My interests are: Eating, Astronomy/Space stuff, eating, Science/Nature, eating, making maple syrup(a ridiculously small amount!) (see "Behind the Scenes", section near the bottom), eating, roasting peppers, eating.
Please come back soon and visit me.
Here's a picture of me in front of the plant (The building has been sold and the business has been sold, and moved to the new owner's in Toronto, who went out of business a while ago, and owes people money).
Nick pointed out, that to search for something on a page press CTRL F (for Find), (like my albums or videos - how convenient!)
The Halloween pumpkin on your front porch has more teeth than your wife.
You let your twelve-year-old daughter smoke at the dinner table in front of her kids.
You've been married three times and still have the same in-laws.
You think a woman who is "out of your league" bowls on a different night.
Jack Daniels makes your list of "Most Admired People."
You think Genitalia is an Italian airline.
You wonder how service stations keep their restrooms so clean.
Anyone in your family ever died right after saying, "Hey, y'all watch this"
Your wife's hairdo was once ruined by a ceiling fan.
You go to your family reunion looking for a date.
Wanring[sic]: Blond Joke
A blonde walks up to a Coke machine in a Las Vegas casino,
puts in a few coins,
and out pops a Coke.
She puts some more coins into the machine, another can of soda pops out.
She keeps putting in coins, and cans of soda keep coming out.
A guy walks up behind her and says, "Can I please use the machine?"
"Get Away!" she says. "Can't you see I'm winning?"
Dyslexics ahve more fnu.
Clones are people two.
Entropy isn't what it used to be.
Here are some pictures of Spot (the name of my cat - I should point out that this was 6 or 7 years, or more, before Data on Star Trek The Next Generation had a cat named Spot) from 1982?, just after he had his tail removed (by the Vet). Below, is a shot of his tail stump.(Blair is the "talented" webster/ reconstructive artist/ personal internet consultant.)
These pictures were taken just after he got back from the Guelph Animal Hospital , where they removed his tail (Doug wanted to know what I did with the tail - I never thought about it at the time). It was a summer Monday morning, and I was just going to work, and Spot had returned after being away for the weekend (I don't know where he went). He was really hungry, of course, and he was rubbing my legs, like cats like to do. I noticed that his tail had no fur, and was a little bloody - he was leaving little streaks of blood on my pant legs.
So, I took him down to the Guelph Animal Hospital and him left him there. When I checked back, they had "removed" his tail, and had a bill for me for about $75.00. The fact that he had his tail cut off is kind of funny, because when I first got him as a kitten, he was all scared and everything, so I tried to entertain him by putting his tail in his face. After I did that, he caught it, and decided to nurse on the end of it, like a baby sucking it's thumb. This became a very bad habit for him - his saliva would bleach the colour out of the tip of his tail. It was REALLY GROSS if he'd been sucking on it for a while, and if he jumped up in your lap, the end of his tail would be all cold and wet with cat slobber! Anyway, I guess that's what happens to little kittens who suck the ends of their tails!
Here's a shot of the house from 1980(?), from the windmill tower, photo by Louis. Just beyond the horizon at the upper left of the picture, there are now lots of houses, streets, a new school, a new plaza just going in, etc.
After I moved out of my parents' house in 1984, we were considering moving Spot into our house on Harris St., down in the Ward, but he made his lucky escape.
Here is a prescrition label from something Spot had once - maybe some de-worming medicine? (What do you think, Blair?)
I included this cartoon from OFF THE MARK web site onto my page (with generous permission from
off the mark
the author), because it reminded me of Spot rubbing his nose and mouth on my chin whiskers. It was time to put him down (on the floor, that is) when he started getting into that.
Here's a picture of Gwen when she was a baby,
before she had to spin on her nose and spit nickels, and I was an egg-
Here's a picture of me when I was a baby-
I think this picture must have been taken in my grandparents' house.
Speaking of babies, here's a picture of the kids messing around tapping a maple tree a few(?) years ago.
The girl drinking from the tree, is Andrea's friend Fernanda, from Brazil. She was in her kindergarden class for the year, while her father was working at the University of Guelph. Nick is being goofy.
I used to take the kids on Sunday afternoon walks at the University of GuelphArboretum'sJ. C. Taylor Nature Centre. We used to be the only ones there a lot of the time - it was great! Every spring, they make maple syrup there, so I was inspired. My parents tried making some maple syrup in our old house that's out beside the bush, once, I think, while we lived there. They boiled it down inside the house, and it made a mess with all the steam and maple sugar condensing in the house. We had a dog then, that we got when I was a baby. She was a German Sheppard/ Collie mix, I think. My parents had to pay to have the hydro put poles and lines about a mile up the road to the house back then, and the old farmer he bought the land from lived in an old stone farmhouse.