This and That in Calgary

"I used to do it in two, maybe three, but after that it was always three -- usually four," said a swimming friend who also golfs.  She was referring to putting and how hers went completely downhill after she took a lesson.  "Dumb," she said, adding that she also took a swing lesson which ruined her game for months. 

I've heard that.  Never take a lesson and don't think about your swing.  But, as you know, I don't play.  Can't hit the effing ball because the club is too long and the ball too small. 

Completed a sad task this morning; tossed all my remaining flowers over the back fence into the field behind.  In the process, almost stepped on a dead mouse, one I killed on purpose.  We have had them living under our back patio for the summer and I did not want them to somehow burrow into the basement.  So I bought a contraption with poison pellets.  It took three cubes to do the job, as the mice seemed to love them, but today I found one victim.  I will continue to put out more to ensure they are gone.  Sad, I know, but necessary.

After only two-and-a-half months of actual Sumer, Fall has definitely arrived in Calgary.  And the furnace is humming.   

With their faces hanging out

The family and tribe of murdered Indian teen, Tina Fontaine, have come out aggressively to blame all the "systems" to which she had been referred for her tragic death.  You name it, it was the fault of the police, the foster care system and everyone else you can think of that she met an untimely end.  In fact, a number of "system" workers were trying to help her the day she died.  What of it, claims the family who neglected her in the first place.   

Hey, does it not occur to them to be ashamed to the back teeth that she had to be taken into care in the first place?!  I would be hiding my head in shame if a daughter or son of mine had to be placed in foster care because I was an incompetent or neglectful parent.  Were there not others within her circle who could have cared for her?  And then, when she runs away and is murdered, the rest of us are to blame!  The ridiculous thing is her family doesn't even get it.  They have no compunction about heading to the media to "blame" everyone else.  They have no clue they were to blame in the first place. 

It's complete horsesh-t.

But guess who lets it happen?  Yeah, we let it.     

What nonsense

Why in the world would anyone change the words to a national anthem?  But that's what that idiot Ottawa MP, Mauril Belanger, wants to do.  He wants to change, "in all our sons' command" to "in all of us command".  That's just dumb.  National anthems are sacred and not to be changed on a whim.  I hope he fails.  Is there nothing more pressing to deal with? 
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On the health front, finally decided to do something about my hips.  My doctor here just shook her head when she read a four-year-old report on an MRI I had in Ottawa.  "Oh, you need celebrex," the doctor there had said and walked out of the room.  Have been enduring pain ever since.  "We're going to get to the bottom of it," Dr. "M" said this morning.  And believe me, she will.  Health care in Alberta is first-rate.   

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"You thought my shaving my legs in the shower was disgusting," said my pool friend "L" yesterday.  Actually, yes I did -- especially when you are shaving them right below a sign that says "No shaving, brushing teeth, spitting or urinating the shower."  "The other day a woman was actually washing her underpants in the shower," said "L", trying to redeem herself.

People will do anything!         

Beyond belief!

Apparently, she entered and performed the wedding ceremony.  How absolutely self-centred and egomaniacal!  I really searched for a title for this blog.  "What?!"  "Unreal"  "Appalling"  "Inappropriate"  "Sick"...........came to mind.  Here's what happened:

My niece got married this past weekend in Ottawa (I couldn't attend) and guess what?  Her mother performed the ceremony.  Whaaaaaaat!!??  This is a woman who has not been able to hold any relationship together......ever.  And she's had plenty.  Guy after guy after guy.  But....get this.......she became some sort of "ordained" thing and is thus licenced in Ontario to marry people. 

"No one except "K" knew she would be performing the ceremony," said her father, my dearest cousin.  Whaaaaat??!!!  So, to upstage her own daughter at the latter's wedding, "V" had insisted it be a secret and then she had the nerve to magisterially saunter out and perform the ceremony.  Well, yah, it had to be a secret, or everyone would have been up-in-arms! 

How appalling.  What bullsh-t.  It's disgusting.

The person I feel most sorry about is my cousin's wife.  She had to sit through that crap.  Nothing's new.  It's always about "V".  What a b-tch.   

So, here we are............

......approaching Canadian Thanksgiving.  Frankly, I don't even know why I have to say "Canadian" when I refer to Thanksgiving.  But since stepdaughter lives in Texas, I guess that is an influence.  Why do Americans celebrate Thanksgiving more than they do Christmas!?  I guess because that is when they overpowered the Indians with a few trinkets and mirrors and overtook over New Amsterdam.  Bullies ever. 

Sadly, today is the last day of summer, but here in Calgary, we enjoyed 28 degrees!  What a wonderful day.  Stupidly, I spent it inside, sewing -- making aprons from the remnants of my Christmas fabric.  When I had finally finished the sewing projects, I laid my Thanksgiving table:

Don't you just love the colour of gourds! 

 

 

 





Christmas sewing

For some reason, I always get into a sewing jag before Christmas.  Heck, we haven't even had Thanksgiving, but I have made my Christmas table linen.  Usually, it's a tablecloth and napkins, but the problem with that is they hide my beautiful dining room table.  The solution this year?  Tablemats.  Just finished six, with napkins and coasters.  Even lined the mats with padding and sewed on a backing. 

St. Nicholas is the theme, a nod to grandson whom I will be taking (I hope) again this year to visit.  His birthday is exactly one week before Christmas and for the past two years, we have taken him to have a word with the Jolly Old Elf.  Here are my mats and napkins...............

 

I am pretty pleased I have this completed well in advance.  I like to think grandson will one day have these on his own Christmas table.   



   

Don't read it

I have blogged this before, if you don't have the balls to sign on as an official "follower" of my blog, don't comment on it to third parties.  Seriously.  I have only 18 "official" followers, but last time I checked the stats, almost 100,000 people are reading it.

The ones who annoy me are the people who complain to B about what I write.  Hey, B doesn't even read it himself.  If you want to complain, become a "follower" and I'll gladly publish your comments.  I am actually missing my niece's wedding in Ottawa today because her stepmother didn't like a blog I wrote last year and now I am not welcome in her territory.  How pathetic that you take yourself so seriously you object to...........whatever.????  Too bad her husband, my dear cousin with whom I grew up and who was like a brother to me, went along with her. 

But them's the breaks.  I say what I think, I am definite and pretty much black and white about everything.  I love writing and will continue to put myself out there.