Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Lucky Duck!
Good things happen to good people as the old saying goes. I’m not too sure about the good people part, as it’s my brother in law that this has been happening too (get my shots in where I can!)
The turkey has been on one heck of a run as of late. He has won a trip to Jamaica, has hit the longshot payouts at the casino and even found cash on the streets.
One of my favorite stories of his winnings happened only a couple months ago. He was driving down a major six lane road in Edmonton when he saw a piece of paper flutter by. He thought to himself that it kind of looked like money. He decided to pull over and (cue game music) proceeded to do a Frogger routine across six lanes of traffic as he collected over five hundred dollars in twenty dollar bills. I know what you’re thinking and my sentiments exactly.
The other day my wife called and informed me that I needed to hang out with her brother more. “What did he win this time?” was my reply.
My brother in law and his wife picked up a little scratch and win card and became the proud new owners of twenty thousand in cash. I had tears in my eyes I was laughing so hard.
Good things to good people? I prefer to call it “Shmuckluck”.
The turkey has been on one heck of a run as of late. He has won a trip to Jamaica, has hit the longshot payouts at the casino and even found cash on the streets.
One of my favorite stories of his winnings happened only a couple months ago. He was driving down a major six lane road in Edmonton when he saw a piece of paper flutter by. He thought to himself that it kind of looked like money. He decided to pull over and (cue game music) proceeded to do a Frogger routine across six lanes of traffic as he collected over five hundred dollars in twenty dollar bills. I know what you’re thinking and my sentiments exactly.
The other day my wife called and informed me that I needed to hang out with her brother more. “What did he win this time?” was my reply.
My brother in law and his wife picked up a little scratch and win card and became the proud new owners of twenty thousand in cash. I had tears in my eyes I was laughing so hard.
Good things to good people? I prefer to call it “Shmuckluck”.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Wrong Mommy and the Cheerleaders
Another great Eskimo season is upon us soon (competing with Oiler games which has not happened in many moons). We’ve had Mackenzie and Parker in their kid’s camp “Eski-mini’s”. It’s a lot of fun for the kids and they get to be in the half time show of the Eskimo game on June 9th.
Plan on it for next year for your kids and they will love it.
While I wasn’t too sure what to think about my son wanting to be a part of the cheerleading team, I am now quite convinced after attending one of the practices, that it was to be as close as possible to the Eskimo cheerleaders. Way to go son!
As we left the practice, my littlest guy Tanner succumbed to a wrong mommy moment. It brought back memories of when I was little and my grandpa Jim had taken me to see the trotters at the harness race (he used to own a stable). I was running around the grounds and seeing a jolly old fellow with the same colour sweater on as my grandpa, I decided to run up and give him the double fist rib shot.
As a startled, grumpy old stranger spun around, I thought to myself “oh, oh”. I then turned around to see my grandpa sitting in the bleachers with a look of wonder as to why on earth I would do what I just did.
Now back to Tanner. As I was herding the cats, I mean my kids, in the hallway of Vic comp, Tanner was annoyingly running ahead trying to avoid dad. He then proceeded to latch on to the leg of a lady dressed exactly as my wife (wrong mommy). With his head turned looking back at me and laughing that he was “getting away”, the startled lady was trying to shake this four year old off her leg.
As I yelled “Tanner, that’s not mommy!” he looked up and in a flash of horror realized just that. Head down, blushing face, he ran back in a real hurry.
The kid was quite embarrassed so I debated making him feel better by giving one of the Eskimo cheerleaders a big bear hug and then exclaiming “Hey! You’re not my wife!”
Plan on it for next year for your kids and they will love it.
While I wasn’t too sure what to think about my son wanting to be a part of the cheerleading team, I am now quite convinced after attending one of the practices, that it was to be as close as possible to the Eskimo cheerleaders. Way to go son!
As we left the practice, my littlest guy Tanner succumbed to a wrong mommy moment. It brought back memories of when I was little and my grandpa Jim had taken me to see the trotters at the harness race (he used to own a stable). I was running around the grounds and seeing a jolly old fellow with the same colour sweater on as my grandpa, I decided to run up and give him the double fist rib shot.
As a startled, grumpy old stranger spun around, I thought to myself “oh, oh”. I then turned around to see my grandpa sitting in the bleachers with a look of wonder as to why on earth I would do what I just did.
Now back to Tanner. As I was herding the cats, I mean my kids, in the hallway of Vic comp, Tanner was annoyingly running ahead trying to avoid dad. He then proceeded to latch on to the leg of a lady dressed exactly as my wife (wrong mommy). With his head turned looking back at me and laughing that he was “getting away”, the startled lady was trying to shake this four year old off her leg.
As I yelled “Tanner, that’s not mommy!” he looked up and in a flash of horror realized just that. Head down, blushing face, he ran back in a real hurry.
The kid was quite embarrassed so I debated making him feel better by giving one of the Eskimo cheerleaders a big bear hug and then exclaiming “Hey! You’re not my wife!”
