Sunday, 15 April 2007

Ramblings

So I have been continuing to organize the wild jungle of memoorebilia we call a bookshelf. Look at how nice and *comparatively* neat it has become! (Don't look at the floor.)



I told you not to look at the floor.

Notice that the books in the lower centre shelf happen to be holding up the shelf above them. Unsurprisingly, those books had to stay where they were.

I maxed out my free membership on librarything at 202, I got one and a half shelves of this set in! Dad actually had more than one edition of many of his books I have discovered. Clearly I will need to break down and buy a membership to do the collection justice.
Mama also thinks this is a good idea-and therefore not a complete waste of time as my usual pursuits like sitting around and sleeping are-as we will have an actual catalogue of books just in case her fervent and often loudly vocalized wish to have the house burn down is ever realized.



Look what I found as I perused the shelves! It was fun to look at and see all the old guys, Bobby Jurasin-I still have our "Rider Sun" bandannas in the cedar chest, Ray Elgaard-I still can't believe they didn't retire 81-bastards!, Roger Aldag-whose nearly life sized cut-out Richard used to sleep next to heheh, Don Narcisse, and all the guys from the days when we actually managed to win a cup for the whole second time in the last hundred years. Back then, we kids had season tickets in the cheap seats but always sneaked into section 28-especially if those dirty cheating Bombers were there-so we could yell along with the drunk college students at the opposing players bench directly in front. And the flame was still there!

Ah good times....sniff.

I am hoping I can teach Avery to bleed green as he was very interested in my Gainer key chain when we were there for Easter (yes yes never mind that it just looked like a little stuffed toy to him). I don't know what I'll do if he ends up a lamo stamps fan.

Anyway, back the book; as good as the memories may be, I cannot believe this page existed in my house for all these years without having me deface it:


My family used to laugh at my undying hatred for Kent Austin. They of course would bait me by mentioning that Kent thought our recent loss of say 65 to 3 was still a good game because he felt he played well. AUUUGGGG! Kent Austin YOU SUUUUUUKKKK! Ahem. Sorry, flashback. (I come by this honestly, BTW, as my Grandma hated Ron Lancaster with an equal fury. Forever locked in my memory is "Look Ronnie is going to start crying...")

I have ALWAYS regretted not being at the game the 13th man won against BC the first year after Kent Austin was traded to them, which I think was only a season or two after this. That was unfortunately the first year we didn't get season tickets. It also happened to be like the only game we won of the season, and one of the few BC lost. If time travel were ever made possible, forget all the "big" events of history, I would sign up to go to that game.

I so would have harangued the crap out of him with the drunks in section 28.

Speaking of which, I bet this page could still make good bog roll...

5 comments:

mem said...

Okay, so this is the cleaning that's kept you busy, I'm guessing. And I have to question putting this in weirdnicity, though I guess I can see such a classification since you're cleaning for once.

gwensmom said...

Sleeping is definitley NOT a waste of time. I do it every chance I get and still don't get enough.

mem said...

Meanness in my family consisted mostly of poundings rather than psychological punishments, and these were usually dished out equally among siblings (except on my dear sister, who had no one younger to punish).

My childhood mostly consisted of being pounded and confused, not being safely tucked in at night. So ha. Oh, yes, and mowing the lawn on Saturdays.

Our grass is generally well cared for, though I think if I had the time I could make it look nicer myself. The pictures, of course, are during our rainy season; the dry days of summer usually remind us of "the flowers that fade, the withering grass." It generally turns into a field of brown spikes that are uncomfortable to run on for any length of time (e.g., to get the mail).

So we enjoy it a lot in the spring and nurse our injuries in the summertime.

mem said...

Oh, yes, and are you sure that your address is correct? I could've sworn that it should've read, "Bumble, SK"....


(I'll be running away now.)

Char said...

Gwensmom, when you do as much sleeping as I do, it does get a little wasteful....