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Happy Mother’s Day from…

the dog???

I don’t know which I find most amusing….

  • the fact that someone actually created a product just in case the family pet could get itself to the drugstore and purchase a sentimental card for his/her beloved mamma, or
  • the fact that they made several different cards so dear Fluffy would have a choice.



My Brush With Celebrity

I’m sure that the pending visit of Will & Kate to our fair city was not in small part responsible for the decision to move Canada Day festivities to Victoria Park instead of Confederation Landing.  And undoubtedly our taxpayers are paying generously to have both events bestowed upon us.  But our Canada Day trek downtown is a looked-forward-to tradition in our year, and I think this year it lasted about 30 minutes.

I expected amazing sand castles:

from Canada Day 2007

I expected a little fun something for my kids:

from Canada Day 2007

Frankly, I was disappointed this year.  Yes, yes, there was still cotton candy, but even that was not enough to sooth my expectant soul.  Even food vendors were set up in some weird system where first you had to pay real money to buy fake money to buy food.  Vendors didn’t accept real money.  And don’t get me started on the free fake tattoos. Yes, they were there… but I heard them tell kids that they had to go find some water to put them on themselves.  Seriously?  This is not the exemplary service I have come to expect from the volunteers in the Cradle of Confederation.

Now… as I am preparing to leave I am feeling somewhat let down because I had to admit that this event was to be my substitute for not being able to see Will & Kate.  (I would go see them except for the pesky little working for a living thing.  And my aversion to crowds.)  My long weekend, it would seem, would be both without fanfare and celebrity.  Until…. I saw him…. celebrity in a unitard…


Me: OMG!  It’s Spiderman!  I am walking among famous people!  This day is great!

Rainbow: Um… that is not the real Spiderman.

Me: How do you know that?  For certain?

Rainbow: You can see his underwear.

Me: The real Spiderman probably wears underwear.

Rainbow: And he doesn’t have web shooter things.

Me: Oh, he might.  Maybe he doesn’t want to show off.  Or maybe they’re malfunctioning.

: And he is sweating. Really bad.

: Well maybe those spidey suits don’t breathe.

So… the jury is out.  Either my weekend was with celebrity or it wasn’t.  But maybe it was.  Maybe.

I now like to think of myself as the paparazzi of superheros.

Remembrance Day Signage

This sign was outside a pub in my old home town today.

I’ve always found beer makes me forget more 🙂


Things That Make You Go Hmmmmm…

This is a sign from the hotel I recently stayed at in Ottawa.  Does it make you wonder what might have occured to necessitate having some of this stuff on there?  (Click for larger view).

Please note, this was not taken on my floor.  Presumably marching bands and circus animals were perfectly welcome there.  🙂

Another Seasonal Grow Experiment

You may recall how last year I bought one of those little soak and grow things in the form of a Santa head to divert my children’s attention from the fact that I hadn’t done all that much to get ready for Christmas yet.  Well, imagine my surprise to discover that I am not the only one who conducts little seasonal grow experiments from time to time.  Because apparently some folks I know are growing Jesus… because he is awesome… and I’m not even making this stuff up…



Now, I would have liked to have shown you the Grow Jesus in mid growth, because these folks were growing Jesus in a beer jug, and apparently nothing says “I love Jesus” like bloating him to a “slimy, icky, texture” in just the right vessel.  But by the time my camera was replaced (with a late birthday gift I’m still trying to learn to operate) Jesus was out of the beer jug and in the slowly shrinking phase. They plan to regrow Jesus once he is back to his original size (a baby Jesus, perhaps in time for Christmas??)

Now, the slowly shrinking phase struck me nearly as funny as the growing stage, as someone has taken the care to make Jesus a reverse growth chart, much like you’d have for your child in the door frame…


Then Rainbow was looking over my shoulder at the above picture as I was cropping it:
Rainbow:  What are you doing?
Me:  I’m putting a Grow Jesus on my blog.
Rainbow:  Why would you do that?
Me:  Because it’s funny.
She looked at the picture and said nothing.  Then I looked at the picture and added…
Me:  And because apparently Jesus is also a pirate.
Rainbow:  Yeah… that is funny.

PS:  So now I am wondering what would happen if they made little Saint Josephs for burying out of this growing material… because Jesus is not only a pirate, but a footless one.  Because what if you buried a grow Joseph in the spring, and it rained a lot while he was buried, and he grew to 600% of his size… That no foot thing could work for you in just the right situation… I’m just saying.


So yesterday, I was walking in to work, and there were security people giving tickets, and there were construction people working on walkways, and there were two other guys painting a parking lot.  In all it was a hub of activity from a fall spruce-up point of view.

So, I carry along my merry way to work, lunch and coffee in hand, and I’m halfway to the building when I think to myself, Self… did that sign really just say what you thought it did?  You should go back and take a closer look.

Sure enough…

Looks like the driveway painter, presumably Tom, has his very own personalized work signs.  And really, why not… Lots of people have name plates on their offices… why shouldn’t Tom?  The parking lot, for that moment in time, was his office per se.  And why don’t lots of other workers have personalized signs… construction flaggers could hold signs that say not only STOP, but “Please don’t run over Joe.” 

And maybe, as I’ve been such a horrible blogger this summer, a personalized sign might be just what I need too… to snag a little more computer time…

Couldn’t hurt.

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