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    Scribbled down on August 22nd, 2006 by she
    Posted in Random Burbling

    In Alberta, it seems that everyone and their dog drives a pickup truck. With all the farming, construction, oil related work, etc. it’s not hard to understand why trucks are a favoured vehicle. Many are mud splattered, battered, and loaded down with a tonne of equipment. They’re true work trucks.

    A good chunk of those that aren’t work trucks still bear a lot of the scars trucks are meant to display. My own baby truck has a pretty substantial dent in the side and hood from misadventures and the like. If they were on a car, these dents would have me rushing to the body shop to have it fixed. On my truck, they seem like minor blemishes that tell the story of it’s adventures and seem to add to the aethetics of the vehicle rather than taking away from it.

    Every once in a while you see something strange on the roads that really just seems to defy the whole reasoning behind owning a pickup. I just don’t see the point in purchasing the Lincoln or Cadillac versions of the vehicle. No matter that these trucks just don’t look right…I just can visualize the owners of a Lincoln or Cadillac (or any other high-end car brand) truck shrugging their shoulders and saying “oh well” if there truck were to mysteriously develop a dent like Fords, Dodges, GMC’s and Chevy’s have been known to do. I certainly can’t picture them living by the philosophy that “the first dent’s mine, all others don’t matter…“. And as hard as I try, I can’t imagine one of these odd looking designer trucks being loading with wood, hay, steel piping, sod, etc.

    I just don’t see the point of paying so much money for a truck if you’re not going to use it as intended – to haul, pull, drag, throw crap in or on, etc. I’m soooo confused. Let’s not get me started on the bright pink low rider trucks that look like they were spawned from a pepto bismal bottle…

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    i’m old today

    Scribbled down on August 20th, 2006 by she
    Posted in Random Burbling

    I’d be upset, but I’m still younger than the hubby – and haven’t yet followed him to the land of salt & pepper grey hair – so life is good. My parents provided the best birthday present on the planet this year, shipping me home to Edmonton to spend the week in the mouse house with friends, family and our four footed children.


    heading home

    Scribbled down on August 17th, 2006 by she
    Posted in Cargo Hold, Where No Flan Has Gone Before

    I may be blogging a bit irregularly over the next few days as I’m travelling back to Edmonton to spend a few days with the hubby on the 17th. Can’t wait to head back to see the house, puppies and kitties. I’ve almost forgotten what the house looks like it’s been so long since I’ve been home. It’s a short visit and I’ll be heading back to NB on the 24th.

    I love to fly but it takes forever to go from one side of the country to the other.


    canada the beautiful

    Scribbled down on August 16th, 2006 by she
    Posted in Where No Flan Has Gone Before

    It’s easy to forget how amazingly beautiful each region of this country is. I grew up in the Maritimes. The sea swept rocks and fall foliage that people travel the world to see was something I grew up taking for granted. It’s not something you ever forget but nature becomes a daily part of life. As we’ve moved west, I’m awed by the rolling praries and rocky mountains.

    Driving to Moncton last night reminded me how beautiful the rolling hills in NB are. I’m looking forward to being here in fall to see the leaves change colour.

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    it was a dark and foggy day

    Scribbled down on August 16th, 2006 by she
    Posted in Where No Flan Has Gone Before

    Last night the fog lay thick upon the air. The backdrop would have been perfect for a murder scene from Masterpiece Theatre or Mystery!

    Growing up on the coast, I’ve survived my share of pea soup fog days. When you move west, you forget what it’s like to go outside and drip. When you haven’t been home in over 12 years, you forget what it’s like to peer desperately into the gloom in order to see 2 feet in front of our face. Driving is a nightmare for someone not used to the lack of visibility and waterlogged windows. I’d rather drive in Winnipeg in winter (I have lots of experience doing so) than Saint John in the fog.

    Today, I look out my window and see more fog. Apparently the sun was out for 5 minutes this morning. Obviously not enough time to make an impression.

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