Hey all. As I write this little message I am in the business center at Ramada Inn Mall of America, where we are staying until we fly out to Cancun and our beloved Isla Mujeres. Flight is at six fifteen a.m., so I'm really looking forward to getting up in the middle of the night. Actually, truth be told, I really am looking forward to getting out of the cold for a bit. I will be somewhat connected to the website thanks to the magic of the world-wide-web, wifi and ipod touch, so please, keep those cards and letters coming. I'll be posting something every few days or so, as my hectic schedule allows (tee hee) . In the meantime, my lovely sis-in-law Kath is posting her blog from Isla and lo and behold her latest post is one I contributed to her column about my daughter Dani's birthday dinner, created and brought to life by my amazing better half, Kim. Check it out with the link below, and while you're there peruse some of Kath's finer literary and culinary efforts.
For those of you who may not have seen it before, this amazing video started life as a kind of home-made travelogue by a couple who were visiting famous points on the globe and quickly became a worldwide phenomenom, featuring thousands of dancers the world over shaking it up with Matt...
The Miles Mac 60th Anniversary Committee has recently made several significant changes that will enable our “hardy core of volunteers” to be able to manage the 60th reunion with a minimal financial risk.
New Outline of Reunion – June 29/30, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
Saturday June 30, 2012
(no tickets required except for evening show, if necessary)
If you cannot come out for the 28th call me at 782-6306 and let me know to which specific area you will contribute your efforts and ideas.
We all have major challenges to overcome but we are now in the home stretch of this 60th reunion. Many alumni are already aware of it and are planning to attend. We have been a great team over the years. Please join us as we need all of you to make it a success.
Other proposed meeting dates are (to be confirmed on February 28, 2011):
Monday March 21, 2011
Monday April 25, 2011 (Easter Monday)
Monday May 30, 2011
Monday June 20, 2011
Monday September 12, 2011
Monday October 17, 2011
Monday November 21, 2011
When I bought my Blackberry, I thought about the 30-year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a cell phone that plays music, takes videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and Twitter. I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grand kids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.
That was before one of my grand kids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.
My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. I had to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a little loud.
I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-u-lating." You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then if I made a right turn instead. Well, it was not a good relationship.
When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.
To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have to run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.
The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them in with me.
Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look. I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a lot."
P.S. I know some of you are not over 50 . I sent it to you to allow you to forward it to those who are.
Us senior citizens don't need anymore gadgets. The tv remote and the garage door remote are about all we can handle.
-Submitted by Sherril Labovich-
Louis Riel was the driving force behind Manitoba becoming Canada’s fifth province. His dream of a province that embraces all cultures is still shared by Manitobans today.
On the third Monday of February, get out and join other Manitobans from all across our great province to celebrate Louis Riel’s vision.
Man is a woman's best friend.
He will reassure her when she feels insecure and comfort her after a bad day.
He will inspire her to do things she never thought she could do; to live without fear and forget regret.
He will enable her to express her deepest emotions and give in to her most intimate desires.
He will make sure she always feels that she's the most beautiful woman in the room and will enable her to be confident, sexy, seductive, and invincible.
No; wait...... sorry....... I'm thinking of wine.
It's wine that does all that.
The old letter carrier was delivering his route for the last time before retiring. Long- time customers greeted him at their doors with cards, chocolates and good wishes for a long and happy retirement. As he approached one house however, he was met at the door by a stunningly beautiful woman wearing nothing but a whisper-thin negligee. Taking his hand in hers, she led him up the stairs and into a romantic candle-lit bedroom, where she proceeded to fulfil each and every one of his fantasies, and even a few he didn't know he had. When the old postman was completely spent and had nodded off, the woman slipped quietly from the room. Soon the postie awoke to the unmistakable smell of frying bacon. Following his nose he found the beautiful woman in the kitchen, where she had prepared an amazing breakfast of fresh fruit salad, home made cinnamon buns, eggs Benedict and more. After eating until he nearly burst, the old postie got up and said " Gee ma'am, this has really been swell, but I should get back out and deliver the mail." As she helped him out the door, she gave him a little peck on the cheek and pressed a toonie into his hand. The postie looked at it in disbelief and said " Lady, after everything you've done for me this morning you're going to give me this too?" "It was my husband's idea" the woman answered. The postie's jaw dropped as he stammered "Your husband's?" "Yes indeed" she said. "I asked him what we should do for our retiring postman and he said 'Screw the postman, give him a toonie.' " Then she smiled proudly and said, "The breakfast was my idea."
-Submitted by a soon-to-retire-old-postman, tee hee-
Ed. note; Sounds to us like there's more than one old postie living a rich fantasy life.
Good Saturday morning. Mother Nature has graced us with a beautiful spring-like winter's day. What better way to celebrate than with some amazing made-in-Manitoba music, as suggested by my darling Kimberley, who herself has been enchanted by this song. Here is the bio of this talented musical collective from their website shown below. Sit back, relax and enjoy...
"Inspired by the lake, campfires, outdoor living and kitchen party jams, Red Moon Road is a down-home, acoustic folk and roots band with the right mix of East Coast and Country charm. Red Moon Road is a Winnipeg-based, touring songwriters’ collective. The band is driven by the reckless abandon and disarming beauty of vocalist Erin Propp, the songwriting of power-house multi-instrumentalist Daniel Jordan, and the sweet harmonies and banjo/mandolin playing of Daniel Peloquin-Hopfner. These musicians deliver songs that tell stories; songs you want to hear again; songs “frankly filled with images which evoke the life of the land, and its connection to the heart” (Rev. Bill Cliff). With a powerful and honest live delivery, the band has been winning hearts and fans at festivals (Trout Forest, Fire N’ Water, Harvest Moon), house concerts, and venues (Times Change(d) High and Lonesome Club, West End Cultural Centre) throughout Manitoba and Ontario since its 2010 inception. With more songs to be written, shows to be played, kitchens to jam in and campfires to trade songs around, the band continues to grow its library of adventures. > "Red Moon Road is comprised of a very talented group of musicians that have emerged from Winnipeg's remarkable roots music scene. They are sure to find success both at home and on the road throughout Canada. Highly recommended". - John Scoles, President/Janitor of the Times Change(D) High and Lonesome Club, Winnipeg Manitoba."
A sweet grandmother
Telephoned St. Joseph's Hospital. She timidly asked,
"Is it possible to speak to someone who can tell me how a patient is doing?"
The operator said,
"I'll be glad to help, dear. What's the name and room number of the patient?"
The grandmother in her weak, tremulous voice said,
"Norma Findlay, Room 302."
The operator replied,
"Let me put you on hold while I check with the nurse's station for that room."
After a few minutes, the operator returned to the phone and said,
"I have good news. Her nurse just told me that Norma is doing well. Her blood pressure is fine; her blood work just came back normal and her
physician, Dr. Cohen, has scheduled her to be discharged tomorrow."
The grandmother said,
"Thank you. That's wonderful. I was so worried. God bless you for the good
The operator replied,
"You're more than welcome. Is Norma your daughter?"
The grandmother said, "No, I'm Norma Findlay in Room 302. No one tells me shit."
Born In ‘74!
Melanie Jane Chisholm, Sporty Spice of the Spice Girls
Kevin Duran, Canadian Actor
Kate Moss, Model (Calvin Klein)
Steve Nash, Canadian born basketball star for NBA's Phoenix Suns
Kimbo Slice, mixed martial artist
Jenna Jameson, porn star
Victoria Beckham, Spice Girl Posh
Penelope Cruz, actress
Ahmet Rodan Zappa, son of Frank Zappa, rocker
Steve-O, TV personality, Jackass star
Hilary Swank, actress
Beckie Scott, Canadian cross-country skier and Olympic gold medalist
Natasha Henstridge, Canadian actress
Bryan Chiu, CFL defensive tackle (Montreal Alouettes)
Ryan Phillippe, actor
Caroline Aigle, First female French fighter pilot
Jimmy Fallon, actor and comedian
Chris Pronger, NHL defenceman (Team Canada Oly-1998)
Dale Earnhardt Jr, NASCAR Sprint Cup series driver
Joaquin Leaf Phoenix, actor (Russkies, Space Camp)
Saku Koivu, NHL left wing (Montreal Canadiens, Oly-B-98)
Meg White, drummer (The White Stripes)
Ryan Seacrest, television host
It Happened In '74
Inflation continued to spiral out of control around the world, reaching 11.3% in the USA and 12.6% in Canada, as the global recession deepened. The famous skeleton of "Lucy", who lived between 3 and 3.9 million years ago is discovered in Ethiopia . More and more smaller digital based consumer products appear in stores and the earliest forms of Word Processors appear which resemble a typewriter more than a computer. After the findings of the Watergate Scandal Richard Nixon becomes the first US president forced to resign from office.