Viral Video Day

I don't feel like writing today, so instead I give you this...

This IS the funniest piece of film EVER.

Enjoy.

Graduation Day

My wife had her convocation ceremony yesterday. It wasn't in a hall with thousands of other university grads, it was at a friend's house, in her living room. And there was cake. She couldn't have hoped for any more than these friends did for her, they put her in robes and a mortor board, handed her roses and a diploma and walked her through to the sound of Land of Hope and Glory. Then there was cake. I am so proud of her.

Kim graduated university this year, with a student card that starts with 87. It took her 22 years to finish. She walked away years ago with only a few courses left, to work for a living and raise a family with me. She always talked about going back, but it was never in the cards, one thing after another came up, and we said, OK, next year. Then next year, then next year, and so on. Last year she finally did it. Being in a job she hated, she bit the bullet and called the U. I was so proud of her - she's a natural student, like a sponge she absorbs information and throws herself into whatever the professor is on about. She loves to learn. When she finished her required courses in the space of one semester, she signed up again, and kept going. This time with a history minor. That semester didn't quite work out, but at least she finished her major.

After all these years she can say with all honesty and privilege, I'm a University grad.

I'm very proud of her. Seeing her yesterday surrounded by family and friends who cared enough to throw her her 'own' ceremony, made me swell with pride. To those there yesterday, I know I didn't show it much, but trust me - it was there.

Now the real work begins. Now that she's a university grad, she has to decide what she wants to be when she grows up. But today it doesn't matter, because there was family, friends, and cake.

I love you Kim. And I'm proud of you.

It's apple picking time

Today was Fall in the apple orchard.

We packed up 3 families (or parts thereof) and headed off to Wagners. After the obligatory stop at Tim Hortons on the way, we arrived at the fall's best secret. Grabbing a couple of bags and a ride out on the tractor, the harvest awaited our brood. Between the 3 families, mine, my brother and his wife, and my sister and her daughter, we brought out enough bags for 60 pounds of apples.

As soon as the tractor departed we headed into the trees, literally. The best apples are always up top where they're harder to reach, so we scampered up, careful not to damage the trees. My daughter didn't even wait until the tractor was away - within minutes of stepping off the trailer she was climbing. They frown on us climbing the trees. Alot. Last year we got read the riot act. This year we were more careful.

About 10 minutes down the orchard I found a ladder and trodded back to the crowd, already firmly entrenched in a treetop. My brother, who I have not seen climb a tree since we were kids, got stuck heading for the best. He's a chef, he knows food. He knows what the best looks like and would accept nothing else. He quite welcomed the ladder. I of course, climbed the trees.

In about a half hour our bags were full. But we weren't done. There were more apples. We started loading up pockets and hoods. When those were full we looked for another solution. My son sacrificed his coat for the sake of the apples. We loaded his coat up and headed off to the 'taxi stand'. We would have kept going if we had more bags. When we got back to the shop we had to get another bag. When all was said and done we had over 70 pounds of apples. Those bags were overflowing and there were still apples in people's pockets.

The kids played on the tire swing, while we examined the other offerings of this place. They also have a wine store and bakery. After picking up some strudel for the neighbour we headed home with our haul. We'll be eating apples for months. Kim started with carmelized apple slices over french toast tonight for dinner. She will make homemade apple sauce and pies, apple betty and apple butter. Lots. I can see an apple cassarole in the future.

A nice day to spend with the family. With all the crap going on these days it was what we all needed. A day to remind us what's important.

Cheers.

Thanksgiving

Today is Thanksgiving here in the great white north. Makes me think about things I'm thankful for, besides turkey.

For starters, my family. My wonderful children and my wife who is my best friend and confidant. I couldn't imagine life without any of them.

My extended family, who's help in getting through the past months has been invaluable.

My friends, who keep me grounded and laughing, even if I don't see them as often as I should.

My cat. He keeps me amused.

My health, such as it is, I'm showing my age, more aches and pains in the morning, not as energetic as I once was, but I'm not keeping a room at the local clinic. I guess that's good enough.

My talents. They keep me employed and entertained. Nuf' said.

My parents. Even though they aren't here with me anymore, they're here in spirit. They provided me the inspiration to become the person I am, and taught me how to make it in life in their unique way. As strict as my father was he firmly believed in letting someone make mistakes in order to learn consequence. I took him up on that on more than one occasion. He provided me with a childhood of exploration and eager learning. I fell down, he told me to get back up. It worked.

My home. A place of refuge and a place to call mine. A place to put my stuff. It's really that simple, but in my heart it's so much more. It's a place I can get away from the troubles of the world and get lost in my own endeavours. A place I can be me with nobody telling me otherwise.

This is a simple list, and more than likely identical to most other people's. But I'm not a very complicated person, I'm not putting sports cars and harleys on here, even if I had one. Those material things are not what makes a person, they're what makes a person owe more. Toys. They don't matter half as much as what's in a person's heart. So what if this list reveals nothing about me as a person, they do reveal one thing - I know what' important, and what to be thankful for on such a day.

Cheers.

Off she goes again

One would think by the title that my wife is off again, and that concerns me. She is, but it doesn't. It's my car. It's off again - without me. Again.

Wife and friend are off to a retreat this weekend to find themselves. I'm hoping they have a good time, maybe see that they're both right where they left each other, in front of each other. It'll be a ladies night out - for a couple of days. With my car. Again.

My car seems to travel alot without me, lately it's been to Iowa and Ottawa, without me. Now it's off to the lovely town of Forest without me. It should send me a postcard once in a while. That would be nice - a postcard from my car saying 'wish you were here!' and all that.

I don't mind, I hate driving anyway, the periods of time when someone else is driving it is time off for me. So today I will find my own way home from work, good old public transit. Something I believe every driver should partake in once in a while just to bring you back down to earth.

No worries, it will be a good weekend - for me without my car, and for wife with it.

Cheers.