Sunday, 25 November 2007
Monday, 24 September 2007
Good Memories

The artist of the drawings is Dave. Dave used to make me laugh all the time. He would do these zany drawings while in class - it is too bad that I only kept 2 of his drawings...
More about my story to follow... I have just been pretty busy to do a "serious" post!
Saturday, 8 September 2007
Wednesday, 5 September 2007
XTC
Words by Andy Partridge. Music by Andy Partridge and Colin Moulding. © 1986 Virgin Records Ltd.
Dear God, hope you got the letter and
I pray you can make it better down here
I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer
But all the people that you made in your image
See them starving on their feet
'Cause they don't get enough to eat from God
I can't believe in you
Dear God, sorry to disturb you but
I feel that I should be heard loud and clear
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears
And all the people that you made in your image
See them fighting in the street
'Cause they can't make opinions meet about God
I can't believe in you
Did you make disease and the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind after we made you?
And the devil too!
Dear God, don't know if you noticed but
Your name is on a lot of quotes in this book
And us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look
And all the people that you made in your image
Still believing that junk is true
Well I know it ain't, and so do you, dear God
I can't believe in
I don't believe in
I won't believe in heaven and hell
No saints, no sinners, no devil as well
No pearly gates, no thorny crown
You're always letting us humans down
The wars you bring, the babes you drown
Those lost at sea and never found
And it's the same the whole world 'round
The hurt I see helps to compound
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Is just somebody's unholy hoax
And if you're up there you'd perceive
That my heart's here upon my sleeve
If there's one thing I don't believe in
It's you
Dear God.
Tuesday, 28 August 2007
Why I Turned in my Membership Card
- midrash - what is it and why in my very humble opinion has the new testament been interpreted incorrectly (hah! a person who dropped out of bible college after 2 years is going to refute the learned's - note sarcasm - this is just my opinion from my minute amount of reading that I have done on the subject)
- the church and how it threw my failings into my face and made me feel like I needed to be an addict to the altar call
- the people of the church: why do they think they have all the love in the world?
- what my opinion is of Jesus and the bible
Wednesday, 1 August 2007
Whoa
Suddenly, I heard a train screach to a halt. Outside I could hear a crowd of people scream "No!", "Stop!". There were also generic screams of horror and screams of shock. Almost concurrent with this, our train lurched suddenly to a stand-still.
Without even thinking everyone on the train I was on got up and rushed to the window. On the 8th avenue platform (the one that heads east) people were either frozen with panic, or trying desperately to get off of the train platform.
A pedestrian had been hit by the C-Train.
From our front row seats, we were able to see the police, firemen, paramedics and c-train officials rush to the scene of the accident.
It was horrifying.
About 20 minutes later, the officials were able to let our c-train go past the scene of the accident, where we were dropped off at the last station for downtown and told that the c-train was out of service.
From there, I had to walk back into the downtown core and I walked past the now taped off c-train platform. On the platform, I passed by a body that was covered in a yellow tarp.
A dead body.
I walked past people who were sobbing, while police took their statements.
And I realized, yet again, how fuckin' fragile we are.
Monday, 30 July 2007
Nutella

I did a blog post in early 2007 about the public bathrooms in my office building. As you may recall, my post was about the elastic collection that was someone was compiling on one of the toilet tanks in the bathroom.
Wednesday, 25 July 2007
More about Oliver
For all those who are interested, Oliver is a white devonshire rex. You can read more about them here.
We got Oliver through acquaintances of ours, who can no longer keep him, due to various reasons. We have decided to not change his name, as he really is an Oliver... I wonder if our human friend Oliver will appreciate *that*!
As a cat whisperer in training, Sean & I have been reading up on how to integrate Oliver into our family. When we first brought Eddie into our house, we followed a similar routine, but Eddie was only a teen cat and the integration was over in a blink of an eye. Oliver, however, as a 3rd cat, needs to really get used to us, our boyz and everything else.
So, he has been living in our master bedroom since Saturday. Each night, one of us sleeps in the same room as Oliver, so we have been swapping rooms between the master bedroom and our guest bedroom. Since Saturday, Oliver and our own boyz (Josh & Eddie) have been getting to know each other. We are now at the point where they have met face to face and are not hissing any more... Soon, Sean & I will be able to sleep in the same bed! :-)
In other news, it is great that Sean is back from Toronto. He was able to squeeze in a day of touring - he even had dinner with our good friend Philbert, who now lives in the big TO.
I have been grounded for the past week from running & biking. I injured my hip (an old injury from when I was 5 has reared its ugly head) on my last run. So, now I am stuck with exercises, massages (painful ARTC massages) and with icing my hip everyday. Thank goodness it is freakin' hot, so the ice pack is welcomed!
Well, I had best go back to being a cat whisperer!
Toodles,
CG
Sunday, 22 July 2007
Introducing...
Sunday, 15 July 2007
Out & About
Tuesday, 3 July 2007
Update
Thursday, 21 June 2007
Crazy Cat
Lemme back up a bit to tell you the story of eddie.
Over 4 years ago, our beloved precious orange freak of a cat (Jack) passed away. Jack had a stroke (we think) right in front of Sean and he died in our arms. It was a very sad day (worse then when my dad died 6 months earlier).
Over the next few weeks, as we mourned over little Jackie, his "bro" Josh also missed Jack. Josh would wander around our apartment howling and "searching" for Jack. It got to the point where we could not leave the condo without Josh trying to block the doorway so we would not leave.
As such, we started searching for a new brother for Josh. We really weren't too keen on getting another cat, as we felt in some morbid way that we were "cheating" on Jack. However, Josh's loneliness soon outweighed our sense of guilt. We adopted Eddie through the M.E.O.W. foundation
Eddie had been abandoned by his former owners and when he first joined our family, he was very skittish. Right from the start, we noticed that he was a very loving cat. He would seek us out and he would rub our legs over and over again. However, he was not one to come and cuddle, or one to allow us to pet him. Over time, he bonded with me, but it took him longer to trust Sean. Because of this, we have come to the conclusion that Eddie must have been abused by a man.
During the last two years, Eddie has really begun to feel comfortable around us. He chases Josh around our house and he openly plays with his cat nip toys without being afraid of us, should we walk by while he is in the midst of his fun. He now lets us rub him (he especially likes tummy rubs) and he also rubs our friends legs when they come over for a visit.
Sunday, 17 June 2007
I'm Back
I am so frickin' tired!
More later . . .
Thursday, 31 May 2007
Where Have I Been These Past Few Days??
I treated my aunt & uncle to a refreshing lunch ontop of the Calgary Tower
We were in the Panarama Room, where the floor revolves.
Maybe not as posh as the Calgary Tower, but while in Drumheller, we had a delicious picnic!
Touring "Horseshoe Canyon"
Sean at the swinging bridge in Drumheller

Enjoying the skyline in Crescent Heights
Taken while we toured downtown Calgary
We had great weather for the duration of their stay in Calgary. It is a good thing that they came to visit us this week, as the forecast calls for nasty weather next week. Oh, well, such is the life in Calgary - the weather can change very abruptly. I still think that if a person can't handle the weather, they should just pack up and go - maybe it is because I can't stand weather whiners! But, I digress . . .
Well, I am going to enjoy a well deserved beer and catch up on my face book reading!
Toodles,
CG
Wednesday, 23 May 2007
Yanked Off Of R.D.'s Blog
... but it is such a worthwhile read...
Faith-Based Fraud
Jerry Falwell's foul rantings prove you can get away with anything if you have "Reverend" in front of your name.
By Christopher Hitchens
Posted Wednesday, May 16, 2007, at 12:46 PM ET
The discovery of the carcass of Jerry Falwell on the floor of an obscure office in Virginia has almost zero significance, except perhaps for two categories of the species labeled "credulous idiot." The first such category consists of those who expected Falwell (and themselves) to be bodily raptured out of the biosphere and assumed into the heavens, leaving pilotless planes and driverless trucks and taxis to crash with their innocent victims as collateral damage. This group is so stupid and uncultured that it may perhaps be forgiven. It is so far "left behind" that almost its only pleasure is to gloat at the idea of others being abandoned in the same condition.
The second such category is of slightly more importance, because it consists of the editors, producers, publicists, and a host of other media riffraff who allowed Falwell to prove, almost every week, that there is no vileness that cannot be freely uttered by a man whose name is prefaced with the word Reverend. Try this: Call a TV station and tell them that you know the Antichrist is already on earth and is an adult Jewish male. See how far you get. Then try the same thing and add that you are the Rev. Jim-Bob Vermin. "Why, Reverend, come right on the show!" What a fool Don Imus was. If he had paid the paltry few bucks to make himself a certified clergyman, he could be jeering and sneering to the present hour.
Falwell went much further than his mad 1999 assertion about the Jewish Antichrist. In the time immediately following the assault by religious fascism on American civil society in September 2001, he used his regular indulgence on the airwaves to commit treason. Entirely exculpating the suicide-murderers, he asserted that their acts were a divine punishment of the United States. Again, I ask you to imagine how such a person would be treated if he were not supposedly a man of faith.
One of his associates, Bailey Smith, once opined that "God does not hear the prayers of a Jew." This is one of the few anti-Semitic remarks ever made that has a basis in fact, since God does not exist and does not attend to any prayers, but Smith was not quite making that point. Along with his friend Pat Robertson, who believes in secret Jewish control of the world of finance, and Billy Graham, who boasted to Richard Nixon that the Jews had never guessed what he truly thought of them, Falwell kept alive the dirty innuendo about Jews that so many believing Christians seem to need. This would be bad enough in itself, and an additional reason to deplore the free ride he was given on television, if his trade-off had not been even worse.
Seeking to deflect the charge of anti-Jewish prejudice, Falwell adopted the cause of the most thuggish and demented Israeli settlers, proclaiming that their occupation of the West Bank and Gaza was a holy matter and hoping that they might help to bring on Armageddon and the return of the Messiah. A detail in this ghastly narrative, as adepts of the "Left Behind" series will know, is that the return of the risen Christ will require the mass slaughter or mass conversion of all Jews. This consideration did not prevent Menachem Begin from awarding Falwell the Jabotinsky Centennial Medal in 1980 and has not inhibited other Israeli extremists from embracing him and his co-thinkers ever since. All bigots and frauds are brothers under the skin. Trying to interrupt the fiesta of piety on national television on the night of Falwell's death, I found myself waiting while Ralph Reed went all moist about the role of the departed in empowering "people of faith." Here was the hypocritical casino-based Christian who sought and received the kosher stamp from Jack Abramoff. Perfect.
Like many fanatical preachers, Falwell was especially disgusting in exuding an almost sexless personality while railing from dawn to dusk about the sex lives of others. His obsession with homosexuality was on a par with his lip-smacking evocations of hellfire. From his wobbly base of opportunist fund raising and degree-mill money-spinning in Lynchburg, Va., he set out to puddle his sausage-sized fingers into the intimate arrangements of people who had done no harm. Men of this type, if they cannot persuade enough foolish people to part with their savings, usually end up raving on the street and waving placards about the coming day of judgment. But Falwell, improving on the other Chaucerian frauds from Oral Roberts to Jim Bakker to Ted Haggard, not only had a TV show of his own but was also regularly invited onto mainstream ones.
The evil that he did will live after him. This is not just because of the wickedness that he actually preached, but because of the hole that he made in the "wall of separation" that ought to divide religion from politics. In his dingy racist past, Falwell attacked those churchmen who mixed the two worlds of faith and politics and called for civil rights. Then he realized that two could play at this game and learned to play it himself. Then he won the Republican Party over to the idea of religious voters and faith-based fund raising. And now, by example at least, he has inspired emulation in many Democrats and liberals who would like to borrow the formula. His place on the cable shows will be amply filled by Al Sharpton: another person who can get away with anything under the rubric of Reverend. It's a shame that there is no hell for Falwell to go to, and it's extraordinary that not even such a scandalous career is enough to shake our dumb addiction to the "faith-based."
Great eulogy by Mr. Hitchens. Here are some quotable quotes by the man himself:
"AIDS is not just God's punishment for homosexuals; it is God's punishment for the society that tolerates homosexuals."
"The abortionists have got to bear some burden for [the attacks of Sept. 11] because God will not be mocked. And when we destroy 40 million little innocent babies, we make God mad. I really believe that the pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle, the ACLU, People for the American Way -- all of them who have tried to secularize America -- I point the finger in their face and say, 'You helped this happen.'"
"If you're not a born-again Christian, you're a failure as a human being."
"Christians, like slaves and soldiers, ask no questions."
"I listen to feminists and all these radical gals -- most of them are failures. They've blown it. Some of them have been married, but they married some Casper Milquetoast who asked permission to go to the bathroom. These women just need a man in the house. That's all they need. Most of the feminists need a man to tell them what time of day it is and to lead them home. And they blew it and they're mad at all men. Feminists hate men. They're sexist. They hate men -- that's their problem."
"When you have a godly husband, a godly wife, children who respect their parents and who are loved by their parents, who provide for those children their physical and spiritual and material needs, lovingly, you have the ideal unit."
"The ACLU is to Christians what the American Nazi party is to Jews."
"I am saying pornography hurts anyone who reads it -- garbage in, garbage out."
"I am such a strong admirer and supporter of George W. Bush that if he suggested eliminating the income tax or doubling it, I would vote yes on first blush."
"I believe that global warming is a myth. And so, therefore, I have no conscience problems at all and I'm going to buy a Suburban next time."
"It is God's planet -- and he's taking care of it. And I don't believe that anything we do will raise or lower the temperature one point."
"I truly cannot imagine men with men, women with women, doing what they were not physically created to do, without abnormal stress and misbehavior."
"It appears that America's anti-Biblical feminist movement is at last dying, thank God, and is possibly being replaced by a Christ-centered men's movement which may become the foundation for a desperately needed national spiritual awakening."
"There's been a concerted effort to steal Christmas."
"I hope I live to see the day when, as in the early days of our country, we won't have any public schools. The churches will have taken them over again and Christians will be running them. What a happy day that will be!"
"The First Amendment is not without limits."
"Someone must not be afraid to say, 'moral perversion is wrong.' If we do not act now, homosexuals will 'own' America! If you and I do not speak up now, this homosexual steamroller will literally crush all decent men, women, and children who get in its way ... and our nation will pay a terrible price!"
"If he's going to be the counterfeit of Christ, [the Antichrist] has to be Jewish. The only thing we know is he must be male and Jewish."
"The argument that making contraceptives available to young people would prevent teen pregnancies is ridiculous. That's like offering a cookbook as a cure to people who are trying to lose weight."
"The whole global warming thing is created to destroy America's free enterprise system and our economic stability."
"You'll be riding along in an automobile. You'll be the driver perhaps. You're a Christian. There'll be several people in the automobile with you, maybe someone who is not a Christian. When the trumpet sounds you and the other born-again believers in that automobile will be instantly caught away -- you will disappear, leaving behind only your clothes and physical things that cannot inherit eternal life. That unsaved person or persons in the automobile will suddenly be startled to find the car suddenly somewhere crashes. ... Other cars on the highway driven by believers will suddenly be out of control and stark pandemonium will occur on ... every highway in the world where Christians are caught away from the drivers wheel." (from Falwell's pamphlet "Nuclear War and the Second Coming of Christ")
"God continues to lift the curtain and allow the enemies of America to give us probably what we deserve."
"You know when I see somebody burning the flag, I'm a Baptist preacher I'm not a Mennonite, I feel it's my obligation to whip him. In the name of the Lord, of course. I feel it's my obligation to whip him, and if I can't do it then I look up some of my athletes to help me. But, as long as at 72 I can handle most of the jobs I do it myself, and I don't think it's un-spiritual. When I, when I, when I hear somebody talking about our military and ridiculing and saying terrible things about our President, I'm thinking you know just a little bit of that and I believe the Lord would forgive me if I popped him."
"The Bible is the inerrant ... word of the living God. It is absolutely infallible, without error in all matters pertaining to faith and practice, as well as in areas such as geography, science, history, etcetera."
"The National Organization for Women (NOW) is the National Order of Witches."
"God doesn't listen to Jews."
"Tinky Winky is gay."
Hmmm... And people wonder why I no longer attend church and believe in a fundamental christian society - this is just one miniscule piece of the puzzle as to why I am leaning more to being an agnostic each and every day...
Sunday, 20 May 2007
A Poem on the Go
When we caught up with everyone outside of the Theatre, Tara pointed out a Poet Busker, who would write a poem for you for the price of your spare change. You just had to give him the title of your poem and maybe a minor detail or two.
This is what he wrote for me:
"I Miss Jack"
I Miss Jack - that fine feline fellow
mellow but hot to trot this freak
peeking withall its night vision finding
all the ways in every day that it would
be reminding you to mind it more adoring
soaring claws and hissing awes just to get
a pet set and cuddled this orange
adoreable friend to the end blending
such memories they touched a mist
of tears,
my dear Jack,
I miss you"
Now, that was worth my pocket of change.
Tuesday, 15 May 2007
We ended up chatting until close to 10:30 at night. We ended up talking about some pretty deep and philosophical subjects.
After she left, I tidied up the house until about 11pm and then I headed to bed.
Where I tossed and turned.
And I turned and tossed.
I finally fell into a restless sleep.
I was not asleep for too long when I heard Sean arrive home from his day of flying.
I started dreaming about all of the conversations Quod & I had. Each time I turned over in my sleep (which felt like it was every minute) my mind would race back to our conversations.
I don't think my mind rested all night.
I am hardly awake right now.
The moral of this story??? Don't wax philosophical late at night!
Saturday, 12 May 2007
Thursday, 10 May 2007
A Good Quote
"People like to watch people they don't like even more than watching people they do like"
I guess this explains any stalker personality traits I may have...
CG
Wednesday, 9 May 2007
hmmm... who would've known?
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Sunday, 6 May 2007
Working for the Weekend
Every stressful day at work has me thinking, one more day closer to the weekend . . . hang in there! This thought process has been going on for a few weeks now.
I have been thinking this way because of the usual anxieties that are prevalent at the end of April - when we have our deadline for filing certain documents relating to our financial year end with the stock exchange and various securities commissions throughout the country. Concurrent with this, our company is working on some bigger projects, so I have been juggling a bit more than I could handle for the past few weeks.
But, *phew*, the documents have been filed and now we just have to get ready for our AGM. However, at the end of this month, I am again fighting the deadline of filing our first quarter reports with the stock exchange, securities commissions, etc.
I am aiming to get these reports filed early, since my dear aunt and uncle from the homeland are coming to Canada for a visit at the end of May.
Starting tomorrow, I am going to start riding my mountain bike to work. Sean has indicated that I should ride my road bike, but I get nervous with the gravel that is still on the bike paths. Maybe in a month or so when the paths have been cleaned up, I will hop aboard my road bike, but for now it is the mountain bike.
Well, I am going to go update our flickr website and then I am going to go work on my usual Sunday laundry chores.
Have a good week, everyone!
Tuesday, 1 May 2007
Resurrecting an Old Post
I am just going to resurrect an old post for now...
... a new blog post shall follow this weekend:
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Liars
Skybar suggested that I do a post that is meaningful. One that has a story to tell. A parable of sorts.
His suggestion is a great one.
I have been thinking lately of my supposed sixth sense. Usually, I am very good at sniffing out a fraudulent person. I have the knack to tell if a person is lying. If he/she is going to emotionally drain me and steal all of my positive energy.
In junior high, one girl that was quasi attached to our group was quite the liar. Her lies were pretty drastic and as such, she was transparent. You knew that she was lying. Of course she was not related to the Queen of Portugal. Of course she was not engaged to some boy from Madrid who died of cancer. Yah, yah, the scratches on her arm were scars from her suicide attempt the other night.
In high school, there was a guy who was a more subtle liar. He joined our grade 12 class as that cute looking British guy. He perfected a British accent. He knew a little bit about England. But, he knew nothing about the real England. I caught him in quite a few lies. It got to the point where I said to him, buddy, if you are British then I am African! Then I shouted "Down with Apartheid!"
Recently, I caught someone I know in a few steam blowers of a lie. I had an inkling that something just wasn't right with the person. But, instead of listening to my inner sixth sense that was screaming, "run away and hide, Canagal!", I believed this person's lies. Doozy sets of lies that could knock over the foundations of a friendship.
I decided to ignore the inconsistencies in the person's stories. However, it came to a point that everywhere I turned, the person was lying. Different undergrad majors were obtained. Countries visited increased. Occasions these countries were visited increased. Weird fucked up family stories that moulded and shape shifted faster then my brain could process the stories. Why did I get sucked in by the lies? Why did I give this person so many chances? Why did I never scream foul! Not true! Why oh why did I never raise my fist and shout with defiance "Down with Apartheid"?
Perhaps I want to believe that as we mature the need to pretend to be better or bigger than one actually is diminishes. Perhaps I could not believe that a poised person who exuded so much confidence would hide who they are in a web of lies and half - truths that were at times mentally disturbing.
So, dear children who have gathered around Auntie Canagal's chair, what is the moral of the story? Is there a moral for the story? Maybe you should decide and tell me what your thoughts are.
My suggestion box is open.
CG
posted by CanaGal at 17:17
9 Comments: trying2hide said... Wow. Now that is one sincerely interesting post there Canagal. Sadly there isn't much you can do, short of telling Santa to leave a lump of coal in the stocking rather than a real prize. This person is missing the true prize in life -- love and reality. Apparently big attention getting untruths are (sadly) better looking than the reflection in the mirror. I've known a few. Related to a few. I call them draggers. It sucks.
08 November, 2006 19:26 CanaGal said... u r right, dear friend, they are draggers. I hate the feeling that they have to lie to give them a pseudo edge of superiority. Or, worse, the one uppance that their lives give them. I.E.: "Oh, yah? You went to Hawaii every year as a kid? WELL!. *I* went to the Caribbean every year as a child!", those lies are horrible as well - almost mentally abusive. What do you think?
08 November, 2006 20:25 Jeff Skybar said... I loved the story. I was drawing mental cartoon pictures in my mind of "Down with Apartheid!" You could be well on your way to writing very thought provocative children's books! I mean if parents can't teach their children the value of not lying and embellishing stories, I guess it's up to the people that actually care.
09 November, 2006 10:39 CanaGal said... St Skybar, could you really and truly picture me as a writer of child books? Poor kids, there would be illustrations from Reid on how to buy the perfect bong!
09 November, 2006 12:40 The March Hare said... uhm, what's a bong?!?
09 November, 2006 15:11 CaptainFartlek said... Those who chronically lie, will in the end, be consciencely aware of their fate. That is, surrounded by loneliness. The only difference now, is they have become old, bitter and no one to wipe their crusty butt. What goes around will come around. Its the equilibrum of life.
10 November, 2006 08:32 trying2hide said... In America if you have enough money in the end - you can pay someone to wipe our crusty butt. infinately sad that is. Folk will lie for money.
12 November, 2006 14:01 The Experience said... It can certainly hurt when people aren't who you want them to be. People are who they are and you either love them as they are or you don't. Everyone has been through their share of "disappointments", false expectations projected upon others, but when it comes down to it it's only who we are that really matters. If you're honest with yourself and who you are then those who surround you will be the same. Until then, you can't count on anybody.
13 November, 2006 21:30 ThatDarnViking said... You can only judge people by their own stated principles and values, and of course their tantrums and meltdowns... if they're liars, it's just icing...
Wednesday, 25 April 2007
Silly Me!
This past Saturday, I told Sean to stay lounging in bed, and I would make the coffee and bake the pillsbury dough boy biscuits (that is my version of being a Susy Homemaker!), and bring him breakfast in bed. So, I am downstairs, puttering around in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to finish boiling (we use a french press for our coffee), while I pre-heat the oven and get ready to put the biscuits into the oven.
After I have poured the boiling water into our bodum, I turn to put the biscuits into the now pre-heated oven. That is when I realize that instead of using tin foil on the baking tin, I had used saran wrap!
Yesterday, Sean shaved his head. He asked me to clean up any areas that he might have missed (ie: the wolf hair on his neck). After I did this, I went to trim his eyebrows. Well, as usual, my mind was a thousand miles away and I shaved off Sean's eyebrow.
Maybe I should just stick to accounting.
Tuesday, 24 April 2007
Who Are You?
I am curious, who are you:
216-110-6-4.static.twtelecom.net (Time Warner Telecom Inc)
who has been routing around through my archives?
Monday, 23 April 2007
The Weekend!
What a weekend!
Sean & I spent Saturday working on house projects - Sean worked on the complicated little hallway on our upper floor, so that he could lay down hardwood. Whilst Sean was doing that project, I more or less did the spring cleaning in our basement rec room.
Sunday we caught up with Marns and did a mini-bike ride out in K-Country. Most of the highway on Route 66 was still closed, so we rode our mountain bikes on the road - climbing most of the way. We didn't make it to the top - there was quite a bit of snow on the road still and road riding on mountain bikes takes more work then if you were to ride on your road bike. I had to stop quite a bit, from either a) hacking and coughing (just when you think you are getting better... I guess I was more sick then I would like to admit to myself) or from b) gettting frustrated about the snow!


Although Sean & I didn't really know BK (we met him a few times at some of Reid's gatherings), we did pause for a moment of silence in honour of his memory. I thought about Reid, and how tough these past few months have been for him . . .
Eventually, all 3 of us had enough of the snow biking, and headed back down the hill and did some bike riding through the Beaver Flats campground:
Once back in cowtown, we met up with Lester for lunch, where we all had a good chat for a couple of hours...good times, good friends! That night, Jeff & I went to see the flames lose in 6 to the Red Wings. I think this picture says it all:
Look at the shots on goal 18/44 - it was like the only Flames player that showed up to PLAY was Kipper. He was (as usual) amazing in net and he was the only reason why we even made it to 2 rounds of OT.Thursday, 19 April 2007
Wednesday, 18 April 2007
Thursday, 12 April 2007
Bring out the dead
...
Yup, I am still sick. I feel as if I have the black plague or something nasty of that nature. And yes, I went into work today. Why, you ask? Because I am sick of laying in bed at home watching boring TLC shows about pregnancies and breast feeding.
Anyways, my good friend Steve, who is married to my favouritest gal pal, Sandra (who stopped by my office for a second today - I hope I didn't infect her), sent me this, which made my coming into work to check my emails worth while:
Toodles,
CG
Sunday, 8 April 2007
Blech
Fuck, I feel miserable.
This is CG heading back to bed.
Sunday, 1 April 2007
Wednesday, 28 March 2007
Childless by Choice
Hi everyone,There is a good chance I will be getting some national publicity for the Childless by Choice Project tomorrow (wednesday) and possibly this weekend. I lent some Childless by Choice documentary interview footage to a producer at NBC Nightly News who is doing a short segment titled "Are childfree marriages happier ones?" I gave her a bunch of small clips and I don't know what she will use but when I spoke to her today it sounded like she was going to use some of that footage. I believe she also interviewed No Kidding! spokesperson Vincent Ciaccio, so hopefully both clips will be used in the final edit of the segment. According to the producer, the segment will air on NBC Nightly News:tomorrow-- sometime btwn 5p and 630p-- on various local stations... I'll let you know if WNBC or WHDH pick it up to run... and then offered up for the weekend Nightly News-- TBD if Sat or Sun and you have to check local listings-- some markets the wknd show plays at 630p-- sometimes it 6pEST. We'll see what happens. I am hoping we will make the cut ;-). Best regards to all, Laura
Monday, 26 March 2007
*Phew* it has been a very busy week/weekend! I enjoy being busy, but I am not that happy when I get no time to do laundry! Sean & I only had some "down time" on Tuesday & Thursday of this past week. We were either hosting dinner or going to a friend's house for dinner all week long. It must be the feeling of "spring" that is making us just that much more sociable.
One of the highlights of this past week was going to the Flying Club (where Sean once worked as a dispatcher, and then an instructor) and meeting up with old flying buddies. Speaking of which on Friday afternoon I played hookey from work and we met up with an old colleague of Sean's - it was GREAT to see you again, Sue!! The other highlight was having the gang over to Sean's parent's house for an East Indian nosh. (I will post pics of all of our week's events on my flickr site sometime this week)
I really should write more and do a proper blog about all of our festivities, but I have to prepare for the audit committee meeting.
Have a good week,
CG
Thursday, 22 March 2007
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Wednesday, 21 March 2007
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