Perogies and Sausage

Those of you who know me, know that I really like food. I don't know balls about cooking, really, but I do know a thing or two about eating. I just made myself some perogies and sausage with fried onions, and it may have been the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Usually, when I cook perogies, and I pan-fry them. And when I pan-fry them, I'm usually hungry, so I'm impatient, and I always fuck up the perogies by cooking them too fast. Same deal with the onions. Half the time, they're gross.

But this time, somehow, everything worked out just right, and it was awesome. It even looked perfect, all with the perogies golden brown, and a big pile of onions on top...I wish that I had taken a picture, so that I could show it to you. Then you'd be super-jealous, and totally hungry. That's how beautiful it was.

T.

ps go check this out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEUpKzoEW-E&eurl

Cell Phones Make You Suck at Having Kids

I KNEW there was a reason I've always had such a strong dislike of cell phones.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=412179&in_page_id=1770

To all dudes with cell phones: HA HA!

T.

PBF

I don't know whether I linked to this on my old blog or not, but go and check out http://pbfcomics.com/ . It's totally awesome, and it is where I found the little cartoon.

The PBF comics are what would happen if Gary Larson decided to use more than one panel. Don't know who Gary Larson is? You suck.

T.

Moved

I'm in my new digs, getting adjusted to city life again. I've been taking it pretty easy (no surprise), settling in, and exploring a couple of employment options. I'm in no real hurry to work, but I havn't really done anything in a month and a half, so I'm starting to think that it's time. I'm planning a trip out to Vancouver to see the Western Final, so hopefully the 'Riders can get past Calgary in the 1st round. Maybe I'll plan a stop-over in Edmonton and check in on some of my Alberta buddies.

T.

ps I never posted pictures of my haircut! This was a while ago, but you'll look at it anyway.

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After:
















Look at how bald I look!

That's all for now. Senators suck,

T.

Moving

I've got a new place to live, and by tomorrow evening I'll be watching hockey and drinking beer in my new place. I'm moving in with my friend Devin and his cousin Daxton. I've actually known Dax since small times, back when we were in Grade 1 or 2 together. It should be a good time. The house is nice, there's plenty of space, and I'm sure that the three of us will be able to live together without killing each other.

I'm always a little shocked at how quickly I can be packed up and ready to go. It only took me about 20 minutes to get all my stuff ready; I guess that's what happens when you don't really own anything. All I needed to move is clothes, my CDs, and my computer. I'd actually be in my new digs tonight, except that I can't move my bed, which is being stored in Saskatoon, until tomorrow.

I'll miss it at the lake. I've been at Emma for nearly six months now, and I've really gotten accustomed to the slower pace of life up here. Everyone in the city is in such a hurry all the time, and there's always so much going on, always so many hassles, and the air smells like shit...on the other hand, my new place has a 7-11, a grocery store, a Shoppers, 2 pizza places, a Tim Horton's, and a bar, all within about a block and a half. I guess I'll just have to pretend that those conveniences are better than having a LAKE right out my front door. Maybe I'll go down and have one last beer in my boat, just to tide me over until spring.

T.

HA HA!

Go and check out the comments in my post about the TPB movie. It's funny.

T.

TPB Movie

I took Omi to see the Trailer Park Boys Movie tonight. I thought it was a little bit strange that she wanted to see it; apparently, she's been a fan of the show for some time now, and she's seen most of the episodes. She really likes Bubbles. Still, if you were taking YOUR grandmother to a movie, would you take her to see Ricky and Julian and the gang drinking, getting stoned, and hanging out in strip joints? (There were more boobs in that movie than I expected.) If the answer is "no", then I guess your family's just not as cool as mine. Sucks for you.

I've made some new living arrangements, so I'll be back in Saskatoon soon. I'm also thinking about trying to get down to Regina this friday to check out the football game. Anybody up for a road trip to watch the 'Riders lose?

Jump out with your stump out,

T.

ps Watch "The Hour" on CBC. The new season just started, and it's awesome. I'd also keep an eye on Rick Mercer if I were you, 'cause I think our Prime Minister is gonna get it.

I got a rock

I may or may not have linked to a previous incarnation of this little humour nugget on my old blog, I don't remember. Check it out regardless.

http://www.badgods.com/guitarsolocharliebrown.html

blow out with your hoe out,

T.

S0J 0N0

My postal code here at the lake is S0J 0N0. This may sound strange to you, but every time I type out my postal code, I try to remember whether or not I'm supposed to use "oh"s or "zero"s; Is my postal code S (zero) J (oh) N (oh)?
Or is it S (oh) J (zero) N (zero)?

Of course, this is stupid. I shouldn't worry about this. Of course, when I write it out, it would look exactly the same either way. But, if I type them, they do look different, see ? O 0

If I use the wrong one, is someone, somewhere, going to notice? Will they make fun of me? These are the sorts of things that I'm supposed to KNOW, dammit.

Wait a minute. It's all zeroes, isn't it? Because that's the way our postal codes work, right? 3 letters and 3 numbers? And since S,J, and N are all letters, all the Os must actually be 0s.

MAN, this post was a train wreck.
Sorry about this, everybody. Sorry for wasting your time.


T.

Gram

Last weekend was Omi's 80th birthday. To celebrate, Omi (my maternal grandmother) took us all up to Anglin Lake for a birthday supper, and then we all came back to our place at Emma Lake for drinks and music and cake. The dinner was excellent, and I really appreciated the opportunity to see my aunts and uncles and cousins, since this birthday party was the closest thing we've had to a reunion in quite a long time.

In the middle of the party, I got a phone call from my dad, telling me that Gram (his mother) had passed away.

It's hard for me to talk about death without being either flippant or morbid, and I don't want to be either one of those things right now. But I am going to tell you about Gram, since she's been on my mind a lot lately.

Gram was quite the lady. She was one of the most intelligent people that I've ever met, and though the last 95 years had slowed her body, her mind stayed as sharp as ever. She was generous, and considerate, and full of compassion, and she always carried herself with dignity. In every situation, she knew the proper thing to do, and in every instance, she did it. I was lucky enough to spend a lot of time with her growing up, and she was a tremendous example to me, and to my sister too, I think. I learned a lot from her, but then I guess that stands to reason, her being a teacher and all.

Now that she's gone, it's hard to explain exactly how I feel. I miss her, but at the same time, I know that she left this world just the way she wanted to. She didn't suffer, and she didn't have to endure a long hospital stay, which she would have found intolerable, and I take great comfort in knowing these things.

More than any sense of sadness or loss, I just feel such a tremendous sense of gratitude that I had as much time with her as I did. I was incredibly, undeservadely fortunate to have had her as my grandmother, and my reflections over the last few days have brought me far more happiness than tears. All my memories of her are happy ones, and I'll never forget the lessons she taught me or all the things she did for me.

If you met her, you remember something about her that'll make you smile. If you didn't meet her, I feel sorry for you, because you really missed out.

That's all for now,

T.