Hooliganting: Red Sucker Land

Hooliganting: Red Sucker Land: Red Sucker Land. The storyteller is in the house this afternoon along with my own two and two borrowed boys.We have been to the pool and I...

Red Sucker Land

Red Sucker Land. The storyteller is in the house this afternoon along with my own two and two borrowed boys.We have been to the pool and I guess they must be a little tired after lunch as the storyteller is holding court. The princess "A" has a problem in that she has eaten all the red suckers in the land. She can't be the red sucker princess in green sucker land and so is travelling the world to find another red sucker land. She has this dreadful cats that licks itself. While doing so the smell of red suckers from the cat is invading her nose. The prince was made of red suckers and was eaten. It is very cannabilistic.

Meanwhile, I am struggling not to howl with laughter over the adventures. The thing that is really making me laugh though is that I googled red suckers to try and find an image to illustrate her storytelling. In the meantime, I have found that red sucker land really exists. Very crazy, but true. If you were to travel to Manatobia and drive to the northeastern part of the province. You would arrive here. It is called Red Sucker Lake.Funnily enough, there doesn't seem to be an abundance of red suckers, so I have no idea how it got the name.

Red Sucker Lake: the real red sucker land

This is a beautiful lakeside community that belongs to the First Nations people. They have resided here for a very long time. But, my historical self is really amused. And check out the fabulous old photographs too!

The people of Red Sucker Lake 1927

Then, I investigated further and realized that right along with my storytellers tale. There is indeed a second red sucker land for the princess to move too. Choose from Red Sucker Creek (Ontario), or Red Sucker Point (Lake Superior Ontario). 

The Red Sucker Trestle Ontario: I love trains too.

Red Sucker Creek Tunnel

Red Sucker Point: image courtesy of the McCord Museum

Based on these images: I think one day a road trip is going to be required to go and visit all the places that a red sucker princess is meant to live. I wonder how long it would take to drive?

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Hooliganting: A Mugging Gone Wrong

Hooliganting: A Mugging Gone Wrong: Sentimental? I am, on occasion, very sentimental. I appreciate all of the wonderful people in my life and the gifts that they bring to my wo...

A Mugging Gone Wrong

Sentimental? I am, on occasion, very sentimental. I appreciate all of the wonderful people in my life and the gifts that they bring to my world. It is the thought that counts. Over the years, I have had some odd experiences with the real and present gifts that are adorning my house. I have a collection of turtle objects and memorabilia all because I had a friend give me one. I have candles and photographs, artwork and books. Scrapbooks are multiplying and those unique magnets?

Yes, I am a born collector. Especially since I genuinely feel that if someone went to the trouble to gift me with something, it has shared meaning for both of us. They thought that I would appreciate it and love it, or they saw something and thought of me. Are these gifts not worth hanging on to? Are they clutter? So many people tell me I need to declutter my home, but I love my stuff because for me it has meaning. There are messages and treasured memories within all of it. To be fair, I don't like mess (ask my children) and work very hard to ensure that things have a designated home. Ikea boxes are my new best friend! But still...there are my critics.

Sometimes, my delightful friends choose to mug me. I love them for it. One of my clutterish weaknesses is mugs. Like everyone else, I have my favorites in my cupboard. There are the ones that hold the equivilant of three cups of tea or coffee. You know the kind, they are soup mugs in theory. Rather than waste my time going back and forth to the kettle, I can have a one hit wonder and continue on my merry way. There are the mugs that represent places that I have been, places I have worked or places that my friends have gone. There are the commemorative event mugs like graduation and anniversaries, including a cross stitched mug. There are those sentimental just because mugs and the humorous mugs. I love them all and don't like the thought of parting with any of them.

Having said that, there is company in the house this week. I wonder what he thinks of the almighty crash that happened as two of my mugs elected to freefall gleefully out of the cupboard to smash on the counter below. I am mourning the loss of my tall cool mug in vanilla and a Museum of the Regiments mug (one of a foursome).

Tall, cool vanilla mug forgot his parachute.

Detailed to clean up the shards and pick the debris out of plates, teas and coffees on the counter (because if I don't do it, who will?) as all muggings have to be criminally recorded, I was left to ponder the cupboard. I don't know why they chose to have a mugging tonight. They all look reasonably perched to me. I don't know who shoved whom out of the cupboard. But apparently, there isn't room enough for all of them. Boss mug has decreed that perhaps some of them need to be boxed up and put in the basement.

Who gets voted off the island? And which one is boss mug? That one has to go! Trouble maker...

Now I have the agonizing decision to decide which ones. I love them all, but I don't want any more to bust a move from the cupboard under their own steam. Realistically, I am lucky no one was brained (Can you imagine if it was my house guest - mortification...) Anyone want to volunteer to assist? No, nevermind, I would be too difficult to work with. I guess I will have to have a rotation schedule. Poor wee mugs, I don't think tonight turned out as planned.

Hooliganting: Boredom at the Airport: LMFAO.

Hooliganting: Boredom at the Airport: LMFAO.: Hawk from SYTYCD and QUEST. My favorite! Flying. Dallas and flying. For me, both of these flights have involved over night...

Boredom at the Airport: LMFAO.

Hawk from SYTYCD and QUEST. My favorite!

Flying. Dallas and flying. For me, both of these flights have involved over nights of being awake. I had the red-eye flights on the way down. I went 37 bleary eyed hours of being awake thanks to rowdy folk and morning coffee. Now on the way back, I have had to leave at a ridiculous 2:30 in the morning. This wouldn’t have been so bad, except I had to functionally navigate my way along interstates, constructions zones and toll roads. 

By the time that I got the rental car dropped off, I was ready for coffee. Coffee was not to be had anywhere so I waited for check in. Air Canada didn’t start until 4:30. However, I was the first in line. Lucky me! That meant that I was the first in the incredibly long security line. I got to shuffle in step with all sorts of people. There was the bride and her destination wedding dress. There was the business man in a hurry (but he had to wait). There was the fast line up for all the people that felt like more money meant a faster line. Bwahahaha…not so much. I already know that our flight is going to be late. 

Coffee would eventually be found at Main Street News. Thank goodness Starbucks started bottling their brand of caffiene. I don't think that I would have made it. But that was after security. We had another adventure there.

However, LMFAO decided to wake us all up with an appearance in the line. They were nabbed and scanned just like the rest of us. They went through security with me and now are being mobbed by photo opportunists. I wonder how awake I really am? Oh, and it turns out after all this, that while I decided not to do the whole fan photo thing and was going to blog about how bored I am at the airport, they have turned up at the gate. Sorry folks, the people watching is much too cool this morning!

Hooliganting: Texas: The "Open" Road

Hooliganting: Texas: The "Open" Road: While in Texas, you think that you have all the time in the world. The skies are open under brilliant sunshine. Corn fields ripple in varyin...