im here

Get there, get now.

2 more days until the big move.
Did I forget to mention I am moving to Saskatchewan on Friday?
WEll thats my style if I did.

really I dont know what else to say... other than you better throw me a wikid going away party withen the next 48 hours... and you better throw me a big welcome party 48 hours past that!
See ya'll in Saskatchewan!!!

chucknorrisfacts.com

A Chuck Norris-delivered Roundhouse Kick is the preferred method of execution in 16 states.

Chuck Norris doesn't actually write books, the words assemble themselves out of fear.

Chuck Norris CAN believe it's not butter.

If tapped, a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick could power the country of Australia for 44 minutes.

Chuck Norris can divide by zero.

The grass is always greener on the other side, unless Chuck Norris has been there. In that case the grass is most likely soaked in blood and tears.

Chuck Norris invented black. In fact, he invented the entire spectrum of visible light. Except pink.

Nobody doesn't like Sara Lee. Except Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris grinds his coffee with his teeth and boils the water with his own rage.

Little known medical fact: Chuck Norris invented the Caesarean section when he roundhouse-kicked his way out of his monther's womb.

Chuck Norris doesn't bowl strikes, he just knocks down one pin and the other nine faint.

It takes Chuck Norris 20 minutes to watch 60 Minutes.

Chuck Norris can touch MC Hammer

Chuck Norris played Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun and won.

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if at first you don't succeed, you're not Chuck Norris.

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Chuck Norris doesn't breathe, he holds air hostage.

Guns don't kill people. Chuck Norris kills People.

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The chief export of Chuck Norris is Pain.

HI TREVOR

this is me "waving at you"
im glad you said hi, gives me a reason to use this picture.
i couldnt think of anyother, other than it absolutly takes my breath away, im serious... look at that sucker,
gasp

A pen that doesnt write still has ink.

So its been a really long time. I realize this and will now take the next 4 hours to make up for it. I have a lot of thoughts that I really do believe people might be interested in... but I also do not have a way of tranfering those thoughts as they happen to my blog... which usually means by the time I am ready to blog the thought is gone.
so its bloggy time. watch out ma and pa and get yer spectilcles on because this is going to be long.

hawk-sley

You know
I have put off writing this entry on Hawksley for 8 days now.
You want to know why?


>speechless<

Its not even a question of whether or not the show was good.
Infact when people ask me I often just star, mouth ajar, not knowing how to put into words the wonder that was hawksley.
Even DURING the show I was the same warbling idiot. I dont think I even clapped...
I just watched... a tear or two perhaps at times.
I am pretty critical, hell im a walking Robert Ebert
but this musician had me from Paper shoes one idle saskatchewan afternoon, sun beating down as I drove my car in no direction in particular and when I heard this song I stopped, the way I do to listen to trains at night, and I listend and I said
Damn.
And ever since then I have been pretty hooked (cole calls it obsessed and she might be on to somthing)
It was astonighing, im not kidding
it was not only a musical wonder it was hilarious.
I could have listend to the man talk for hours.
He was funny and classy and (not drunk at all) and he has the most adorable accent that I cant quite put my finger on but its somewhere inbetween stuck up man from england who has lived in the eastern provinces for 17 years and the voice jonny depp used as the pirate in the pirates of the carribean movie.
Sexy though, people SEX-Y.
incredibly... you get that point.
What a strange man though. Under his grey suit was a vibrant green striped job that we were able to see during the SEXIEST randition of Tarantulove that would be LEGAL (nipple rubbing included) (i have to get off the sexy train for the sake of the male readers, but hell if I was a guy I would be gay for him)
and ontop of his bald head (BALD???) a fedora covering a red bandana.
You havent seen live music until you have seen Hawksley Workman, with talking in all the right places and the way he switches suddenly from one of his hits into someone elses hit.... "They shot a movie once... in my home town"
Great.
he did it all. He played guitar, banjo, harmonica, glocinspeil and whistled like a king.
So it is settled, it was aw-inspiring to say the least.
Oh to be inside that brain for mere moments, the things I could learn.
So thats it , now I need to wipe the drool off my keyboard, contain my wild teenage admiration (i have decided to keep some things from my teenage years, and my obsessive admiration is one of those things) and get on with my life. Although know I am tempted to quit my job, but an orange van and spend the rest of my days following him from show to show, squeegying windows in the streets to buy my tickets... that wont get old. Will it?
Anyways, enough enough, this is not like me, im so imbarased
sam> lets never mention this ok?
ok

Jack ass #$*#*$@*#$*#%&$*&%*$&#

There once was a kid from ontario
who made my life real scario
and now I see him in his car
every day as I travel to work afar
and I scream obsenities as loud as I can Bare-io

Sad Part One

After 4 years of having the same (amazing wonderful, stupdendous, incredible, angelic) counslor off and on.
well folks. Its over.
What a strange world we live in.
I dont do goodbyes well she said
so I left. I mean.
I am strong.
like... ox...
like.. like... lip quiver...
bawling.
What a rough day that was.
If you have never had the same ((amazing wonderful, stupdendous, incredible, angelic) counslor for that long you might not undestand, but its so strange to share every ounce of your life with someone, so personally and then walk away for ever and not be allowed to see them again.
Sally sad.
its like mourning the death of a loved one.
I shall buy a lilac tree and I will name this lilac tree Marigold.
no not after anyone, but merigold is a nice name.... just for fun
and this tree will be my ontario tree of all the things and people I love.


Now, unto REALLY mourning the death of a loved one

Sad part two

My dear sweet Jessie, I know a lot of people said she was funny looking, and a lot of people commented on her lack of brains but you know a lot of people also commented on her gentle nature and her totally happy out look on everything biscuit related.
She ran fast, but neigh, not fast enough.
My poor dog was hit by a car 2 weeks ago and while it is ironic she only escaped the yard twice in her life, she got hit both times.... it is not only ironic but incredibly sad. The first time the van was dented but she ok, this time it was the other way around. It was dark, its was raining, she was blind in the eye of uncomming traffic.
So here it is my ode to jessie.



Jessie was born into the raceing world in 1998. She lived with hundreds of other puppies and managed to live through the first puppy cull the racing world does at age 5 months. The best are taken and the rest are gassed. She raced for over a year in the state of New England before she was retired at the ancient age of 3. She was purchased from the hands of the Gas Man by a loving couple who rescues these doomed dogs and brouhgt to ontario where they tried to un-do the years of kennel wounds and of teeth truly rotten thanks to a life time of ground beef and sawdust dinners. She was social and sweet as anything when I met her. I took my Dog Jake to pick her out of about 30 other Grey hounds. She was a slow learner, had never seen grass.... or mirrors... or glass.... or well anything that wasnt a track and a truck and a cage. She was so wonderful to watch as she experuanced new things... like skunks and stairs. She fit in very well with the routine around her and would spend her weeks in a town called embro with a friend of mine who baby sat her for me while I was at work. There she got aquainted with 2 weiner dogs and a yard full of sand good for digging.
She movd out west on an airplane with me and destroyed one basement apartment (but oh the memories and the fun of restoring the place with 30 minuts till the land lord got there) She then moved back to ontario on an airplane and a year later moved back to Saskatchewan to join us at our house. We built a fence and a dog door into the house and she was set. We walked her everyday and answered non stop questions about such a strange looking animal.
She tried to eat 2 cats in my time of owning her, and one small dog.... not in a visious way... just more of a ... I am pretty sure I am supposed to eat you kind of way...
Her and Jake were inseperable. She would allow him to bath her daily, including the inside of her mouth. And she would allow him to give up his bed if she thought fit. They played so nicly together and if you took him away without her she would practilly chew her leg off to get to him if need be,
She was a good dog.
She was hit around 9 by good friends of my parents, who were not speeding. She died half an hour later in chads arms as he rubbed her head and told her she was a good dog while I ... well you know me, I stayed upstairs doing what ever it is I do when somthing terrible happens... a mixture of cry/panicking. But we all know chad will make the better paramedic in this family.
She was unconsious from the impact thank goodness. Jake was pretty messed up for a few days, but he seems ok now. i havent been able to leave him home alone though for my own sake and he comes to work with me everyday where we find an hour or two to chase ducks and go the dog park.
Its the saddest thing and you dont realize how sad it will be until it happens, but wow they really are a part of the family.
But hey, the denial wears off eventually and then the saddness sets in.
ooo let her honest feet shuffle close to heavens landing.
only the good die young