Wild Rose Country Premier has done it again. Stepped right into another one. This time it's about the awarding of a lucrative contract to sue tobacco manufacturers to a consortium of law firms that includes one in which her ex-husband toils. Oh, and he was also the head of her transition team.
While technically not illegal, it is nonetheless politically stupid because the Wildrose has jumped all over it with both feet. "I did absolutely nothing wrong," she asserted, stamping her feet and wagging her finger during question period. "I didn't really approve the choice of firms," continued our brilliant leader, in spite of the fact that pictures of her signature on the contract are all over the newspapers. Oops! Problem is, the Conservatives have been in power so long they have lost all sense of reality. Everything they do -- legal and illegal -- is always OK by them.
Alberta is still so young and petulant it absolutely won't vote Liberal because of Pierre Trudeau's national energy policy a hundred years ago. Get over yourselves.
Alison then proceeded to bemoan the fact that "the media are picking on me and my family". Please. If you want to play in the sandbox with the big boys and bullies, you can't act like a "girl" and pull the "poor little me" act when the going gets rough. And blaming the media for your stupidity? Well, that's always a dumb move. Can't work both sides of the street Alison.
Step up and take it like a man.
Friday, November 30, 2012
When you really think about it...
It's not the NHL owners who are the problem, it's the players. I used to think the owners were in the wrong, but I've changed my mind. Why should the players -- who get millions, regardless of whether or not the stands are full -- share in the owners' profits? If they want to do that, then they have to share in the losses, or donate part of their bloated and distended salaries to the team.
That's the logic of it. The players, who take absolutely no risk, have the nerve to demand a percentage of the gate. That's completely ludicrous.
A few years ago, B and I were talking about the preposterous salaries paid NHLers. We came up with this scheme: Every player signed starts out at $100,000. A value is then assigned each goal and salaries increase accordingly. For goalies, compensation would be based on the number of saves. Logical and simple. Of course, it will never happen now, thanks to greedy players, their insatiable families and most particularly avaricious agents.
So, "unreasonable" and "absurd" will continue to define hockey.
That's the logic of it. The players, who take absolutely no risk, have the nerve to demand a percentage of the gate. That's completely ludicrous.
A few years ago, B and I were talking about the preposterous salaries paid NHLers. We came up with this scheme: Every player signed starts out at $100,000. A value is then assigned each goal and salaries increase accordingly. For goalies, compensation would be based on the number of saves. Logical and simple. Of course, it will never happen now, thanks to greedy players, their insatiable families and most particularly avaricious agents.
So, "unreasonable" and "absurd" will continue to define hockey.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
She looks like a cadaver
Seriously. Watching a 2010 movie with Faye Dunaway in it. Oh my G-d! The woman has had waaaaaaaaay toooooooo maaaaaaaany facelifts and botox injections. Her face has been painfully stretched, pulled and yanked and frankly, she looks hideous. She resembles an embalmer's dummy or a cadaver cut open and sewn back up a few too many times by medical students in gross anatomy class before being put back into formaldehyde.
To top it off, she is sporting a long, dark-brown, curly wig which contrasts in a jarring and unfortunate way with her blue-white skin. Sad.
Remember when Faye Dunaway was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen? Oh yes. She was. Why some women refuse to age gracefully is beyond me. Note to self: don't ever be tempted to visit a plastic surgeon!
On the "looks" front, just read about a study on facial hair. Women don't like it; men are intimidated by it. Hear, hear. I totally agree. Facial hair puts me off because it reminds me of the other kind of "unmentionable" hair, but on the face. Yuck.
And, as I have already mentioned, western farmers think beards are for men too lazy to shave in the morning.
To top it off, she is sporting a long, dark-brown, curly wig which contrasts in a jarring and unfortunate way with her blue-white skin. Sad.
Remember when Faye Dunaway was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen? Oh yes. She was. Why some women refuse to age gracefully is beyond me. Note to self: don't ever be tempted to visit a plastic surgeon!
On the "looks" front, just read about a study on facial hair. Women don't like it; men are intimidated by it. Hear, hear. I totally agree. Facial hair puts me off because it reminds me of the other kind of "unmentionable" hair, but on the face. Yuck.
And, as I have already mentioned, western farmers think beards are for men too lazy to shave in the morning.
Monday, November 26, 2012
A sacrilege
I know it was a sacrilege, but I was rooting for the Argos yesterday. Afterall, having "partied" with them in Regina and having been given 50-yard-line tickets, it was the least I could do.
Sitting here in our woolies yesterday, watching the first half, I said to B, "Really, here we are in Calgary and we're plunked at home watching the Grey Cup. We have to go to a sports bar and take in the crazy atmosphere." So we did. I ditched the "woolies", got dressed and off we went.
But by the time we got there, it was obvious the Stamps were just not having a good day. The atmosphere I was seeking had been replaced by decidely-glum-and-saturnine. We sat at the bar -- always the thing to do in a sports bar -- and enjoyed the big-screen TV. It was "oh no!" and "what did he do that for!" from all corners. "I'm actually an Argo fan," I recklessly said to the Dublin-born young manager, who had stopped by to chat. "What!! You better not let that out in here," he cautioned. "Are there any other Argo fans in here?" I asked. None.
The guy sitting beside me chimed in about the game. "I detect an accent," I said. "Are you a Quebecker?" "Oui." And so ensued a great chat in French we both enjoyed, each of us surprised to encounter a fellow french-speaker here in the West. He kept looking at the door. "Are friends joining you?" I asked. "No, I'm waiting for someone I met on-line. She's a gorgeous black woman and I'm excited," this slight, wiry fellow offered. Ahem. "I'm supposed to meet her at 6:30, but if she isn't here by 7, I'm leaving." I told him to hang in there, that she'd be a little late so as to not look too anxious. Sure enough, as we were leaving the parking lot, B said,"There she is, that's her just arriving." Wonder how they hit it off?
Anyway, chatted away with the manager and low and behold, he "comped" our entire order. The guy actually covered the order of an Agro fan on Grey Cup day in Calgary. Actually, I have to admit that happens to me not infrequently here. Why, I have no idea? But as B says, "Nancy talks to everyone."
Try it, it does pay off.
Sitting here in our woolies yesterday, watching the first half, I said to B, "Really, here we are in Calgary and we're plunked at home watching the Grey Cup. We have to go to a sports bar and take in the crazy atmosphere." So we did. I ditched the "woolies", got dressed and off we went.
But by the time we got there, it was obvious the Stamps were just not having a good day. The atmosphere I was seeking had been replaced by decidely-glum-and-saturnine. We sat at the bar -- always the thing to do in a sports bar -- and enjoyed the big-screen TV. It was "oh no!" and "what did he do that for!" from all corners. "I'm actually an Argo fan," I recklessly said to the Dublin-born young manager, who had stopped by to chat. "What!! You better not let that out in here," he cautioned. "Are there any other Argo fans in here?" I asked. None.
The guy sitting beside me chimed in about the game. "I detect an accent," I said. "Are you a Quebecker?" "Oui." And so ensued a great chat in French we both enjoyed, each of us surprised to encounter a fellow french-speaker here in the West. He kept looking at the door. "Are friends joining you?" I asked. "No, I'm waiting for someone I met on-line. She's a gorgeous black woman and I'm excited," this slight, wiry fellow offered. Ahem. "I'm supposed to meet her at 6:30, but if she isn't here by 7, I'm leaving." I told him to hang in there, that she'd be a little late so as to not look too anxious. Sure enough, as we were leaving the parking lot, B said,"There she is, that's her just arriving." Wonder how they hit it off?
Anyway, chatted away with the manager and low and behold, he "comped" our entire order. The guy actually covered the order of an Agro fan on Grey Cup day in Calgary. Actually, I have to admit that happens to me not infrequently here. Why, I have no idea? But as B says, "Nancy talks to everyone."
Try it, it does pay off.
Friday, November 23, 2012
It's only 7 a.m!
Lighten up! I swim with a middle-aged woman I have always suspected of being "a problem". This is the phrase I have used over the years with my kids to describe a person or situation I don't like. We could be standing in the checkout line at the supermarket, we could be in the library, we could be on an airplane, we could be at the movies, we could be at the drug store, we could be at a concert..........you name it, that was my stock phrase whenever someone was making a scene or taking too long. "This person is a problem," I would say, and the kids always knew exactly what I meant.
Being "a problem" means that someone is causing some kind of disturbance -- big or small, doesn't matter. My mother referred to it as "making a fuss". She hated it.
Anyway, "F" now fits perfectly into the "problem" category. "Well, I'm here," is usually what she says when I cheerily ask how she is in the locker room at 7 a.m. Everything is always "oh dear" and "ho hum" and "I don't know yet" and "my daughter had an accident"...........
But today clinched it. When I raved about The Stampeder Horse getting into the lobby of the Royal York Hotel, she sneered: "I hate those people. There's so much to worry about in the world and all they do is try to get a horse into a hotel." I suggested she "lighten up", it's just good fun. "And I object to all professional sports," she added for bad measure. "These people are ridiculous."
Well, at that superior pronouncement I just had to tell her about meeting the Argos in Regina and getting my picture taken with them and getting their autographs -- just to be a further annoyance. She told me that was ridiculous too. "Obviously, you're an ideologue," I added. "I just have fun."
To top it all off, this sanctimonious preaching comes from an American who ended up in Calgary because her husband dodged the draft in the '70s. And she brags about not having Canadian citizenship, yet still collecting CPP! As I said, she's a problem.
Being "a problem" means that someone is causing some kind of disturbance -- big or small, doesn't matter. My mother referred to it as "making a fuss". She hated it.
Anyway, "F" now fits perfectly into the "problem" category. "Well, I'm here," is usually what she says when I cheerily ask how she is in the locker room at 7 a.m. Everything is always "oh dear" and "ho hum" and "I don't know yet" and "my daughter had an accident"...........
But today clinched it. When I raved about The Stampeder Horse getting into the lobby of the Royal York Hotel, she sneered: "I hate those people. There's so much to worry about in the world and all they do is try to get a horse into a hotel." I suggested she "lighten up", it's just good fun. "And I object to all professional sports," she added for bad measure. "These people are ridiculous."
Well, at that superior pronouncement I just had to tell her about meeting the Argos in Regina and getting my picture taken with them and getting their autographs -- just to be a further annoyance. She told me that was ridiculous too. "Obviously, you're an ideologue," I added. "I just have fun."
To top it all off, this sanctimonious preaching comes from an American who ended up in Calgary because her husband dodged the draft in the '70s. And she brags about not having Canadian citizenship, yet still collecting CPP! As I said, she's a problem.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
I told you it would happen
Calgary Stampeder fans got their horse into the lobby of the Royal York Hotel today. These fans are rabid and will not be denied.
Apparently, the hotel originally barred the doors, but relented later in the day after the horse had been paraded around downtown Toronto, into office buildings and pubs. Someone in the publicity department used his head and realized it would have been a PR disaster to have forbade the horse entry. And by the way, the horse left a sizeable calling card on the sidewalk when first disbarred to show his displeasure. Perfect for Torontonians.
Game day, the Stampeders' horse will also be allowed right onto the field. He will take his place on the sidelines, but will not be allowed to gallop up and down whenever the Stamps get a touchdown. With so many "over-refreshed" fans careening about, that's a good thing!
So, alls well that ends well. Can't wait to see it on the news later!
Apparently, the hotel originally barred the doors, but relented later in the day after the horse had been paraded around downtown Toronto, into office buildings and pubs. Someone in the publicity department used his head and realized it would have been a PR disaster to have forbade the horse entry. And by the way, the horse left a sizeable calling card on the sidewalk when first disbarred to show his displeasure. Perfect for Torontonians.
Game day, the Stampeders' horse will also be allowed right onto the field. He will take his place on the sidelines, but will not be allowed to gallop up and down whenever the Stamps get a touchdown. With so many "over-refreshed" fans careening about, that's a good thing!
So, alls well that ends well. Can't wait to see it on the news later!
This is what Canada is all about!
This video clip brought tears to my eyes....................
http://www.youtube.com/embed/e_m4FjlPLO4?rel=0
http://www.youtube.com/embed/e_m4FjlPLO4?rel=0
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