Here is a fun meme. I was tagged with the letter B by Patriotic Cowgirl. I will write ten words that start with B and what they mean to me. If you would like a letter, please let me know in your comment!
Minka, the Ice Queen has done the letter Q quite nicely
Logo, Ariella’s mom has done the letter O
My pal Cowgirl did the letter M,
and Barngoddess did the letter C
The yellow flowering currant bushes in our yard are full of blossoms. The amazing thing about this hardy, indiginous bush is that its flowers have an incredible fragrance of clove and cinnamon mixed with a bit of lily. At this time of year, when you walk out of the garage into the back yard, this beautiful scent fills the air.
Another Blossom who I love dearly is Nancy’s little Papillon Blossom. She is a black and white whirling dervish, with a ton of attitude, a sweet temperment and the heart of a lion!
I’ve told you a bit about my Belgian Tervuren, Kyah. This picture is Torin. He was my first Belgian.
In Canada, all four varieties are in the Belgian Shepherd Dog ‘breed’. In the USA. the Belgian Sheepdog is actually the black variety of the breed, known as the Gronendal. There is also the Malinois, a short haired dog with the same colouring as the Tervs, and the Laeken, a rough coated variety.
I like beer, a lot. I’ve tried many, many kinds. My favorite a few years ago was from Belgium. Trappiste beer.
When I watched the hockey game last night between the Oilers and the Sharks, I thought it was big of the Canadian fans to cheer throughout the American anthem. I had been very saddened to hear the American fans booing during the Canadian anthem a couple of days previous to that. I think people need to be bigger than that. Also, if you realize how incestuous the hockey league is you’ll realize that half the players on any one team are from the other country anyway! Oh well, the whole thing gave me a big opening to talk to the kids about sportsmanship.
I like the colour blue and we have a lot of big blue sky here. For some reason I never buy blue clothes. At some time in the past someone told me people with blue eyes shouldn’t wear blue clothes. Anyway, I was completely unaware that my dear demented friend Nancy was driven insane by my tendency to always wear burgundy. She went blouse shopping wtih me and ripped all the burgundy clothes from my arms, threw them in the corner and threatened to bludgeon me to death if I didn’t buy something blue. She also threatened to sic Blossom on me. Blossom has killed a gopher. I was scared!
One day I’ll do a whole post about Barbara. I have lots and lots of material!!
We met when we were 10, in grade 5, at Cook Avenue School. Her Mom had left her Dad and moved out to BC from Saskatchewan with her three little kids. Barbara and I have been fast friends since then. Last year when we went back to the interior, she happened to be there as she was caring for her terminally ill Mom. She has since move back to Vancouver.
This photo was taken last summer as we boiled in the 40C heat. Way too hot for this little snowflake.
Sometimes on this blog you will see a little comment slipped in here and there by the shy miss Barbara.
7. Blogging, Blogs and Bloggers
Blogging is a past time I thoroughly enjoy. I love reading blogs and meeting different bloggers, in cyberspace and real life. I think blogging and related technologies are going to have a profound impact on the world.
Through Blogging I keep in touch with family and friends, old and new.
When I was a kid I loved to play ball. We had a game of scrub going in the neighborhood most evenings. Tonight I took the kids to T-ball and was happy to see them really starting to enjoy it.
I know, I know, you’re sick of this topic but I really am getting excited. Monday is installation day for our wireless broadband. Woo-Hoo!
10. Bumbalaygo (bum-ba-lay-go)
You know what? I just really like that word. Its a made up word that my now departed FIL used to use to describe the worthless, scum of the earth type people that DH’s brother kept bringing home. Since the FIL has departed the earth and taken his bile with him, we have a much nicer use for the word. We use it at our house to tease a person who appears to be lazy.
Example-Saturday morning, 6:30 AM. DH has already gone to work, kids are watching cartoons, kyahgirl is in bed, revelling in the fact that she doesn’t have to get up and may be able to read for a few minutes. DD comes in, wants to phone her Dad. I help her do that, she chats a bit to Dad, then I hear her telling him what everyone is doing. I say hello, then we all say good bye. DD leaves the room, throwing over her shoulder ‘Dad says you should get up. You are a bumbalaygo ‘
At 6:30 in the freakin’ morning on a Saturday!!
Kyahgirl goes ballistic, another good B word!