i LOVE Saskatchewan! tee hee

Top 10 Reasons To Live In Saskatchewan, Canada...

1.You never run out of wheat

2.Those cool Saskatchewan Wheat Pool hats

3.Cruise control takes on a whole new meaning

4.Your province is really easy to draw

5.You never have to worry about roll-back if you have a standard

6.It takes you two weeks to walk to your neighbor's house

7.YOUR Roughriders survived

8.You can watch the dog run away from home for hours

9.You know what a quanset is

10.Buying a huge John Deere mower makes sense


SASKATCHEWANISMS

How do you know when you're staying in a Moose Jaw hotel?

When you call the front desk and say, "I gotta leak in my sink," and the clerk replies, "Go ahead."

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How can you tell if a Saskatoon redneck is married?
There's dried tobacco juice on both sides of his pickup truck.

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Did you hear that they have raised the minimum drinking age in Kindersley to 32?
It seems they want to keep alcohol out of the high schools.

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What do they call reruns of "Hee Haw" in Saskatchewan?
Documentaries.

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Where was the toothbrush invented?
Swift Current. If it had been invented anywhere else, it would have been called a teeth brush.

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An RCMP officer pulls over a pickup on the Trans Canada and says to the driver, "Got any I.D.?" and the driver replies "Bout wut?"

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Did you hear about the $3 million Saskatchewan Lottery?
The winner gets $3.00 a year for a million years.

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The Premiers mansion in Regina burned down! Yep. Pert' near took out the whole trailer park. The library was a total loss, too. Both books- POOF - up in flames and he hadn't even finished coloring one of them.

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A new law was recently passed in Saskatchewan. When a couple gets divorced, they are STILL cousins.

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A guy walks into a bar in Prince Albert and orders a mudslide. The bartender looks at the man and says, "You ain't from 'round here are ya? "No," replies the man, "I'm from Winnipeg". The bartender looks at him and says, "Well, what do ya do in Winnipeg?" "I'm a taxidermist," said the man. The bartender, looking very bewildered now, asks, "What in the world is a tax-e-derm-ist? "The man says,"I mount animals".
The bartender stands back and hollers to the whole bar...
"It's okay boys, he's one of us" !

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A big city lawyer went duck hunting in rural Saskatchewan. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmer's field on the other side of a fence. As the lawyer was climbing over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked what he was doing. The litigator responded, "I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and I'm just going over to retrieve it." The old farmer replied, "This is my property, and you are not coming over."
The indignant lawyer said, "Listen, I'm one of the best trial attorneys in Canada and, if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue you and take everything you own."
The old farmer smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we settle disputes in Saskatchewan. We settle small disagreements like this with the 'Saskatchewan Three Kick Rule'." The lawyer asked, "What's the 'Saskatchewan Three Kick Rule'?!?"
The Farmer replied, "Well, because the dispute occurs on my land, first I kick you three times and then you kick me three times and so on back and forth until someone gives up."
The attorney quickly thought about this rule and decided that he could easily take the old codger. So he agreed to abide by the local custom.
The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the attorney. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel toed work boot into the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick to the midriff sent the lawyer's last meal gushing from his mouth. The barrister was on all fours when the farmer's third kick to his rear-end sent him face-first into a fresh cow pie.
The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet. Wiping his face with the arm of his jacket, he said, "Okay, you old coot. Now it's my turn."
The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the duck."

i'm free falling...

Tom Petty - Free Falling Lyrics

She’s a good girl,loves her mamma,
loves je -sus,and america too.
She’s a good girl, crazy ‘bout elvis, loves horses,
and her boyfriend too.
And it's a long day, livin’ in reseda,
there’s a freeway, runnin’ thru the yard
And i’m a bad boy, ‘cause i don’t even miss her,
i’m a bad boy, for breaking her heart

And i'm free, free falling.
Yeah i'm free, free falling.
And all the vampires walkin'
through the valley move west down ventura Boulevard.
And all the bad boys are standin' in the shadows,
and the good girls
Are home with broken hearts.

I wanna glide down over mulholland
i wanna write her name in the sky.
I'm gonna free fall out into nothin',
gonna leave this world for a while.

love you always

This morning i had an epiphany. Don't worry. it didn't really hurt that much. But seriously - i figured out why i was feeling all grumpy in my previous rant, er... post. I was reading a book over the summer with Abbey called "The five love languages of Children", and guess what? They apply to adults too! There are 5 "languages" which people use to communicate love to each other: service, touch, quality time, gifts and words of affirmation. For me i think increasingly that my love language is quality time - which is ironically something i'm only learning to communicate back with.... hrrrmm.. something to think about today i guess. BUT! The bell has rung. life as i know it has begun again.
Onwards and upwards.
C

randomness and general apathy

do you ever feel like you're mired down in a mass of monotony which is slowly pulling you downwards with its maudlin blahness. its not like there's anything wrong or even boring - its just not right somehow. You're fighting desparately hard to regain ground you've lost and you're screaming silently in your head, hoping with all your heart that those who know you best and love you most will somehow figure out what's wrong with you so that you can fix it. And then you realize that all and any change that you expect to occur has to come from within and above and has really got nothing at all to do with anybody else or any situations you're in.
i have to face up to being me with all my quirks and quandries and general misanthropy. its wierd, because up until this moment i don't think i'd ever have described myself as mysanthropic. but i think maybe its something thats growing in me as i get older. i have these strange urges just to go home sometimes when i'm in a crowd (*gasp, shudder*). Maybe i'm just tired of feeling new again. it takes so much energy not to care, and even more energy to care, and maybe i'm just not up for that. how do i feel new? i don't know. but it feels like starting again.
or maybe i'm just up for hanging out with a close friend, having a random conversation about nothing instead of running off to McD.

conclusion of this garble: i think i'm tired.
i am. therefore i sleep.
c

good point

"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia." (Charles Schultz)