FTFYNo regerts.
Well they were OBVIOUSLY not Canananadian.Ugh! Why do I do this to myself?
I had people show up last night two minutes before closing. Hubby comes in, leaves the door WIDE open (even though it was 90 degrees out) to ask what we're selling. After ascertaining that we are NOT selling detached (which is what he wants), he summons the wife from the car.
She walks in the wide open door, and opens it even wider. After politely shutting the door, I launch into my "I'm sorry, the singles are sold out/there is no second phase" song and dance and they eventually leave ... again leaving the door WIDE open.
Long story short, they let in some gross stingy bug type thing. I left, minutes after them, leaving Mr. Bug to stew overnight and contemplate his transgressions.
I came in this morning, expecting to find him dead, or majorly PO'd, waiting at the door to escape. Neither.
Now I'm paranoid, 'cause I know he's here. Somewhere. To make matters worse, I just did a Google image search to determine what I'm looking for. A hornet. Probably female. Capable of stinging multiple times if she's annoyed enough.
Hubby got stung yesterday on the golf course. That's a limelight I do not need to share!
Not even a little.Well they were OBVIOUSLY not Canananadian.
The band is the Tragically Hip.
Last night was the final concert of a hastily assembled farewell tour, put together after the lead singer Gord Downie (52) announced in late May that he had terminal brain cancer.
They're not my favourite band, but they are as Canadian as Gordon Lightfoot, Don Cherry, and Tim Horton, all rolled into one.
Cities from one end of the country to the other, erected giant screens in their town squares and hundreds of thousands, maybe millions of us, gathered in living rooms, backyards, arenas, and downtowns to watch CBC's broadcast of the concert.
It was "a moment". It's one of those rare things today that would have happened even without Twitter or Facebook.
It's also a distinctly Canadian thing that our leader can show up in jeans and a t-shirt, walk among the crowd, embrace the singer before the concert backstage, and then sit in the stands with the regular fans; like a regular fan; because he is a regular fan.
I love pasteurized processed cheese food.I got you some cheese.
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I thought you'd be busy celebrating Senior Citizens Day.I just realized today is my 4-year anniversary on WDWMagic. I also just realized I have not received any presents for any of you to celebrate this occasion.
CBC suspended their coverage of the Olympics and went commercial-free for almost three hours.That is amazing!!! I'm stunned that this went on from coast to coast--Canadians like to enjoy a good time!
That is NOT cheese!I got you some cheese.
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I'm a lively 87-year-old. I can go to many shindigs in a day. I just have to make sure I bring my favorite records.I thought you'd be busy celebrating Senior Citizens Day.
here you goI just realized today is my 4-year anniversary on WDWMagic. I also just realized I have not received any presents for any of you to celebrate this occasion.
CBC suspended their coverage of the Olympics and went commercial-free for almost three hours.
Before the band took the stage, the packed arena broke into an impromptu a cappella rendition of O Canada. This is not how we do things. And yet, apparently it is.
I know Americans think Canadians generally look the same, speak the same, dress the same, feel the same ... act the same as you, but last night was a truly Canadian moment. If you haven't lived here, I just can't make you understand what that concert meant.
I was waiting on that, and I have done my homework...That is NOT cheese!
I brought you back some wild blueberry preserves from Maine, but we needed something to put on toast this morning. Sorry.I just realized today is my 4-year anniversary on WDWMagic. I also just realized I have not received any presents for any of you to celebrate this occasion.
Velveeta makes a fine grilled cheese sandwich, in a pinch. With ketchup for dipping, of course.I was waiting on that, and I have done my homework...
American cheese was made possible by a Canananadian.
So where did this stuff come from? The first processed cheese was developed by a Swiss scientist in 1911, but things didn’t start happening stateside until a cheesemonger named James Lewis Kraft (Canadian born, ironically), tired of the perishability of the fine cheeses he was selling to Chicago grocers, purchased a copper kettle and began melting cheese. Kraft’s early experiments in trying to develop a shelf-stable cheese were disasters, resulting in batches of sticky, separated muck. But according to Kraft corporate lore, his eureka moment arrived one day in 1915, when, absentmindedly daydreaming of world dairy domination, he stirred the cheese continuously, resulting in a homogenized liquid blend that solidified when cooled in sterile containers.http://plateonline.com/essential-ingredient-unwrap-mystery-american-cheese
After the patent was issued in 1916, Velveeta wasn’t far behind, then cheese slices (developed by brother Norman Kraft), then Cheez Whiz, and eventually modern processed dairy miracles like Lunchables and the infamous blue boxes of mac and cheese.
Were you out of Cheez Whiz?I brought you back some wild blueberry preserves from Maine, but we needed something to put on toast this morning. Sorry.
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