Posted in holidays, just for fun, snow on March 25, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I am back and I bring with me some great Easter pics.
Nope, no bunnies in these ones, whether real or over-sized and frequenting the closest mall. No weird-o eggs that are every color of the rainbow (what are those chickens smoking anyway?!). Nothing pastel to be seen here.
See, the fact that Easter is early this [...]
Posted in Family, Just life, canoeing, snow on March 17, 2008 | 4 Comments »
That is me, circa 1997.
Behind me is my crazy father.
Yes, that is a field of snow.
And yes… that is most definitely a canoe.
Allow me to explain.
You see, that particular winter we received a storm that delivered a lot of freezing rain over a couple of days. The result was a crust of ice several inches thick on [...]
Posted in snow, winter on March 10, 2008 | No Comments »
This is a *lot* of snow.
I mean, I’m sure there are places in Canada with more snow but this is more snow than we have had in this area in a looong time. This will mean more to those that know my parents’ house but for the rest of you … trust me: this really [...]
Posted in Curling on March 10, 2008 | No Comments »
You haven’t lived until you have curled a Friday night game, partied until 3 am, and then curled again at 8:30 am (beer in hand, of course). Then on Saturday you curl two more games to win third place in your league. I know what you’re thinking and yes, that all might be fine if you [...]
Posted in Music, tribute on March 3, 2008 | 6 Comments »
Jeff Healey wrote my favorite song of all time.
This song represents a time in my life when abandon and rebellion and yes, even love, manifested themselves in the form of a boy named Troy. He wore a jean jacket, smoked cigarettes, and had a potty mouth. He had eyes that sparkled this light color green that [...]
Posted in Just life on March 3, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Come and listen to a story ’bout my weekend trip,
’bout the two Logue sisters on quite a snowy trek (and Maggie the dog, too).
On Saturday we went shoein’ to the camp
With supplies strapped on like a couple of tramps.
Foot travelers, that is. Hikers.
…
Well the next thing you know the wine was nearly gone,
Then [...]
