Christmas What?

So basically I am sitting here in Calgary only days after the glorious Holiday we call Christmas and there is no snow on the ground. I mean there is nothing on the ground, save for the ground itself. If I was a hippie and into new age things I would question Mother Nature, but since the biggest foray into hippydome is that fact that I wear Birkenstocks I would ask the creator and contemplate if its some sort of celestial plan , or if it is due to the fact that there is far too much C02 in the atmosphere and as such we are getting warmer. Anyways Its sad that it was a brown Christmas, well not so much brown, in Kamloops it was green everywhere. Christmas was glorious. Friends, Family, Food, and Fellowship. I drove a rental car to Kamloops, thus affording me a comfortable ride with my siblings, my little brother came out to visit before the holidays so we drove back together. I got back last night and then had the pleasure of working today, when I say pleasure I really mean pain, but it provides me the money to live and thats really the bottom line these days. I had something brilliant to share, but since my memory is like a strainer I can't remember what it was. Anyways, happy holidays.

Ghetto Ghetto Ghetto

A few things to comment on while I am on my break from answering phones. 1. I never felt like I lived in a ghetto, which I dont really do but this weekend It felt like it. On my way home from the wine store I came up to my building and was greated by broken glass everywhere. Some dudes, though it could have been girls since they were Mikes hard Lemonaide bottles, had been throwing the bottles from balconeys to the road. One bottle infact when through a windshield so that the shape of the bottle was left, kinda cool, but unfortunate. So all this glass outside the building = ghetto. The next morning as I was taking the elevator down to head to church there was blood all over the walls of the elevator, and when I say all over I really mean there was blood smeared on the back wall and the floor was dirty so I felt like I was in a film with dirty apartments filled with strange people. Blood + Walls = ghetto. 2. I just ate a meal provided by my corporate job and it was delicious. Turkey and stuffing and cranberrys and potatoes and buns and salad and mincemeat and gravy. Its nice to work for a large corporation that treats you right. 3. I dislike Dr.Phil and Maury Povich. Now I realize that they are not the same shows, but when I sat and watched Maury for 5 minutes the other day I nearly wanted to fight him. But there were angry middle aged women sitting near me so I could not touch the remote lest my life be taken. So I promptly left the room and silently wished that Maury would never be on ever again. And so ends my break time rant, I will now resume my white collar, cubicle enforced, mind numbing, phone call answering.

The NHL

Friends, before you think that I have devoted my life to hockey and will forever watch and gauge my mood upon the outcome of the sport, let me explain the title of the blog. This eve I went to my weekly wine class, where I won a bottle of win for basically doing the best job of selling a bottle of wine to the class, after this glorious ego boost I went out and headed to the wonders of Canadian winters, frozen water. I am talking about the frozen water that is called Olympic Plaza. This wonder in the heart of downtown is frozen so that people can skate on it and enjoy some of the beautiful things of winter ie. rosey cheeks, flying pucks and learning to skate. While am getting more comfortable on my skates it occured to me that there is a great game played on the ice surfaces of this nation I think its called hockey. So I borrow a stick from a friend and attempt to skate down the ice while pushing a puck infront of me. It was so much harder then it looks. This eve I garnered a great deal of respect for those players who play hockey for a living. Dont think that I agree with the money they make, but those who spend the time to make skating look effortless deserve a little compensation. So this eve I won a bottle of California Zinfandel, Skated a bit, and increased my respect of those who play the frozen game. I am also drinking apple cider right now, and it is so good.

Please Hold For Your Number

Dearest friends, its been a while since I have shared stories, thoughts, and oberservations. So enjoy this installment for you may never know when the next one will be. First I must thank Jon Kramer for his dedication of an entry to me. You can see this entry HERE. On with the blog. This previous friday I traveled to the ugly city of Edmonton to view a musical concert put on by some friends from times past. One of the performers was named Brock Tyler, and he and I were freshmen back when I went to school in Regina. I had never seen Brock live and as such I had a burning desire to see him in concert. So some friends and I drove up to the city of Champions and took in the musical display, it was glorious. We missed the opening band, but that was alright since we were really there for the next two acts. Brock played and then a band called Consider the Ravens also played. Both were outstanding, Brock a little more polished but since the music was original it was all outstanding. Other then a trip to Edmonton, my life is pretty simple, work eat hangout sleep work... I have been enjoying this style of life, and I have had good amounts of time to hang out with friends, but I find myself unsatisfied with my current job at the Multinational telecommunications company. I do not dislike the company, nor the work situation, I find myself simply unsatisfied with the type of work I do. When something becomes so routine that I find myself using phrases like "Please hold for your number" in real life outside of the call center. Its scary when you also use keying stratigies that are meant only for work while trying to type on a normal computer. Strange things are afoot, I think I am slowly being brainwashed into corporate culture and being programed with all the ideals that the man wants me to remember. So needless to say the job is easy as pretty much anything else I have done, but it steals a little part of me each day that I sit infront of the computer screen and deal with cranky customers. On the other side of things, I have taken to calling myself a Sommelier. I have no credentials to back this claim up, but I should, if I pass, have a certificate that gives backing to my presumption that I am budding beverage expert. As was explained in my class Sommeliers do not only deal with wine, but must be fluent in all consumable beverages. With this revelation I have begun to try new and exotic flavors with the hopes of increasing my palate and my ability to distingush subtle flavors in all consumables. On that note I must again depart and head out to a pentecostal young adults service.