Well, old blog, you are starting to be a little bit like an old pair of shoes that have holes in them and sit in the closet once a new pair of shoes that are more comfortable have been bought.

 

We've had some great memories, like the time I tried to milk people for comments in a shameless fashion.  Or that time when I was getting a pool table.  Or that time when I put photos on you.  You gave me my first 1000 visits.  Good times, man.  Good times. 

 

See you around.

I am changing over to blogger to see if I like it better.

 

Here is the link:

 

 

You may want to note the instructions about comments in my first post.

 

Peace

After my last billiards related post being such a downer, this is indeed a welcome change.  I have found my pool table.  After saving every red cent that I have gotten as a gift for the last year and a half, I now have almost enough for a good used table, or so I thought.  Then I find a pool table warehouse in Calgary that lets me pick it up for cheap, and almost within budget.  That is stupendous.  So today I will go to Calgary and try to pick it up.  A picture is enclosed to go with this entry. 

 

So excited.

No one is keeping track or anything, but I have a feeling that my visitor number is now above 900.  Like the passing of any important milestone, this shall be celebrated with: "Yar, I am not attractive."

 

Funny story: on the fourth of July, My wife and I go to her grandma's birthday party, at which there are two young American ladies that have and are going to join the family soon.  My wife's grandpa, who has been known for the occasional awkward moment (i.e. - patting his grandson's girlfriend on the bottom, and after realizing that this was perhaps not the most kosher thing to do, tries to make it right by patting his grandson's bottom), hands out small pieces of paper that have a few verses written on them.  My wife and I are a little confused at first, trying to see the connection with Grandma's birthday and "America the Beautiful," but about halfway through the second verse I remember that it is July the fourth, and therefore, Happy Independence Day! 

 

Remember that hornet's nest that equalled the butt?  Well, I showed it.  A can of wasp killer and a blissful minute of glory at midnight later and the problem is no more.  The next day, out of curiousity, I decide to check out how many of the little vermicious knids are in there.  I'm thinking about a dozen or so.  I mean, this nest is only the size of a tennis ball.  Nope ... try 35!  It is as if their whole existence is for procreating and wreaking havoc on ad hoc passers by.  There were at least a dozen squirming grubs that were waiting to turn into vermicious knids, but I guess they will never realize that dream.  HA ha ha ha HA!  Stupid insects on their way to wherever my garbage gets hauled to: 0,  Nater: 1.

You will notice to the right that there are some new photos added.  Yes, it is a make shift pool table on the floor in our basement.  Perk - old basement being so old that red carpet is hip and trendy again.  I have been saving and scheming and hoping for a pool table for the last while, some day my dream will be a reality.  Current obstacle, pool tables expensive and not in abundance 'round these parts.  Also, TV room in basement can be TV room or pool room, but have trouble being both.  Sigh.

Surfin' up and down on the thing they call 'net,

Checkin' all my e-mails and what do I get?

Some gal tellin' me that she is all alone;

Might as well be dancin' and say "pick up the phone."

 

Some dudes shoutin' at me 'bout the latest cheap meds,

Or maybe saying something 'bout being good in bed.

You want I should stuff all my cash in those stocks?

Or checking if my credit is down on the rocks?

 

You're hopin' that I'll give you my Mastercard nums,

And won't call the cops on you phony ad bums.

Cloggin' up my inbox like a rancid piece of stew,

Get out of my life, 'fore I pity the foo.

 

 

 

 

Nothing like a little improv rap-style poetry to soothe the recurring spam rage.

So, July 1st in Rosemary, Alberta is a big deal.  And with my wife growing up there and all, that is likely where we will be on July 1st for many moons to come.  This past weekend was no exception.  Antique tractor pulls, snowmobile races, strong man competition, a parade, dancing, and fireworks to end the night.  Good times had by all.

 

This past Canada Day, after the fireworks display, My wife and I went to her parents' house to wait for the traffic congestion to clear out, and eat a leftover crepe.  The crepe was good.  Then, the phone rings...

 

Tension mounts!

 

It is someone from their church that lives a good three to four miles away, and they have come home to think that their house had been broken into!  A screen door was busted through.  Cautiously investigating the situation, they survey the damage, and discover a dog hiding in their closet.  None other than my wife's parents' dog.  Apparently fireworks that are a good three to four miles away can scare a dog enough to run three to four miles in the opposite direction and break into a house and hide in a closet.

 

The moral of the story is, always say yes to leftover crepes.