Over the weekend I was forcefully dragged a little farther into the 21 century via HD-TV. 

Recently hubby and I became the proud new parents of a monstrous new baby in the form of one of these new fangled things.

I enjoy pointing out to hubby that I grew up in the 60’s with black and white TV until I was 14 years old and did not get a remote until I was in my twenties.  Still marveling at these advancements, I did not see the need for anything else in the home entertainment department.

Each time we were even within a 10 km radius of a store that sold electronics, I would be dragged to the TV department where I was forced to stand at a wall of screens, all displaying ‘Happy Feet” in all it’s HD glory and hubby would ask; “Now doesn’t that look awesome!?!”   Then he would begin to dissect all the variable features of one TV over another, at least I think they are still called TVs. I would let this information flow through my brain like so much other white noise, but I must say hubby did sound very impressive using all that TV lingo.

Don’t get me wrong, the pictures on these things do look very impressive, but secretly I had put it down to the lighting in the store.

When our baby arrived and was plugged in I completely understood that commercial for HD.  You know, the one where the Russian Goalie is so short?  I was then certain that it was the lighting in the store after all, because quite frankly the only improvement I could see was that the TV is very thin, thus less area to dust.

“No!’ hubby gleefully said, ‘now we need an HD receiver” and his eyes glazed over with the prospect of more electronics to play with. 

So I faithfully contacted our ‘Cable God’ (can’t say his name here) and ordered one up.  I could choose between having one of his Cable Angels descend and do the work for me, or go down, pick one up and hook this little do-dad up ourselves.

Being that hubby was so impressive in the store as he rattled off the comparison between 720p and 1080p etc. I opted to pick one up, this way there was no waiting and I would not have to clean up all the cat hair from behind the TV stand. 

We were told that once this new receiver was hooked up it could take up to 30 minutes for the box to initialize itself.  That was just perfect, we were going out for dinner and while gnawing on our hot wings, this little marvel of entertainment technology would be doing its thing, receiving its instruction from the Cable Gods.

When we arrived home not only did we not have HD-TV, we did not even have a signal.  Out came the manuals, three different remote controls and miles of wiring, but still no signal.

Oh, the anguish!  Being a typical man and having a man’s unreasonable fear of asking for directions or instructions of any kind, this struggle went on for quite awhile until I called the Cable God and asked to speak to a Tech Support Angel who then walked him through the hook up.

Then as hubby danced around singing the praises of HD-TV, all I could do was sit and moan the fact that I now have to learn new channel numbers.  It seems my devotional studies, that being the memorizing channels 4 thru 100 have all been for naught.  You see, all the HD channels start at 500.  Well,  that is just great!  Three years of extensive study down the drain!

O.k. I will admit that the picture is fantastic.  Now I am not only entertained by the program, but all the little nuances going on in the rest of the picture. 

A few examples being all the lint on a news anchors jacket, and the fact that the lovely fire you see merrily roaring away behind him is actually a TV in a cabinet with the fake fireplace channel playing and all those TV personalities that amaze you with their lack of aging? 

 Well, they have, I can see all the makeup filling up their wrinkles.  It should be called IFB-TV, because I know, I feel better.

Absorption – ab·sorp·tion 

There are various usages of the word ‘Absorption’, however when used as a noun in reference to cognitive ability it means – preoccupation with something to the exclusion of all else.

I have not written a blog post for over a month and the above excuse is the one I have used and the one I am sticking with.

I started writing a blog in an effort to discipline myself to write everyday, and I have been doing that, just not on my blog.  I am working on the first draft of “The Beast.”  That is not the working title of the project – that is what it is – a honking big out of control animal that at times devours every conscious hour.

What began as a seed of an idea has quickly grown into a selfish, hungry entity, with a life of its own, sucking at the grey matter in my brain – they are now a pale white. 

This thing which will probably never see the light of day, demands to fed daily and often and since there is no commercial formula for it, everything I feed it is made from scratch.

I almost gave up the blog, after all there are millions of them out there and they are born and die everyday, who would miss mine?

Apparently hubby.  You see besides Mafia Wars on Facebook, my blog posts are the only reading he does and I do not want to be held responsible for the deterioration of a good mind.

So I promise to begin writing blog posts again. 

DAMN! Got to go – the beast is hungry – again!

Well that was 2 million well spent!

Associated Press has just reported that the Sea Shepherd organization declared “whale war” on the Japanese fleet after the Ady Gil, a fibre-glass trimaran which holds the world record for the fastest ever global circumnavigation, was seriously damaged in a collision with the whaling ship, Shonan Maru II.

Anyone who sees the footage and is aware of the reputation this motor boat on steroids has for speed is that they could easily have maneuvered out of the way of the Japanese Whaler. 

See the following article: http://theportcitypost.com/2009/11/10/earthrace-joins-sea-shepherd-in-whale-wars/

“The Japanese whalers have now escalated this conflict very violently,” said Paul Watson, the founder of Sea Shepherd and captain of its flagship, the Steve Irwin. “If they think that our remaining two ships will retreat from the Southern Ocean Whale Sanctuary in the face of their extremism, they will be mistaken. We have a real whale war on our hands now and we have no intention of retreating.”

Sea Shepherd justifies its actions by claiming that the Japanese are themselves breaking the law by hunting endangered whales. Whaling has been banned under an international moratorium since 1986, but the Japanese fleet carries out its hunt in the name of “scientific research”, which anti-whaling activists and governments dismiss as a cynical pretext.

O.K. so two wrongs do make a right!!!

I know some people make New Years Resolutions….I do not.

Nope I gave that useless cause up a long time ago. So then I started working by the decade.  Because really what serious change do you really think you could possibly overcome in just one stinking year?!?

In all probablity?   Absolutely nothing. 

I sort of feel the same way about birthdays.  I use to say, well…last year truly sucked, but ah ha!!  This year is going to be soooo different!  Yeah, well that didn’t work either. 

 I began to notice a pattern developing.  Each year got worse than the last one.  My thirties absolutely sucked, I mean big time.  I got a divorce, lost a whole wad of money and fell in and out of lust (you’ll notice I did not say love?) with the biggest asshole in the world.

When I turned forty it was almost with a sense of relief.  I mean I could not possibly be as dumb as I was in my thirties.   Guess what?

Yeah you can.

Now you are not only dumber – you are older too.  And that double sucked!

I reached out to my friends on Face book for input on their New Years resolutions and got 5 responses.  Which means one of two things?  No one else is making them or that I only have 5 friends.

Hubby had some input.  He has resolved to budget his money better.  Well, I have now taken it away from him, so guess what honey, DONE!

So I have now set the most attainable goal possible.  I now have a daily resolution.  I will set tiny expectations for myself, try to do the best job possible at the jobs and chores I line up, and try to the best possible person I can be TODAY.

I will also try to be very good to myself every day.  I do not mean luxuriating in a hot tub with wine everyday (I have always found that pretty boring!) I mean eating right, doing things that bring me joy everyday, and getting lots of sleep.  The simplest ways I feel that we can do ourselves good.

Well. One thing though.  In the last decade I met hubby.  He is the most awesome loving, supportive and just down right cutest guy I have ever known.  He spoils me every day by letting me do what I love to do, which is cook, write, watch the weather and just generally love my family and be happy.  All he asks of me is that I do this….every day.

GAWD….what a slave driver!

Is it just me or Christmas changing somewhat?

Example: Last night was the first time the classic a Christmas Carol was aired? 

Some of my fondest Christmas memories were spent in front a of television watching such classics as the animated Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer or one of the myriad versions of Dickens’ ‘A Christmas Carol’.

And what about Bing Crosby crooning out ‘White Christmas’ another classic which led us to believe that being snowed in and owning a collection of chintzy angora sweaters was all a girl needed to catch a man.

I know that ‘Davy and Goliath’ the old clay figurines romping through Gumby land cannot compete with the special effects of today…but what a sweet little lesson there. 

They have now sort of unofficially named ‘National Lampoons Christmas Vacation’ the NEW Christmas classic.  This is with out question a hilarious movie, but Clark is hardly Scrooge and what message is it getting across except to perhaps pack up your family and get the heck out of dodge before in-laws and distant family show up.

Home Alone is another movie which has been stuck in the Christmas loop – meaning playing continuously on one of the 300 cable channels coming into our house.  Again a funny movie but realistically no matter how precocious your child I think you would notice if he or she did not show up to the airport with you.

Here is another observation;  use to be you couldn’t get Christmas carols out of your head for anything, now I go to bed and wake up humming the TELUS’s Hippopotamus Song.

Well..for that one I guess I should be grateful…I am no longer going crazy with ‘Lady Gaga’ assaulting my brain over and over!

Well about AWESOME Christmas gifts….well you are on your own.  There is only 3 days left of shopping so I don’t know what to suggest.  If you are really stuck Super Store has cheese on sale….always a winner!

Overcome with guilt that I have not written anything on this blog for a few days I am passing on the following story sent to me by my adorable sassy mother-in-law!

Hubby will be on my case for not writing my own material, but hey at least I am keeping it in the family.  Besides, with all these sugar plum farries dancing in my head, I simply cannot think straight these days.

This is an article submitted to a  Louisville Sentinel contest to find out who had the wildest Christmas dinners. It won first prize.

Christmas With Louise

As a joke, my brother Jay used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them. What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay’s kids’ stockings overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.

One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don’t sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown.

If you’ve never been in an X-rated store, don’t go. You’ll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, “What does this do?” “You’re kidding me!” “Who would buy that?” Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section.

I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger I n my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour.

Finding what I wanted was difficult. “Love Dolls” come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I’d only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for “Lovable Louise.” She was at the bottom of the price scale.

To call Louise a “doll” took a huge leap of imagination.

On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life.

My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise’s pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours.

The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more.

We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner.

My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. “What the hell is that?” she asked.

My brother quickly explained, “It’s a doll.”

“Who would play with something like that?” Granny snapped.

I kept my mouth shut.

“Where are her clothes?” Granny continued.

“Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran,” Jay said, to steer her into dining room.

But Granny was relentless. “Why doesn’t she have any teeth?”

Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, “Hang on Granny, hang on!”

My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, ” Hey, who’s the naked gal by the fireplace?”

I told him she was Jay’s friend.

A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa’s last Christmas at home.

The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the mantel, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa.
 
The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants.

Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car.

It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.

Later in my brother’s garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise’s collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.
 

Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health.

I can’t wait until next Christmas.

Now XMAS!!

Living with one CRAZY – NASCAR fan I can tell you that this is a dream Christmas gift next to maybe only getting a hold of Jeff Gordon’s fire suit – post race.

6 Laps Behind The Wheel Of A Race Car On NASCAR’s Most Exciting Track – Talladega Superspeedway

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Your thrilling racecar driving experience at Talladega Superspeedway begins with first-class insight from a DJRA Certified Racing Instructor who will teach you everything you need to know about these amazing racecars, the track and the safety aspects of high-speed driving. Next, its time to climb through the window and get strapped in to the Sprint Cup Stockcar!

Seated next to an instructor, you will learn hand signals, drafting, and how to enter and exit the speedway. Then take off on 6 straight action-pack laps around NASCAR’s largest 2.7 mile track – Talladega Superspeedway. Reaching speeds up to 165 mph, embrace the true feel of the race car and find the racing groove. Feel free to pass other drivers, while constantly improving technique and lap times. This is the perfect gift for the NASCAR fan in your life!

Every Experience Gift is beautifully presented in our unique Xperience Days Gift Box.

So this is what Hubby will find in his stocking OOPS! Spoiled the surprise….oh well,  1 Jeff Gordon coffee mug coming up!

Hubby and I have now lived in Saint John for 2 ½ years.   I am now a little over half way through my emotional transition. 

I don’t think that is a real condition – it is just what I refer to it as.

I’ll explain.  When you first make a major move in your life, and even though you have an address, a phone number and receive mail, you still feel as if you are only visiting. 

On days when you are stressed or ill all you really want to do is go home.   Not home to where you will spend the night, but home to what looks and feels familiar.

For me, home was Edmonton.  I love it here in Saint John, but I was still an Edmontonian at heart.  I constantly compared and moaned ‘well…at home I could just go there, or do that or I would know where to find this in Edmonton…etc.” 

I know hubby was frightened that if I went back to Edmonton to visit, there was a good chance I would not use the return ticket.  This was why for the first year or so, I was never allowed to leave home with an ATM or major credit card.

This was also why he quickly brought home two cats.  He said it was because they were sooo cute.  But I know better – he knew I would have a hard time leaving the cats behind once I got attached to them.  Apparently I could leave him…but not the cats!

Verrrrrryyyy clever……

However for the last 6 months, I have been feeling more of a Saint John’r.   I do not want to be presumptuous as to suggest that I am a Maritimer yet.  I believe you must have been born here, or spend many years here before you may claim that appellation. 

I have been feeling less and less of an attachment to the West.  I am beginning to relate more to the Maritimer way of thinking.  So…like I said…moving through my emotional transition.

On the weekend….this feeling was almost shattered.   Hubby and I were on the phone with his brother who lives in Edmonton.  He was speaking to us while walking from his garage to the house.  You could clearly hear the sound his footsteps were making in the snow.  

It is very dry in Alberta and the snow is almost a powdery consistency.  During very very cold weather, walking in it makes the most distinct sound.  A sort of squeaky crunchy sound, like rubbing latex together…you have to experience it I think to truly understand.

But as he was talking and walking…we heard that sound….the effect was intense!  Both of us looked at each other and physically shivered!!

You see…the snow only makes this very distinct sound when it is Freekin EXTREMLY cold out. 

They say that sound and smell evokes or stimulates the most vivid memories.  That is exactly what happened when we heard the sound of his footfall.  Instantly I was back in Edmonton.  Memories flooded back.  Warming up the car or popping into a store, pumping your own gas etc.  The hair literally stood up on the back of my neck.

So the next time someone asks me why we would ever leave Alberta, land of milk and honey and ACTUAL shopping malls…I will just hand them this story from the Edmonton Journal.

EDMONTON  — It was colder in Edmonton Sunday than anywhere else in North America.

 

Environment Canada recorded a frigid -46.1 C, or -58.4 C with wind chill, at the Edmonton International Airport at 5 a.m.

 

Some flights scheduled to land at the Edmonton International Airport late Saturday night and early Sunday morning were diverted to Calgary because of the severe temperatures, said Edmonton International Airport spokeswoman Traci Bednard

“It’s really severely cold out right now, and if, for whatever reason, you get stuck or have to wait in a vehicle or get out, you’re going to be thankful pretty quickly that you were dressed appropriately for outside temperatures,” Dixon said.

“Act accordingly, be prepared and don’t put your safety at risk,” he said.

 

NOW for more awesome Giffties!!!

Kitchen Scraps ($29.95) Indigo; chapters.indigo.ca

Billed as superchef Thomas Keller’s most accessible book yet, serious home cooks will find much to emulate in this handsome, insightful bit of gastroporn. Word of warning: “Accessible” in Mr. Keller’s case still means recipes that involve making your own mozzarella. Too much? Canadian illustrator and chef-instructor Pierre Lamielle has a tendency toward kitschy recipe titles – “beans and gas,” “totally-baked-out-of-their-minds potatoes,” “religious hollandaise” – but he populates his first cookbook with whimsical illustrations and fun, manageable recipes.

This is just a thought; don’t you think it would be  easier to sell global warming to the delegates partaking in the Copenhagen Climate Summit IF was it was held  in the middle of summer and in a hotter locale? 

I am just an old Marketing hack but it’s a hard sell to convince the world of global warming when most of North America is currently under 10 feet of snow, and in the midst of a ‘Blizzard from Hell.’

Hold these things in the middle of summer in oh say – VEGAS!  There would not be a skeptic in the joint!

Now I know that blizzards or heat waves are NOT indications one way or the other.

Starving, drowning polar bears in the diminishing Arctic Ice cap is an indication.

Huge hunks of Antarctica freely sailing on a collision course with Australia is an indication.

The diminishing Arctic Marine food web & disappearing Arctic algae which feed organisms, which feed fish, which feed mammals, is an indication of global warming.

The destruction of Coral beds because of overgrowth of fungal spices because of warming ocean waters is an indication of global warming.

I am just saying.

Although arguments continue as to how much of recent climate change is natural and how much is man-made, only a few diehard skeptics doubt that the warming of the last few decades is real. Now, however, those skeptics can barely contain their glee at the release of a cache of stolen emails that they believe prove global warming is nothing but a colossal hoax.

“The conspiracy behind the Anthropogenic Global Warming myth (aka AGW; aka ManBearPig) has been suddenly, brutally and quite deliciously exposed after a hacker broke into the computers at the University of East Anglia’s Climate Research Unit (aka Hadley CRU) and released 61 megabites of confidential files onto the internet. … This scandal could well be ‘the greatest in modern science’.”

Ah….what? 

 Now Another UNIK Xmas Prezzie!!

Help Save Penguins from a Warming World

With their tuxedo-like plumage and charming good looks, penguins have become big stars on the Big Screen. But behind the glitz and glamour is a tragic story: Penguin populations have decreased by nearly 80 percent in some areas, and most scientists agree that rising temperatures due to global warming are the primary culprit.
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The earth’s temperatures are rising at an alarming rate. In Antarctica, home to the famous Emperor Penguin, the annual sea ice melting season has extended by as much as 3 weeks in recent decades. Less ice means fewer habitats and the loss of critical food, such as shrimp-like krill, which depend on polar ice to reproduce.

Tragically, penguin populations have decreased by nearly 80 percent in some areas, and the majority of scientists agree that rising temperatures due to climate change are the primary culprit.

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What are wonderful about the holidays whether it is Easter, Thanksgiving or Christmas are its traditions.

Some families have traditions which go back a 100 years or more, passed on thru the years and gently tweaked every generation or so.

I started a few traditions myself when I started doing Christmas – oh about 14 years ago.  Now you may say, ‘How so Fundywriter, cause we know you is an old lady – you must have had lots and lots of Christmas’s.’

Well. Not so.  You see I grew up a religiously repressed child.  I have no fear of telling you these things as my mother never reads this blog, and even if she did I do not think she can throw a bible as far as Edmonton to Saint John, so I should be safe.

I was raised a Christian, just one of the Christian religions which did not celebrate Christmas.  Well at least at home I did not. 

I am not going to tell you which faith it was but I was not particularly true to it as I did all sorts of things you were not supposed to do…and Christmas was one of them.

I loved Christmas.   The lights, the trees, the music and of course the presents.  I use to save up all year (easy cause I was just as cheap as a child as I am now) and buy my friends, teachers and sadly myself presents.   I would wait until my mother was not home and wrap up the gifts for others and hide them away in the storage shed.

Then, when we had school parties or concerts I would take my secret ‘Pagan’ hoard to school and pass out my presents to my friends.  After the holidays I would drag out my new clothing or toys and show off my Christmas haul to everyone.

I remember one year I even sneaked off and took myself to the Jubilee Auditorium for Tchaikovsky’s ballet ‘Nutcracker Suite.’  Can’t remember what diabolical plot I hatched that time to get out of the house.

That way I looked to the outside world …. Like everyone else.  I fancied myself a bit of a secret agent…this was highly sensitive work you understand.  After all I was living a double life!

I loved it – I had tons of fun at Christmas, difference is I just had it alone.  I also sang and performed in every Christmas concert and play – I was just the kid whose parents never showed up.  I remember being sent to the school councilor who wanted to talk to me about the lack of support I was given at home.

I then felt a little guilty about that – because it made my mom look real bad….oh well.

Now don’t get all sad and sloppy for me….I knew the rules, I just chose not to live by them.

Although if my is hubby reading this…then yes.  It – was – very – very – sad, and you should be ashamed of yourself for suppressing my exuberant Christmas spirit!

Once I left said religion of course the first thing I started doing was – you guessed it.  I came out of the Yuletide closet – in a BIG WAY! 

I am talking about a gloriously, outrageous, colorful orgy of Seasonal Sinning!!!  

The biggest tree, ornaments, decorations, prezzies, eggnog, plum puddings and Sugar Plumb Fairies dancing on my head and all that.  You name it, if it has to do with Christmas I do it and I LOVE IT!

But wouldn’t you know it hubby…because he has had Christmas all his life…is kind of ‘Bah Humbug’ about the whole thing.  Isn’t that just how it goes?  He just looks at me and shakes his head.  He covertly steers me away from the decorations department when shopping.  Shushes me when I hum carols, staring at me in bewilderment.

I use to put up my tree every December 1^st. and did not take it down until the second week in January or when the tree died – which ever came first.

I have a little tradition about what I make to eat and what I drink when I decorate the tree.  Then you have to sit for a long time and look at it with the lights off.  Then I have to go outside and see what it looks like from the street. On and on…..

Well….old Scrooge McHubby put the kibosh on that!  It’s too early blah, blah, blah.  So we came to a compromise.  Tree goes up second week in December or after the first snowfall. 

This weekend I think we all in Saint John can agree we ah….got some snow?  A nice Nor-Easter blew in dumping 18 or so centimeters of snow on us!

Ah….MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL!!!!!

Now  for some more AWESOME XMAS PREZZIES!!!!

The Lobstergram!

Got a New England native on the Christmas list this season who finds himself or herself land-locked with a new address? Certainly they’ll appreciate the delectable taste of home that a Lobster Gram can deliver. Surprise them with live lobsters shipped from Biddeford, Maine. The crustaceans will arrive via overnight delivery, along with any variety of other items including cheesecake, steaks, and chowders.

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