Since we've had so many blogs about grandparents, I feel it's important to talk about Grandma and Grandpa Hill today.
Grandpa and Grandma both reside in heaven... they have for a while now. Grandpa had Alzheimers for about a decade and Grandma had a broken heart after he died. We all knew she wanted to be with Grandpa.
Today, May 31st, would have been their 51st wedding anniversary. I personally feel it should be considered a sacred holiday.
But I'm sure they're dancing on some cloud in heaven and Grandpa is off time and Grandma is trying her best to keep Grandpa straight, all the while knowing in her wise way, timing is not what matters. They enjoyed dancing. And holding hands. And having tea after supper.
They had a love story that people can only dream of. It's like the Notebook and Walk the Line mixed together. With a little less drama and more camping! Haha
Sunday, May 31, 2009
I just need to add...
to Angela's latest post, that Abby is our Mom's dog. She often stays with our grandparents at the farm because our Mom is a nurse and works all 12 shifts and can't take care of her very well when she's working.
I didn't want any readers to think we make some person go pee under the deck.
Also, Grandpa still brags about the time he shot a MOUSE, a tiny little mouse out of the tree behind the house. It was on the branch and I'm guessing Grandpa aimed, shot and pretty near shit himself when he actually hit it!
I didn't want any readers to think we make some person go pee under the deck.
Also, Grandpa still brags about the time he shot a MOUSE, a tiny little mouse out of the tree behind the house. It was on the branch and I'm guessing Grandpa aimed, shot and pretty near shit himself when he actually hit it!
RIP Mama and Baby Porcupine
Jennifer already mentioned that if we had a TV show, Grandma and Grandpa would have to be in it. If you've ever watched Kathy Griffin's mom on My Life on the D List, you already know what we mean. Old people say and do things that are, well, entertaining and interesting, yet 
disturbing too. Yesterday was one of those times. I called Grandma just to talk, and she told me this story.
"Grandpa was out with the flashlight yesterday looking under the deck. He thought he saw a baby kitten," says Grandma.
Maggie Griffin, not unlike our
own family grandparents
"Really, and what was it?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer, preparing myself for any sort of woodland creature (there was a beaver in the yard just the other day, but don't worry, Grandpa chased it back to the river on his quad. WTF??)
"A baby porcupine!"
"OMG, where is it now?"
"Well, Grandpa hit it on the head."
This is not the actual baby killed in the making of this story.
"WHAT??!! Why?"
"Well, you can't have porcupines in the yard, and under the deck is where Abby goes pee!"
"Okay..." I said, not at all convinced that this is a good enough reason to kill a porcupine baby. "Where is the mother?"
"Oh, don't worry, we got rid of it too." Grandma stated.
I didn't ask what "got rid of" is a euphemism for, and I doubt I want to know. Let's just say Grandpa has plenty of guns and ammo on the farm.
So, needless to say, I am writing this post in honor of all animals and creatures, especially those who have met their untimely demise at the Nelson farm. Rest in peace baby porcupine, rest in peace.
disturbing too. Yesterday was one of those times. I called Grandma just to talk, and she told me this story."Grandpa was out with the flashlight yesterday looking under the deck. He thought he saw a baby kitten," says Grandma.
Maggie Griffin, not unlike our
own family grandparents
"Really, and what was it?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer, preparing myself for any sort of woodland creature (there was a beaver in the yard just the other day, but don't worry, Grandpa chased it back to the river on his quad. WTF??)
"A baby porcupine!"
"OMG, where is it now?"
"Well, Grandpa hit it on the head."
This is not the actual baby killed in the making of this story.
"WHAT??!! Why?"
"Well, you can't have porcupines in the yard, and under the deck is where Abby goes pee!"
"Okay..." I said, not at all convinced that this is a good enough reason to kill a porcupine baby. "Where is the mother?"
"Oh, don't worry, we got rid of it too." Grandma stated.
I didn't ask what "got rid of" is a euphemism for, and I doubt I want to know. Let's just say Grandpa has plenty of guns and ammo on the farm.
So, needless to say, I am writing this post in honor of all animals and creatures, especially those who have met their untimely demise at the Nelson farm. Rest in peace baby porcupine, rest in peace.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
My Jennifer Moment
For as much as Jennifer and I have in common (hair color, musical tastes, sense of humor, among others), there are several areas in life where we are MUCH different. One of those ways is in gracefulness. Now, I am not exactly a classically trained dancer or anything, but I have never hit my head on a popcorn bowl, requiring stitches. Nor have I ever fallen off a chair for no reason. (Both examples are from Jen's early years). And lately, she seems to do a lot of falling down, requiring her to remove her muddy pants. (See earlier posts for that story.)
But yesterday, it was MY turn to have a Jennifer clutzy-moment. Now, I don't know if it was the raspberry margarita, or the landscape rocks that were on the sidewalk in front of Earls during happy hour on a Friday...but whatever the case, I tripped in a BIG way...in front of ALL THE PEOPLE AT EARLS PATIO ON A FRIDAY DURING HAPPY HOUR. I even had an elderly lady roll down her car window and ask if I was okay!
I cut my right hand, scraped by left knee, but was mostly concerned about crushing my glasses which were in my hand as I fell! (I was putting on my prescription sunglasses just moments before, so vision was not my problem.) Anyway, I am fine, my glasses are fine, and Grant helped me up, but my ego took a big bruising!
But yesterday, it was MY turn to have a Jennifer clutzy-moment. Now, I don't know if it was the raspberry margarita, or the landscape rocks that were on the sidewalk in front of Earls during happy hour on a Friday...but whatever the case, I tripped in a BIG way...in front of ALL THE PEOPLE AT EARLS PATIO ON A FRIDAY DURING HAPPY HOUR. I even had an elderly lady roll down her car window and ask if I was okay!
I cut my right hand, scraped by left knee, but was mostly concerned about crushing my glasses which were in my hand as I fell! (I was putting on my prescription sunglasses just moments before, so vision was not my problem.) Anyway, I am fine, my glasses are fine, and Grant helped me up, but my ego took a big bruising!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
The Melfort Journal
There are only 2 sections of the local newspaper people don't want to be in. They also happen to be the most read. The obituaries and "Street Talk".
I got cornered for Street Talk.
My question was "What do you think about SaskPowers price increases?"
Now, I discussed with the reporter my long thoughtful answer about the economy, cost and expenses and how the government probably has a plan, I don't understand, but is in the best interest of the province.
Then I told her what I wanted published.
"I like power. Have you ever been through a power outage? Trust me, it's still worth it."
I got cornered for Street Talk.
My question was "What do you think about SaskPowers price increases?"
Now, I discussed with the reporter my long thoughtful answer about the economy, cost and expenses and how the government probably has a plan, I don't understand, but is in the best interest of the province.
Then I told her what I wanted published.
"I like power. Have you ever been through a power outage? Trust me, it's still worth it."
Grandma and Grandpa
If I ever did have a tv show, my grandparents would have to be an episode or two. They are absolutely hilarious.
My grandmother who is in her seventies comes up with the funniest comments, sometimes when you don't even think she's paying attention. Some of her famous quotes include: "If Angela says it, it must be true", "You looked good, so I didn't recognize you", and my favorite "Do you want milk in your coffee, Grandma?" "No I don't mix my drinks, that's how you get heachaches".
Tonight my grandpa had some stories of his own. There was one about a cat and skunk being friends out at a farm near their farm. The skunk died and the cat was cuddling it. It sounds almost sweet now... The other story he told was about a woman who works at the grocery. He started off by describing her as "fat, homely and her eyes point different ways". My mom and I started laughing and that's when Grandpa started pulling the skin around his eyes to demonstrate what she looked like. Geez, seeing an almost 80 year old man do this, was enough to make me almost pee my pants.
I have to say, I love my grandparents, craziness and all!
My grandmother who is in her seventies comes up with the funniest comments, sometimes when you don't even think she's paying attention. Some of her famous quotes include: "If Angela says it, it must be true", "You looked good, so I didn't recognize you", and my favorite "Do you want milk in your coffee, Grandma?" "No I don't mix my drinks, that's how you get heachaches".
Tonight my grandpa had some stories of his own. There was one about a cat and skunk being friends out at a farm near their farm. The skunk died and the cat was cuddling it. It sounds almost sweet now... The other story he told was about a woman who works at the grocery. He started off by describing her as "fat, homely and her eyes point different ways". My mom and I started laughing and that's when Grandpa started pulling the skin around his eyes to demonstrate what she looked like. Geez, seeing an almost 80 year old man do this, was enough to make me almost pee my pants.
I have to say, I love my grandparents, craziness and all!
Young and Computer Illiterate...
This seriously exists. My brother phoned me today at work. This is how it went down.
Corey: "Where's my resumes?"
Jen: "In the black folder by the fireplace in your books"
"No, on the computer"
"Click Jennifer"
"Then"
"Documents"
"Then"
"The folder labelled Crap"
"Then what"
"Do you see it"
"Yeah what should I do" SERIOUSLY?? WHAT SHOULD YOU DO? HOW ABOUT OPEN IT?
"Double Click it"
"Then what" THAT'S IT BRAINIAC!!
"Then do whatever you want to it"
"F@#$ what did I just do, the bullets are gone"
"What are you trying to do"
"Update my education"
"Oh Geez... send it to me and I'll update it"
"Ok, thanks"
"Wait, Mom doesn't have Word on her computer, email to Ange" YES SHE DOESN'T HAVE WORD, IT'S A ROYAL PAIN
"I don't have email"
"WHAT??"
"What do I do"
"Use mine..." then I gave him my hotmail and password
"How do I use this?"
Really? like WTF?. You're 20 years old and can't use Microsoft work and you can't send an email.
I guess I should be thankful he could turn the computer on in the first place!
Corey: "Where's my resumes?"
Jen: "In the black folder by the fireplace in your books"
"No, on the computer"
"Click Jennifer"
"Then"
"Documents"
"Then"
"The folder labelled Crap"
"Then what"
"Do you see it"
"Yeah what should I do" SERIOUSLY?? WHAT SHOULD YOU DO? HOW ABOUT OPEN IT?
"Double Click it"
"Then what" THAT'S IT BRAINIAC!!
"Then do whatever you want to it"
"F@#$ what did I just do, the bullets are gone"
"What are you trying to do"
"Update my education"
"Oh Geez... send it to me and I'll update it"
"Ok, thanks"
"Wait, Mom doesn't have Word on her computer, email to Ange" YES SHE DOESN'T HAVE WORD, IT'S A ROYAL PAIN
"I don't have email"
"WHAT??"
"What do I do"
"Use mine..." then I gave him my hotmail and password
"How do I use this?"
Really? like WTF?. You're 20 years old and can't use Microsoft work and you can't send an email.
I guess I should be thankful he could turn the computer on in the first place!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Moving Home
I moved home to Melfort.
Melfort is a small city in Saskatchewan where once you enter, signal lights, no longer exist. Speed limits are just suggestions and they are two types of drivers: the slow and cautious (a.k.a. the old people) who drive approx. 20km under the speed limit while taking up all the lanes and then's there everyone else.
I have to say, Melfort is not exactly an environment conducive to happiness.
Now, I wasn't thrilled living in Saskatoon cleaning up after Gross(Corey) and Grosser(Dad), but at least, stores were open past 6. And you had choices for ordering pizza or chinese. Saskatoon has multiple bars and shopping centres. Melfort has the Chances 'R' and Main Street. It's just not the same.
The other problem just happens to be how EVERYONE knows what you're doing (even if you don't!). There really is a lack of privacy. I don't know how it's done. If everyone's houses are bugged or what? Maybe the inconspicuous shoppers at Co-op have super hearing or something. I just know, I don't like it.
The only other thing bothering me is the people across the street and 4 houses down. They play the LOUDEST music into all hours of the morning approx 6 out of the 7 days a week. I swear they must deaf if I can hear it 4 houses away and I'm at 30% hearing loss.
It's boring here. And if it wasn't for getting a great job that I love and the 99 cent movie rentals, I might have already lost my mind.
For some reason I keep coming back even though I sometimes hate it here. I guess it's because it's still Home.
Melfort is a small city in Saskatchewan where once you enter, signal lights, no longer exist. Speed limits are just suggestions and they are two types of drivers: the slow and cautious (a.k.a. the old people) who drive approx. 20km under the speed limit while taking up all the lanes and then's there everyone else.
I have to say, Melfort is not exactly an environment conducive to happiness.
Now, I wasn't thrilled living in Saskatoon cleaning up after Gross(Corey) and Grosser(Dad), but at least, stores were open past 6. And you had choices for ordering pizza or chinese. Saskatoon has multiple bars and shopping centres. Melfort has the Chances 'R' and Main Street. It's just not the same.
The other problem just happens to be how EVERYONE knows what you're doing (even if you don't!). There really is a lack of privacy. I don't know how it's done. If everyone's houses are bugged or what? Maybe the inconspicuous shoppers at Co-op have super hearing or something. I just know, I don't like it.
The only other thing bothering me is the people across the street and 4 houses down. They play the LOUDEST music into all hours of the morning approx 6 out of the 7 days a week. I swear they must deaf if I can hear it 4 houses away and I'm at 30% hearing loss.
It's boring here. And if it wasn't for getting a great job that I love and the 99 cent movie rentals, I might have already lost my mind.
For some reason I keep coming back even though I sometimes hate it here. I guess it's because it's still Home.
Being "Angela" Smart
I'd like to think I'm as smart as my sister who is convocating with distinction.
I didn't go to a single Sociology class and got an 88% on the final. Who does that??
People who are "Angela" smart.
Although, Angela would never not attend class or leave a semester of reading to the two days before the final. She wouldn't think that was smart. But I handled it magnificently.
I had a whole semester of sleeping in and doing whatever I wanted when I wasn't doing homework, while Angela slaved away at the computer. So maybe I'm smarter than Angela.
And maybe she's almost "Jennifer" smart.
I didn't go to a single Sociology class and got an 88% on the final. Who does that??
People who are "Angela" smart.
Although, Angela would never not attend class or leave a semester of reading to the two days before the final. She wouldn't think that was smart. But I handled it magnificently.
I had a whole semester of sleeping in and doing whatever I wanted when I wasn't doing homework, while Angela slaved away at the computer. So maybe I'm smarter than Angela.
And maybe she's almost "Jennifer" smart.
I need a Helicopter.
If I had a helicopter, there would be so many benefits, including:
-being able to fly over and not wait in traffic
-being able to use my helicopter to swoop down and scare people I don't like
-people would think I was important
-I would probably make lots of new friends because they'd want helicopter rides
-Zeke would like a helicopter ride
-If I was being chased, I would be uncatchable
-I could get places faster
-And who would steal a helicopter, almost no one because they wouldn't know how to drive it. And when they started it up, I'd know they were stealing it, because who else has a helicopter?
So needless to say, I've started saving. It's going to be a big adjustment from a Chevy Cavalier to a Helicopter, but it'll be worth it.
-being able to fly over and not wait in traffic
-being able to use my helicopter to swoop down and scare people I don't like
-people would think I was important
-I would probably make lots of new friends because they'd want helicopter rides
-Zeke would like a helicopter ride
-If I was being chased, I would be uncatchable
-I could get places faster
-And who would steal a helicopter, almost no one because they wouldn't know how to drive it. And when they started it up, I'd know they were stealing it, because who else has a helicopter?
So needless to say, I've started saving. It's going to be a big adjustment from a Chevy Cavalier to a Helicopter, but it'll be worth it.
A Non New Kids Concert
I just have to say it's weird to be at Credit Union Centre without seeing any "Click, Click, Click" shirts.
Angela and I attended the Montgomery Gentry concert. Very very different crowd.
No screaming soccer mom's. No Perez-type men in tight pink t-shirts. No bus stalking.
It was the "Craven crowd". Loud and rowdy. Let's get drunk and dance. Or beak the security.
It just doesn't have the same magical feeling as a New Kids on the Block concert.
And I'm still pissy that those RoadHammers broke my camera, probably from being so ugly. They are definitely no Jordan Knight.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Happy birthday Jordan Knight
Well, I have to make this a quick post, as I had too much wine out with my husband's aunt and uncle's (not really a wine drinker; now I know why - yaaaaawwwwwnnn...) so I am off to bed.
However, today is Jordan's 39th birthday. I remember when I was 12 and he was 20, that seemed like such a big age difference. But, now he is 39 and I am almost 31, so it's almost like we are the same age. So, not only is it his birthday, it is 6 months since that fateful day in the Chapters bookstore when I saw him in the flesh!! (see December posts for those details...)
http://angeandjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/jordan-our-all-time-favorite.html
It is so interesting to me that I remember his birthday, and, I also recall so vividly the one moment (10 minutes or less I'd say) we met. I mean, that is alot of power to have on another person isn't it? Do you think he wonders about the trance he puts women into? Here I am, a perfectly normal (I think) women blogging about him! I may be crazy. Or, maybe it's just the wine talking.
Friday, May 15, 2009
No Cruise For Me
So, tonight I was checking out the New Kid's twitter updates, and they have pictures from the cruise...DAMN! Why did I not spend $2000 on a ticket?! Five boy banders on a big cruise ship for four days!! Ack! I am so dumb to pass up the opportunity!
http://twitpic.com/598wc
Well, back to my snowy May long weekend in Saskatchewan, I guess.
Sorry blog readers for the delay in posting! Jen made a list of things to blog about, but we haven't gotten to it yet!
XOXO
Ange
http://twitpic.com/598wc
Well, back to my snowy May long weekend in Saskatchewan, I guess.
Sorry blog readers for the delay in posting! Jen made a list of things to blog about, but we haven't gotten to it yet!
XOXO
Ange
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