5 on the 25 - Thinking of You Edition

1. I will always remember the stories you told, your dirty jokes and how excited you were showing me your photos from Churchill after I had been there. You were one of the only people that understood why I liked it up there so much. I am in shock. I'll miss you, Wally.

2. Your house was the coolest house I have ever been in. Period. So many places to play and hide. Neener and I always had so much fun having sleepovers at your house, because it was never dull...and there was always good food!

3. I know in my heart you would have really loved Smyrish. I'm sure you and he would be traipsing about, going shopping at the dump, talking about your never ending projects, while mom and I rolled our eyes at you both. Every day, he does something that reminds me of you in some way, which is I think is one reason why I love him so much. Oh, and just so you know, yes, he can change his own oil and he likes to fish. ;)

4. I was driving through Chamberlain the other day, and thought of you. It was so strange, how I got to see you, and catch up with you out of the blue, after all those years.....and then to find out a few hours later that you were gone....I still can't find the words. You had so many plans.....

5. You, were an ass. But I adored you anyways. All the trouble you got in to, and dragged me in to from time to time. Saying inappropriate things to me all the live long day, and yet, you were one of my closest friends. When push came to shove, you watched out for me. I wish I hadn't lost contact with you, but I had changed, and you were changing for the worse. You lived such a tragic life, I wasn't shocked when I heard the news, but I was shocked at how much I cried for you. That was the saddest day.

Election Rant

Bah, elections.

I used to get all up-in-arms when it was election time. I'd always be up for a big discussion, whether it be about bashing one guy, or how wonderful the other guy was, or how really, they're all just a bunch of douche bags, and what does it matter, really. I urged people to get out and vote, even sent emails to remind people to do so the day before. I thought that really, we could change the world!

Now, I just don't give a fuck. I truly don't. I'm not a fan of our current Prime Minister, and if for some reason he actually gets ousted, I don't think I'll be a fan of whoever comes next. The whole thing is just one big Junior High School popularity contest.

I have been without a television for a while now, so I have been listening to mostly CBC radio and News Talk. Every day, I hear a leader of a political party yap about this and that, and it reminds me of that Family Guy episode where Lois runs for mayor against Adam West. She learns during the debate, that as long as she says "Lower Taxes" and "9/11", people will cheer and think she's the shiznit.

Stephen Harper and Jack Layton have perfected this form of "speech giving", and it is starting to grate on my nerves. All they have to say is:

" No coal tax!"
" The environment!"
" Farmer's rule!"
" Lower GST!"

And everyone cheers, unless they don't agree, in which they will say "Boo-urns!" and complain endlessly at 3pm coffee or beer o'clock.

I will still vote for someone other than Stephen Harper, but I'm just not sure who. I could always vote for the Green Party, but that's a bit of a throw away vote.

I may vote for Jack Layton, based on the fact that I saw him at The Pub a few weeks back, and now know that he enjoys having a few beers with his buddies, and that if there wasn't such a thing as YouTube, he totally would have signed girls' breasts.

Los Manlicious

I have been on a huge Hawksley kick this week, ever since Smyrish bought me his newest album Los Manlicious. His music seems to go along well with my ever changing moods, emotions and levels of motivation. I must say, this is his best album, in my opinion, since For Him and the Girls, so I've dragged that out of my collection as well, and put it back on heavy rotation.



I must say though, I feel for Mr. Workman. In comparing the album covers of his last 3 records, I noticed that he sure has lost his crazy, beautiful black hair mighty quickly. Poor guy. However, I am happy he's finally rockin' the baldness, and not hiding it under that ridiculous bandana/hat combo like he has been the past couple years.

Good Labour Day

Labour Day weekend usually marks a time in the year when I start to dread the upcoming Winter, and start thinking of things that are less than Summer-y. I put away the camping gear, drag out the sweaters and start thinking about buying socks and shoes that aren't of the flip-flop variety.

Knuckle Toes and I had, what we thought was our last festival, yesterday. The weather sucked and sales were less than stellar. As she put it at the end of the day, the problem was that there were no teenagers, which seem to be our market. But, it was a good day in the end.

Knuckle Toes introduced me to a wonderful woman she had met at the Ness Creek Festival, and in turn, she introduced us to the organizers of the Field Music Festival near Craik, Saskatchewan. They asked us to come and be vendors at their festival in a couple weeks.

Later in the day, I got to talking to this woman about how Smyrish and I are looking into buying land, and building a straw bale house in the future, and found out that she was actually one of the first developers and organizers of the Craik Sustainable Living Project and Eco-Centre. She was really excited about our idea, and has invited us to come and tour the community while we are at the Field Festival on the 13th and 14th. On top of that, she said that as long as I kept in touch with her, she and her crew would help us build our home, wherever we decided to settle.

So, maybe summer isn't quite over yet. I have one more weekend of camping, selling and socializing to do now, and something to look forward to. And, although I didn't do well when it came to making money yesterday, I did meet some people and learn some new things, and that's priceless, if you ask me.