Eight years ago today, I married my blushing bride in our back yard in Quispamsis, New Brunswick. It has been a honeymoon ever since.
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Congratulations, my love, for surviving eight years with me.
I love you.
Eight years ago today, I married my blushing bride in our back yard in Quispamsis, New Brunswick. It has been a honeymoon ever since.
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Congratulations, my love, for surviving eight years with me.
I love you.
I got egged! EGGED! Eggshells and slime all over my car. I don’t believe it! And it’s going to be 30° Celsius today. By the time I get home today, I’ll have a Camry Quiche to clean up.
But it’s my own fault. You see, I washed my vehicles yesterday… my van, motorcycle and car. I hadn’t hand washed either of them yet this year, but yesterday was a nice day. I should have known that the Grandma Gang was watching… and waiting. I hate to generalize and assume the worst of people just because of their demographic, but those Grandma’s are a hard bunch. Roaming the streets late at night, high on BenGay with their apron pockets loaded with eggs. Oh, they’ll smile at you sweet and helpless when you pass them in the daytime, but at night… watch out! They’re as brazen and destructive as it comes!
I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the same bunch of geriatric degenerates that ransacked my motorcycle last fall.
Hmph!
Psst… Wanna buy a blog?
Back in October, I posted a link to a Technorati utility that would tell you how much your blog was worth. To whom, I don’t know. But it didn’t matter much back then… cuz it was worth nothing, nuttin’, nada, zilch, squat. But now (heh heh) my blog is worth 11 grand!!
I shared my blog URL with my family members back in Newfoundland and suddenly doubled my fan-base.
Now 4 people are aware of my cyber-citizenship. 
They told me they read all of my previous posts and enjoyed it all. That got me thinking… since I migrated all my old posts from my old Blogger site I didn’t check to see if all the formatting and layout was ok with all my past posts. I checked it out… WHAT A MESS!!!
I spent this evening cleaning up the formatting and layout of my blog. Oh, the pressures of popularity!!
In St. John’s yesterday: Window Cleaner Dangles 90 Minutes Before Rescue.
Dozens of people looked on as firefighters tried to reach the man with an aerial ladder. However, the ladder was not long enough, so a high-angle rescue team was used instead.
The ironic part is that it took 90 minutes to be rescued by a guy named “Quick”!!
Semi-related, the representative from the fire department giving a statement was named “Byrne”. I can’t STAND it! 
I, too, was appalled when I read the CBC News article online this morning: Racist graffiti ‘appals’ professor.
“It looked like kind of squiggles,” said Jaya, who was born in India.
“So then I went over to the front and looked at it directly … and it was spray-painted in black, the N-word, the word nigger. It just seemed totally shocking and appalling.”
C’mon folks! This kind of incident is NOT what we need plastered all over the papers and internet. I am angered that this kind of hatred exists in my home province. We are all normally proud of our reputation of being friendly, welcoming and fun-loving. THAT’S what we’re all about.
You Newfoundlanders out there… I hope you are as outraged as I am . This kind of thing shouldn’t happen. This is not who we are.
You non-Newfoundlanders out there… please don’t judge us based on these morons who are so ignorant they can’t even get our ignorant racial slurs correct.