as patients. They were fantastic! My first one was a librarian at the the first library in Halifax. She is a Miss, sterotypical?? Anyway, she filled my head with tons of information. My next guest was from P.E.I. Her husband worked for CBC forever, and all we talked about was the Island. I told her about Rodney's Oyster Bar in Toronto, and how I fell in love with malpeque oysters. (They are the BEST) . She told me all about the island and another learning experience took place.
Then I had my next lady, and this one was the winner!! She was born in Quebec, a small place east of Montreal. I asked her if she spoke french, she said "a little", as she was Scottish and she grew up in a Scottish community. Way to go..... she said her grandmother spoke Gaelic and she knew a little. I blew her away by responding in Gaelic. I am Scottish and my grandmother was fluent in the language. I said a few things to her, some funny, and she was delighted. Remember she's ninety.

All said and done, I hope if I ever reach near that age, that I will be as delightful as these ladies.