Cat got your tongue?
Some funny and not funny things from the past week:
We spent Saturday evening at our neighbor's house for beer and pizza with a little football snuck in here and there. Charles is from Thompson, MB (way the heck up there), and told me that in the winter, he and his buddies would put a bottle of Rye out in the snow to cool it off. Usually it would be out there too long, and at -35C it turns to syrup. You can't pour it into a plastic cup, because it will crack the cup. Use glass. Another important thing is that you shouldn't drink liquor at -35C, because it will freeze your gullet. Solution? Put in a couple of ice cubes from the freezer to warm up your drink!
Sunday we went sledding with Charles and Monica, their twins, and their daughter & Graces's friend, Brooke. There were other families sledding on the hill down to the pond at the park across the street, too. The other guys there all had their piles of beers in the snow at the top of the hill. I wasn't thinking like a Canadian, and had to wait until I got home for a frosty one.
Naturalist: A Canadian who doesn't believe in shovelling his drive. It'll melt soon enough, eh?
We have deer hoof prints in the snow in the front yard. This is a city of 670,000! I bet they live in the fields on the other side of Waverly ave, but it's still strange. Grace and I also followed some prints nearly all the way from our house to her school.
This part's a bit gruesome. Yesterday, Grace made the mistake of licking a sign post in front of our house. I'm told it's a right of passage for children here. She apparently yelled for her mom for a while before taking matters into her own hands. Kristie said Grace came to the front door bleeding and screaming, "I'm dying!" She seems no worse for the wear, though, and ate 5 pieces of French Toast (le pain perdue, or, the lost bread), a strip of bacon (American, not Canadian Back), plus a glass of OJ for dinner that night.
later,
s
We spent Saturday evening at our neighbor's house for beer and pizza with a little football snuck in here and there. Charles is from Thompson, MB (way the heck up there), and told me that in the winter, he and his buddies would put a bottle of Rye out in the snow to cool it off. Usually it would be out there too long, and at -35C it turns to syrup. You can't pour it into a plastic cup, because it will crack the cup. Use glass. Another important thing is that you shouldn't drink liquor at -35C, because it will freeze your gullet. Solution? Put in a couple of ice cubes from the freezer to warm up your drink!
Sunday we went sledding with Charles and Monica, their twins, and their daughter & Graces's friend, Brooke. There were other families sledding on the hill down to the pond at the park across the street, too. The other guys there all had their piles of beers in the snow at the top of the hill. I wasn't thinking like a Canadian, and had to wait until I got home for a frosty one.
Naturalist: A Canadian who doesn't believe in shovelling his drive. It'll melt soon enough, eh?
We have deer hoof prints in the snow in the front yard. This is a city of 670,000! I bet they live in the fields on the other side of Waverly ave, but it's still strange. Grace and I also followed some prints nearly all the way from our house to her school.
This part's a bit gruesome. Yesterday, Grace made the mistake of licking a sign post in front of our house. I'm told it's a right of passage for children here. She apparently yelled for her mom for a while before taking matters into her own hands. Kristie said Grace came to the front door bleeding and screaming, "I'm dying!" She seems no worse for the wear, though, and ate 5 pieces of French Toast (le pain perdue, or, the lost bread), a strip of bacon (American, not Canadian Back), plus a glass of OJ for dinner that night.
later,
s
posted by Steve Grimmer at 6:42 PM
2 Comments:
Tell Grace that I once did the same thing on my Flexible Flyer sled. I know her pain... Kurt
That pic rocks & hurts
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