Neil Young rocked my world
So I haven't blogged in about a hundred years because I've actually been out living my life for the past few days (not really).
Canada Day was a blast (I worked a double, yeehaw!) and of course all of the drunken mofo's from Hess Village kept me up all night lighting off firecrackers in their hands and shouting "PUSSY!" at all of the passing women (cuz that guarantees you a lay, for sure). I hoped and prayed that I would hear the glorious sounds of an ambulance indicating one of them had blown off a limb, but no luck. On Saturday I was pleased to see that Pete Townshend is still rockin the windmill and Neil Young is still rockin the free world.
In other news, since I've been tagged by Pork Chop, I've decided to fulfill my blogger duty and post my response to the meme.
1. More Than My Luggage
2. Modigli
3. Babbling Brooke
4. Anthony Pereira
5. Diadima
I tag Kallun, Loz and Louise Nillon
So here are five things that I miss about my childhood.
1. My Grandfather. I lived with him for most of my life. He died when I was sixteen, but really he was dying for years before then. My best memories of him are from birth - age ten. Whether it was feeding the chickens in the barn, watching him cook Italian food, learning to speak the language, learning to draw a map of Africa freehand, or sitting on top of the tractor as he changed the break pads while belting out La Traviata- my best childhood moments were with him and I sincerely believe that he might have been my soul mate.
2. Treehouse Projects. My sister is a Paramedic by trade, but in her heart I think she's really a zealous engineer. My grandparents had a fifty acre (with 20 acres of forest) farm that we lived on together and so there were hundreds of potential treehouse sites. We always started off with reasonable plans: get some spare lumber, nails and paint from the garage, pick a tree, and build a little tree fort. From that, my sister would slowly snowball things until they bordered on ridiculous. She'd say, "I know! We could build it on the ground....oh! I know! we can have different rooms....oh! I know! we could add on an attic....oh! I know! we could wire it for electricity!!!"
Usually these projects ended with me throwing my hammer into the creek and going back into the house to watch The Price is Right. But looking back now, it was pretty entertaining to be a part of her grand master plans.
3. Not knowing a whole hell of a lot. There's that saying, "Ignorance is bliss" and I don't care who you are, it's fucking true. I desperately miss not knowing the burden of financial stress or that sheer desperation that you feel when you can't make ends meet. As a child I had no idea whatsoever of what my mom was going through as a single parent trying to hold down two jobs to support my sister and I. Now that I'm older, I still can't say that I know what she went through- but I can say that I miss not having to worry about anything, ever.
4. Summer/Winter vacations in Quebec. When I was little, my parents owned a house in Temisqueming, Quebec. It's an eight hour drive from my parents' home and it was like paradise to me when I was a kid. The house was right on Baie Dorval (or Dorval Bay for you anglos) and my sister and I would get up at 6 in the morning, eat, and go jump off our docks into the water until dinner time. For the most part, we were completely unsupervised and we'd go on sailing adventures in the canoe or paddleboat. In the winter, we'd have snowmobile races and build incredible snowforts on the frozen bay. Growing up in Canada, the winter time is when you have the most amazing fun because there are hundreds of things to do from snowshoeing to making maple sugar candy at the sugar shack. I had an awesome time there as a kid and I still have dreams that I'm back there despite the fact that my parents sold it when I was 13.
5. School Pictures. I loved picture day. LOVED it. Every year, right before picture day, I would magically get something stuck in my hair (burrs, gum, rubber sticky hands, etc) and of course I thought it was completely logical that if I cut it out with scissors, then my mom wouldn't notice. So in pretty much every picture from elementary school, I have this ridiculous mullet type hair cut because I was always cutting my own stupid hair. The thing is that I was never embarrassed either, I totally thought that the pictures were awesome. Now that I think of it, this could explain why there are no pictures of me at my mom's house. Kooky.
Canada Day was a blast (I worked a double, yeehaw!) and of course all of the drunken mofo's from Hess Village kept me up all night lighting off firecrackers in their hands and shouting "PUSSY!" at all of the passing women (cuz that guarantees you a lay, for sure). I hoped and prayed that I would hear the glorious sounds of an ambulance indicating one of them had blown off a limb, but no luck. On Saturday I was pleased to see that Pete Townshend is still rockin the windmill and Neil Young is still rockin the free world.
In other news, since I've been tagged by Pork Chop, I've decided to fulfill my blogger duty and post my response to the meme.
1. More Than My Luggage
2. Modigli
3. Babbling Brooke
4. Anthony Pereira
5. Diadima
I tag Kallun, Loz and Louise Nillon
So here are five things that I miss about my childhood.
1. My Grandfather. I lived with him for most of my life. He died when I was sixteen, but really he was dying for years before then. My best memories of him are from birth - age ten. Whether it was feeding the chickens in the barn, watching him cook Italian food, learning to speak the language, learning to draw a map of Africa freehand, or sitting on top of the tractor as he changed the break pads while belting out La Traviata- my best childhood moments were with him and I sincerely believe that he might have been my soul mate.
2. Treehouse Projects. My sister is a Paramedic by trade, but in her heart I think she's really a zealous engineer. My grandparents had a fifty acre (with 20 acres of forest) farm that we lived on together and so there were hundreds of potential treehouse sites. We always started off with reasonable plans: get some spare lumber, nails and paint from the garage, pick a tree, and build a little tree fort. From that, my sister would slowly snowball things until they bordered on ridiculous. She'd say, "I know! We could build it on the ground....oh! I know! we can have different rooms....oh! I know! we could add on an attic....oh! I know! we could wire it for electricity!!!"
Usually these projects ended with me throwing my hammer into the creek and going back into the house to watch The Price is Right. But looking back now, it was pretty entertaining to be a part of her grand master plans.
3. Not knowing a whole hell of a lot. There's that saying, "Ignorance is bliss" and I don't care who you are, it's fucking true. I desperately miss not knowing the burden of financial stress or that sheer desperation that you feel when you can't make ends meet. As a child I had no idea whatsoever of what my mom was going through as a single parent trying to hold down two jobs to support my sister and I. Now that I'm older, I still can't say that I know what she went through- but I can say that I miss not having to worry about anything, ever.
4. Summer/Winter vacations in Quebec. When I was little, my parents owned a house in Temisqueming, Quebec. It's an eight hour drive from my parents' home and it was like paradise to me when I was a kid. The house was right on Baie Dorval (or Dorval Bay for you anglos) and my sister and I would get up at 6 in the morning, eat, and go jump off our docks into the water until dinner time. For the most part, we were completely unsupervised and we'd go on sailing adventures in the canoe or paddleboat. In the winter, we'd have snowmobile races and build incredible snowforts on the frozen bay. Growing up in Canada, the winter time is when you have the most amazing fun because there are hundreds of things to do from snowshoeing to making maple sugar candy at the sugar shack. I had an awesome time there as a kid and I still have dreams that I'm back there despite the fact that my parents sold it when I was 13.
5. School Pictures. I loved picture day. LOVED it. Every year, right before picture day, I would magically get something stuck in my hair (burrs, gum, rubber sticky hands, etc) and of course I thought it was completely logical that if I cut it out with scissors, then my mom wouldn't notice. So in pretty much every picture from elementary school, I have this ridiculous mullet type hair cut because I was always cutting my own stupid hair. The thing is that I was never embarrassed either, I totally thought that the pictures were awesome. Now that I think of it, this could explain why there are no pictures of me at my mom's house. Kooky.
posted by diadima at 2:34 PM
4 Comments:
Oh man, I was so disappointed by all that...not that I expected anything else...That was such a giant cliche...the "let's have everybody who's performed all sing at once at the end of the concert" thing that's been done over and over and has yet to sound good EVER. And I bet half those poeple by their enthusiasm even realize the lyrics are sarcastic. That's the only thing I saw. Managed to avoid the Floyd reunion thank God...
I've never been tagged before. You made me lose my tagging virginity. i feel so special. And a little used...
riley: i love neil young. i love giant cliche singalongs. i love pink floyd. most of all, i love hearing about the millions of names and faces that were signed to the petition to make poverty history. it's a cause that i have been in support of for a while now and to see it finally get worldwide recognition is hardly a disappointment or cliche.
louise: oh you love it
Didn't even mention the spice girl reunion.
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