Witless Bay, Newfoundland.

Take a look at these guys and I know you are saying “the name’s about right.” How could they have known, way back when they were naming this place? Impressive really.

It’s a sin, you know… but my sweet mother-in-law and myself took 400 bucks from these high rollers in the Annual Gully Pond Asylum $50 Texas Hold’em Open Competition. I almost feel guilty. Almost.

Well, hats off (or on) to Fox, Jim, and Mel for having the cahunas to pose for this picture. Your legacy will be forever remembered on the world wide web.

Better luck next year, guys.

My dog likes it when I go to Tim Horton’s coffee shop in the mornings. She loves the drive, she loves sticking her head out the window, and she loves spending time with yours truly. But most of all, she loves the free plain Timbit they give her when I go through the drive-thru. As we drive thru, they see the dog, and offer the little sweety a sweet treat.

I went to Tim Horton’s this morning, like many/most people do in Moncton. This morning I went into the store, rather than hitting the drive-thru. I ordered a large coffee, a medium cappuccino, and a single plain Timbit. The clerk kindly asked me if it was for my dog. I said yes and so I got it for free.

What’s funny is that if I say it’s for my dog, it’s free. If I say it’s for my wife, I gotta pay 20 cents. Hmmmm….

Ever been scared and don’t know exactly why? I’m not talking normal scared, like when a dog growls at you or your wife tells you she is trying a new recipe. I’m talking living-in-a-teen-slasher-movie kind of scared. Well, read on.

We were driving back to Moncton from St. John’s, NF. Our van has this on-board computer that lets you know how the distance to empty. It figures the average fuel economy against the remaining fuel and estimates how many kilometers you can go before filling up again. We were heading towards Deer Lake and a highway sign says we are 80 km away. Our on-board computer says we have 90 km to an empty tank. Experience tells us that we have roughly 20 km beyond empty, so we have LOTS of fuel… more than enough to make it to Deer Lake. Or do we? By the time the highway signs say we have 50 km to go, our computer says we are 20 km to an empty tank! What happened? The kilometers click down, there are no gas stations and we are getting nervous. Zero km to empty… Deer Lake 35 kms. Oh shit. Deer lake 20 kms… but now we’ve been driving 15 km on a computer-calculated empty tank. That’s when we saw it. “Gas: 13 km, Howley Nfld” with an arrow pointing to a small country road. Quick decision and a left turn and we were on our way…

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Thanks Cindy.

A year ago yesterday was my first official post.  To be totally honest, I thought (and you probably hoped) I would have given this up by now!

What a year it’s been!  You don’t know the half of it because I don’t post EVERYTHING.  But trust me, it’s been a crazy year of learning, change, stress, and the addition of many, MANY grey hairs.

Gosh, time’s fun when you’re having flies.  (Kermit the Frog)

Back from vacation, that is. Miss me?

We spent the last couple of weeks in Newfoundland. Ate too much, drank way too much, and didn’t get nearly enough sleep. Once I recover, I’ll start posting again!

Check this out… the eating, drinking and sleep deprivation couldn’t kill me, so the moose tried. This is actually quite a common sight on Newfoundland’s highways, but we’ve never been this close to striking one before. We actually had to drive around this young bull as he stood his ground in the passing lane.

Less than half an hour later, we came across another one. The second one saw us coming and turned back off the shoulder into the brush.

With two hours of driving left, and dark coming on, we continued white-knuckled and bug-eyed until we reached the ferry terminal. Scary stuff.