Wells & Christmas & Ugly Things

Here's a picture of Travis lifting up the Well Drilling Rig on our driveway. I bet him a toonie he couldn't do it and now I'm out 2 bucks.


He can use it for their much delayed honeymoon and Christmas shopping.

It's been a longer year than usual because it really started back in October of 2008 when Dad died. Then we had Janna's broken foot, Janna and Travis's Wedding, my heart surgery, Brie heading off to Geneva, then my Mom moved into a home, then my Mom died, having to sell her house and having more heart problems. I'll be glad when this year is over. I think the low lights out weighed the highlights if not equaling them. It can only get better from here.

Sometimes when you review things you forget to include some bright little things because the ugly things seem so big. I wrote that last paragraph and thought, Wait a minute you forgot about all the visits we had over the year what a goof. My cousins came to visit, Allan & Deb, Phylis & Dave, Maureen, and the boys came Marc & Cory, then there was Norm & Helen, Sister Linda, Brother Jim and our friends Carole & Terry. I didn't include all the visits from J&T or Brie and I probably missed a few more visitors like Lynn and Dale. But hey I'm only human or at least a good portion of me still is. All in all I guess it was a difficult year but we have been surround by a supportive family and friends. I hate this time of the year I get even more mushy than usual. Sniff Sniff and then honk.

Finally, thanks to my parents we are Drilling a Well. This will give us some independence from the Strata. Right now they at the 240' mark and hopefully they will hit water soon. Either they hit water or I have very expensive 300' by 8 inch hole on the edge of our driveway. I guess I'll know later today.

Have a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.

40 Words for Sorrow

I can't help myself, Tom Waits would comment and I must comment.

I have been reading a Canadian Author, and amazingly have read over 295 pages of point 8 type in little more than 2 days. That in itself is impressive, just ask my family. The book is call Forty words for Sorrow by Giles Blunt, pick it up it's worth the read.


The book of course has nothing to do with my rant other than the villains are monsters. In this rant the villains are the moronic media and the state of media particularly in the USA are monsters (we're not much better).

I am of course talking about Tiger Woods and the brutal disgusting, continual attacks on him and his family. I am not saying what he did was right. In my opinion Mr. Woods has been managed , controlled and been a Puppet for the Tiger machine since he was 4 years old. After every win at a tournament he has been told what to say, not what to say, when to smile, when to laugh, pump his arm in the air and look concerned.

Disaster always starts with one mistake. The minute he tried to escape the control in his life, the minute he rebelled, He knew his life was screwed and nothing would change that fact. It really didn't matter whether he got drunk, smoked a joint or cheated at mini golf, his life path was altered. That's when that dragon I mentioned before showed up. It doesn't matter who you are. It will wrap its' tail around you and say something like, "Hey, listen you already screwed up doing that thing you did and you're toast if any one finds out right? One more won't hurt, HEY damned if you and damned if you don't, know what I mean?"

In the book I'm reading Blunt mentions that the Inuit have 40 words for snow. He thinks we need 40 words for sorrow. Forty words for sorrow wouldn't help Tiger Woods because even if he had them and used them, the media would cheapen the words. I don't care how much he has made or is worth, I don't care who the central character of this story is!

The coverage of this 'situation' is a scandal. Shame on you, there are way more important stories to cover.

My Favourite Kid's Story

I am a big Tom Waits fan. He's not only a great song writer, he's a great story teller. This story is from his CD Orphans. He has new CD out called Glitter and Doom Live. It is live performances from around the world. Included is an extra disc of Tom Tales which is hilarious. Check out his website.

The images on this video were the only things I had on hand, they are of me, Molly and Brando during last summer's heat wave. We had heard that to cool the dogs we had to get a bucket of cool water and a towel. You then soak the towel and rub their tummies with the water. I knew what was going on in the video and it seemed funny. However my brother-inlaw stopped by yesterday for a visit and pointed out that it looked a little crude. I didn't realize how rude this looks on tape until I saw it through someone's eyes. It's still funny though.

I think I'll get busy and redo the little video to match the words.

There's your story, Night Night go to Sleep.