Busy Bee

I did make it to Geoff’s work to help pack, and I was able to watch my movie Party Monster. I read the book (also under the title of Disco Bloodbath) months ago, and it was pretty much like the movie. I knew a lot of the actors, which made it fun. I wouldn’t recommend the movie unless you’ve read the book, or are familiar with the story. I’ve been waiting forever to see the movie, and it was as good as I expected.

I’m hoping to talk Geoff into seeing a movie this weekend. Either Spider-Man 2, or maybe Scooby Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed (playing at the $1 theatre).

I’ll end with a quote from Party Monster.

Michael: You and I are like two peas in a pod.

James: I pity the pod.

Intended To Blog

I had all intentions of blogging today, but I don’t know. This morning I have some tests at the hospital, Geoff has asked me to come help with his move (he’s moving to the Aurora campus), and I have a movie I have to watch. Since I’m working Wednesday and Thursday, I only have today free to watch my movie.

We watched C-Span last night for a bit. It had CBC coverage of the election, so we were able to see that it was going to be a Liberal Minority Government.

I gotta run. Have to get ready to go for my tests. If I can I’ll blog again this afternoon.

Typical Weekend

Okay, so I said I’d write if the recipe was a success. It was. We made fudge. For dinner tonight, we had ribs, made with the top secret Armstrong bbq sauce. Even I am not privy to it. 🙂 It was a nice change of pace for us, and we got them for a great price at Safeway.

Work was good. We have a very busy week ahead, as our dept isn’t open Friday-Monday due to the Fourth of July. So I’ll have to work Monday, Wednesday, Thursday. I may trade my Monday afternoon for the Thursday, as I don’t think I get overtime, and Monday afternoon is my least favorite shift.

Our church moves to a summer schedule tomorrow, only one service instead of two. So we’ll get to sleep in. And the best news, Geoff made cinnamon buns for breakfast tomorrow. Yes, I do know how lucky I am. 🙂

I look forward to hearing about who will win the Canadian Federal election on Monday. We never sent in our information to allow us to vote. It’s fine, we don’t live there, we shouldn’t have a say in it. But all my Canuck friends, you had better vote. I don’t really care for whom, just vote!

We’re in for a week of rain. Joy! If it clears up next weekend, we’ll go hiking.

I’ll close with a quote from Last Action Hero. A movie that is pretty darn funny, and doesn’t get enough credit.

Danny Madigan: You think you are funny, don’t you?

Jack Slater: I know I am. I’m the famous comedian Arnold Braunschweiger.

Danny Madigan: Schwarzenegger!

Jack Slater: Gesundheit.

Ennis, Ireland

My friend Rod (& his wife Diana) are in Ireland, and he sends me emails about his adventures over there. I laughed out loud at this story, and since I have little to share, I thought I’d post it. To preface it, they went into town to do some laundry and shopping. Rod struck up a conversation with a man sitting in the plaza, Paddy.

A little later two women in their 30s came and sat by the column.  They were talking and didn’t seem to be having a problem until, suddenly; one woman started screaming at the other.  Apparently the other woman has accused her daughter of “strolling the catwalk”.  This is apparently Irish slang for being a hooker.  They were yelling at each other.  One accusing, the other denying.  Finally they got up to leave and I started to breathe a little easier.  Just that quickly, on the sidewalk right in front of me, the mother takes a swing at the other woman and the donnybrook began.  There were slaps, punches, hair pulling, pushing and general bad language all over the place.  Soon the daughter in question, looked about 17, came back and tried to break the women up.  No luck.  These were no lightweights and they each had a pretty good grip on the other’s hair.  Finally a truce was called.  The mother lost a big hunk of her hair and the other woman had a bloody nose.  They walked off and order was restored. 

When Diana came back I tried to tell her all this and she wouldn’t believe me so I let it drop.  We walked back to the laundry and after paying 18 Euro, the cost to launder three pairs of pants at the hotel, for the entire batch we walked to the corner to catch a cab back to the hotel.  After we settled in the cab the driver asked if we were enjoying ourselves and I said that the weather was sure good and so was the entertainment in the main square.  And he says, “Oh, you mean the dustup between the two women?”  I thought Diana was going to choke.  The cab driver already knew about it and it had only happened about 30 minutes before.  Turns out he was waiting in his cab at a cabstand just down the street and saw the whole thing.  When we got back to the hotel an armored car was there picking up the deposit.  As we passed the guard in the hall he asked if we were having a good day and Diana said, “Yes we are and my husband saw some free entertainment on the square.”  To which he says, “The catfight earlier today?” I couldn’t believe it.  He knew about it too.  Wow, this is a smaller town than I thought.

I am back at the hospital next week for more tests. But I am happy (I guess) that we’ll be able to work on what’s wrong with me, instead of all this waiting. Dawn, thank you for the wonderful email. It meant a lot to me.

I think I’m going to tackle a new recipe tonight. I have the chocolate craving, and so I hope to satisfy that. If it’s successful, you’ll hear about it.

I’m closing with a quote from last week’s episode of Monk.

Disher: I can tell you what time it is all around the world. (Looks at watch) It’s 5:30 here; Denver, 3:30; California, 12:17; in Paris. . .time has stopped.

Not Like I Have Anything to Say

I feel like I should post, not because I have anything to say, but to prevent emails from fanatical readers. 🙂

I am meeting with a reproductive specialist this week. I’m nervous about it. Mostly because I don’t know what to expect. I have some idea, but the anticipation is killing me.

On a different note, the Monk season premiere was awesome! I love Disher’s little crush on Sharona. I thought the scene in the hospital was great, I was nearly in shock thinking it wasn’t going to end the way it did.

I was back at the library today to get more books on Scotland. Today I read Scotland For Dummies, which was actually pretty helpful. I emailed the hotel to request a room overlooking the Clyde (I hope they will honor it), and for them to recommend a distillery near Glasgow. From my research, there appears to be only one in the Glasgow/Clyde Valley area, and it’s one that ICS has also planned to visit. But Geoff and I will be able to go on our own, since the bus runs there. I contacted one outside Edinburgh to find out if it’s accessible. Most of these distilleries give you a complimentary dram, so lucky Geoff, he can have mine. 🙂 We haven’t gone yet, and I already go again. Next time I hope we can stay longer.

If there is one thing I am working on, it would be loving my enemies. It’s a daily reminder that God calls me to love my enemies, and the enemy I struggle with is Michael Moore. He just irks me, the sight of him gets my blood boiling. It’s worse when he opens his mouth. I could dedicate a whole blog to what my problem with him is. I just think he’s completely biased, and he expects everyone to take his “work” as gospel. My dictionary says the definition of Documentary is: a film or TV program presenting the facts about a person or event. I have a friend who saw Bowling For Columbine and then proceeded to tell me how great it must be to be from Canada, where it’s a gun-free utopia. I’m sorry, that’s not the Canada I’m from. I’m not going to go into this anymore. Suffice to say I don’t like Mike, I don’t (& won’t) support his work, and I’m resigned to pray for the man. I’ll love him as much as God will let me. 🙂

Bill Clinton is going to do a book signing in Denver next month. Oh Joy! The morning news showed all the people lined up at the Tattered Cover to get his book and their ticket to come back next month to get his autograph. His book, and the Reagan funeral brought me to ask my fellow co-workers, do you still call a former President “President”? The consensus was it depends on your view of them. Generally you should address them as “Mister”, but if you were fond of them, you can address them as “President”. But when you refer to them, you should refer to them as former President. Everyone on tv was calling Bill “President Clinton”. I’m sure someone out there has the answer to this question, and I’d welcome that email or comment.

I’ll close with two quotes from The American President that kinda of sum up this post.

President Andrew Shepherd: You want free speech? Let’s see you acknowledge a man whose words make your blood boil who is standing center stage advocating at the top of his lungs that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours.

Sydney Ellen Wade: How do you have patience for people who claim they love America, but clearly can’t stand Americans?

Happy Father’s Day

Yesterday after my shift at the museum, Geoff came to pick me up and we took a walk around Ferrill Lake, which is beside the museum and the zoo. The fountains outside of DMNS were on, and it would have made for a great picture, but I didn’t have my camera. Maybe next week. Just steps away from Ferrill Lake is Duck Lake which is just outside the zoo. It was a great chance to get some fresh air, between all the rain we’ve had this week.

Found out that Lloyd Brown passed away. The Brown’s are old family friends, and I wasn’t very shocked by the news. He’s had cancer for some time, so it’s nice that he can rest in peace. My mom will attend the funeral on Monday. I had just mentioned Lloyd to Colin last week, so it was strange timing. All four of the Brown children babysat Colin I, and to show how small Edmonton is, Doug’s old boss at Moxies is married to the oldest Brown daughter. My heart goes out to them all at this time.

We watched Duplex last night. Since we had seen the movie before it was totally finished, we wanted to see what changes had been made. It was pretty much the same, a few new scenes, and they changed the ending.

Today is Father’s Day, and it’s the first Father’s Day since I lost my dad. I sometimes wonder if I’ll someday forget the sound of his voice, or how he used to laugh. He was a neat guy.

I’ll close with a quote from Big Daddy.

Homeless Guy: Sonny was real nice to the kid. Wish my father was like him. My father was a military man. Guess I wasn’t such a good soldier. Anyways, when I was 35, he tried to give me a crew cut while I was asleep. I woke up, broke his arm, haven’t seen him since. I’d rather live in a dumpster then under his freaky ass rules! (Notices a McDonald’s bag in Sonny’s hand) Anyways, I think Sonny Koufax should be acquitted of all the charges. If O.J. can get away with murder, why can’t Sonny have his kid? (points at a black man) This guy knows what I’m talking about! No more questions!

Quiz Crazy

:: how nintendo are you? ::

Simon and Hecubus
You are Hecubus! I knew it! Evil! Evil after all
this time! You are imminently evil! Your life
is consumed by doing evil deeds like blocking
your Master’s car in the driveway or showing up
drunk to the taping of your EVIL show. You
don’t have many friends, in fact you only have
two, Simon-who is really more of your Master,
and Mr.Vodka! Deep down you may seem like a
nice person…no, nevermind you are evil to the
core. Now, repeat after me, Owa tana siam!

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