{"id":1860,"date":"2008-01-31T23:59:34","date_gmt":"2008-02-01T04:59:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lesbecker.com\/LesBlog\/2008\/02\/01\/like-a-woman-scorned\/"},"modified":"2008-01-31T23:59:34","modified_gmt":"2008-02-01T04:59:34","slug":"like-a-woman-scorned","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesbecker.com\/wp\/blog\/2008\/01\/31\/like-a-woman-scorned\/","title":{"rendered":"…Like a Woman Scorned."},"content":{"rendered":"

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Guess Who’s Jealous, Now…?!<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was telling Ruby<\/a> tonight about posting my Dad’s harrowing experience<\/a> on the ice in 1938. I had been about<\/em> to add that I thought he was jealous of all the attention she was getting from my readers.<\/p>\n

I didn’t get the chance, because once I told her the story she jumped right in with, “That’s nothing. I know people that drove trucks<\/em> over the ice to Cockburn Island.”<\/p>\n

Umm, well, actually… so do I. My dad is one of them (no, Mushy, not the kind of “ice truck driver” you were telling me about…<\/a> just stupid Canuckians trying to save a buck). He did it when the crappy truck he had over there already finally died, and he didn’t want to pay The Bargeman a bzillion dollars to get another one over there in the summer. He tossed his snow machine in the bed of the slightly less crappy truck and away he went. Ijit. He drove the snow machine back the next day.<\/p>\n

And Ruby continued telling about when one of the Bruce Mines Robinsons (Sandtrampers, originally, they were) “drove over there with his skidoo in the bed of the truck. Smart, he was – that was how he got himself back again, wasn’t it?”<\/p>\n

I didn’t dare say another word about my Dad. I have another story from him to post, as well, but I think I’m going to post another from Ruby first. I see her more often, so I guess she should get precedence. Not to mention, she has the fan-base. And I don’t want her to raise the rent…<\/p>\n

I did<\/em> ask her if she’d ever been to Cockburn herself.<\/p>\n

“Nope,” said she.<\/p>\n

“Why not?” I asked. “Just never had the opportunity?”<\/p>\n

“Nope,” she laughed. “I just never had a boat.”<\/p>\n

* * *<\/strong><\/p>\n

So I have a favour to ask of you all…. does anybody out there (anywhere on the planet…?) have a Velvet Elvis painting they’re willing to send to Canuckia? I’ll pay for it (I’m poor, though, remember, so go easy on me…), and the shipping, too. <\/p>\n

No, my taste in art is not “off” (no offense to Velvet Elvis fans, or Elvis fans in general) – but I need it as set dressing for a soon-to-be-starting web production of “Magnificent” <\/strong><\/em>proportion. I would have thought I could find a Velvet Elvis painting at some second-hand emporium here in town, but so far, no such luck.<\/p>\n

PS – Day 12 Smoke Free!!! The “Patch” is spectacular. Last night I dreamed that Stuart Little moved in… and for some reason, so did Ky’s dad, and we got into a heated argument over whether Stuart should have his own little cup to drink from (my argument), or whether he should drink from the cats’ dish (The Dad argument), since he was eating cat food anyway. Stuart – not Ky’s Dad. Poor little mouse should have his own cup, dammit…<\/p>\n

And Craig Ferguson<\/a> is still stalking me. In my dreams, that is. Last night, he made his producers hire me for some unknown but extremely well-paid job, and had them commemorate it with a really ugly porcelain plaque that said “Welcome On Board!”<\/strong><\/em> That’s right – “ON <\/em><\/strong>Board” – not “A<\/em><\/strong>board”. I KNOW!!!! How weird is that?!<\/p>\n

Obviously, Craig Ferguson does not have a boat.<\/p>\n

Random Song for the Day: “The Middle” – Jimmy Eat World<\/a><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Guess Who’s Jealous, Now…?! I was telling Ruby tonight about posting my Dad’s harrowing experience on the ice in 1938. I had been about to add that I thought he was jealous of all the attention she was getting from my readers. I didn’t get the chance, because once I told her the story she … <\/p>\n

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