Something Wicked This Way Comes

Sabrina and her friends.

Sabrina and her friends, getting so big, growing up so fast.

How to Poop at Cultus Lake

We've booked our campsites at Cultus Lake for the May and July long weekends. Bookings began April 1, and I made my first booking for May long weekend on April 2. It took all day to get through to the switchboard. Thinking the lines to the booking office must be really busy, I decided to book the July long weekend, too. "They had two spots left"! for the full hookups, ie. water, electricity, sewage. There are 108 full hookup sites, and 133 sites without a thing, except a fire pit.
I then booked two weeks for end of July and was lucky enough to get good sites for all three bookings.

348 Seasonal sites, 104 Full Hook ups, 133 tenting sites

We have our name on the list to get a "seasonal spot" which is a payment of about $2,000 to have a campsite from May 1 to end of September. We are 107 in a list of 150, but only 20 new spots came up for renewal this year.

There are a few beautiful waterfront spots, but without electricity and water, and we have stayed in them before, since our trailer is self sufficient.
Except, all the poop gets stored in holding tanks, where we need to go to a special place to pump it out, and the battery power lasts barely three days, used sparingly.

Last year, however, our holding tanks backed-up, either due to our stupidity in using "real" toilet paper, instead of the expensive trailer kind you should use, or the capacity at the lake was "FULL", and the campgrounds own huge holding tanks underneath the ground got full. Sabrina had brought along a friend, who we also suspected of flushing down her sanitary napkins. Never, ever do that.

Here's what it looks like to have poop boil back up to the ground. They use this really potent deodorizer that stinks to high hell, like Bingo night for seniors.





Here's what they needed to bring in to unplug the mess we made:




Well, you know me, I complained and complained, look at the mess "YOU" made, and we had to move, the inconvenience, etc. etc. We got 4 free days out of the deal.

This year, I plan to stock up on the expensive toilet paper, $4.00 per pack of 4 rolls.

Freak Snow Fall April 2, 2007

Choose and be the Dufus at the Water Cooler

I was watching Entertainment Tonight (the U.S version) and all the pre-Golden Globe Award ceremonies and pomp, including the fashion sense of CoJo, our Canadian pretty faced kid-done-good, who almost died from kidney failure, a trusted voice of style.

I had this eerie feeling about him tonight, like I've seen him before, in another life....

CoJo looks more like this now, a chubbier face, because of all the meds he must take for his kidney transplant, but gosh, don't you think he looks like Chastity Bono.

You know, Sonny and Cher's kid. I loved that show.

So, back to the Golden Globe Awards, full of Keifer Sutherland and his hit show "24", then there's Prison Break. I understand both will air on Monday evenings at 8pm. Who do I pick? I love both shows and this is killing me, almost as much as parents who name their kid Wentworth. Come on now. What in the hell name is that. Wentworth. I looked it up, Google says it's a parliamentary constituency in South Yorkshire, and if I want to know more about the genealogy I'll have to pay $24.99 for a subscription...screw that, I'll just let my mind sort it out in a big school yard fight.

What if I show up at work and everyone watched Jack Bauer's escape from a nuclear blast, saving humanity, with speed dial to every presidential elect, three terms in a row, and I tuned into watch Michael Scofield's escape back into prison instead. Oh, I am going to be such a loser geek, then there'll be whispers of my mental stability and loyalty to the realities of television.

Dilemma: "24" or Prison Break.


Oh, yes, T.V. land, you play a naughty game. You've played me a thousand times before in your prime time wars. Do I get invited to lunch with the cool people, or am I brown-bagging it with my just desserts being a fleeting memory of Wentworth's flourescent eyes.

Keifer or Wentworth....Keifer, actually that's kind of weird name, too.

Oops, sorry...wrong Sutherland, but you must admit, father and son look alike,

or

Wentworth....


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Put Flowers on My Face

I am increasingly forgetting my past as the consciousness of days melt away into each other, and the other, and the other. I don't do it on purpose. It drives me crazy when my google search in my brain doesn't work. I especially recognize these failed searches when I can't remember quotes from movies, or who starred in what, and their names, and all the titillating scandals.

But even more worrisome is how my gray matter has become defragmented and distorted and impulsively tries to provide a quick response to my queries, which usually are more memory blocks with just a hint of recognition. Then these little hints evolve into digression, and I digress, and digress, and digress, until finally I can't remember what it was I was thinking about. My brain is such a slutty tease.

You know, sort of like Algernon, and "don't forget to put flowers on Algernon's grave". See! I did it again! I wasn't going to talk about rats today. I was going to talk about the X-Files and The Warriors, although I'm fairly certain there was a movie made about Algernon, I'm positive it didn't star David Duchovny or that bitch wife of his, Tia. I remember her name because it's my daughter's middle name. She's the one who forced the X-Files to relocate to California after many successful years filming in Vancouver. She got wiped out by a big tidal wave in some movie, can't remember, but I do recall David's whine "I want to be with my wife", o-boo-hoo, then the producers just up and left. Then he starts shitting about Vancouver being an ice-aged forest. Don't get me started.

So, what I really was thinking about was how the kid next door comes over and asks if Brandon can come out to play. Abracadabra, I'm transported to movieland, and The Warriors and favorite line "Warriors, come out to play-ya".

And there's the girl, Debra Van-van-van-van,
who was the daughter of Ted Baxter from Mary Tyler Moore, but on a different show.


I wonder how she's doing? She had that big steamy kiss with that hunky guy in The Warriors. I think he's dead now, no wait, it's his career that died after starring in that crapola movie, The Shining, no, not The Shining, it was Glitter-something. Oh who cares, at least we got one good cult film to rant about a generation later.

I loved Valerie Bertinelli.
I hope she's not dead. She reminds me of Debra Van-van-van-van, except she started to piss me off when she referred to her husband, the king of guitar, as "Edward". Come on now, bitch...it's Eddie, Eddie van Halen, okay, no one calls a rockstar Edward.




So Valerie was in a T.V. series
a successful one because I watched it all the time, and the mom had red hair, just like


Lois

in Family Guy. I love Stewie.

Anyways, I went to watch the X-Files being filmed once.

It was amazingly boring. The guy I worked with, who came up from the California office because, apparently, we Canadian counterparts are too damned stupid to write Ada,
had a rented home on some prime land in Richmond, an isolated back country scene, with a verandaed house and a sign on the front door, "He has Risen". Talk about poor language skills. So the scene involves a car chase and a big truck full of chicken cages, and they topple over and, oh what a mess. I think it turned out to be the most boring X-Files episode of all time, and I was there.

And this all began because I couldn't remember the name of the woman who was the partner to David, you know, the brainy redhead skeptic doctor. Gilligan.

Shawn Ashmore - will you marry my daughter ?

At the 2006 Gemini Awards held in Vancouver, B.C : meeting Shawn in the foreground is my husband, cool dude (who Shawn mentioned was the best dressed, with the fab shades) and my daughter, with the long blonde hair, and my sister is in the middle.