People are still Stupid.

So, as a summer job, I'm employed by the tourist centre in my hometown. I tell people where the campground is, hand out travel guides, and sell local pottery, clothing and other knick-knacks.

This past weekend, a genuis came in, looked at the three giant shelves of pottery and then asked me, "Did you make all this pottery yourself?"

Seriously. Seriously, like WTF man??

Would you walk into a clothing store and ask the cashier if she designed and sewed the clothes. Or the cashier at a candy shop if she made the gum, chips and chocolate bars herself?!

So, I went into my speech about how the crafts are all made by local artists. Not me.

I'm glad to have met the leader of the rampant stupidity plague.

God Bless Craven (and all that comes with it)!

As my new's year resolution I gave up McDonald's. More than six months ago, I told myself that if I went without ANY McDonald's, I could allow myself to have some one night after a day at Craven.

I'm six months clean of my McDonald's habit and two days away from falling off the wagon. I don't know if it's falling so much as jumping.

And you know what? I can't wait! I keep thinking and analyzing and debating what my order should be.

Yep, I'm gonna have me some McDonald's this weekend.

Craven Preparations

For those of you who don’t know what this week is, it’s Craven Week! Best week of the year. This week is filled with anticipation for diehards like myself. I think about Craven all year long and enjoy it way more than Christmas.

So this week before I watch the great performers like Clint Black, Trace Adkins, George Strait, Kellie Pickler and Taylor Swift, I am preparing for almost anything.

--> For the chance that if the rain comes, I will fall in mud and not be allowed to cry.

--> For the hoots and hollers I will receive. As well as the requests to see my gigantic busom for free liquor. (Last year, I bartered 8 beer for one peek, and because it’s Craven, it’s ok to be proud of that)

--> For the best meal I will eat all year. Taco in a bag! Crushed chips and a table spoon of ground beef just taste better at Craven.

--> For the inevitable traffic stop, where the cop will stop us, see we’re in Fanny, it’s not kids joy riding in their grandparents car and then not even ask to see our licences. Just let us go…

Despite the preparations, I just love Craven. I love the adventure. I love the anticipation. I love the unknown. I love the music. I love the food. I love the break from life. I love the huge crowd. I love it all!!

Oh, and Angela, I have my rubber boots packed this year and I promise not to leave them unattended.

"Jen"ius?

I was declared a genius by my Grandpa. So, I'm feeling pretty proud right now.

My grandparents bought a new tv in April. The last one lasted 17 years and it was time for an upgrade.

One Sunday in June, my mom and I ventured out to the farm, only to realize the tv was set to "espanol". So everytime Grandpa pressed mute (which is every commerical break) it said "Silencio" instead of "Mute".

I took the remote and fixed it. For two months it was like that. In one minute, it was fixed and I was a genius!

I hope this genius gene lasts. It might not and I'll be left like my Grandma.

Mom and I made chicken for supper and she wrapped up the left overs and put them in the fridge. Grandma came over and took out the chicken, then ate it. When I walked in the living room she said " I ate that piece of bread that was in the fridge, but it sure was salty". I could not contain my laughter long enough to tell her it was chicken!

Rider Nation: It's a Place, But You Won't Find It On the Map

I have lived in Saskatchewan pretty well my whole life - a brief exception with trips to Alberta in 1989-1990 when my parents moved (and then returned), and when I went to SAIT from 1997-1999. So, for the remaining 27 years I have covered a lot of the province - Fairy Glen, Melfort, Arborfield, Saskatoon, and Regina.

So?

Well, I have always known there was a CFL football team in Saskatchewan. The Roughriders. Every good Saskie-girl knows that. It's the only pro-team in the province in ANY sport. So, through good times and bad, most of us support the team whole-heartedly. That doesn't depend on where you live in Saskatchewan.

But living in Regina--Rider Nation--has brought my awareness of the team to a whole new level. When you live in the same town where the games are actually played at Mosaic Stadium; where you drive by the Roughriders office; shop at the Riders store - two of them; and drive down The Green Mile, people expect that you bleed green. It's extreme. Stores are decorated, people have Rider flags on their cars, and it's all over Facebook. And, you will be hard pressed to find a person in Regina on game day NOT wearing green. In fact, that is usually how I know it IS game day. I don't listen to or watch sports (I can't believe I am actually blogging about sports right now), but I do know that when the /=S=/ logos start to appear in full force and there is a dramatic spike in the amount of people wearing green clothing--it's game day. It even makes me want to watch! Can you believe it? Me!! I am the most uninvolved sports person ever in the history of football. I can see how cult-like behavior develops...you want to watch because all the other people are watching. At least, you think they're watching because they aren't allowed to say they're NOT watching! THINK OF THE TERRIBLE THINGS THAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU WEREN'T WATCHING!

However, I am not watching.

This is the time when I like to go shopping. It's a great benefit of living in Rider Nation - you know everyone is either at Taylor Field, or at home watching TSN, so it's a great time to go to those places normally crowded with cars and people. Say, Wal-Mart.

So tonight, on preseason game day, I bought myself some tank tops, some wooden spoons and a bbq lighter and spent some quality alone time at my local Wal-Mart store. Next time I might even get a Rider t-shirt. Maybe even a jersey like the Wal-Mart greeter was wearing.

(Anyone know the score??)