Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
SCREWED BY COMPUTER AGAIN
The story below is undoubtably published in the wrong order, it is not my fault.
THE COMPUTER MADE A MISTAKE.
THE COMPUTER MADE A MISTAKE.
computer interupts the story
Now the godamn computer is not happy. we met siblings etc for supper. Out comes the camera low batteries, pictures later camera is on strike. I said DARN or something like that and put it away. Audrey said "just like your brother".
At home I dutifully charged the batteries while mentally preparing myself ( which is correct use of the word myself) for returning the camera and the VCR to the stores from which they came. As 10a.m. approached I decided to try the camera and batteries again, the bloody thing works and has continued to work. GO FIGGER!!!!
SO we return the VCR, the nice man at the return says you have had it more than 30 days, our computer will not let me override it so you must contact the manufacturer. I said DARN, but the manager must be able to do some thing, the nice man calls the manager who says the computer can't be overidden, I said DARN.
Monday I phoned JVC and told their nice man my sad story and he said OK we will send youa new one and you send us the brokeback VCR back. BUT first you must go to your FAX machine and get it to send us a copy of the invoice. SO Mrsgryper spoke to the FAX and presumably we will get another VCR which will quite in 2 months and we will start again
At home I dutifully charged the batteries while mentally preparing myself ( which is correct use of the word myself) for returning the camera and the VCR to the stores from which they came. As 10a.m. approached I decided to try the camera and batteries again, the bloody thing works and has continued to work. GO FIGGER!!!!
SO we return the VCR, the nice man at the return says you have had it more than 30 days, our computer will not let me override it so you must contact the manufacturer. I said DARN, but the manager must be able to do some thing, the nice man calls the manager who says the computer can't be overidden, I said DARN.
Monday I phoned JVC and told their nice man my sad story and he said OK we will send youa new one and you send us the brokeback VCR back. BUT first you must go to your FAX machine and get it to send us a copy of the invoice. SO Mrsgryper spoke to the FAX and presumably we will get another VCR which will quite in 2 months and we will start again
Monday, December 18, 2006
forgot how to type
I was resently unjustly accused of forgetting how to type which is not true. First I didn't know how in the first place and second, as the name says I had run out of things to grpye about, SO to the guy who made the accusation, you did a damn lousy job when you helped put down the carpet in our bedroom because we had to take it up yesterday because it is worn out already and it appears it was causing some breathing problems for me. Another thing, It didn't sink in until you left here after the wedding, your comment about the kitchen table, NO it isn't a new one so just be careful cause you might inherit it some day.
More Grypes
This electronic operated world we now live in is enoegh to make a preacher sware. I have better similies but better not use them.
So in Sept we bought a new VCR, in Oct. we return it cause it won't work, in Dec. it won't work. Then we finally decide to get a Canon digital camera for $275.00 which turns out to be $480 with the toys you need. We already had rechargable batteries and charger so we didn't buy the charger and batteries. We went home with the $275.00 camera which cost $480.00 charged the batteries and tried to use the camera. Is the camera satisfied? NO it doesn't like the batteries we have, but it will accept the on that it was used to useing but won't last very long.
SO back to the store for a new charger and batteries, now the $275.00 camera cost $510.00 or something like that. We dutifully follow the charging instructions then try the camera. Is the camera happy? NO, you have low batteries it claims. SO we recharge the batteries not once but several times, finally the camera is happy. SO we went camera in hand to Peterborough where
More Grypes
This electronic operated world we now live in is enoegh to make a preacher sware. I have better similies but better not use them.
So in Sept we bought a new VCR, in Oct. we return it cause it won't work, in Dec. it won't work. Then we finally decide to get a Canon digital camera for $275.00 which turns out to be $480 with the toys you need. We already had rechargable batteries and charger so we didn't buy the charger and batteries. We went home with the $275.00 camera which cost $480.00 charged the batteries and tried to use the camera. Is the camera satisfied? NO it doesn't like the batteries we have, but it will accept the on that it was used to useing but won't last very long.
SO back to the store for a new charger and batteries, now the $275.00 camera cost $510.00 or something like that. We dutifully follow the charging instructions then try the camera. Is the camera happy? NO, you have low batteries it claims. SO we recharge the batteries not once but several times, finally the camera is happy. SO we went camera in hand to Peterborough where
Friday, November 10, 2006
Nick's luck and York Porks
Today I had to meet Nick, who was delivering a BMW to a house in Kingcross Estates near King City. It is a very exclusive upper class area. I was coming up from Scarborough in the Tran-sport which does not appear like a vehicle that would be in this location. The owner would not be at home but we were to leave the car in front of the garage, leave the key in the car and lock the door.
I arrived at the house ahead of Nick and drove in the driveway which is back in off the street, it is a long driveway and the house is partially visible from the neighbour. I sat in the driveway for a short time but was uncomfortable about how things looked so I moved back out onto the street to wait for Nick to arrive, a couple of cars drove past while I was waiting. About 10 or 15 minutes later Nick arrived and went up the driveway. After a minute or so I decided to drive back in to see why he was taking so long. When I got to the house, he was still trying to lock the car but those rediculous BMS's won't allow you to lock the door without the key. We tried various ways to no avail. I was now thinking that with Nick's luck and cops we might have a problem if the neighbourhood watch thing kicks in, and since Nick is a favourite target of York Pork, they would undoubtedly use their rubber hoses on Nick and on me for associating with him. After all, even reasonable people would find our story hard to believe.
We considered opening the back door then lock the front door and throw the key on the front seat then close the door. BUT what do we do if that sets the alarm off because now we can' t open the door to stop it. I said to Nick if we stay here much longer we could be in trouble.
We finally decided that we would lock the door then put the key under a pumpkin which was near the front door of the house then we would get John to call the owner and tell him where the key was hidden so we did.
Fortunately I had parked the Transport facing outward so we didn't have to waste time turning around to leave. After putting the key under the pumpkin we drove down the driveway and Nick phoned John who was not there so he told T.J. to tell John to call the owner and tell him where the key was. When we reached the end of the driveway we turned left and drove up the street the same way that we had come in and headed back home.
THE END
I arrived at the house ahead of Nick and drove in the driveway which is back in off the street, it is a long driveway and the house is partially visible from the neighbour. I sat in the driveway for a short time but was uncomfortable about how things looked so I moved back out onto the street to wait for Nick to arrive, a couple of cars drove past while I was waiting. About 10 or 15 minutes later Nick arrived and went up the driveway. After a minute or so I decided to drive back in to see why he was taking so long. When I got to the house, he was still trying to lock the car but those rediculous BMS's won't allow you to lock the door without the key. We tried various ways to no avail. I was now thinking that with Nick's luck and cops we might have a problem if the neighbourhood watch thing kicks in, and since Nick is a favourite target of York Pork, they would undoubtedly use their rubber hoses on Nick and on me for associating with him. After all, even reasonable people would find our story hard to believe.
We considered opening the back door then lock the front door and throw the key on the front seat then close the door. BUT what do we do if that sets the alarm off because now we can' t open the door to stop it. I said to Nick if we stay here much longer we could be in trouble.
We finally decided that we would lock the door then put the key under a pumpkin which was near the front door of the house then we would get John to call the owner and tell him where the key was hidden so we did.
Fortunately I had parked the Transport facing outward so we didn't have to waste time turning around to leave. After putting the key under the pumpkin we drove down the driveway and Nick phoned John who was not there so he told T.J. to tell John to call the owner and tell him where the key was. When we reached the end of the driveway we turned left and drove up the street the same way that we had come in and headed back home.
THE END
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
We are coming along quite well with Devon's apt, got all the plumbing roughed in and will soon have the wiring finished.
Devon and Scott insulated the walls this week.
This weekend we hope to get the drywall in, or must of it.
Fortunately for us Devon doesn't want a hot tub. (just kidding, Homee Dad)
Got to go and get started. ( not on the hot tub)
Devon and Scott insulated the walls this week.
This weekend we hope to get the drywall in, or must of it.
Fortunately for us Devon doesn't want a hot tub. (just kidding, Homee Dad)
Got to go and get started. ( not on the hot tub)
Monday, October 16, 2006
Is This Canadian Mentality
This weekend a group of 10 Korean tourists in a van with 7 seat belts drove in front of a
transport truck, many were injured some were killed including a small child, which is important to emphasis.
The reporters, the man on the street intreviews, the police and McGuinty's ( for cam's benefit) highway minister weren't too concerned about the fact that the driver of the van drove into the path of the transport and caused the collision but were concerned that there were more people in the van than seat belts, and all thought that the law must be changed, presumably so that only 7 people would be involved in the collision, Then things would be OK.
McGuinty is on record as saying regarding using a well phone while driving shouldn't have to be stopped, people should use good judgement. I guess that good judgement doesn't apply in the above.
This weekend a group of 10 Korean tourists in a van with 7 seat belts drove in front of a
transport truck, many were injured some were killed including a small child, which is important to emphasis.
The reporters, the man on the street intreviews, the police and McGuinty's ( for cam's benefit) highway minister weren't too concerned about the fact that the driver of the van drove into the path of the transport and caused the collision but were concerned that there were more people in the van than seat belts, and all thought that the law must be changed, presumably so that only 7 people would be involved in the collision, Then things would be OK.
McGuinty is on record as saying regarding using a well phone while driving shouldn't have to be stopped, people should use good judgement. I guess that good judgement doesn't apply in the above.
Today I received a message from Homee Dad, in it he claimed that I, of all people, admitted that Nick had outsmarted me. I appogize if I created that impression. I was mearly trying to point out that Nick couldn't follow instructions, no matter how specific they are. Based on some minor technicalities he jumped to the conclusion that I had faked a letter. He apparently, having had so much involvement with police now thinks like them. I hope that clears up the matter and clears my good name so that I can sleep tonight.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Curses foiled again by Nick.
Nick received a confidential letter some time in the week of Oct. 2-6, it had very clear instructions from Staff Sgt. Genevieve Gauthier, a recruiting officer Canada National Defence (Me) to call a specific secure phone number in the AM of Oct10/06 regarding his sexual preferrences. The letter was quite clear on the subject.
On Oct. 10/06, Staff Sgt. Genevieve Gauthier (me) waited forhis call, taking time out of a busy schedule. At aproximately 11:40am the postman arrived with a letter at Mrgryper's house. Mrgryper being a very wise man looked at the front of the envelope and immediately knew that Nick had no intention of calling the phone number given to him. I looked at the letter and he accused me of having written a fake letter. He based his thoughts on some flimsey logic.
I was of course quite offended by his accusations and immediately phoned him telling him that I had no idea what his letter was about. Following is his explaination of why he suspected me.
1. He didn't live at this address when he applied to join the army.
2. The government doesn't use white envelopes.
3. It is illegal to ask about sexual preferrences.
All very weak reasons to base his accusations on. The fact is the envelope and the letter head were right out the National Defence web site and I personally witnessed it being down loaded
Naturally I was disturbed by his insinuation that I would stoop to such trickery and I told him so. It was bad enough that he made such wild accusations, but Staff Sgt Genevieve Gauthier (me) sat in all morning with Mrsgryper's cell phone waiting for his call, a call that never came and finding out by mail was just too much to bear.
woe is me.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Last week, while Nick and I were delivering a car for John, my cellphone makes a peculiar sound, when I looked at it I saw that I had a message. I retreived the message which said that I had not paid the phone bill and that I should call immediately. Because of the fact that I had never used text messaging before, I didn't know how to contact them nor whom I should contact.
Nick arrived with the car we were to deliver and as we were driving up 404 I started raving about the message which Nick thought was funny and asked why didn't I pay the bill so I told him that Grandma always pays the bills.
When I got home, I phoned Rogers and asked about it, they checked and found no problem with our account and said to ignore the text message. Half hour later a new threatening message which upon checking closer I found out that there was a number to call which turned out to be Nick's phone number, the messages were from Nick.
After some insane raving from me, I started to laugh about it, then I was taken back aprox. 53 years to a time when I did the same to a guy that I worked with. The message was related to Bell Telephone Company and similar in results.
Mel never sucessfully retaliated, BUT.
Nick arrived with the car we were to deliver and as we were driving up 404 I started raving about the message which Nick thought was funny and asked why didn't I pay the bill so I told him that Grandma always pays the bills.
When I got home, I phoned Rogers and asked about it, they checked and found no problem with our account and said to ignore the text message. Half hour later a new threatening message which upon checking closer I found out that there was a number to call which turned out to be Nick's phone number, the messages were from Nick.
After some insane raving from me, I started to laugh about it, then I was taken back aprox. 53 years to a time when I did the same to a guy that I worked with. The message was related to Bell Telephone Company and similar in results.
Mel never sucessfully retaliated, BUT.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
So myself reread myself's last blog and realized that myself had misspelled the word "loogie" , everybody knows that it is "loogie and not loogis" myself appologizes for that but the keyboard designer put the E and S too close together.
Now on to "myself". Myself finds it irritating that " I , me , mine " have become obsolete in present day speech but myself, wanting to get with the program have decided that myself must conform, and use myself incorrectly like everybody else. Myself must admit that it will be difficult to get used to it.
Instead of saying " my friend and I went to this place" myself will say " myself's friend and myself went to this place". Myself finds that difficult but myself will continue to work at it. Oh by the way, myself's friend and myself didn't actually go to this place, that was just an example that myself wanted to use.
The irritating part of this new conformation to myself is that it appears to myself that the old way seems easier to say and it uses fewer letters to say the same thing. Myself now think that with a little effort myself willl get the hang of it, then myself will be like others and myself probably won't notice that myself's friends, myself's relatives and myself's aquantanses, (myself am so confused now that myself can't spell it) are saying myself in place of I, ME, MINE.
To hell with it myself, excuse myself, I think that I will revert to using the old fashion words, I feel more comfortable with them.
Now on to "myself". Myself finds it irritating that " I , me , mine " have become obsolete in present day speech but myself, wanting to get with the program have decided that myself must conform, and use myself incorrectly like everybody else. Myself must admit that it will be difficult to get used to it.
Instead of saying " my friend and I went to this place" myself will say " myself's friend and myself went to this place". Myself finds that difficult but myself will continue to work at it. Oh by the way, myself's friend and myself didn't actually go to this place, that was just an example that myself wanted to use.
The irritating part of this new conformation to myself is that it appears to myself that the old way seems easier to say and it uses fewer letters to say the same thing. Myself now think that with a little effort myself willl get the hang of it, then myself will be like others and myself probably won't notice that myself's friends, myself's relatives and myself's aquantanses, (myself am so confused now that myself can't spell it) are saying myself in place of I, ME, MINE.
To hell with it myself, excuse myself, I think that I will revert to using the old fashion words, I feel more comfortable with them.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
As you know, Joan & Herrick were in Canada for 2 weeks, the first with Joan's sister & the 2nd was at our house and at Widget's . They had a great time the 2nd week. We were wondering at first what it was going to be like because they alway seemed quiet and reserved in England. Their exposures to Evenden Canada was extremely different. We took them to see the marine railway on the way to Haliburton which they were facinated with, the sights of the wolves, sailing, canoeing etc. then to the Kirkfield locks. They enjoyed all the touristy stuff very much BUT they had never been to a corn roast and C & J were having one.
Being the nice guy that I am I gave J & H a preparitory description of Nicky G. so they would be ready. By the time I had filled them in, they were excited about the meeting. We arrived at C & J and there was no Nick but they still had a wonderful time. Herrick managed to spill a drink then sit in it. They adapted to eating corn off the cob and weiners over the fire and the rain that joined in.
Cheryl tought Joan a whole new vocabulary of Canadianisms ala Cheryl. Believe it or not Joan had never heard of "hork a loogis" which Joan thought was hillarious.
Everybody had a great time in the rain and later in the house and Herrick was disappointed in not meeting Nick.
When we took them to the airport they both said what a wonderful party it was. Herrick said to thank C & J for a good time BUT he would have liked to meet Nick.
Being the nice guy that I am I gave J & H a preparitory description of Nicky G. so they would be ready. By the time I had filled them in, they were excited about the meeting. We arrived at C & J and there was no Nick but they still had a wonderful time. Herrick managed to spill a drink then sit in it. They adapted to eating corn off the cob and weiners over the fire and the rain that joined in.
Cheryl tought Joan a whole new vocabulary of Canadianisms ala Cheryl. Believe it or not Joan had never heard of "hork a loogis" which Joan thought was hillarious.
Everybody had a great time in the rain and later in the house and Herrick was disappointed in not meeting Nick.
When we took them to the airport they both said what a wonderful party it was. Herrick said to thank C & J for a good time BUT he would have liked to meet Nick.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
After the wedding I had the great experience of playing euchre and cribbage with Tom, Ant Hill and Meg. It was like a war zone, probably the noisiest card games I have ever played. I had no idea that card games were contact sports. I must admit that I enjoyed playing with non-professionals like myself though. After careful guidance by me, both Hill & Meg. did very well, Tom, on the other hand, as my partner left something to be desired, and since I didn't want to be accused of "TABLE TALK" I couldn't offer him the good advise and great knowledge I am capeable of freely giving, the end results were that we didn't win all games which I am acustomed to doing.
I forgot to mention that I had to protect Stephanie's "support our troupes" from being stolen by Homee Dad, who had his eye on it, but I couragously protected it.
Cam and I have spent many enjoyable hours working on his dryer we only had it apart aprox. 200 times before we got it to do what is supposed to do, I think. Next challenge is the washer.
The final thing is to report that popeye is coming along very well she will soon be back driving, I think.
Now I have got to start preparing myself mentally for the washer.
I forgot to mention that I had to protect Stephanie's "support our troupes" from being stolen by Homee Dad, who had his eye on it, but I couragously protected it.
Cam and I have spent many enjoyable hours working on his dryer we only had it apart aprox. 200 times before we got it to do what is supposed to do, I think. Next challenge is the washer.
The final thing is to report that popeye is coming along very well she will soon be back driving, I think.
Now I have got to start preparing myself mentally for the washer.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Well Mrsgryper still isn't gryping too much. Her eye is doing well but sleep deprivation is her constant companion. If you would like to experience it, try keeping your face down 24 hrs a day.
Your back aches and you keep waking up through the night.
She is doing very well though and at the 10000 mile inspection the Dr, was happy with how things are going. He reduced the number of different eye drops from 3 to 1 bottle. So we have 2 bottles of eye drops for sale at a good price if anybody is interested
On the more serious side, when the person known as Widget pressed me into becoming a "Blogger", got me started I was assured that this was the thing to do. I resisted at first but like all addicts I got sucked in. I watched various bloggers stories then finally got interested in following them. Most of the ones I have on that memory thing on the right side of my screen have something to say BUT one guy named Homee Dad has apparently fallen of the end of his dock. I told him long ago that when he is near water, he should wear a PFC but no he wouldn't listen.
Well that's the best I can do to retain my title. ---goodbye.
Your back aches and you keep waking up through the night.
She is doing very well though and at the 10000 mile inspection the Dr, was happy with how things are going. He reduced the number of different eye drops from 3 to 1 bottle. So we have 2 bottles of eye drops for sale at a good price if anybody is interested
On the more serious side, when the person known as Widget pressed me into becoming a "Blogger", got me started I was assured that this was the thing to do. I resisted at first but like all addicts I got sucked in. I watched various bloggers stories then finally got interested in following them. Most of the ones I have on that memory thing on the right side of my screen have something to say BUT one guy named Homee Dad has apparently fallen of the end of his dock. I told him long ago that when he is near water, he should wear a PFC but no he wouldn't listen.
Well that's the best I can do to retain my title. ---goodbye.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Well as most of you know Mrs. Gryper, who does not grype, had her eye operation on Wed. we were expecting all kinds of pain and suffering to go along with it. To our surprise she had none, all the gloom sayers will probably be somewhat disapointed to hear that.
On Thur. she went for her 1000 mile inspection and the Dr. was very pleased with the results, not sure if he was happy with how great he is or just how well her eye was.
The biggest problem is not the eye but the agony she has to go through in keeping her face horizontal facing down. I decided to try to match her by doing the same, I can tell you it hurts like hell. I cheated though because I slept laying on my back. The Dr. has said that she has to do it for 10 days the independent experts have read up on it and say 2 or 3 weeks, just to make her feel better I suppose.
I admire her stamina and fortitude in keeping well with-in the limits, which are 22 hrs of 24hrs. she has only lifted her head for probably a total of 2hrs since the operation. We rented a special chair to help out and I made a head craddle which she can lay face down on the bed and wstch T.V. which is on the floor.
This coming Wed. she goes for her 10000 mile inspection, hopefully the Dr. will give her time off for good behaviour.
On Thur. she went for her 1000 mile inspection and the Dr. was very pleased with the results, not sure if he was happy with how great he is or just how well her eye was.
The biggest problem is not the eye but the agony she has to go through in keeping her face horizontal facing down. I decided to try to match her by doing the same, I can tell you it hurts like hell. I cheated though because I slept laying on my back. The Dr. has said that she has to do it for 10 days the independent experts have read up on it and say 2 or 3 weeks, just to make her feel better I suppose.
I admire her stamina and fortitude in keeping well with-in the limits, which are 22 hrs of 24hrs. she has only lifted her head for probably a total of 2hrs since the operation. We rented a special chair to help out and I made a head craddle which she can lay face down on the bed and wstch T.V. which is on the floor.
This coming Wed. she goes for her 10000 mile inspection, hopefully the Dr. will give her time off for good behaviour.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Yesterday was family reunion day. I knew of population explosion but had never actually viewed it before. I was late arriving but as we drove into the site of a personal example of it I was stunned at the sight of this mass of humanity which I was partially guilty of creating.
It wasn't all my fault though because I had the help of my siblings, therefore it is my Dad's fault,
This hoard of bodies was only part of his explosion because many were not in attendence for various and suspicious reasons. He created the problem, OR was it my grandad, after all there were other branches missing from the tree. OR was it-- oh forget it.
After viewing this writhing mob for a minute or so, I got out of the truck and headed up to join in. I took my video camera and scanned the group as I approached thinking this must be all recorded. After about 2 quick conversatoins I put the camera down for a minute then in the confusion I forgot to pick it up again SO no video recording took place.
It was great fun seeing the intermingling of everybody even though nobody knew everybody they were all related and making new friends. As a sidebar, Nick later complained that he wasn,t INTRODUCED to everybody, like he needs an intro to get started, Anyway he did fine on his own. The whole day was a great event enjoyed by all.
The only problem I had was that I couldn't find something to grype about. Woe is me.
It wasn't all my fault though because I had the help of my siblings, therefore it is my Dad's fault,
This hoard of bodies was only part of his explosion because many were not in attendence for various and suspicious reasons. He created the problem, OR was it my grandad, after all there were other branches missing from the tree. OR was it-- oh forget it.
After viewing this writhing mob for a minute or so, I got out of the truck and headed up to join in. I took my video camera and scanned the group as I approached thinking this must be all recorded. After about 2 quick conversatoins I put the camera down for a minute then in the confusion I forgot to pick it up again SO no video recording took place.
It was great fun seeing the intermingling of everybody even though nobody knew everybody they were all related and making new friends. As a sidebar, Nick later complained that he wasn,t INTRODUCED to everybody, like he needs an intro to get started, Anyway he did fine on his own. The whole day was a great event enjoyed by all.
The only problem I had was that I couldn't find something to grype about. Woe is me.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
So we went to Newfoundland with K&W had a great time inspite of Halifax airport. We drove to the airport from home, K&W flew there. We scouted the place to see where to pick them up but couldn't see a passenger pick up SO when they arrived and phoned we said at the park & fly post. As we approached the post, a commissionare stops all the traffic to allow people to go to the parking lot we were about 6 cars back and right near the post. As K&W approaach the truck the truck a 2nd commossionare rushes over and says "no loading here" we ask "where do we pickup" he replies "no loading here" we say "where can we load" he replies " no loading here" then on his shoulder mike he calls in my license number. I figure that we have been found guilty so I say "get in" which they did . we then sat & waited for another minute before the first guy lets traffic go. I now was expecting that we would get a ticket when we got home. We didn't hold up traffic, they apparently don't have a designated pickup area but have some illiterate knuckle dragger who's vocabulary is limited to "no loading here" as the only source of information.
I was pissed about it for the next 2 weeks, we didn't get a ticket when we got home and the illiterate knuckle dragger won.
We went up & down the west coast seeing great sights, meeting great people, some of whom T&T had met before. Had some rain & fog, and just had fun. Along the the way K got to drive tent pegs into rocky ground many times, which was fun to witness but the language was shocking. We ate lots of fresh cod ( pronounced Cad ) andfresh scall0ps .
We drove east toward St John's and up to Twillingate then to Herring Neck where we knew that a couple from N.Y. we had met while waiting to board the ferry, were going to stay. They had a sailboat and told us they were going to sail it there even though they had never sailed before.
we found the sailboat sitting on its trailer on a hill. End of story. We speculate that he talked her into believng that was the intention BUT he drowned her, sold the boat, collected the insurance and is living under an assumed name in Mexico.
While in the area we went to mortens harbour and to the ferry dock to Fogo.
SO Fogo, Twillingate, Mortens Harbour all around the circle.
After our detective work at Herring Neck, we continued on to St John's and toured there then took K&W to the uneventful St John's airport.
We then visited friends that we met on our previous trip to N.L. and back home.
At home we found no bill from Halifax airport SO no point in writing to N.S. tourism and the illiterate knuckle dragger wins.
john's
I was pissed about it for the next 2 weeks, we didn't get a ticket when we got home and the illiterate knuckle dragger won.
We went up & down the west coast seeing great sights, meeting great people, some of whom T&T had met before. Had some rain & fog, and just had fun. Along the the way K got to drive tent pegs into rocky ground many times, which was fun to witness but the language was shocking. We ate lots of fresh cod ( pronounced Cad ) andfresh scall0ps .
We drove east toward St John's and up to Twillingate then to Herring Neck where we knew that a couple from N.Y. we had met while waiting to board the ferry, were going to stay. They had a sailboat and told us they were going to sail it there even though they had never sailed before.
we found the sailboat sitting on its trailer on a hill. End of story. We speculate that he talked her into believng that was the intention BUT he drowned her, sold the boat, collected the insurance and is living under an assumed name in Mexico.
While in the area we went to mortens harbour and to the ferry dock to Fogo.
SO Fogo, Twillingate, Mortens Harbour all around the circle.
After our detective work at Herring Neck, we continued on to St John's and toured there then took K&W to the uneventful St John's airport.
We then visited friends that we met on our previous trip to N.L. and back home.
At home we found no bill from Halifax airport SO no point in writing to N.S. tourism and the illiterate knuckle dragger wins.
john's
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Well yesterday while driving for John, I had something happen which most people would think of it as a good reason to gryp and complain about, but not mrgryper.
While driving the pontiac transport,( which is a real fun car to drive if you are masocistic) in Toronto, a brake line or somthing broke and I had no brakes. I have lost brakes in the past but on standard transmission and in less populated locations. Anyway, I thought it would be no fun to stop ( if I could) where I was and wait for a tow truck And there were not too many vehicles on that particular road and I really wasn't that far from my destination with the transmission I was delivering anyway and I have driven without brakes before plus if I pressed gently and not very often they sort of worked SO what the hell, I might as well keep going.
The next 3 or 4 miles I geared down as I approached traffic lights and was able to time all but one so I didn't have to stop and at that one I geared down then neutral and gently touched the brakes. All the while some idiot behind me kept following me instead of passing.
I finally reached my destination but had to turn left with traffic coming so I sat in neutral till it cleared and pulled up to their door where I took the tranny in then said to the owner "I have a problem, I have no brakes, can I park the car the car out back for a while" which I did and then called John who sent Nick to bring me back to TDS .
All in all it was a lot of fun but I suggest that you "don't try this at home"
While driving the pontiac transport,( which is a real fun car to drive if you are masocistic) in Toronto, a brake line or somthing broke and I had no brakes. I have lost brakes in the past but on standard transmission and in less populated locations. Anyway, I thought it would be no fun to stop ( if I could) where I was and wait for a tow truck And there were not too many vehicles on that particular road and I really wasn't that far from my destination with the transmission I was delivering anyway and I have driven without brakes before plus if I pressed gently and not very often they sort of worked SO what the hell, I might as well keep going.
The next 3 or 4 miles I geared down as I approached traffic lights and was able to time all but one so I didn't have to stop and at that one I geared down then neutral and gently touched the brakes. All the while some idiot behind me kept following me instead of passing.
I finally reached my destination but had to turn left with traffic coming so I sat in neutral till it cleared and pulled up to their door where I took the tranny in then said to the owner "I have a problem, I have no brakes, can I park the car the car out back for a while" which I did and then called John who sent Nick to bring me back to TDS .
All in all it was a lot of fun but I suggest that you "don't try this at home"
Saturday, June 10, 2006
The latest in my long series of things to complain about:
I am in the process of writing to Daimler Chrysler to give them my opinion about their U joints.
In this rotten society we live in with terrorists, mad bombers, sex pervert,bank robbers,murderers, cell phones, lawyers, bloggs and you, you may think that U joints are not importent BUT wait till you encounter them, then you will understand.
While my hearing aids,( which is another story about my enemies attacking me and which I don't have time to waste dealing with now ), were in being fixed again, I noticed a slight clicking sound coming from the left front wheel, being the wise person I am, I figured it was the brake warning devices because I had procrastinated in replacing the pads. ( not maxi or light day) Immediately after installing my newly repaired hearing aids the noise increased the noise became much louder. I made comment to Thelma, my big old wife, about how much louder the noise had suddenly got, to which she replied " it isn't louder, it's the same as last week" which I found hard to believe. Anyway armed with new found wisdom, I went to John and said " will you take my truck for a drive and see what the noise is?" John said "yes" and he did. Guess what!! you got it, he found it to be me U joint was rusted out.
The next thing you know, John and Tom (no, not me, another Tom which most of you don't know) are beating the rotor and wheel bearing housing with sledge hammers and torches to try to get them apart ( it turns out that this is the normal way of dismantling a Dodge) meanwhile, I am in the corner throwing up, crying and feeling guilty for putting these guys through this hammer hell.
They did a marvelous job and my truck and I are happy with them but still pissed at Daimler Chrysler SO am preparing a letter to them. I should point out that neither Walter P Chrysler nor the Dodger brothers would never have allowed this problem in the first place. They should all be exumed and correct the situation with grease fittings.
I am in the process of writing to Daimler Chrysler to give them my opinion about their U joints.
In this rotten society we live in with terrorists, mad bombers, sex pervert,bank robbers,murderers, cell phones, lawyers, bloggs and you, you may think that U joints are not importent BUT wait till you encounter them, then you will understand.
While my hearing aids,( which is another story about my enemies attacking me and which I don't have time to waste dealing with now ), were in being fixed again, I noticed a slight clicking sound coming from the left front wheel, being the wise person I am, I figured it was the brake warning devices because I had procrastinated in replacing the pads. ( not maxi or light day) Immediately after installing my newly repaired hearing aids the noise increased the noise became much louder. I made comment to Thelma, my big old wife, about how much louder the noise had suddenly got, to which she replied " it isn't louder, it's the same as last week" which I found hard to believe. Anyway armed with new found wisdom, I went to John and said " will you take my truck for a drive and see what the noise is?" John said "yes" and he did. Guess what!! you got it, he found it to be me U joint was rusted out.
The next thing you know, John and Tom (no, not me, another Tom which most of you don't know) are beating the rotor and wheel bearing housing with sledge hammers and torches to try to get them apart ( it turns out that this is the normal way of dismantling a Dodge) meanwhile, I am in the corner throwing up, crying and feeling guilty for putting these guys through this hammer hell.
They did a marvelous job and my truck and I are happy with them but still pissed at Daimler Chrysler SO am preparing a letter to them. I should point out that neither Walter P Chrysler nor the Dodger brothers would never have allowed this problem in the first place. They should all be exumed and correct the situation with grease fittings.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Yesterday I decided to hang our travel dish on the wall outside to give it some exercise because it just lays around in the basement doing nothing. It was not very happy at having to do something and proceeded to give me all kinds of grief. When preparing for the hanging it started to protest, I think it wanted a lawyer or something. We had a trial at which it claimed I was not giving it good direction so I took some of it's brains back into the house and reconnected them to the other dish and they worked just fine. So I went back outside and we started again things went form bad to worst SO, I took it's brains back it to the house and reconnected them again to the other dish, now they started to protest and would not work just muttered something about 666 whatever that meant. Not being one to admit that I couldn't make it do as it was told, we fought for quite some time. Finally I called Starchoice to asked for help, and unlike Expressvue, they were cooperative, pleasant, helpful and never once said wait a SEC. which in Bell terms is aprox. 20 - 30 minutes. Anyway Aaron, the genius he is, said push this button and that and that button 2 of which were 6 and things with the brain was back to normal and Aaron, the genius he is, said Go forth and reconnect all is well. I did, and it is . Now that lazy dish is doing what it is supposed to do. Therefore, 666 is a myth.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
I decided to waste some time in the bloggery checking for signs of life. t appears that my message got through because you can't get there from here. The only one left standing is Thomas and he sounds like he will soon be going over the balcony presumably wearing new running shoes on the way down.
Once upon a time I heard that if you go into a large office building in Toronto and keep visiting offices and asking for a job, it is not possible to leave the building without a job.
It might be worth a try. Well I'm out of ideas.
Once upon a time I heard that if you go into a large office building in Toronto and keep visiting offices and asking for a job, it is not possible to leave the building without a job.
It might be worth a try. Well I'm out of ideas.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
As usual trying to create this required 4 trys just to get to this point. Computers eh !! go figure.
As you all know I was at a wedding and had a great time, This is history to most of you but to me doing this take time and just finding time to waste is my problem. It's easy for the rest of you.
The best part of the wedding of course was the M.C. or should that be mc, I don't know. M.C. sounds kind of importent, mc sounds like a small Irishman, or, should that be Scotsman. I don,t know. BUT on the other hand, I didn't say Scotchman. Anyway, back to the M.C. , he was great, I was particularly impressed with the way he over came sudden unexpected changes to the planned events, he did it so well that none of the lesser people even noticed.
The bestman did a good job with his speech and toast especially considering the fact that he had never even been to a wedding before.
Nick the usher was good with his inpromtue toast to the bridesmaids. He then read a poem which he had resently wrote for the occasion, ( boy the speling& grammer really sucks in this) it was good but, considering the fact that he had a mic in front of him, he actually whispered the poem.
Did I mention how great the M.C. was?
Oh, by the way the groom looked good PLUS he actually spoke.
The bride was beautiful.
As you know, all this flowery stuff is NOT in keeping with mrgryper's roll.
Finally I must say how impressed I was with the M.C.
As you all know I was at a wedding and had a great time, This is history to most of you but to me doing this take time and just finding time to waste is my problem. It's easy for the rest of you.
The best part of the wedding of course was the M.C. or should that be mc, I don't know. M.C. sounds kind of importent, mc sounds like a small Irishman, or, should that be Scotsman. I don,t know. BUT on the other hand, I didn't say Scotchman. Anyway, back to the M.C. , he was great, I was particularly impressed with the way he over came sudden unexpected changes to the planned events, he did it so well that none of the lesser people even noticed.
The bestman did a good job with his speech and toast especially considering the fact that he had never even been to a wedding before.
Nick the usher was good with his inpromtue toast to the bridesmaids. He then read a poem which he had resently wrote for the occasion, ( boy the speling& grammer really sucks in this) it was good but, considering the fact that he had a mic in front of him, he actually whispered the poem.
Did I mention how great the M.C. was?
Oh, by the way the groom looked good PLUS he actually spoke.
The bride was beautiful.
As you know, all this flowery stuff is NOT in keeping with mrgryper's roll.
Finally I must say how impressed I was with the M.C.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Monday, April 10, 2006 http://tcain.blogspot.com/
"Hopefully things will fall into pieces nicely, but its nice to know that I know have a degree and can start a career in the field that I want. Well I just have to get hired that is."
Because of Thomas' snide remarks re: broke back etc, I decided to look at what the educated have hidden in their closets.
things fall into "PLACE" is good....... things fall to "PIECES" is bad.
Somuch for high price education!!!!!
"Hopefully things will fall into pieces nicely, but its nice to know that I know have a degree and can start a career in the field that I want. Well I just have to get hired that is."
Because of Thomas' snide remarks re: broke back etc, I decided to look at what the educated have hidden in their closets.
things fall into "PLACE" is good....... things fall to "PIECES" is bad.
Somuch for high price education!!!!!
Sunday, April 30, 2006
yesterday I went down on the doc. as one might say. It was a grand experience.
while attempting get results, I stood on the doc. and started to push the thing, but a piece of wood was in the way and it wouldn't cooperate. Finally I grabbed a paddle and tried to push the damn thing out in doing that I put a lot of weight on it and lost my balance and fell right in. It was surprisingly cold. I managed to rapidly get back out with only getting wet and somewhat embarassed. Those who were helping me with it, stood around laughing hysterically. Being as courageous as I am, I took my clothes off and tried again but almost fell in again. Ken was trying to warn me but I didn't realise what he was saying at the time.
while attempting get results, I stood on the doc. and started to push the thing, but a piece of wood was in the way and it wouldn't cooperate. Finally I grabbed a paddle and tried to push the damn thing out in doing that I put a lot of weight on it and lost my balance and fell right in. It was surprisingly cold. I managed to rapidly get back out with only getting wet and somewhat embarassed. Those who were helping me with it, stood around laughing hysterically. Being as courageous as I am, I took my clothes off and tried again but almost fell in again. Ken was trying to warn me but I didn't realise what he was saying at the time.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
at 10.25 I sent a message to all you critics who have been sitting at your machines waiting with baited breath to hear from me. It is now 11.24 and nobody has taken the trouble to reply.
Well this is me out of here. I knew this would happen, I waste my valuable time for nought.
To add insult to injury, even the clock in the computor is arguing with me.
Well this is me out of here. I knew this would happen, I waste my valuable time for nought.
To add insult to injury, even the clock in the computor is arguing with me.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
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