I have to say it, the Edmonton Oiler's were amazing this season. To fight to play in game seven of the Stanley Cup Playoffs is no small feat - and fight they did, every single game. While it is a little diappointing not to be welcoming home the Stanley Cup, Edmonton welcomes home it's heros who took our dreams and meshed them with their own. Good Job Oilers!
A short handed goal in Sudden Death Overtime!!! What an amazing game!
GAME SIX IN EDMONTON! Go OIL!!!
In the third period... three minutes to go... the Hurricanes on the verge of history and Stanley is in the building being "prepped."
Please Stanley, come home.
I've been thinking alot about photography. I can fit it into my consulting business and politics, I am sure!
So I'm talking with my best friend (on Vancouver Island) this evening when the conversation turns from her horse Levi to her 2 month old laying chickens, of whom she is very proud. She got them at Easter time and has been patiently tending to them - they won't be old enough to lay eggs until September.
This "matter of fact" part of the conversation made me laugh:
So I am just sitting here at home minding my own business and I see this bus pull up outside my house and park so the bus driver could get out and run across the road to the convenience store. There's no one else on the bus, the doors open and the engine is running.
I'm pretty sure I can drive a bus.
First I will sheepishly apologize to my Blog as the many things that have kept my attention this past little while have also kept me away from it. Of course I have relevant excuses, but they are just that - excuses. I will now try to make up for it.
My recent spoiling of Duncan may have contributed to his recent spate of romantic attention towards me; he bought me roses out of the blue, he purchased me a computer game so that I could play online with him (I must admit, even though I don't get a lot of time to play, I am enjoying it immensely!) and then this email appeared in my inbox the other day:
"Quick as a flash, she punctured my professorial balloon," he recalled, of her response to his argument that education was the key to alleviating oppression, an army of teachers and community workers preferable to an army of troops.
The captain had retorted: "You can't do that when the bad guys run things, Dad, they just shoot you. You have to have peace and good government in order for the rest to happen. I do what I do so you can do what you do."
Yesterday, the father conceded that the daughter knew best.
Rest In Peace, Captain Nichola Kathleen Sarah Goddard.
Cars and trucks are driving up and down my street honking - Edmonton is happy to be sitting one win away from the Stanley Cup finals. It's neat being here in Edmonton as the Oilers head into the Cup Finals. I must admit I am starting to get wrapped up in it, like a warm blanket the excitement is soothing - and the words Go Oilers Go don't seem so hard to say at all. I had a feeling it would be the Oilers and Buffalo fighting for the Stanley Cup (we'll see). I enjoyed Calgary in 2004 (my heart will always be with the Flames) and now I am looking forward to Edmonton in 2006.
Life has otherwise been busy - family life is seemingly returning to normal but work life (as always is on the campaign trial) is steadily picking up pace. For these, and many other reasons, I have been neglecting the blog... I apologize. One of my obsessions lately has been my Flickr page, it's been occupying my attention quite well, what with comments, new contacts and groups (I run a group now) and organizing the latest vacation pictures into sets and pools, it takes up alot more time then I originally thought. I have been inspired (photography has long been a hobby of mine) to become more creative with my pictures so look out for more on the way. I've got to do something in my spare time don't I?
I will try to come back to the blog soon.
I keep meaning to visit England, especially with how good the seat sales have been recently. However a trip like that is surprisingly easy to postpone, especially considering all of the other things a young family like mine wants to do.
I really can't have been half as bad a child as my mother likes to recall, and I like to think that it's my Mother's active imagination that provides so much colour to the stories she delights in telling about me - surely they must be embellished at least slightly for effect!
The story I hear most often is the story of my birth. You see, after what I "put my mother through" (DAYS of labour, apparently) she wants me to really appreciate the extra efforts she took not to leave me (screaming and stamping my feet) on a roadside somewhere in the remote interior of British Columbia ("No one would have blamed me" I can still hear her say).
All kidding aside, I will acknowledge that I probably was a pain in the ass to raise - as an independant thinker who always felt I could take care of myself; a risk taker with little worry for my mortality; a spontaneous spirit with no real sense of time relevance; a brave soul that would have me stand up to anyone; an enjoyment of fun (especially the malicious kind) and the fact that I sufferred EVERY distraction I came upon (can we say ADHD?) - I really was a going concern. The things I remember doing as a child pale my heart now when I try to imagine my own children in similiar situations... sometimes it's a wonder I survived at all (or a testament to my tenacity). And discipline was not something that registered easily with me, so after all actions and threats had been exhausted my mother liked to resort to cursing me with her favoured "I hope you have children JUST LIKE YOU!"
I have wonderful children - amazing in all ways. They are mature, precocious, intelligent, academically succesful, friendly and popular, self disciplined, philanthropic caring individuals who utilize a 
self actualized goals process and exhibit a tremendous amount of adability in their day to day worlds. They are perfect and yet they also manage to be children as well. They bring me joy - even on the hard days!
Obviously my Mother's curse worked... because I am perfect in everyway!
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. Thanks for everything you did and still do.
Check out our Flickr Las Vegas Photo Album. And the Las Vegas pictures are also up on my Travel Page.
What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas - unless you get Married there!!!
