Scribble's Everywhere!

It seems that all my scribbling has paid off yet again! The Fantabulous Quirkyloon has seen fit to give me another award to add to my collection on the right side of this page. Apparently though, this award has a few rules and regulations one of them being that I have to now find 5 more recipients and pass it on to them. Now who should I pick? Hmmmmmm, that's a tough one, I guess I'll be cruising through my list of bloggers I follow and see just whom I have yet to pass an award to. Then again, I may just decide to give a person or two this award even if I've given them one before already. After all, I've given out a few and don't really know to whom I've all passed on awards and meme's. Oh well, them's the breaks I suppose :D

Without further ado I shall now let you in on all the rules and reg's. The thing is though, that I'm going to cheat to do this, I'm just doing a quick copy & paste from Quirky's blog. Why should I go to all the work of typing it all out when she's already done such a great job of it!?! So I'm lazy, who cares! I've had a long day at work and don't feel like doing a lot of typing ok!?! Yep, that's my story and I'm stickin' to it :D

*Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.

*Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.

*Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to this Post, Mr. Linky which explains The Award.

*Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!

Now to find my list of 5, who shall it be, who shall it be?

Oh, I know, yep yep yep I do I do, and in no particular order, here be the newest recipients of this most prestigious award!

Kathcom, over at Magick Sandwich

Jenn Thorson from Of Cabbages and Kings

Otin, The Wizard

ThinkinFYou is another one of my choosing.

And last, but certainly not least, I give you Dizzblnd over at Soggy-Doggy-Bloggy

I hope you all enjoy this little award!

Eye halve a spelling chequer

I have a spelling checker.
It came with my pea sea.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye can knot sea.

Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your sure reel glad two no.
Its vary polished in it's weigh.
My checker tolled me sew.

A checker is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when I rime.

Each frays come posed up on my screen
eye trussed too bee a joule.
The checker pours o'er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.

Bee fore a veiling checker's Hour
spelling mite decline,
And if we're lacks oar have a laps,
We wood bee maid too wine.

Butt now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flair,
Their are no fault's with in my cite,
Of nun eye am a ware.

Now spelling does knot phase me,
It does knot bring a tier.
My pay purrs awl due glad den
With wrapped word's fare as hear.

To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should be proud,
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew flaw's are knot aloud.

Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays,
Such soft wear four pea seas,
And why eye brake in two averse
Buy righting too pleas.

-- Sauce Unknown  

Ok, so it's been a real long time since I've posted anything new. Well today I'm posting a bunch of pictures that I've taken over the last couple of years. I got the inspiration from Flydragon with her pic of her favorite spot to sit. These pictures are of my favorite views from Silv's place. 

You can't tell very well from this pic, but that is a log cabin! Perhaps I'll be able to find some better pictures to put up in another post, but for now this shot of Silv's home will have to do. With any amount of luck, this will be my home as well before the snow flies, not just my second home. First though, we have to dig up some space for all my flowers to be transfered to. That will be a bit of a chore seeing as Silv has a lot of flower beds already, but I'm so looking forward to it!

Here I'm overlooking the pond that's in the next picture. I'm sitting at the west end of the pond, and as you can see from the next view, I've taken that pic from half way down the pond looking west. In that pic, you can't see the tree that I was sitting in because I've aleady walked about half a mile trying to find the end of the pond. One of these day's I'll actually walk the whole length just to see exactly how big it is, but not today.

In case you're wondering, this pond is about a quarter mile down in the valley below Silv's house. At the bottom of the valley is the Pembina River which flows right through Silv's southern most part of property and is just a few meter's north of the U.S. border.

See these butterfly's? I took that pic on the front steps of Silv's house. Yes, he built the steps from stones and did an absolutely marvelous job of it! I know I didn't do the butterfly's any justice with this pic, but hey, I'm no photographer...lol. Those butterfly's are called Painted Lady's and are really much more beautiful in real life, not to mention when shot in focus as opposed to being so blurry like this! They're just a small sampling of the wildlife out at Silv's. I keep trying to get a shot of the Woodchuck's that live in his wood pile, but they're clever little buggers and disappear at the first sign of a camera. I swear they believe I'll steal their souls by taking their picture's!

These last 4 pics are of almost the same place looking out over Silv's front yard. Somewhere down there is that pond that I showed you up above. The first 2 are with the river fog and it sure makes you feel like you can just walk out onto the fog and keep going straight out all the way across the valley and into the states. Some day's it feels so majical that you can almost see dragons swooping and soaring in and out of the fog :)

By the way, it really doesn't make much sense to me, but the magority of these pics were taken with black and white film and yet have some color to them. If you can explain to me the reason for color on black and white, it'll be much appreciated! 

How Do You Feel About Dogs?

The other day, Silv and I went for a walk with Lucifer. In case you don’t know, Lucifer is an oversized Doberman. He weighs in at roughly 145 lbs. and is 30 some inches at the shoulder. A normal Doberman measures in at about 28 inches, so you can see that he is somewhat big for his breed!

Anyway, we decided to go to the vendor. I had Silv wait outside with Luke while I went in and picked up some beer. Standing there waiting my turn, I couldn’t help but overhear one side of a conversation the guy in front of me was having on his cell. 

“You f*&^’n whore, you’ll be ready when I get there!”

“No, you’re going to get your ass off the couch, get dressed and be ready!”

“What did I just say? You will be ready when I get there, I want to leave a.s.a.p.!”

“I’m telling you Bitch, you will be ready. I’ll be there in 10 minutes!”

“You g damned f’n slut, you’ll be ready or I’ll leave you behind!”

Anyway, you get the drift of his side of the convo. I have to admit I totally wanted to deck this guy! Unfortunately before I could get a chance to, he left and it was my turn to order and pay up.

I was going to tell Silv about what I overheard, but he was laughing too hard. Apparently when this guy left the vendor he saw Luke. What Silv heard of the guys phone convo went like this.

“Big dog, ve-ve-ve-very big dog, big Big BIG dog. Oh, very big dog. Oh my, very big Dog!” and so it went till he got in his truck and overhearing conversation was no longer possible.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I told Silv how he was talking to whom I can only assume is his girlfriend. Here he is giving her shit and grief only to become tongue-tied over a dog that is just standing there. Luke hadn’t growled, barked or even risen his hackles. He had just been standing there with his typical stupid-assed grin and this guy lost it. The girl on the other end of the convo must have been seriously wondering what this tough guy was so scared of. First to be yelled at the way she was and then to just hear stuttering and stammering like that, yep, I’d wonder too! 

These first 5 pictures were taken 2 years ago when Silv first adopted Luke, the following 2 were taken just an hour or so ago. Now keep in mind that I'm 5' 4" tall.

Take this following picture for example. Here he is standing on the normal level on the ground as opposed to standing on the compost heap as he is in the pic above as well as in the pic 2 down from this one. 

Remember how high he was standing at the fence just a pic or two ago? Same fence, same ground level, obviously he's not standing to his full potential here!

Unfortunately with these last 2 pics that Silv just took, Luke wouldn't co-operate and stand up. He decided that the only way his pic was going to be taken was if he was lying down!

Life Imitating Cartoons, hmmm shouldn't that be the other way around!?!

Thursday at work I had been doing the prep work for the kitchen. You see some days I do prep and some I do the cooking, well Thursday just happened to be a prep day for me. My whole prep area is roughly 14' x 30' with a stainless steel table taking up most of the space in the center, it's 4' x 10', a closet that runs the length of the table on one side and the doors to the walk-in fridge and freezers on the other side of the table. Oh yeah, both sides also have shelving along the walls where there isn't closet or cooler doors! At the end of the table are two prep sinks that were being worked on with a 3 foot space and then another counter running perpendicular to where I work for all the dirty pots and pans and such and this has another 3 large sinks plus a garbarator which is where I do all the large dishes that the dishwasher doesn't do over at his end of the kitchen. (The dishwasher only washes the busbins and the restaurant dishes, none of the stuff that the cooks dirty, that's the prep's job). At the end of this set of sinks is the delivery door where everyone keeps throwing their empty boxes and bags of garbage! Anyway one of the taps for my prep sinks was leaking so our maintanance guy was back there working on it while I was busy cutting veggies and stuff.

Now this tap has been leaking as long as I've worked there. Oh the maintanance guy (MG) has "fixed" it before, but the leak has never truly been stopped. So here's MG busily working away on the sink constantly in my way, oh well, that's life in a busy kitchen, everyone is always in everyone elses way. While MG was busy working on the sink, the dishwasher (DW) was busy cleaning up empty boxes from in front of the delivery door. There was a huge stack that he had to break down and take to the dumpters, along with garbage that the waitresses have thrown there and that DW has collected from all the different areas of the kitchen. MG and DW were chatting up a storm about absolutely nothing (well ok, it was DW doing all the talking) and across the table from me one of the waitresses was busy portioning out salad dressings so that it would be quick and easy for them to just grab a dressing and a dinner salad and serve it without having to wait forever! So, in my small working space I have MG, DW and a waitress along with myself, pretty crowded, but workable. Especially considering that all but MG are 5'4 or smaller and none of us 3 weigh in at more than 125 lbs with DW being the smallest of the 3. Yep, he's 4 years older than I am and built like a jockey with the brain of a 6 or 7 year old. He is one strange duck I must tell you! 

Now to fully appreciate where I'm going with all this info about work you also need to know approximately what MG looks like. He's close to 6 feet tall and has to be around 180 to190 lbs and fairly fit, he's not exactly jockey material like DW is!

Back to the story. Here's DW busily talking up a storm and breaking up boxes when he gets to one that is ever so slightly stubborn and doesn't want to come apart. He's pulling and tearing at the box and getting rather frustrated as he has a tendancy of doing. Finally DW just gets right mad and punches into the center of the box ripping a whole in the cardboard. Looking over at MG, he says "MG, it sure pays to have a lot of muscle like us, huh!?!"

I look at MG, look back at DW, back to MG, back again to DW and the waitress walks away saying, "Skye, don't say it, just don't go there!" and she closes herself up in the pantry and you can hear her laughing up a storm! I wasn't trying to be funny nor a smartass, I was just looking at MG and DW and seeing the old Bugs Bunny cartoon of the bulldog Spike and his little yappy sidekick Chester, where they see a cat. Spike figures he'll take care of this cat, but it's a panther and it scares him, the yappy sidekick only sees Sylvester and well, you know the story. It's not the taking care of the cat part that I'm thinking of here, it's the beginning of the skit where Chester gets slapped to the side and told to shut-up because he's bothering Spike, only to keep coming back for more. 

You can see where I'm going here, right!?! The difference in size between MG and DW is much the same as the difference between Spike and his loyal yappy sidekick, attitudes/behaviour pretty much match up as well! When DW said "...it sure pays to have musles like us..." I kept a straight face with pretty much nothing for expression, all I did was bounce my eyes back and forth between the two. MG was looking at me with a smirk on his face when the waitress started to laugh so loudly, he got what I was thinking! But DW, not so much, when he was done with the boxes and had everything organized, he actually asked me what that was all about! He seriously did not understand why the waitress had to leave without finishing what she was doing, in order to break up laughing like that!

Trouble is, when you have to explain a joke, it's just not funny anymore. And really, I had no interest in explaining a joke to someone who throws temper tantrums at the drop of a hat, especially considering he himself was the joke!