I love how this Dad keeps driving, the kids in the middle seat are oblivious like this happens every day…. maybe it does!
Fun video, and it made me smile and as for the music, well – it’s not “These Eyes” or “Crocodile Rock” but the kid in the back liked it – make sure you watch all the way through so you see the dance moves, and how Dad sings into the microphone – this Dad is very accommodating.
here is the solution to maudlin mondays – get your takeout, and get two cookies (a spare is allowed)
There are a lot of reasons to love Chinese food. There are very few types of food that offer up dozens of chicken dishes that, in essence, are pretty much the same thing but with a different sauce. There aren’t many types of food that name a major dish after historical figures like a general who spent a great deal of his life warring with Russians. Plus, you get to eat with sticks. No other genre of food would dream of using utensils that daring.
The main reason to love Chinese food, though, comes at the end of a meal. After shoving orange chicken and lemon chicken and pepper chicken and General Tso’s chicken in my mouth for an hour or so, a waiter will inevitably bring me a stale cookie. Inside that cookie, the keepers of the Chinese food have placed a piece of paper that inevitably will make…
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Zany, creative, busy and irreplaceable and definitely unique! Enjoy her writing ~ I do because she makes me smile.
Aren’t you people excited when someone is asking you “hey, how have you been?”
Isn’t that the time to show the world how important, how significant, how productive you are, isn’t that the magical moment that gives meaning to your whole life, isn’t that the moment to make sure that there is no hint of doubt left in the poor smack’s head of HOW the world would cease to exist if you wouldn’t be around, of how irreplaceable you are!
Only wimps would answer that question with “Fine, thank you”, noooooo, no, no, wrong!!!!! A real important person would never do that; a real important person would rather have all their body hair removed by a Neanderthalian beast armed with hot wax and sambuca than to say that!!!
No, the real significant person would jump at the opportunity, as fast as Oscar Pistorius at the gun, (I mean the starting…
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This village, city?, on Vancouver island must be photographer’s mecca. I certainly think this blogger’s photographs of wildlife, and scenery is wonderful. When I visit and I must now that I have been looking at the photography, I will take lots of pictures and sit somewhere on the water where I can soak up the atmosphere and the salty breeze.
A very long time ago now, I was in grade 10 and I went to Vancouver Technical High School in East Vancouver, B.C. Our class had the opportunity to raise money to travel across Canada and visit 3 cities. We did bottle drives mostly and some restaurants like Brother Jon’s in Gastown were very generous in donating beer bottles.
It was quite funny because we collected them, sometimes more than 100 cases at a time, and then stored them in my family’s garage. I wonder what our neighbours thought when they saw literally hundreds of cases of empty beer bottles temporarily stored in our garage.
Eventually we travelled across Canada, it was 1973 and we travelled by train going East on Via Rail. Slow going from Vancouver until you get into the foothills of Alberta, really slow, but then you get on the prairies and speed up. The train was nice way to go because we were teens and almost constantly on the move I suspect. The train makes a nice sound moving along, and rolls back and forth. There was an observation car that we liked, and even the food was good. It was like camping on huge tubular tent.
The last stop in our visiting tour was Ottawa, and my favorite despite the accident I had. The streets were icy in the spring, and in Ottawa they had these backhoe like tractors that scraped the ice on the sidewalks. We were boarded in schools at night but had to be out of the gym and out early in the morning. One morning I was out walking early and one of these backhoes backed up suddenly while lowering his bucket and I put my hand to protect my head. The bucket just barely hit my hand but it did. My hand swelled up right away but denial set in also. I didn’t want anyone to know so I just hid my hand. That night one my teachers after the hockey noticed my swollen black and blue hand. I was taken to the hospital and they x-rayed it and I had broken some fingers and had some blood in there. They put my hand in a cast and I survived, I remember slow dancing to Bennie and the Jets (Elton John) with the cast on my arm while we were in Ottawa at a dance. I could only slow dance I guess, so the girls danced all the songs slow with me. 🙂
Breakfast (Photo credit: nataliej)
I remember the cafe restaurant where we went in the mornings everyday had great breakfasts. We would go there and order eggs, sausage, toast and it was cheap, we were grade 10 students and cheap with lots of food was what we wanted.
On the table was a device connected to a slot machine, and you could pop quarters into it and the jukebox would play your choice. That was I first heard “Money” by Pink Floyd, I remember I really liked the song and played it almost every day while I eating greasy fried eggs and toast. When I got home I bought the Dark Side of the Moon album.
Despite calling from across Canada to freak out my parents to let them know I broke my hand, it was good trip, Ottawa was interesting with lots to see. We flew home and I slept all the way, six hours, sleeping every night in a gym floor makes airline seats seem comfortable.
I have been back since to Ottawa but I will never forget the first time because of the breakfasts, my broken arm, Bennie and the Jets, and Pink Floyd’s Money.
Poor Simon – He thinks the cat is logical and understands that it is seconds away from being fed. No No No! Cats like some other mammals only understand immediate, I mean INSTANT, results – seconds away is seconds too late!
Life and Random Thinking 