HAPPY FULL WEEK

Well....its definitely time to catch up here!!!  Christmas was a huge hit this year.

Christmas Eve:  We all went down to Craig and Jo's for the evening.  I am not sure how many were there but the huge house was packed.  All those people ranged from a one year old not walking yet to a very delightfully dementia(ed) couple of eighty something grammas.  They all belonged to someone...a pack full of rellies it was.

Everyone brought amazing appies!  And baking!!  And one of the couples brought christmas carol song books so at one point in the evening we had a loud boisterous awesome sing along! 

But the highlite of the night, and this whole Christmas, was when Kathy came into the living room and made a magical suggestion.  But first let me explain something.

My Mother's sister Iris and her awesome daughter Heather are spending the holiday with Kathy.  Antie I is 86 I think.  She has dementia, which just adds to her charm.  We answer her questions a hundred times over if need be...happily.  She carries around a good size bag full of wool.  Winding, untangling and crocheting is what she does continuously, stopping occasionally to either eat, sleep or play a round of giant jenga.  My other mother I always called her.

On Craig's side of the family is Carol, his paternal gramma...also delightfully dementia(ed).  I don't know her well but she is as cute as a button!

Carol was sitting over in one corner and Aunty I was sitting on the couch across the room.  Kathy came in and suggested we seat them together.  And so we did and then the magic happened.

  They started to talk to each other, repeating their questions about every three minutes:  And whats your name dear?  How do you spell that?  Where are we right now?  I don't know.  Whats your name dear?  How do you spell that?  And then they would spend a few sentences on the wool and untangling and crocheting and then....Whats your name dear?   It was soooo awesome.  And those two old ladies did that for FOUR hours!!!  We all stood back and just joyously took it in.  In fact Craig's mom, who was hosting that family's Xmas dinner the next day, asked if she could borrow Auntie I the next day.  Hahaha!

On Christmas day we had lasagna dinner up here at my place.  Christmas dinner was set for boxing day.  I bought three lasagnas from M&M Meat shop and they were awful.  I am really sad about that.  But there were twelve squeezed in at the table.   It was tight but it worked!  After dinner we played word games and there was no doubt that good ole' Auntie I beat us all!!!  Lovely day.

I got up at dawn the next morning and stuffed a giant turkey and made breakfast.  We thought we had bought a twenty pounder but it turned out to be about fifteen so it didn't take as long as I had thought it would.  Around three Monte and Anton ( our special guest that Kathy so warmly welcomed) and I packed the food into the van and headed down.  Kathy was flying around the kitchen, Jocelyn joined her and they put on a delicious dinner.  There were sixteen to table and we had yams, mashed spuds, veg. casserole, brussel sprouts, beets (mmmmm) turkey, stuffing and gravy.  I am sure I forgot something!  Then we played games and visited and played giant jenga (so nerve wracking! I almost got killed!)  What an awesome time was had by all.

The next day I layed out a spectacular lunch, if I say so myself and Anne's son Larry and family came for a visit.  Kevin and Tandy were here...Kevin and Larry are good friends and hadn't seen each other in forever.  They grew up together.  They have two lovely children, 10 and 12 and they played with Fenton and Elise downstairs.  Man we had a great visit.  K & T headed out to a hotel here in town for a couple of nights and I have the children.  Anne stayed til ten.  Another stellar day I must say.

Sometime in the night Monte woke me to tell me he needed help...his bipolar downward slide has become too difficult for him to handle. So down to the hospital he went to get help.  Poor guy...he just wants to be normal but that just isn't happening for him.  Its hard to watch too.  They gave him zoloft, I have no idea what that is or what it does.  Hopefully it will help in the long run.

So now here I sit with my grandchillens watching Jungle Book and eating junk with admonitions to not tell parents.  I think those admonitions are probably more damaging than the chocolate and chips!  Hahaha!!!  Gma's rule!!

Of course there were occasional bumps in the road as there always is when families come together.  But I aint' writing about those!!!  I want a family after this Christmas is over!!!!!  Love you all and Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!  TTYL

AUNTIE I PLAYING JENGA

BUSY WITH HER WOOL

VERY PLEASED WITH HERSELF SHE WAS

HEATHER CAN'T BELIEVE SHE DID IT!

UNFORTUNATELY THERE WERE A FEW PEOPLE MISSED....FROM THE LEFT...ANNE, KEO, LARRY, FENTON, KEVING, TANDY AND ELISE.  AQUINO AND MAX ARE MISSING

BELL RINGING, FREEZING, RUSSIAN BOOKS, TURKEY STUFFING

Today is bell ringing day for the salvation army.  Now I love to volunteer and do good works, but its twenty below out there.  I can't get warm inside this house, never mind out there in the windy cold.

The first stint I am doing with Michelle.  She is a good looking fifty something and does a lot for Kiwanis.  But...for some odd reason she doesn't drive.  I don't know why she doesn't drive, but she doesn't.  I don't think I know anybody over the age of 25 who doesn't have their driver's license.  Maybe she will tell me today why she doesn't.  I know its not just not having a car...she actually doesn't have her license.  She is a hoot though and I think it will be fun.  I am going to take a chair just in case.  No way can I stand for hours on end.

I asked Michelle why she doesn't drive and she told me that her husband died about the same time Spod did.  Apparently he drove her everywhere and she never had a need for a licence.  But now she is considering it.  She really is at the mercy of getting rides from everyone.

Kathy is signed up for the following couple of hours and if she doesn't have anyone to be with, and by the looks of it she doesn't, then I will go and help her out.  In this cold you need someone to spell you off for a few minutes so you can go inside and warm up.  Today we are outside the liquor store at Sahali.  Hmmm...maybe free samples would help.

I was just reading an article about how another blast of cold winter air is going to hit BC.  Okay, it continued to say that people need to look after each other at this time and particularly keep an eye out for the elderly as they are more prone to hypothermia than the younger ones.  Elderly...well jeez when are you considered elderly?  Nearly 65, fully grey headed, sore knees, sore hips, is that not elderly?   I will finish this post later and report back to you, if I survive hypothermia that is. 

Okay, I ain't gonna lie!  It was fekking cold out there!!!  It was dark, snowing and freezing.  But we made over 800 dollars!  And it was a lot of fun.  Michelle was a hoot, as I suspected she would be and it is always great spending time with Kathy.  When I got home I bundled up in fuzzy warm stuff, wrapped up in a cozy blanket and stayed sunk down in my fave kitchen chair.  But it took hours and hours to warm up!

I wrote the above a couple of days ago.  Sunday night K&K came up for dinner.  We had a great time!  They are such good company and Kerry did the dishes afterwards!  I was very impressed and even more impressed with where he put stuff!

Monday evening Monte and Anton came by to jam downstairs.  I feel so lucky that I get to have such awesome music barrelling up the stairs.  I love it!  Monte had to run down to London Drugs and whip over to Walmart.  This gave Anton and I a chance to visit.  Somehow the convo ended up on books, and Russian Fairy Tales.  So interesting.  I ended up purchasing a beautiful Russian fairy tale, hard cover, and a kindle version of the funniest book called, "The Wasp Factory" by Iain Banks. (the latter is not Russian)  He is so funny.  Its worth looking it up on Amazon just to read his preface.  I have only started the book but I can already tell I am going to thoroughly enjoy it!

Today has been a tougher day for one reason and another.  But one thing I got done was turn eight loaves of bread, six onions, half a cup of poultry seasoning and two pounds of butter into the yummiest stuffing. (NO BESMIRCHING CELERY!!  shovel list)  I packed it into bread bags and into the freezer, all ready for the twenty pound turkey coming my way soon for roasting!

TTYL

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Not such a great day today.  I will post later.  Sorry.  TTYL

WRAP WRAP WRAP UNTIL YOU BREAK YOUR BACK

I shifted stuff around in my purple room, stacked all the gifts into relevant piles, hauled in a costco table and squeezed it into the room.  I shall be wrapping in there as its twenty below outside and stuff in the garage is on the verge of freezing.  Plus I can watch my crap tv at the same time!  Nothing like a little Judge Judy to spur one on.

I counted and so far I have 82 presents to wrap.  I think I might make a quick trip back to the dollar store and get some more gift bags!

And now...the tree.  sigh.  I have a lot of decorations down in the hell hole. (shovel list)  Some of them have made their way upstairs but I am going to do my best to keep it to a severe minimum.  I know the talk after christmas involves criticism of those people that leave their outside lights and decs up too long.  With me its how long the boxes of decorations sit behind the couch and not taken down stairs and put away.That is NOT going to happen this year and to ensure that it doesn't I found the perfect solution.  Don't bring them up to begin with.

I sure learned something the hard way today.  I was frying up onion, pepper and chopped mushrooms.  I was going to add eggs then make a breakfast wrap.  So as the veggies were frying I decided to add a bunch of hot sauce to the pan and cook it into the veg.  I have been on a real chilli flake and hot sauce bend lately.  So I dumped in a ton of Frank's and Chalula sauces.  Mmmmm....and within two minutes I was choking and sneezing and literally coughed til I upchucked...twice!  And it wouldn't stop!  My eyes were burning and my nose was running and I coughed my lungs up.  Never again!

Hahaha!!  I just got off the phone with Aryn.  She and Bradley have Molly right now.  The idea was that she would be making a decision if Molly's checklist favoured living or ....well you know.  So, I don't think Molly is going to be facing the grim reaper any time soon!  Probably because she is so much more loved, appreciated and coddled, she is not freaked out by two angry people here thus she isn't peeing on their floor.  And it sounds like she is having the time of her life.  Bradley takes her to work with him and as I am sure he is finding out, Molly is an extreme babe magnet or ice breaker...depending on your current status.

I remember going for coffee with Kathy a while back.  She brought adorable baby Ainsley and I brought annoying stinky Molly.  Guess who everyone went crazy for?  One woman even tripped on the curb and damn near went down she was so busy trying to get to Molly.  So I don't think she is coming home anytime soon.  Which is great for me.  I don't even miss her.  Not even in a good way.  Its like I never had a dog.  The only time she enters my consciousness is when I notice that the floor actually needs to be swept now.  She used to keep it totally clean...she would even eat spilled coffee beans!

Well I could drone on and on here but I would just be procrastinating the inevitable and boring you folks stiff.  So I am going to jet and get at it..TTYL

XMAS....CAN BE FUN

I am always hesitant to be too honest about what I feel about some things because I know my family and friends are reading this.  When you actually put it into words either by blog or mouth it tends to make your opinions much stronger and fixed than maybe it is.

The other day I reacted to an article I was reading. It was about the fact that the powers that be are building safe places to take drugs...just in case of an overdose.  As I have made very clear every which way my sympathies do lie with junkies and the addicted.  No sympathy for the partier taking chances.  But when I read that even more money and time and energy are going into that mess downtown eastside I got a little ticked off and made a comment to that effect.  And, of course, it came out way stronger and not even really what I thought about junkies safety.  I just wish they would solve the homeless problem, put some energy time and money into that.  But Monte heard what I said and took umbrance with it and wouldn't listen when I tried to explain what I really meant.  Lesson learned...don't say crap to begin with.  But I am going to here right now.  LOL!!

I love Christmas...the tree, the gifts, the shopping, the excitement and of course the awesome food.  But I have discovered as I get older that there is a downside to it all...especially if you are the mom in the event.  Unless you are a master delegator, which I am definitely not, the work load becomes pretty heavy.  The one part though that I exempt from this is any cooking.  That part I can never get enough of.  And I love the gift shopping...the more the better!

But I hate wrapping.  I used to like it but I don't anymore.  If I had my way I would haul out all those stupid plastic grocery shopping bags you keep because, well they're bags and could be reused, that you have stuffed into every available space in the back of your cupboards and throw a gift into one and tape it up.  That would solve the bag overload problem and it would be so easy...no ripped paper, no mistaking the size of the paper you cut, no little dainty pieces of tape, NO GARBAGE!!!!

House cleaning....those corners you don't clean until your house is going to fill with company.  I know...all you out there don't have this problem because you keep your place perfect year round.  Unfortunately I don't.  So around this time of the year I start to frantically haul out boxes from under the guest bed, empty the seldomly used bathroom's garbage can, clear off the washer/dryer of casserole dishes, roasters, slow cookers etc..that never made it to the garage, clean the garage yet again, decorate the tree...finally, clean my private bathroom (which, other than the toilet and sink, I never clean), organize the hall closet so guests can hang their coats, blah blah blah...(shovel list).

And decorating.  Oh jeez.....I have a hundred giant boxes down in my hell hole full of beautiful appropriate christmas decorations.  But I really hate decorating.  I love the look of greenery boughs draped along the mantle, full of twinkling little lights.  But my greenery is stiff and unbending and just won't frigging stay there.  And I string lovely little lights all through the wee branches and then string a bright giant orange extension cord off the end and it looks like sh*t.

I have a beautiful giant wreath, a fake one with battery operated lights wound around and through it.  Beautiful.  But....the damned thing bounces every time the door opens and shuts, and when that happens little crap falls off the wreath.  Little red berries, the odd pine cone, little tiny green branches...etc...and within one day the four double AA's are toast.

I have a beautiful tall cone shaped gorgeous pretend artistic christmas tree.  Its white and glittery and has little lights....and its lopsided.  It is really pretty but when people walk into the room they all say....oh, hahaha that tree is going to fall over.  No its not.  Its just stupid.

I could go on but I won't.  I just know that by the 24th I am cranky, tired and ready to throw the towel in.  Then something magic happens.  Christmas eve.  I have never had a bad one.  The family, guests, food, laughter, chocolate, fireplace, soft  christmas tree lights, excited children....makes it all worth it...til the next day, after dinner and that mountain of dishes....LOL!!!  TTYL

THROWBACK TO THE SIXTIES

I have a feeling I had best get this post done.  I do not feel well and getting worse as the day goes by.  My head hurts, my eyes are burning, hacking and coughing and I am hot.  Whine!  I found out there is a flu going around Vancouver right now and I was at very close quarters with about three hundred Vancouverites the other night.  Dang it!!!  One of our boys wasn't feeling too well either.

At four thirty Tuesday afternoon Monte, Graham, Anton and Eithne came by April's and picked me up.  We then picked up April at her work and over the bridge to Emily's and picked her up.  The two boys had to sit on the floor and we just hoped for the best.  This is what we used to do back in the sixties in old VW buses...but smoking the good stuff at the same time.  The trip downtown was a hoot!  Turns out Emily and Graham went to school here in Kamloops together.

For those that are not in the know....there are two restaurants downtown and one in Whistler called The Warehouse and one is called the Factory.  Their menu is extensive, their food is delicious and every dish is 4.95.  Pirogies, hamburgers, fries, enchiladas, shepherd's pie, macaroni, spaghetti, salads, ribs and on and on.  Portions are a good size.  We went to the Factory and had a delicious dinner.  We then went to the concert which was even better than we hoped.  Love that band!!!  Thank you Emily!!!!

Afterwards Monte dropped Em and I off at her awesome little apartment before driving the others all home.  Em and I sat up into the wee hours visiting...good visiting.

The next day the boys picked me up and we went somewhere in Vancouver to another super cheap place for breakfast called Bond or Bonds.  Their breakfast....pan fries, a meat, two eggs any way and toast for 4.95 and endless coffee.  Now, I wouldn't say this if any of those kids were reading this blog, they aren't, but....I would rather pay an extra five bucks and get a smaller, but better made breakfast with better coffee.  Oh, there was nothing wrong the breakfast, just not quite right.  I am picky about breakfasts.  But it was fast and cheap and something they could afford.  After a stop at Red Cat, a vinyl store, we headed home.  We left Van around two thirty and drove into our driveway at six thirty.  Made good time through the Coq.

You know, its dribbling snow outside.  Barely a skiff on the ground.  And its like twenty below.  Yet, those old dudes in the cul de sac across from me are all out shovelling their driveways.  THERE'S NOTHING TO SHOVEL!!!!  They are like that in the summer only with the lawn mowers.  I hope they freeze their knackers off!

Well I am going to go back to bed with a hot tea.  Oh, one more thing.  NO MOLLY!!!!  She is at Aryn's and the little cow has peed only twice on Aryn's floor.  Jeez, she pees twice an hour on mine.  Its soooooo nice having a break from her.  Apparently Bradley took her to work with him (he paints) and when Aryn went there she said it was so funny to see him busy with this little dog in a foofoo winter jacket under his arm!  She will be loving it!  TTYL

DANDY WARHOLS YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am sitting comfortably on April and Myles's couch in their new home.  Their home is so homey and beautiful.  I LOVE it!!!  I stayed here last night on their amazing couch.  I got the best sleep I have had in a very long time.

The first night down here I slept in the hotel room with Monte and Anton.  Sigh.  I was sound asleep when they bust in somewhere around two or three in the morning.  Then when we all settled, every little move they made sounded like a gun going off.  And jeez! they are so smelly.  Smelly feet.  Smelly pits.  Gaseous emissions.  I didn't really go back to sleep after that.

So last night around 11 the fire in the fireplace slowly died, the christmas tree smelled heavenly, the murmur of people in the distance, I drifted off to sleep and didn't wake up til five thirty this morning.  Unheard of!

Today I am spending a quiet day by myself in April's place.  I wish I had a car, I would have tried to see Clare and Tish.  It has been way too long since I saw them last.  But I don't have transport.  Monte and two buddies are picking me up at four thirty.  We then pick up a friend of April's then we pick up April from her work and then we go and pick up Emily and then we go downtown and find parking and go for dinner and then to the Dandy Warhols!!!  

Now this van has only five seats in it right now.  So two people are going to have to sit on the floor.  But I am going to make sure Emily is in a seat and belted down...my sister would kill me if she wasn't!  Actually the back seat holds three so the three girls will be fine.  But the two boys are going to have to sit on the floor.  I promised them that if we get tickets I will pay the fines!  Monte's a good driver so I am not too worried.  They can always get out and get a bus too.  Their choice.

It snowed here yesterday.  I hate to sound like those smug inlanders but seriously, you would have thought the world was ending.  People down here not only can't drive in one inch of snow, but they have awful tires.  You should have seen it!!!  A total gong show.  If you have a shitty car and a shitty driving record, STAY HOME.  Its not fair to all the other people with decent wheels and a decent ability to drive...in ONE INCH of snow.!  They would never survive in Kamloops.

Well its time to go get ready and pack my stuff up.  Tonight should be a hoot and I am spending the night with Emily!!!  Hopefully we won't be too tired when we get home and can do a little catch up.  I know she has to go to work in the morning.  I shall report soon on how it all went!  TTYL

MAMMA MIA

Yup, Kathy, Kerry and I are off to Mamma Mia tonight.  Bill and I went to the stage play of Mamma Mia in London a few years ago.  It was so funny and so well acted.  Its going to be interesting to see how this one measures up.  I have heard that its a fantastic production!  

Jeez!  I am freezing!  And if you know me you will know that that is ridiculous.  I am always too hot.  I have a feeling its pretty cold outside tonight.  I just know that even though the furnace still says 19, it sure don't feel like it!  In fact, I have to admit, that a few times today I have taken my phone and gone and sat in my bathroom for a while.  I have the heater Monte gave me last Xmas in there and its toasty toasty warm.  So I sit there and warm right up.

Well this is kind of a sad day for me.  I washed my hair today, which now that its volume is less than half what it was a year ago, is easy peasy.  And tonight I am putting it up, with great difficulty, in its very last poof.  My hair has become so thin and not curly that its a struggle getting it up there.  Next week I am going to make an appointment and get it cut off and hopefully some kind of perm.  I have had a poof up there for more years than I can remember.  The upside of it all though is that I will be able to go swimming now and get my head wet.  But I am still sad.

Well Monte and a couple of his little friends and I are headed to Vancouver tomorrow.  Today I got all the laundry done and the packing.  I should just leave my suitcase packed.  I only wear about two shirts and two tights here at home.  I never wear anything else.  Day in day out...the same thing.  The only time I alter into other stuff is when I travel somewhere.

 I am the same way about my food.  Same thing day in and day out.  Although now and then I will suddenly not want whatever the current food is and change it up.  Then the same thing over and over for a month.  Right now its wieners cut up, croutons, chopped tomatoes and whatever other veggies there are and homemade thousand Islands dressing.  A complete balanced meal if you ask me!  Once in a while I throw in a tv dinner.  I love them!  Especially the instant mashed potatoes....my all time fave food.  And I am pretty sure they always put sugar in their vegetables...what ever they are.  One thing for sure...I am NOT going to cook meals for myself.  Other than wieners I hardly ever eat meat.  So what do you cook?

Well I don't have much else to report.  I have my fingers crossed we won't have any significant snow between now and next Wed. when we get home.  TTYL

I AM SO BAD AT SELFIES

THERE IT IS, MY POOR SKINNY SAD DEAD POOF.  ITS GOTTA GO:(

I'M SO MAD RIGHT NOW

I have tried really hard to keep news events, current affairs, politics out of this blog.  We get enough of that crap on social media.  But....I just finished reading an article on the fentanyl crisis.  And every time I do read about it my dander goes up.

I am a taxpayer...a hefty one.  And I am quite happy to have my taxes spent on creating and maintaining a healthy, educated and housed citizenship.  But there are times when it seems to me that there can be a real imbalance on the allotment of those funds and along with that a lot of whining.  

I guess what really got me this time is that even though the government is spending over fifteen million on this latest drug crisis, it isn't enough according to a lot of people...especially the families of the recreational drug players.  I have a pretty harsh judgement of this, which let me make clear, does NOT include the downtown eastside type junkies. Obviously they are true victims and they need all the help we can give them. Starting with housing...but thats another topic entirely.

No, I am talking about all those peeps, dead ones now, out there that are not addicted, they just want to party.  There are a lot of them.  And they knew exactly what they were doing...playing Russian roulette with pills instead of bullets.  And not only do I have zero sympathy for them, but I am pissed off.  I don't think even one dollar should go out to help those, especially when its taking it from the ones that clearly do need the help.  And if I hear from one more grieving (whining) mother of a dead kid that knew better but did it anyway I am going to scream.  What the hell did they think was going to happen?

In the article I just read, the mother was so upset because 'the government' wasn't spending more money than they are on helping our youngsters understand the seriousness of doing drugs.  Are you serious?  A little brat is going to do what a little brat wants, risking death or not.  And she was pissed off because more money was spent on one of the killer flus that came through one year...you know, the illness that killed our truly innocent, seniors and babies, than on a drug problem that  her darling  chose to participate in...fatally.  

Okay I am getting mad again so I will stop.  And if this offends anyone well, I am not sorry.  And if you have anyone in your family that might be stupid enough to play this roulette game of pills, have a chat with THEM, not the government.
TTYL

AM I DEPRESSED?

It's funny, I have read all about depression and the signs that someone is depressed.  I see this in Monte with his ups and downs.  From what I have read, the major signs to look for are:
not leaving the house
not getting dressed
not eating properly
sitting around and staring at the tv
not showering enough
house gets dirty
sleeping too much
not seeing people

That is just some of it.  And right now I am guilty of every one.  Except....I am totally happy!  I am completely in my comfort zone.  I love staying home, I haven't been out of the house since a week ago Tuesday.  I am wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday and the day before and the day before and the day before.  I don't eat right thats for sure. I sit in my chair and either stare at Judge Judy or read books on my laptop.  I did shower in there somewhere though.  My house gets really dirty til Wed.  We clean up in preparation for Alice, the SCARY HOUSEKEEPER.  I sleep on and off all day and discourage people from coming over.  And I am as happy as a clam!

But....I do get off my chair now and then and get stuff done.  I sorted out the Native art.  And there was a ton of it!  I also sorted out all my artwork.  Photography canvas prints, store bought art work, a couple of paintings by Gramma...Bill's mom, April paintings etc...  I can't hang it all up at once so I have organized a rotation schedule with it all. That took a lot of time.  And bit by bit I am organizing the rest of the hell hole.

Another thing I have done is pretty much all of my Christmas shopping...on line!  I LOVE Amazon.ca.  The shipping is free and they sell everything, absolutely everything.  The hardest part is finding what you want.  If you know what your looking for its easy, but if you are just wanting to browse for ideas, it can be tricky.  For example, I happened to click on something, I don't even remember what and at the bottom of the page where they put suggestions, I saw the most beautiful cushions you ever saw.  And they were cheap.  I couldn't believe my eyes!  So I bought eight of them!  I would never have even thought about looking at cushions but there they were.

 Another time I typed in Stained Glass and all sorts of stuff came up, lamps, dishes, bedding, pillows etc...and one magnificent amazing colourful shower curtain!!!!  I ordered it before you could say bob's your uncle!

Then for the next while every day or every other day that magic thing happens.  Ding Dong!!!  I go to the door and there is parcel sitting there!!  And every time we finally remember to go to the mailbox and open our slot...there is a big key!!!!  It opens the parcel box below and there it is...a parcel or two!  I have a couple of tables in the garage covered with all the goodies..waiting to be wrapped.  

There is one thing I do now, I have learned the hard way,  I make a list of people I give presents to and as soon as I order stuff I go to that list and write down beside the person's name what I have ordered.  Then when it comes I go back and put a star beside it.  Its easier to keep track that way.

Well tomorrow my houseboundness ends.  Tomorrow afternoon I am going down to Jo's to babysit for a while.  She has an appointment so I shall go and, if she isn't napping, play with my fave niece.  She is such a hoot!  I can't think of a better way to get me out of the house!!  TTYL

ONE LITTLE, TWO LITTLE, THREE LITTLE NATIVE MASKS!!!!

Finally, I do believe I have earmarked all the native art Bill and I collected over the many years.  There.  Is. So. Much!!!!!  But with a little work I have found homes for all of it...every last single piece.  Bill had quite the eye for good pieces...masks, totem poles, talking sticks, giant whales, bowls, many salmon, halibut, a giant sun mask, standing native elder statues, etc....The one piece I am keeping for now is the beautiful bent box Brad gave him one year.  Right now it is holding his ashes but I believe it will go back to Brad eventually.  First we will be making a pilgrimage to Bamfield to spread those ashes. It only seems fitting and we all want to see the place again.

Well my table has been moved into the dining room!  It is huge, probably bigger than a decorator would like but I can sit eight now comfortably, ten in a squeeze.  Tonight Levi is here and he is going to build the buffet I bought that needs building.  I am excited to get my dining room back into shape.

April is doing so well right now!!  Today was moving day, they moved into the place they have just bought.  And it is a different feeling when you actually own your place compared to just renting.  They are ecstatic!!!  She has been texting me all day like crazy!  And the pics she has sent look so awesome....cozy and pretty.  They have an actual wood fireplace and they are one of the few in the world that love getting firewood and the smell of smoke in their place!  They are spending this xmas at home, creating their new traditions.

Speaking of xmas...tomorrow is the day...I think.  Tree time!  I really want to get it up before I go to Vancouver on the fourth.  I also want to get the xmas lights up outside.  Everybody else within eyesight has theirs done.  They also had all their driveways shovelled by seven oclock this morning.  Sick bastards...all old dudes competing.

Well I had to toss the playpen out the door.  It absolutely stunk.  To high heaven.  That little cow has been steadily peeing in it.  Stupid dog.  So back to her little dog cage for periods of time.  She still manages to pee here and there though.  I am taking her to Vancouver with me and she is going to go and stay with Aryn for a month.  Aryn (also known as the Dog Reaper) will assess the situation.  If it seems that her kidneys are that bad, like Parker and Homer, then it will be lights out for her.  Aryn will take her for that final drive.  I will pay.  She made it fifteen years.  Not bad for an unhealthy runt that they were going to put down!

I made a cake today.  Its that old recipe, "Fruit Cocktail Cake" from the More From Bridge cookbook.  I watch a show call Anna & Christina's Shopping Bag.  They cook from, and critique cookbooks.  They did this particular Bridge cookbook and the only thing they liked was this Fruit Cocktail Cake recipe.  In fact they raved about it.

So I made it.  And its awful.  Sugary sweet, no flavour and very very rich.  Its more like a dessert than a cake.  What a waste of time.  Fortunately I made a loaf of brown bread too.  Both are steadily disappearing with all the boys about.  They don't seem to care.  In fact the giant square loaf of bread is now missing all its sides.  They like the crust.  LOL!!  

OUR CHRISTMAS DOG

PLAYING WITH LAPTOPS AND PHONES, NOT BUILDING MY BUFFET

Gotta bounce!!  TTYL

TOXIC PEOPLE....GET THE BOOT

I don't normally write personal stuff like this, but I came across some info, bits and pieces, enough to put together a pretty 'not nice' picture of certain families.  And if they are reading this I don't care.  The only reason I am writing this is maybe even if one person out there in reader land reads this and it makes them think about their actions then its worth it.  But really its because I'm pissed.

For many many many years I was with Bill.  There was a certain prediction from a certain person that we wouldn't last ten years.  Well guess what?  We did.  Not only did we stick it out for almost thirty years, I made him happy.  We had a couple of rough patches at the beginning and there was always the ongoing marriage crap that happens to everyone...but we were joined at the hip and happy.

Bill was very antisocial.  I tried and tried and tried to get him to be more involved with his family and the few people he knew.  The only one he followed up on was Clare and Dave.  He could be very very stubborn and a true home body.  But we were really content and happy.

But that seems to not count to certain people.  It has come to my attention, there are people out there, in fact a whole family of them, that Bill's happiness didn't matter and the amount I loved and took care of him amounted to a hill of beans.  But thats actually okay, the feeling is very very mutual and has been for a very long time.  An odd family.

So if you have an in-law or a best friend married to someone you have decided to not like, think twice before you gossip and shun.  Pretty low class if you ask me.

Anyway, unfortunately I doubt that any of them read this and if they even did they probably wouldn't figure out its them.  LOL!!  I will quit now.  I feel a lot better and now I am going to go and do one more thing that I should have done years ago.  A simple click of the finger.  TTYL

WESTWOLD

Yesterday was destination Westwold.  I read on a friend's facebook page that he was going to be selling his pottery at the Westwold craft fair.

For those of you who are not familiar with Westwold I shall give a brief description.  You know that old cliche saying, "Blink and you will miss it"?  Well there you go.  I just gave you a brief description of Westwold.

They did have a fairly large hall and it was crammed full of tables and tables of stuff and people.  It was an ugly day yesterday.  Snow, slush, rain, mud....no where to park etc...but many many people, bless them, were there.  The cars were lined up all along both sides of the highway and the parking lot was full to max.

I had decided to go because of that friend on Facebook.  His family and ours lived on the Experimental Farm in Smithers back in the fifties! By total happenstance, through the Smithers Facebook page, I discovered pictures of that family and reconnected with Alan Price (no relation) and his brother Barry.  And it turned out that Barry lived in North Vancouver and his son Tim was the same age as Monte and had been in our house many times!  What a coincidence!

  So when I read that Alan was going to be at the Westwold fair, I decided to go and actually meet him!  He lives in Armstrong, not far from where my dad was born, raised and buried.  Connections!!!

I picked up Anne, who came with me for the day, and we headed off.  Its about an hour away.  There were a lot of people there, I was very surprised.  But, I spied him immediately!  Big hugs and happy conversation and beautiful pottery.  I spied the two pieces I wanted immediately.  They are beautiful!  I also bought fudge, jam, cake etc...from some of the other awesome purveyors.  Its amazing what people can produce with their two hands.  I can't make anything so I am really admiring of those who can.  It was a very pleasant event I must say and really amazing to see Alan in person!

On another note I am still waiting for some of Monte's friends to come and help move the dining furniture for me.  Its funny how that kid has helped numerous people move their crap with his van and his muscles, but now that he needs help....where the hell are they?

This is an age old problem.  I have been the owner of a truck pretty much my whole life.  Back in the day when us younguns did a lot of moving, I was constantly being asked to borrow my truck.  Well, I never leant my truck to any of them.  We were all poor and if they racked it up they would never be able fix it.  So I always came along with the truck, babies in tow, and moved them.  And even when they promised that they would have people there to help, they never did.  So I would strap the kids down in the truck, roll up my sleeves and hump couches, boxes, chairs, tables etc..into the truck then out of the truck.

Then it would come to my moving day.  And I moved about six times before Kevin got into school.  And not once did any of those people I moved ever show up.  My friend Anne did, every time but she was the only one.  The final move was my whole condo into a budget truck and she and I, just us, moved it all... even a big enormous huge piano up a ramp into the truck and tied it down.

So, hey you people out there that use friends to move, help them when its their turn.  Its only fair.

TTYL

FALL SHOCK

You would think I would be used to falling by now.  But noooo.....

Usually when I fall there is a couple of seconds of oh...oh...recover...recover....no, no recover, change position quickly to one of self protection and then bam! down.  The whole fall takes about four seconds and its amazing how quickly your brain lines up helping endorphins and your body adjusts to a protective position.

Well that is NOT what happened yesterday.  I was heading out for a while, mostly to avoid the housekeeper and I noticed there was a skiff of new snow on the ground.  And, I had to haul the garbage and recycling containers up the driveway. There is a small patch of ice from a dripping gutter right smack in the middle of the sidewalk.  To avoid this insanely slippery spot I walked around on the grass and bypassed it...several times.

A wee while later I was heading out to the jeep, sailing along at a hundred miles an hour as usual, completely forgetting about the icy spot.  And this time there was no warning.  One minute I was whipping along and in a nano second I was flat on my face.  It was SHOCKING!!!!  I just lay there for a while chanting to myself, I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay......I thought I had broken my ribs!  I got up and went and sat in the jeep for a while, just getting my bearings back.  Then I tried to text April and my text finger (pointer on my left hand) was totally numb!  I couldn't feel it at all!  I had to text with my 'swear to God' finger next to it.

Then slowly but surely I noticed my right arm.  My right arm has not been higher than my shoulder for about fifteen years.  I pick cherries, paint, scrub high up on walls (like I ever do any of that hahaha) etc...with my left arm, never my right.  In fact thats why I text with my left hand...I just avoid using my right arm side as much as possible.  And when I fell, my right arm went straight forward and up and a lot of my weight fell on it.  Holy shit!!!  I can't even move it today.  Or my other one. My right arm feels like it was ripped out my shoulder socket and welded back on.  I think I pulled all my muscles!  It really was such a shocker.

I have thought about why I fall.  The last fall was just my stupidity.  I went back out with my box of pickling salt and solved the problem.  I don't want my housekeeper falling.  I hate washing floors.

But I have very little depth perception due to that stupid eye of mine.  That coupled with the eternal insane speed I do everything causes trouble.  I really do fall a lot. 

 When I play the piano, if I have to read the music, I wear an eye patch.  If I don't, the music on the right moves over to the left and the music  on the left stays there and its really hard to sort out what part I am supposed to play.  All that makes for uncertainty  

THIS STUPID SITE...WHY WOULD IT PUT THIS PIC HERE.  ITS SELF EXPLANATORY AFTER YOU READ BELOW

Sometimes I like to hop into Monte's van and ride along.  We went for lunch at a Jamaican place and the food was spicy and delicious!  Too much though, I couldn't finish it.  Neither could Monte.

Then we wanted coffee so we headed down to Zacks, our go to coffee house.  Of course about fifteen people Monte (and me now too) is friends with came and went.  One of them, a real little sweetie called Graham, drew my picture, badly I might add.  He is so funny and draws everybody.  He is actually Anton's roommate.  We were there for about two to three hours, chatting up so many different people.  I even saw a couple of my own friends.  So much fun.  

When I got my jeep from the Jamaican place and went home, there was a firetruck parked right across our driveway.  I had a brief moment of panic, brought back memories.  I am not in the mood to lose this house, at least not yet.  But they were just making a quick check on something and moved away as soon as they saw me stop.

I bought a buffet on Amazon.ca yesterday.  Free shipping.  Guess what arrived today?  And its condensed into a not huge box.  Sigh.  I think I shall call upon Austin's brother Levi.  I will feed him dinner if he will help me build that thing.  I have pretty much done all my Xmas shopping now...all on line.  Love it.  Gotta bounce!  TTYL

THIS IS A VERY OLD OLD PICTURE MY GRAMMA HAD, WE HAD HUNG IT IN BAMFIELD.  ITS A SATURDAY EVENING POST MAGAZINE COVER BY NORMAN  ROCKWELL.  HE DID ALL THE POST COVERS.  THE MAN IN THE HAT, SECOND TO LAST IS A SELF PORTRAIT.

THE BACK OF THE PICTURE...ITS OLDER THAN ME.  THE PICTURE IS CALLED 'GOSSIP'.  PRYOR WAS MY GRAMMAS MAIDEN NAME

THIS IS A VINYL RECORD COVER FROM THE SEVENTIES.  I AM LOOKING FOR THIS RECORD.  PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU FIND ONE!

THIS IS THE FOOD FROM JAMAICAN KITCHEN

SNOW SNOW SNOW AND COOKIES

Ugly stupid snow.  Once you don't have children, snow is just annoying and a lot of work.  I do believe though that I am going to use shovelling as my gym and walking substitute.  Oh jeez, what am I saying...like I go to the gym...NOT.  I hate moving and I don't mean houses.

So when I arose this morning to fluffy crap coming down, I immediately got that cozy slippers, bake cookies feeling.  So I did something I have only done once before in the last two years.  I hauled out my heavy awkward kitchen aid.

Having a shiny stainless steel, or bright red, or sickly pink, or beachy turquoise, or sunny yellow, or fleshy salmon kitchen aid mixer...is a status symbol in any chef wannabe's kitchen.  I lost a brilliant lipstick red one in our house fire in 2003 and didn't replace it until two years ago.  It's kind of like insisting on having stainless steel appliances...yet we all know what a bitch it is to keep them mark free.

Now I did use it one time, back in Langford.  My darling daughter Aryn came over, sausage making attachments in hand, and let me just say that after a lot of really rude hand gestures with really rude accompanying remarks, we made some pretty tasty lamb sausage.

But this was going to be the first time I have ever actually made anything in the bowl with the mixer paddle.  I never had the chance to use the one I had back in the 03's.  So I was kind of excited.  I decided to use it instead of my cheapo superstore eight dollar hand held mixer this time because I was making heavy batter...oatmeal raisin cookies...double recipe.  And seriously, if I just walked through the house once a day carrying that sucker I would probably lose fifty pounds by Christmas.

Well, it took me at least five minutes of dicking around to figure out how to get the top to go up and down. But guess what?  It doesn't!   I found a handle that lowers and raises the bowl, supposedly allowing you to remove the paddle and bowl when you are finished...which it does, but not without difficulty.

  I lowered the bowl when the mixing was done and spun the paddle to get the dough off of it.  But as  you lower the paddle off the dowel it was attached to...it would sink back into the batter...defeating the cleaning spin you did.  And there was no way to get the bowl out with the paddle attached.  Stupid.

And, in the beginning I fluffy beat the butter and eggs and sugar...but, only the little bit in the middle.  All up the side of the bowl and about two inches on the bottom, the butter and sugar refused to move and mix in.  So I had to keep stopping the damned thing and rubber spatula it off the sides and bottom.

Then it was time to add the flour, a bit at a time.  Well jeez!  There is only about four inches between the lip of the bowl and the very immovable heavy body of the mixer.  So I would tip the bowl holding the flour over but before it could pour out the bowl would hit the mixer and be stopped.  So I used a big spoon to scoop and dump, getting fricking flour everywhere.  What a dumb four hundred dollar set up!  Next time my little eight dollar special from Superstore will probably be my first choice.  

Then it came time to bake.  Oh my God!!!  Why me?  Why not the neighbours?  Talk about a cranky oven!!!  The back cookies cook too much, the front pretty much right and

THE LEFT ONE IS WAY UNDER BAKED, THE RIGHT ONE IS PRETTY GOOD AND THE MIDDLE ONE.......WELL..YOU CAN SEE ITS BURNT

MY MESSY COZY CORNER.  ALICE, MY HOUSEKEEPER WOULD SHIT A BRICK IF SHE SAW IT LIKE THIS

NOW THAT ALL MY HAIR IS DISAPPEARING I THINK I WILL BE CUTTING IT

the middle ones stayed raw.  I would turn the cookie sheet half way through then they all burnt.  I tried the convection bake and that burned the whole lot in five minutes.  So I put it on bake and it cooked half of them in twenty minutes...all at the same temp setting.  Oh well....I got cookies out of it!!!

And now I just looked outside and the snow has melted and gone!  I spent this whole day making snowy day cookies!  TTYL

SHANNON

I just read Shannon's comment on my last post.  I feel compelled to make a wee prediction.

When Spod was around I would now and then, during an interesting or serious event, either personal or worldly, I would stop and tell him I was making a Helen Prediction (sorry for using the first person there...I hate it when people refer to themselves in the first person).  And I would like to make a Helen  Prediction right now about Trump.

I think a lot of his rhetoric and pomposity and outrageous comments were just that...rhetoric, pomposity and shockers.  I think that when he gets in there some common sense will take over and he will start to listen to the greater experience surrounding him in the White House.  He really is truly inexperienced and will probably be open to advice on protocol to some extent and during this learning will cool his jets somewhat.  At worst the Republicans will stranglehold him and at best he just might do some shaking up thats been needed for a long long time.  Either way its going to be immensely interesting.  And if he tries to do anything really outrageous the people will rise up. One of the things the Americans are pretty good at is going out and voicing their opinions!

Anyway, enough of that.  Right now I am about to throw something violently out over the back deck as far as I can chuck it.  And that would be my pvr.  Yesterday I had Telus in and switched me over to fibre optics...no more shaw.  And I know its good for the brain to learn whole new systems but I ain't so happy about that part.  But all is going well, except that when I replay stuff I have recorded, it keeps freezing.  Every couple of minutes the playback freezes for about 15 seconds then plays again.  And every time it does that I want to kill something.  Or rather I want to pitch the thing out into the nether nether land.

I phoned telus when I started to type this part of the post and now am on perma hold.  sigh.  Okay I just talked to the best guy from Telus.  I went through the whole process of unplugging and plugging in and it looks like its fixed.  Plus awesome guy gave me his name and personal direct line should I have any more trouble.  Makes me feel a whole lot better I must say.  So no flying machines at my place today.

You know you are getting old when:  I got two fat packages in the mail yesterday from Rev Can.  Mail from Rev Can is never ever good.  So very trepidatiously I opened the first one up and then the second.  They are the preparation papers from Old Age Pension and Canada Pension to receive my pension on my up coming year.  Sixty Five.  I am so happy.  I never thought (and neither did my mom, she actually told me) I would get past thirty.  So any year past that is a bonus.  I have had exactly thirty four bonus years.  And that makes me happy!

TTYL

SO MUCH HAPPENING

Geez I miss Spod.  Maybe not in the way you might think though.  When I look back I physically took care of most things, shopping, cooking, cleaning, phone calls, bill paying, decisions etc...  but it was all shared mentally with him.  Just having him in on the know just made me feel better.  I miss that.

I am sure everyone is sick and tired of all the mellydram going on south of the border.  So all I am going to say is how shocked I am that so many Americans are okay with a misogynistic, anti abortion, minority hater etc.....classless redneck for a president.  Especially on the heels of the most gracious sophisticated president they have ever had.  Puzzling and troubling.  And I just have to say that personally I do not know one Canadian that was pulling for Trump.  Not One!

A little follow up on the teen that was killed in our neighbourhood....they seem to have caught the guy.  He was driving a jeep identical to mine.  And  if his jeep drives the way my critter does...its possible it WAS an accident and he just didn't stop.  At least there will be some closure for that poor family.

I am having a tussle with my housekeeper.  She is a crusty, smoking, talky hard worker...but....we originally arranged for her to come Friday.  This rarely happens.  She calls on Tuesday and moves it up to Thursday or even Wednesday.  The house has to be clean and no people home, so when the day she comes is never the same  its really hard to plan stuff.

So yesterday I got the usual call and in her defence Friday is a holiday.  She wanted to come this morning (Wed).  Not possible.  But when I told her she got pretty snippy!  LOL!!  So I ended up telling her not to come at all this week and to not plan on a Wed. ever.  Its just too soon in the week, especially if she did manage to come on Friday the week before.  Unfortunately for her she will be short 65 bucks this week.

I have spent an extraordinary amount of time on a completely frustrating endeavour the last few days.  And that is trying to find a moving/delivery company to move my table down from Sun Peaks.  I answered five ads from kijii and craigslist, I called all the movers I could find online.  I have a feeling this is just an annoying move for them.  Finally this morning I managed to get someone from Two Small Men with Big Hearts to answer their phone, on the tenth ring and clearly he had just fallen out of bed.  But he gave me a 350 dollar quote (be still my heart) so I don't have much choice but to go ahead.  So tomorrow early afternoon they will be arriving with the table and chairs, exactly when Telus will be here to install fibre optics into our house...we are switching!

Anywhooo lots of stuff has been going on, none of it too interesting to you folks.  Kiwanis auction, esophageal spasms every morning now for and hour or two, Kathy and Kerry off to Cuba for a couple of weeks, planning my trip down to Vancouver Dec 6ish for Dandy Warhol concert etc......  Never a dull moment!  TTYL

ps:  I am sitting in my Purple Room gazing out over the city.  A strange pearly white shimmer inched its way across the valley and upon reaching my wide open window I could see it was a soft glowing gentle rain.  And it smells absolutely transcending....heavenly!

TOO AWFUL FOR WORDS

Monte and I were coming up Pacific Way last night.  When we reached our intersection we saw a police vehicle blocking off the street....you could go no further.  The same at our street when we got there...police all over the place.

Then a wee while later, on facebook, I saw the news article...a 16 year old girl was killed on Pacific.  Hit and run.  The police were scouring the neighbourhood for the vehicle that hit her and left her lying on the road, dead.  

Today I saw her picture and she is a close neighbour.  I have seen her and met her...due to Molly.  I have met a few kids that way but her I remember.  She was the kind of girl you pursued to be your default babysitter.  And she has a family, now an extremely heartbroken family. Today is her 17th birthday.

Tonight I took Molly out for a pee and the street was completely packed with cars, cars everywhere.  And at our mailboxes across the street from our house were hundreds of people, holding a candlelight vigil.  They were gathering there and then walking to the spot where she was killed.  That was a whole lot of incredibly sad people.  I think the entire neighbourhood turned out and a lot of her school mates as well.  

I am hoping for the sake of the family that whoever did this comes forward.  There will be no closure until they do.  So sad.  TTYL

CALL ME A CURMUDGEON...GO AHEAD, CUZ I AM

I am a curmudgeon, at least when it comes to kids birthday parties.  Birthday parties, whether they be your own kids or others, and exhaustion should not go hand in hand.  It isn't fun.  And kid's birthday parties should be fun for the family too, not just the birthday kid...in my opinion only of course.

I had two sets of kids, and neither set had birthday parties.  At least not the kind that took over bowling allies or the local rec centre for skating or swimming or crazy 'for kids only' play restaurants with really bad food or rented bouncy castles complete with live clown and ponies or even MacD's for that matter.  And their entire class would be invited, whether you liked half the kids or not.  So anywhere from fifteen to thirty kids would descend on you.  I noticed with the grandkids party that the loudest most uncontrolled kid's parents would drop them and run.

And the presents!  Holy Hannah!  This last party, for Fenton, he must have got five hundred bucks worth of gifts and worst of all?  Half those kids didn't give actual wrapped presents, they gave him bought cards with money shoved into them.  He ended up with eighty five dollars.  Eighty five.  Mind you Kevin did say that they had forgotten to put no presents on the invitation.  But they did that with Elise's invitation and she still got a ton.  Its funny how the public is so vocal about how commercial Christmas or Valentines etc...has become but you don't hear about the  ridiculous over the top birthday parties thrown for little tykes.

Much to my poor deprived children's chagrin (actually they didn't care) their birthdays were a lot simpler.  It involved a family dinner with them at the head of the table, their fave meal...no matter what they asked for they got it (Monte's friend always wanted chicken pot pie!) fun presents from all of us and their best friend or two were invited.  That was it.  And a promise that on their tenth birthday they could invite the world, pick any place they wanted (except Disney land) and we would have a bash.  And they didn't do that.  They just wanted the usual.

The other thing I did was limit severely the number of birthday parties they could attend.  Basically at the beginning of the year they got to choose six kids and if those kids had a birthday party they could go.  Six.  That was it.  Poor Elise attended three just this weekend.  It was exhausting.

And Fenton's party was crazy...a good confirmation for me that I did the right thing...for me anyway.  Holy Crap!!  There were about twenty kids...mostly nine year old boys.  They were freaking deafening!  Kevin had put out chips, pretzels, juice boxes, water and cake.  We did the cake first before the skating.  Yes, we were at a rec centre and all the kids brought their skates and helmets etc.  Tandy had brought an enormous container of lego so they played with that at first.  And like I said, the wildest kids didn't have parental supervision, we did that part and boy! was it necessary.  The place was a disaster after it was over.  Cake, juice boxes (half empty) lego, cake plates, chips....everywhere.  And ringing ears.  I'm not sure if Fenton had fun or not...he was pretty frantic the whole time.

Anyway, thats just my opinion.  Actually its Kevin's too.  When I was a kid we sure didn't have parties like this and I tended to continue the home family dinner tradition with mine.  There are so many very special ways to make your kid feel fantastic on his/her birthday without spending a fortune in money and energy and pony rides.  My apologies to those that buy the moon for their kid's birthdays...my hats off to you doing all that work.  I am just too lazy for that!  TTYL

THE LEGO TABLE

SETTING UP THE FOOD

RUNNING AROUND WITH LEGO

SOME OF THE CROWD WAS QUIET

BIRTHDAY CAKE TIME

NO GIRLFRIENDS

THIS ONE HAD A BROKEN ARM AND COULDN'T SKATE

PRESENTS PRESENTS PRESENTS...THE BEST PART OF THE PARTY HE SAID!