This is a story about me and my mom and our love of the Winnipeg Blue Bombers and the CFL. I have been a Bomber fan since I don't know when and I remember watching it with my mom, yes I said mom not dad. She was the big fan in our household. There were no Sunday suppers for us, it was usually take out or dad would bbq. Mom had no time as her games were on and we had to be quiet unless of course we were cheering.
All our relatives knew that the biggest fan in the family was mom and no one questioned her knowledge of the game. One thing mom taught me about being a fan was that you are always a fan through the good times and the bad. No band wagon jumping was allowed in our house. You didn't boo because the quarterback was having an off day or a reciever had butterfingers. You just cheered and and stayed positive that things would turn around. Yes you can get frustrated and mad but never give up. As a Bomber fan we have had many ups and downs but I am always proud to wear my Blue and Gold.
Best birthday present ever was season tickets to the Bomber games when I was 16. Section B Row 32 Seat 7 that was my seat. We also travelled to 3 Labour Day games in Regina and each one of those was an adventure in it self. We have also gone to 3 Grey Cup games together, one in Vancouver, another in Calgary and of course one in Winnipeg. There is no better person to watch a game with then my mom. I had season tickets for at least 10 years with her until I moved out of the province. I headed west to live in Banff but everytime I was going home during football season I made sure the Bombers were at home so I could catch a game. I even ventured to Calgary to cheer for the Blue and Gold and through the years and cities I have lived in I have managed to make a Bomber game in those cities as well.
With my mom and I living 800km's apart, during a game there is practically an open phone line to her so we can discuss the previous play or call. This is for all the games each week. If the Bombers lose a big one no one is allowed to call my mom but me. My brother's girlfriend thought it would be funny to call her after a heartbreaking loss and , well let's just say she is lucky to still be in the family. Pretty sure she won't make that mistake a second time and my brother even warned her before she did it.
So it is the end of another season for the Bombers and they didn't make the playoffs but they sure showed promise of what is to come. I will watch the other teams in the play-offs but unsure of who I will cheer for other then they are good close hard fought games and know that we could be there next year.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Traffic
I think that throughout the day there are several stages to traffic. and they type of people who drive in it.
Starting with your typical workday, you have your daily commuters. They know where they are going and what time they have to be there. The routes and routines rarely change from the moment they leave their driveways until the arrive at their workplace. The thought being...the sooner I get there the sooner I get to go home.
For instance, I have to be at work at 7am and I leave my house by 6:40 each morning. There is little traffic from where I live all the way to work. If I leave 5 minutes later though the change is dramatic. There seems to be 4 times as many cars then compared to 5 minutes prior. Where did they all come from? Although we still all have the same goal in mind...."must get to work". As the hours change then so does the traffic.
Starting at 9am, you start to get the people that have appointments to their Dr's and Dentists or worse yet if it is around Christmas, the dreaded shoppers. I mean we have them all through the day anyways and we have to contend with the fact that they have no road etiquette when it comes to those of us just wanting to get to work. My vehicle was recently hit but said shopper on her way to a sale. I guess she didn't realize the the green light was also for me.
You have the stay at home mom who has a few hours to get her groceries and get back in time for lunch. Worst yet you have the ones who come from small towns or the farm and don't often come to the city. They don't have to merge back home, so why should they have to here? Then there is the useless accessory that their cars or trucks have to indicate lane change. They obviously never knew what they were for.
That is what happens during the day, along with all the trucks and couriers, sales people and whom ever else has to go from point A to point B for a meeting or a delivery. Of course lunch time brings some added excitemnet. People going to the drive thru and then eating their lunch on the way back to work. It's amazing to watch them put ketchup on their fries as they are turning a corner. They have a drink in 1 hand and the burger in the other. Not sure who is steering at this point, so you just get the hell out of their way.
Then their is the drive home, which unlike the morning. Their is more then just the morning commuters heading home. School is out, shopping is over and you have to get home to make supper. This is where it gets really interesting. Going home, I drive as fast as I am allowed and maybe a bit more. The other people coming home from work are usually on the same page about this. We however, still have to contend with all those who have arrived in the city during the day. Yes, you know who you are. Your pokey or sightseeing as you go, who cares that there are 10 cars behind them and no one can pass. They are thinking "Has the tree always been there"? as they take in the sights.
I guess what I am trying to say is...Stay out of my way and let me get home safe and sound.
Starting with your typical workday, you have your daily commuters. They know where they are going and what time they have to be there. The routes and routines rarely change from the moment they leave their driveways until the arrive at their workplace. The thought being...the sooner I get there the sooner I get to go home.
For instance, I have to be at work at 7am and I leave my house by 6:40 each morning. There is little traffic from where I live all the way to work. If I leave 5 minutes later though the change is dramatic. There seems to be 4 times as many cars then compared to 5 minutes prior. Where did they all come from? Although we still all have the same goal in mind...."must get to work". As the hours change then so does the traffic.
Starting at 9am, you start to get the people that have appointments to their Dr's and Dentists or worse yet if it is around Christmas, the dreaded shoppers. I mean we have them all through the day anyways and we have to contend with the fact that they have no road etiquette when it comes to those of us just wanting to get to work. My vehicle was recently hit but said shopper on her way to a sale. I guess she didn't realize the the green light was also for me.
You have the stay at home mom who has a few hours to get her groceries and get back in time for lunch. Worst yet you have the ones who come from small towns or the farm and don't often come to the city. They don't have to merge back home, so why should they have to here? Then there is the useless accessory that their cars or trucks have to indicate lane change. They obviously never knew what they were for.
That is what happens during the day, along with all the trucks and couriers, sales people and whom ever else has to go from point A to point B for a meeting or a delivery. Of course lunch time brings some added excitemnet. People going to the drive thru and then eating their lunch on the way back to work. It's amazing to watch them put ketchup on their fries as they are turning a corner. They have a drink in 1 hand and the burger in the other. Not sure who is steering at this point, so you just get the hell out of their way.
Then their is the drive home, which unlike the morning. Their is more then just the morning commuters heading home. School is out, shopping is over and you have to get home to make supper. This is where it gets really interesting. Going home, I drive as fast as I am allowed and maybe a bit more. The other people coming home from work are usually on the same page about this. We however, still have to contend with all those who have arrived in the city during the day. Yes, you know who you are. Your pokey or sightseeing as you go, who cares that there are 10 cars behind them and no one can pass. They are thinking "Has the tree always been there"? as they take in the sights.
I guess what I am trying to say is...Stay out of my way and let me get home safe and sound.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Purgatory?
Well this is my first Blog and after reading a very sad story about a little girl who was kidnapped and then killed, it made me think. What kind of world do we really live in? If you believe in heaven and hell, then you have to think that we must be somewhere floating in-between.
People's perception of heaven would be, a perfect place to be where everything is always happy.
Hell on the other hand is for those who don't repent their sins or are just really bad people and no repenting will ever allow them out of there.
My friends and I always joke about the fact that we will be in hell and to make sure that you save a seat for me. We drink, we swear, we don't go to church and so much more. No, we have never killed anyone or been involved in any other type of atrocity that would surely put you there.
Right now, though, I think we are all in purgatory. I mean if there was a real god or other religious leader that other religions follow, then the world should be a perfect place. People die with dignity after a fullfilling life. The "good" ones don't die young and the "evil" doers continue to live. We wouldn't have the sick people in the world that do the unthinkable to kids.
So we must be in Purgatory. It's really the only answer. We are all here to repent for something we have done, but most of us don't know it yet. I figure mine has something to do with money and the fact that I never just have enough. Each time I am close to being stable something happens to push me back 3 steps. Always so close and always so far. So I guess I will be in purgatory for a little while longer, unless of course I win the lottery, oop's gambling is a sin also. Welcome to Hell!
People's perception of heaven would be, a perfect place to be where everything is always happy.
Hell on the other hand is for those who don't repent their sins or are just really bad people and no repenting will ever allow them out of there.
My friends and I always joke about the fact that we will be in hell and to make sure that you save a seat for me. We drink, we swear, we don't go to church and so much more. No, we have never killed anyone or been involved in any other type of atrocity that would surely put you there.
Right now, though, I think we are all in purgatory. I mean if there was a real god or other religious leader that other religions follow, then the world should be a perfect place. People die with dignity after a fullfilling life. The "good" ones don't die young and the "evil" doers continue to live. We wouldn't have the sick people in the world that do the unthinkable to kids.
So we must be in Purgatory. It's really the only answer. We are all here to repent for something we have done, but most of us don't know it yet. I figure mine has something to do with money and the fact that I never just have enough. Each time I am close to being stable something happens to push me back 3 steps. Always so close and always so far. So I guess I will be in purgatory for a little while longer, unless of course I win the lottery, oop's gambling is a sin also. Welcome to Hell!
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