Trick or Treat

Being a red-head is fun! Don't worry...I'm not going to make that mistake again -- sadly, my $8 orange plastic wig looks leagues better than that "auburn" die job from a few years ago. Just don't look at me from behind, as the wig is kind of balding.

But I must say I am enjoying the temporary change in hair colour. Maybe it's because the fun coif is accompanied by knee-high red boots (couldn't find the pink) and a purple and green outfit. I just love hallowe'en!

(for those wondering...Daphne)

Those who can't...

So driving home, traffic is thicker than usual along 33rd. As expected, along a single lane stretch of the road there's a neat little accident, three cars sitting in the middle of the road exchanging info. Is there blood you ask? None evident. Nor emergeny crews, frantic-looking bystanders on cell phones...nay, not even any evident damage to the vehicles. What there is is plenty of parking space along the shoulder of the road where one could pull over to trade registration information while allowing rush-hour traffic to continue on it's way. And smack in the center of this trio of traffic-impeders is a driving school car! No wonder no one in this city can drive properly!!

The end of an era

Dad finally sold off the old Malibu Classic, affectionately known round these parts as "the Boat". I was sad to see it go, as I can scarcely remember a time Dad did not own that car - the thing was almost as old as me. That car is a large part of my childhood, with some of the strongest memories of my youth linked to it. Memories of trips up to the Okanogan in scorching valley heat, back windows permanently sealed, mom unwilling to open her window fully lest the wind muss her hair too much, my sister and I gasping for air through the teeny triangular windows in the back. Riding around the city with dad and mom, listening to the hockey games, the voice of Jim Robson almost as familiar to me as my own father's. Names like Krushelnisky and Brodeur are forever linked in my mind to that car and lazy Sunday afternoon drives. And all the times dad would forget to let me in the car, opening all the other doors then starting off, stopping when mom thwacked him and reminded him that I was still standing in the parking lot. When I got older, I even got to drive the boat myself. As Anna was the older sister, with dibs on mom's cuter car, I got to cruise Vancouver in style numerous times. We even drove it downtown in '94 during the Stanley Cup riots parties. Good times were certainly had in that car.

RIP, Boat.

Damn, it's hard to find knee-high pink pleather boots in this city!

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A note to Refs

If someone hits you from behind, then falls to the ground wailing, that does not mean you have committed a foul upon said person. Likewise, even if you happen to be a large, strong player, this does not mean that every time another player's aura touches your shadow that you have committed a foul.

A ref would do well to remember that.

Good Job, Girls!

Anyone who's been following the Fifa Women's World Cup will join me in congratulaing Canada on it's amazing play in the tournament. Sadly, today they just missed out on a chance at the gold when Sweden beat them 2-1 (and fair props to Sweden, they played the better game). But nonetheless, Canada has done excellent, both in play and in bringing publicity to the sport. Best of luck to them at the consolation against USA on the 11th.