How fights start…
This week I received yet another email from my twisted friend with an interesting list of reasons that fights get started. It began >>>> How Fights Start…….
Monthly Archives: December 2009
Southbound on The Coastal Boat 1971
After loading Taffy and Newf on the boat, our southbound trip began. Once again, it’s the summer of 1971. Our VW camper is lashed down to the top of one of two hatch covers on the coastal boat. The trip south was to be fairly quick as she had disgorged most of her mail and
Boarding the Coastal Boat – The Vacation!
Our wedded bliss began immediately following our wedding in September ’69 when Cheryl and I moved to Goose Bay in the territory of Labrador in the province of Newfoundland. With that much description, you’d think it was a very big place -you’d have to think again. Think of a small town you’ve been to –
The Wildest Christmas Dinner
A friend who calls me “Twisted” emailed me this a couple of days ago. I thought it might be a good thing to share with my friends. This is an article submitted to a 1999 Louisville Sentinel contest to find out who had the wildest Christmas dinners. It won first prize. As a joke, my
The Pearly Gates (A Christmas Story)
Three men died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates. “In honor of this Holy season” Saint Peter said, “You must each possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven.” The first man fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on. “It
The Hot Pepper Story!
How naive can a person be? I was in my early twenties living in Goose Bay. One of my friends was a sergeant in the US Air Force. I’ll call him Sergeant Ralph. Two or three years earlier he had fallen in love with a Mexican lady, got married and now was stationed in Goose
Flowers for Christmas
My younger daughter posted these images on FaceBook. I just felt a burning need to pass them on! Page One Page Two
Merry Christmas – Jingle Bells – Punjab Style
Merry Punjab Christmas
Why men should not give advice!
Every now and again, something serious (read funny) shows up in my email box. Here’s a good example of why men should not be asked for advice! Dear Walter, I hope you can help me here. The other day I set off for work. I left my husband in the house watching the TV as usual.
How do you like your coffee?
There’s a deli restaurant in Toronto called The Pickle Barrel. When we lived in the area we loved to go there for pastrami, corned beef and other deli favorites. One of the waiters at the Pickle Ba rrel in Willowdale was always a little chippy and fun to deal with. He always rose to the