Thursday, October 25, 2007
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Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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Sunday, October 21, 2007
Hi all and welcome to another week of Soap Opera Sunday. Make sure ya stop by to see brillig and Kate for a list of other SOS players...and feel free to join in the fun...it really is a blast..for the entire max saga here is part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4
When we left off last week, I mentioned what a painful time in my life "Max" was...and that it was an important (and very hard) life lesson... my original plan was just to leave it at that and move on...because like every good soap opera, it was a time full of turmoil and angst . When I read back over it again, I thought maybe I should share what became of T and dear old Max. I went back and forth all week...should I let it rest or should I beat it (like a dead horse)?? I guess I was never one for just leaving things unresolved so here it goes....
Max and T stayed together for about a year or so (it is hard to remember exactly how long because it was more than 25 yrs ago and I am an old fart now..lol). They seemed to be very much in love although I never confirmed that with them directly because I knew the answer would be like a dagger slicing through my heart.
That year was a "ying and yang" of loneliness and anger...lonely because most of my time was spent with no one to talk to or spent time with ....all alone in my room...walking by the river all alone...going to the movies all alone(anyone seeing a pattern here??) When I wasn't alone, I was usually with Max and T which of course was even worse. They didn't TRY to be mean, but watching them together just made me feel even lonelier...even after I accepted their relationship, I was still so sad and lonely ALL the time.
I remember the day that I got a call from Pam. I was shocked because we hadn't really spoken since Max had dumped her for T. Pam wanted to know if I could come over to her house because she needed to talk to me but HAD to do it in person. I was so happy to have someone call and say they wanted to spend time with me I rushed over. It didn't take Pam long to get to the point.
She was outside her house waiting for me with 2 other girls that she KNEW I didn't like. Pam spilled her guts as quickly and harshly as possible. It seems the night before she had been at a party. T wasn't there because our parents hadn't allowed her to go for some reason and I hadn't been invited. Pam could not WAIT to tell me how Max had invited her to go with him since T couldn't go...and apparently they had spent the entire party making out. Pam went on to explain that Max was going to break up with T and start dating her again.
My mind was spinning and I left without even saying a word to Pam. In an instant, my protective "twin" mode kicked in and I knew I had to get to T...I had to warn her and let her know what Pam had told me......no matter how much she had hurt me, I had to protect her and try to stop Max from hurting her...
When I got home, Max had just dropped T off. As I approached her, I realized I had NO idea how I was going to tell her what Pam had told me. As I stood there trying to figure out how to drop the "Pam bomb", the phone rang and fate took the decision out of my hands. It was Pam on the phone. She had called to bury the knife in T's heart. Apparently, she didn't have the guts to tell her to her face although she had NO problem rubbing MY face in it.
T hung up and was in tears. I wanted to console her...to hold her and comfort her but she ran to her room and slammed her door. As angry as I had been when they got together, I was even madder at Max now. I wanted to rip him apart for hurting her so. Max called later but I don't know what he said to T to explain it away. I remember T saying that it was all going to be ok, that Pam was just lying. T seemed to be greatly relieved, but I wasn't so sure. Maybe it was because I had seen the determined, almost sinister look in Pam's eyes when she told me her story...I just wasn't convinced.
Things settled down and seemed to go smoothly for T and Max until about a week later. Max had been invited to go to a party at a friend's house and once again T wasn't allowed to attend (quick reminder that we were only about 15 at the time and our parents were pretty strict). T really wanted to see Max so she asked me to be her cover to get out of the house. We got permission to go to the movies together and of course made a beeline for the party instead.
I didn't want to go to the party...I knew no one would want me there but I had no where else to go. I tagged along thinking I would hide in a corner somewhere and drag T out when I couldn't take it anymore. No one seemed to notice us when we got there and T took off to surprise Max. She was only gone a few minutes, when I heard her yell out. As I made my way to where she was, she was crying and Max was on a couch trying to untangle himself from some chick that I didn't even know. The show was over by the time I got there but even I, being the nieve virgin I was, had a pretty good idea what had been going on.
T took off in tears and I followed her. I wanted to take her pain away but T closed herself off. She wouldn't talk about what happened and wouldn't let me comfort her. I found out in bits and pieces later on(from others) that Max had been 2-timing her for months and that night and the one with Pam were just two nights of a fairly long list .
So, as they say, that was that!! T broke up with Max and eventually moved on. Max being the slim ball he was moved on too...and on and on....
When I was living through all this, I was convinced that I would never feel that bad again...that nothing could hurt that much. Looking back now...I see that it was much more about losing T than NOT having Max. Twins all have to learn to go their own way....but I was forced to learn it at a time in my life where I was already fighting for survival...living in a home where abuse (verbal, physical and sexual) were a daily occurance. When T left me in the dust, it was so hard. I needed her and she wasn't there. When we were young, we survived by sticking together. Suddenly she was gone, but I was still there having to deal with it all.
With maturity , I was able to understand and accept this...but the truth is, I never completely forgave her...and our relationship was never the same. I always loved her...and I always will..but I never was able to trust her in the same way . We are not close now like we used to be... I miss her daily but can't allow myself to be hurt by her anymore...(don't worry the rift has nothing to do with the Max saga, but that is another post)
I am not sure if any of this makes sense ...but I thank you all for tuning in..y'all come back now ya hear...
And so ends the tale of Max....RIP ya big jerk....lol
As always, to be continued..................
Posted by Canadian flake at 9:14 PM
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Hope you are all having a great weekend. I have some cool pics I wanted to post and stupid blogger won't let me...also it won't let me comment on anybody's blog...
Could someone give blogger a kick in the ass for me??? Please?? On that note, I am gonna run away to the bed...
Take care ev1 and hopefully blogger will be nicer to me tomorrow...lol.
As always, to be continued(when blogger isn't being a shithead..lol)..................
Posted by Canadian flake at 10:43 PM
Friday, October 19, 2007
Sorry about the interruption of Survivor Friday...but for me, the following post was more important... I will, however say that last night's show was interesting.....I think when they did the switch, they screwed over the people that had to go to a new tribe...and I was hoping Sherea would be gone..oh well, guess that's what next week is for...lol.
Today is my baby gremlin's birthday and he is 13. I have been quiet this week on my blog because honestly, his birthday has been bothering me. It isn't just that he is now a teenager, although that alone is enough to give me nightmares...lol.
What bothers me is I feel like somehow today is a threshold...that he will step over that barrier ...out into the world and I won't be able to protect him anymore...
OK OK I admit that sounds melodramatic...but it is honestly how I am feeling....
Gremlin #2 has never been an easy child. He was an exercise in patience from that very first day when he REFUSED to join us in the real world (they finally gave up after 24 hrs of labour and did a C-section).
He didn't want to learn how to crawl...he was stubborn about learning how to walk and he absolutely REFUSED to use the potty like a big boy...so much so that he missed his first year of preschool.. He has severe ADHD and school has been one battle after the next...there has never been anything easy about it...
But through it all...he has been my baby...as much as he has made me want to strangle him daily, I have ALWAYS been his protector...no one has been allowed to hurt my gremlins..so it is a hard lesson to learn...how to let go...let them fall and pick themselves up...
Of course, every parent has this fear but gremlin #2 has had so much stacked against him...a loser father that has hurt him time and time again....struggling and clawing just to learn how to read and being reminded by the school that he will never be good enough...honestly, sometimes I don't know how he gets out of bed in the morning...oh wait, yeah I do...I kick his ass outta bed..lol.
So today I sit here looking back at the last 13 years and looking ahead...and both make me feel happy and sad in equal measure. Sad because he isn't my baby anymore...he has a long hard road ahead of him if he is to have what others take for granted...the ability to find a job and take care of himself as an adult (I worry often about what will happen when I am not here to take care of him). At the same time, I am happy today...happy that we have survived 13 years (thanks to some great meds...hee hee)...and happy that I was given this gremlin to love and watch over...
TO MY DEAR GREMLIN: you are my son and you always will be...God gave you to me because He knew that I needed you to make my heart complete. I will remind you now of the words that I have told you since you were a little baby...no matter what happens I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER!!! My love for you has no limitations , no boundaries and nothing will ever change that. Even when you are grown, you will always be my baby gremlin.....love, Mommy
As always, to be continued............
Posted by Canadian flake at 3:51 PM
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Posted by Canadian flake at 8:38 PM
Monday, October 15, 2007
Today has not been a great day for me...I won't prattle on about it...instead I will chalk it up to a combination of being exhausted and it being a Monday....instead of boring y'all with the details I decided to share a couple of jokes that I have saved for just such a day...hope they make you giggle !!!
THE BEST LAWYER STORY SO FAR THIS YEAR:
One afternoon a lawyer was riding in his limousine when he saw two men along the roadside eating grass. Disturbed, he ordered his driver to stop and he got out to investigate.
He asked one man, "Why are you eating grass?"
"We don't have any money for food," the poor man replied. "We have to eat grass."
"Well, then, you can come with me to my house and I'll feed you," the lawyer said.
"But sir, I have a wife and two children with me. They are over there, under that tree."
"Bring them along," the lawyer replied.
Turning to the other poor man he stated, "You come with us, also."The second man, in a pitiful voice, then said, "But sir, I also have a wife and SIX children with me!"
"Bring them all, as well," the lawyer answered.
They all entered the car, which was no easy task, even for a car as large as the limousine was. Once underway, one of the poor fellows turned to the lawyer and said, "Sir, you are too kind."
"Thank you for taking all of us with you."
The lawyer replied, "Glad to do it. You'll really love my place. The grass is almost a foot high!
Two gas company servicemen, a senior training supervisor and a young trainee, were out checking meters in a suburban neighborhood. They parked their truck the end of the alley and worked their way to the other end. At the last house, a woman looking out her kitchen window watched the two men as they checked her gas meter.
Finishing the meter check, the senior supervisor challenged his younger coworker to a foot race down the alley back to the truck to prove that an older guy could outrun a younger one.
As they came running up to the truck, they realized the lady from that last house was huffing and puffing right behind them. They stopped and asked her what was wrong.
Gasping for breath, she replied, "When I see two men from the gas company running as hard as you two were, I figured I'd better run too!"
Hope you all have an awesome week!!
As always, to be continued...............
Posted by Canadian flake at 7:49 PM
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Hi all and welcome to another edition of Soap Opera Sunday. Stop by and see brillig for the rules if you want to join in....she and Kate are the great masterminds, but Kate is MIA this week (due to a move.... you are missed Kate so hurry back).
If you missed the beginng of this story, here is part 1...part 2..and part 3.
When last we spoke, I had just found out that Max and T were now an item. Of course this would be a painful experience for any young girl that had just had her heart ripped out of her chest....but remember that T was my fraternal twin sister...talk about a double whammy.
I couldn't decide who I was madder at... T for stealing Max or me for letting myself believe I had a chance with him in the first place. As was so often the case in my life, this just reinforced how I had always felt about myself...a fat loser that was destined to be alone forever ( feelings that would lead me down the wrong road as an adult, but that is an entirely different post).
The coming days and weeks were hard ones...as Max and T became closer, I became more and more miserable. At the time, my immature mind believed it was all about Max....that I loved him..that my life would never be the same now that I had lost him... but looking back now I realize it was more about the fact that I was loosing T(and I can now admit to myself that Max had never BEEN mine to lose in the first place) . We were twins and to that point we had been inseparable...we did everything together and spent ALL our time together. Suddenly, she had no time for me and I was all alone. I didn't have any friends of my own so I was left to fend for myself with no one to comfort me . I was adrift and felt completely lost and T didn't even seem to notice...if she did, there was no indication that she cared.
Finally after a few weeks of suffering in silence, I completely lost it and yelled at T. It was like a dam burst and everything came flying out...honestly I was so distraught and frustrated that I don't even remember what I told her..except for one thing...the last thing I told her was that I didn't know how she could sleep at night...she was in the room right next to me and I KNOW she has heard me cry myself to sleep more than once...and she never came to see if I was ok...
I hoped that someday I could forgive that but I knew I would NEVER forget how much that hurt me....
Something I said must have hit a nerve, because the next day T and Max asked me to go with them for a swim...I remember the day clearly because of my immediate fear of Max seeing me in a swimming suit. I lied and said that I had my period so I couldn't swim...but T convinced me to come along and spend the afternoon with them.
Why does the term "out of the frying pan ...into the fire" come to mind??? Possibly because I went from being all alone with no one...to spending most of my days being a 3rd wheel..watching Max and T together (and they were NOT shy about forgetting I was there and sucking face infront of me).
This lasted for a few weeks before I realized I could take no more of this....it was , in a word, torture. I started to make excuses about plans I had made, mostly with imaginary friends...or I would just be gone when Max showed up and they would leave without me, not really giving me a second thought.
Finally they seemed to decide that they liked NOT having a 3rd wheel around...and went back to ignoring me...and I went back to suffering in lonely silence.
Max and T stayed together for quite a long time...and eventually I adjusted.... I was still lonely and missed the time I had spent with T growing up...but like everything else in my life, I gritted through and survived.
This whole story was a painful chapter in my life...that occurred at a time in my life that was already filled with turmoil and pain....
As with most things that have happened to me, I try to look back and think of what life lesson I got from it....from this, I learned that I could stand on my own...that I could get through without having to lean on T...and that being lonely isn't the worst thing in the world. These lessons have served me well in my life..... thanks for tuning in and taking the time to read my life stories.
As always, to be continued......................
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Saturday, October 13, 2007
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Friday, October 12, 2007
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007
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Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Over the last week or so, I have done a lot of thinking about this blog of mine....and I have come to two conclusions.
The first conclusion is..... I SUCK!!!
I use this blog to whine and complain when life throws me a curve ball.....I babble on and ramble about things that probably sound trivial and even stupid at times....my few lame attempts at poetry haven't exactly been a huge success...so yeah...all considered, I pretty much suck..lol.
I am a loyal blog reader and have a fairly nice list of blogs I read. A lot of these blogs have a long list of awards and shout-outs that they have received...and they are all COMPLETELY deserved....because quite frankly , you all ROCK!!!
At this point, I should also mention that I have lost a few readers I used to have because I have committed the unthinkable act of swearing on my blog...(can y'all tell my heart is bleeding over this?? hee hee hee)
OK I did say that after much soul searching and consideration, I have come to TWO conclusions...the second one is that I don't give a rat's ass about the first one...and I love this blog even if I DO suck!!!
I was originally turned on to this blogosphere by my dear friend burfica and I will always be in her debt. I have found a list of bloggers that entertain me....enlighten me and truly amaze me. I honestly think you are all fantastic...so consider this your official "flake" pat-on-the-back.....
In the end, it doesn't matter if I suck....I started this blog at burfica's urging and quickly began to love and depend on it. I had forgotten how freeing and liberating it can be to put my emotions or jumbled thoughts into words...some how it can make even the worst day bareable.
I thought about those that have decided not to stop in for a visit because they don't like my language. I started to think maybe I should censor myself to be more "popular" but then I realized that would be defeating everything I love about blogging.
In the end, this blog is for me. I admit I have used it to spread the word about a tragedy like this or this....and I have used it to ask for readers to pray like this or this...but it also serves as my best friend at a time in my life when there is no one else. Of course I have the gnome and gremlins and that is a LOT...
Sometimes a girl just needs a friend who will listen unconditionally and not judge, no matter what she says.. I am blessed to have a few such friends online...but this blog also serves that purpose and for that I am forever grateful!!!
So I will continue to float along and suck as I do it...cause I am lovin' it baby....
As always, to be continued..............
Posted by Canadian flake at 9:14 PM
Monday, October 8, 2007
Posted by Canadian flake at 1:18 PM
Sunday, October 7, 2007
The following is another installment of SOS : MAX. Be sure to stop in to see brillig and kate. They are the founders of SOS and their stories are always worth the trip. For anyone that might have missed it, here is part 1 and part 2 of the Max saga.
When last we spoke, Max had just dumped Pam. The next day I was still reeling from the Max/Pam break-up. I told myself that I was angry that he had hurt my friend so badly, but in retrospect I know it had more to do with fear that I might never see Max again. As I headed out to do my paper route (remember folks I WAS just about 14), I was totally lost in thought and wasn't paying attention to where I was going. So imagine my shock when I almost walked directly IN TO Max standing on my front porch.
My heart skipped a beat....I knew I was supposed to be furious with him...I should have told him to go take a flying leap but as I looked into that face I yearned for, all I could do was stare. My mind went blank and I was totally lost for words. I somehow managed to stammer out a hello and asked him what he was doing there.
Max quickly explained that he had come to see T and me. He knew that we would have heard about his split from Pam and wanted to make sure we would still be friends with him. As I tried to make myself calm down and talk to him, T came out and interrupted us. She was always so much more relaxed and collected where boys were concerned...to this day I don't think she realizes how envious I was of her. Max asked her if she wanted to go for a walk while I went to do my route. As they went one way and I went the other, my steps were light and I was smiling. Of course I felt badly for Pam, but I couldn't help but to feel thrilled that Max was still going to be in my life.
I hurried and finished because I wanted to be home sitting on the front step waiting for them when they returned. As I rushed along, I tried to work up the courage to ask Max to go for a walk with me. I would stay calm but would finally have him all to myself...my mind was whirling with the possibilities and I was very excited.
After I arrived home and got washed up, I sat down to wait for them. My nerves were working on overdrive but I was determined not to chicken out. It seemed like they were taking forever so I decided to walk up the street and see if they were coming. As I rounded the corner, there they were...standing under a big oak tree cuddling and kissing.
I was stunned and felt like someone had stuck a huge straw down my mouth and sucked all the air out of my lungs. I felt so betrayed and hurt. I had foolishly allowed myself to dream...to believe that someone like him could some how miraculously even consider looking twice at me. How stupid was that!!
Sorry all, no cliffhanger this week. Tune in next week for the final installment of how Max wreaked havic in my life...
As always, to be continued.................
Posted by Canadian flake at 9:36 PM
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Posted by Canadian flake at 7:09 PM
Friday, October 5, 2007
A big thank you to all for your supportive comments on my post yesterday. It is appreciated more than you will ever know and has given me the strength to suck it up and get through this weekend.
I would ask anyone that believes in prayer to send a quick prayer up for my uncle. I got a call yesterday that he has been rushed to the hospital. After an angiogram, they have scheduled him to have a triple bypass this morning. The family is very worried so I am praying he will be ok.
Told the gnome, bad luck comes in threes...don't wanna know what number 3 is gonna be..lol.
Love to you all and thank you again for the prayers and support. It means the world to me.
As always, to be continued.............
Posted by Canadian flake at 11:04 AM
Thursday, October 4, 2007
I will preface this by apologizing...the following turned into a rant, even though I didn't plan for it to...it is not happy-go-lucky or entertaining, so I completely understand if you want to just ignore this post and come visit another day, I do apologize for being a downer...thanks for stopping in and a BIG thanks for anyone that takes the time to read it.
Please forgive the following ramblings as I am more scattered than normal today.
The last 24 hours have been hell here and I am not forming coherant thoughts right now. I didn't post yesterday to avoid ranting and screaming...but now I find I need to get things out...whether they make sense or not....
First off, it was my plan yesterday to start dishing about Dancing with the Stars on Wednesdays after the result show Tuesday nights. This was a suggestion from Phoenix and I think it is a great idea, but life got in the way yesterday. I will have more to say about DWTS next Wednesday. All I can say about this week's show is that Albert was totally hosed...and Wayne Newton should have been given his walking papers...hate to tell ya America, but you got that one wrong..lol.
OK yesterday was a day I had dreaded coming for a long time and it finally arrived. This weekend is thanksgiving in Canada so of course my ex-fuckhead called to take the gremlins for the weekend. I know I have touched on the fact before that he is a very bad man (using the term "man" loosely) .
The thing that is new is that yesterday, gremlin #2 (who is still only 12) starting crying and begging me not to make him go. This just breaks my heart because he is still young enough that I don't have a choice. I had to explain to him that unless his fuckhead (don't worry, I didn't use that word with him)...unless his fuckhead is hitting him there is nothing I can do. The court system wouldn't even consider that he HAS hit him...and gremlin #1 and me..
This jerk is a total loser but that doesn't count. When he takes the gremlins, half the time they come home and he hasn't even fed them...but that doesn't count. I have accepted that this is the way it is...it isn't fair, but life often isn't fair.
It is just so hard to make him go when I know he doesn't want to...this is NOT a case of a spoiled brat not wanting to go because they wanna hang out with their friends. These are my babies being forced to go to someplace where they are not taken care of and not safe.
They love him...of course they do..because as much as I hate to admit it he IS their father...actually sperm donor is more accurate.....but they love him, even when he doesn't deserve it...I think that is instinct...
When I got pregnant with gremlin #1, I made a vow that my babies would NEVER have to endure the things that I did growing up...that I would do everything in my power to protect them...that I would NEVER turn a blind eye and let a monster do the things to them that my father did to me...it just would not happen.....yet I have failed....they are NOT safe and protected and it is all my fault!!! I should have seen what was going to happen...should have seen that he was NOT the right choice for me.....the warning signs were there and I missed them...in the end, I was as weak and stupid as my mother was......
I have tried to find peace of mind believing that "what goes around comes around". This jerk has never paid a cent of child support...when I tried to go after him legally for it, he quit his job and went back on welfare...there have been many times in our lives when the gremlins have gone without while he is spending his money on DVDs and video games.....like the selfish jackass he is...
But that's ok right?? Somewhere in the cosmos someone is keeping count right?? When it is his time to go, all this selfish and evil doing will come back to bite him in the ass right???
The gnome and I argued a bit last night about whether or not to send him. The gnome said we have to..and I know he is right but damn I don't want to...
When they were little and wanted to go so badly it was hard. I knew they loved him and were excited to see him but I also knew they weren't safe and were in danger the entire time ...those days were so hard and I thought it couldn't be any harder but I was wrong. This is even harder...they are older now but they don't want to go and I have to force them. The asshole won't even allow them to use the phone to call home or call for help if they need to...
I am sorry to be rambling and ranting...As I said, I purposely didn't post last night...keeping it all in has just made me sick enough that I woke up throwing up again...not sure verbalizing it has helped, but it was worth a try.....sorry again!!!
as always, to be continued.................
Posted by Canadian flake at 7:59 AM
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
As I mentioned, we had a busy weekend. On Sunday, we spent the afternoon on a boat cruise on "my river". I know I have mentioned this river before. It is the St Lawrence River and I grew up on it. By "on it" I mean I camped on it...boated on it...and swan in it...
This river is a part of my soul and when I talk about it, I always say that I am a river rat. I love this river and I miss it more than I ever thought I could since we moved last year. This river has always been a part of me and many times in my life it has been my sanctuary. No matter how bad things get, this river always calms and soothes me....this is where I would run when I needed to escape the hell that was my childhood home and it is hard now when I need a break and I can't go there.
Anyway, this river is the home of the 1000 Islands...and it is a beautiful part of the country. Our cruise was on a part of the 1000 Islands and it is always worth the drive. We took the camera to take some pictures of the scenery and I wanted to share them with y'all....hope you enjoy them as much as I do...
this is a lighthouse that I thought was pretty :
this is part of the Ivy lea bridge. It is one of the bridges connecting Canada to our US neighbour :
this is the same bridge on the way back as the sun sets on the water :
this is the view off the side of the boat looking out on the American coastline at twilight :
some other scenic shots :
A shot of 2 of the many Islands we passed...these ones were in Canadian waters but we did cross over to American waters for part of the cruise :
I took these shots from the front of the boat. I love how the sun setting looks on the water...I could have sat and stared at this for hours....
The thing in the middle of these pics that looks like a stick is actually a small lighthouse off in the distance.Thanks for taking the time to share my river . I am not a good photographer at all but I really wanted to share them since this is a place that is so special to me. The gnome even proposed to me on this river...but that is another post all together..lol.
Thanks again for stopping in today. As per a request made by Phoenix, we will be dishing about Dancing With the Stars tomorrow..lol.
As always, to be continued.........................
Posted by Canadian flake at 10:10 AM
Monday, October 1, 2007
What a crazy weekend we had . I think I have a weekend hangover because it was go-go-go from start to finish but it was a good weekend. Of course, being the good little addict I am, I kept telling the gnome that this weekend was giving me material for my blog...lmao.
On Friday night, we scored free tickets to the opening night of the Ottawa 67's game. For you non Canadians, that is a hockey team in the Ontario Hockey League.
I wish I had thought to take the camera with me because we had pretty good seats and could have gotten some great shots. The following pic is one I found on google that was taken pretty close to the vantage point we had of the game, although we were a few rows closer.
I can't remember if I have ever mentioned that the gnome is a SERIOUS hockey fan. His team is the Toronto Maple Leafs which causes lots of turmoil and heckling as we live in the heartland of their rival team ,the Shithead Senators . Every time we go to a hockey game, the gnome INSISTS on wearing maple leaf gear to get someone riled and yelling at him...I just shake my head and try to keep the gremlins out of the line of fire.
This is now proving more difficult as the gnome has worn off on gremlin #1. She insisted on wearing her TML jersey to the game even though it doesn't really fit her any more. After the game, a weird girl walked up to her and said she should rip that jersey right off her and shred it...
Stupiddddddd stupiddddd girl...don't EVER get in our face and screw with MY gremlin...ohhhhhhhh noooooo....I stepped in between the two of them and told her to shut her face and keep walking or she WAS gonna get me started and that she would NOT like what she got from me...lol.
HOLY BATS BATMAN did I mention we Canadians take our hockey wayyyyyyyyy too seriously???? lmaoooooo. I don't even LIKE the game really...I just tolerate it out of a sense of loyalty and love of the gnome..lmao.
More weekend antics to be posted with some really nice pics that I took that I am very proud of..
As always, to be continued.....................
Posted by Canadian flake at 9:20 AM