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Dyingitis – If I don’t make it, tell my family and friends I love em’

Dyingitis – If I don’t make it, tell my family and friends I love em’

What is Dyingitis?

Women often refer to it, and down play my recent horrendous affliction as the “man cold”… but here’s the thing… in a scientific study that took 40 plus years of extensive research by the Ambrose Institute, its true nature is to try and turn your masculinity into the  “Whiny Baby Syndrome” (in some cases its works, but we haven’t seen that happen to Jayson, ever). 

I’m pretty sure I have Dyingitis – my nose is stuffed up, head hurts, coughing and throat is sore…Welcome to Winnipeg…If I don’t make it, tell all my family and friends I love them…..

The first symptom always starts off with,
“I thinking I’m dying”,
then, “I’m pretty sure I’m dying,”,
followed up with the hard cold facts,
“Yup, I’m definitely dying.” 

As I lay there on my death bed, some female friends offer words of encouragement, “Suck it up buttercup, you’re not dying, its just a man cold, ugh”..…You ever notice that they always end it with “ugh”, it’s like their’s no compassion or sympathy in their tone.

What does it feel like to have Dyingitis?  In layman terms, Dyingtis takes a full sized beefy masculine manly man (case study – Jayson Ambrose)… pushes you to the brink of death and just before you cross over, it reaches in, grabs you by the throat and pulls you back, so it can do it to you again in the future…… Whaaaat? Can’t argue with facts.

A friend sent me these hard cold scientific facts …. 

Case in point, obviously the picture dictates that the man’s cold is worse …look at him suffering, can’t even get out of bed….. poor guy

 

How to ruin Valentine’s Day for your daughters

How to ruin Valentine’s Day for your daughters

Over 160 Species of Roses – Located in Deroche BC, The Fraser Valley Rose Farm is a family run hobby farm that primarily focus’ roses. Jason, Lisa and their 2 daughters have been developing their rose farm for approximately 6 years, which also includes a few pet ducks and rabbits.

With a grand tour, Jason and I ventured off into the gardens where the amazing powerful and delicate colours come to life. Oh, and the abundance of natural rose fragrance was stunning.

There were over 160 different types of roses from all over the world, so I had to ask “Which of the roses was indigenous to Canada?”. Well this was cool, he pointed out …. 

… the “Winnipeg Parks Shrub”, a rose named after my hometown. He went onto mention that this particular rose was actually from the area of Morden MB.

There was one rose, when still in its bud form, had a moss texture to it. After you rub it and smell your fingers, it has a strong pine scent. Because of its unusualness for the pine scent, it was well sot after rose.

Now that I had the tour, it had me thinking. Here’s a guy with 3 women in the house who basically gave them a their very own Rose Garden that women dream about.

So I poised the question and statement, “What the heck were you thinking!?”

I guess you kinda ruined it for yourself, because seriously, how do you top this when it comes to special occasions? Its not as if you can wake up on Valentines days, turn to Lisa and point to the garden, and say, “160 different types… there you go, knock yourself out.”. Jason laughed and agreed that he kinda set the bar a little too high for himself.

Let’s face it, there are going to be future son-in-laws that are going to be a little pissed at you. They’ll show up at the door with what they think is the most impressive, and awesomest bouquet of roses your daughters have ever seen…. only to be devastated when they look over your daughter’s shoulders and see this acreage. You could write a book, How to ruin Valentine’s Day for your daughters.

Now that I think of it, there’s going to be a lot of guys who are going to be a little upset at you once their wives read this story. “Lisa’s husband got her a few acres of roses, all I got was a valentines’s coffee mug with a couple lousy chocolate roses at the end of stick. ”.

In all seriousness, from the edible plant section to the major beds of roses, the family has done an amazing job! They are a super friendly family that encourages you to come out and have look at their Fraser Valley Rose Farm in Deroche BC.

More photos of their Rose Garden – A Visual Experience

Dealing with a scare – my eyes

Dealing with a scare – my eyes

This post is not about the details of my eyes, but how I dealt it…

Several months ago, I had to have my eyes checked, particularly one of my eyes that was causing me problems. There was a little concern and I had to keep it monitored.

A month ago, that one particular eye all of a sudden became an issue, I was having a difficult time seeing (blur!) and it scared the heck out of me because it was almost instantaneous.

So when it came to my photography, I had to adjust for the blurriness, including the stain on the other eye.  See (no pun intended), when taking pictures, it was completely blurring for me.  I couldn’t see the focused image in the view finder, it was very frustrating to say the least.

So I’d look for shapes, composition, lighting….and hope the camera’s autofocus would do its job for me.  

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not blind, I can see, I just had to work around the blurriness of it.   Heck, I know what a stop sign looks like, and I know what a kid looks like as he runs across the street….well, I’m guessing he looks scared, but why focus on the negatives, 😉   


ps. It’s all good,  eye was checked…just became weaker and will be monitored. 🙂  


 

Telltale Signs Sasquatch is in the Area

Telltale Signs Sasquatch is in the Area

Traveling up to Cape Scott Provincial Park, the most northern tip of Vancouver Island, along the logging roads, you come across a few warning signs that Sasquatch is in the area.

First there was the Shoe Tree near Holberg.  Its been collecting shoes for a few decades. When I was told, “Its” been collecting shoes, well, there’s no way my over active imagination was about to kick in. I had it completely under control with visions of “it” being sasquatch and the shoe tree could only mean one thing! He was stealing hiker’s shoe while they slept.  Whew! I was wearing sandals. Obviously, this was his trophy tree. Cool!


The next telltale sign sasquatch was in the area…

 It appears that someone had parked in Sasquatch’s favourite parking spot.  The driver of this vehicle won’t be doing that again.  Gotta love the subtle hints not to do it again.


Unfortunately the next photo doesn’t give you a true perspective of how big this tree trunk with a cutout stair case really is. It’s at least 15 feet high. You can can’t tell me that some logger was having fun during their coffee break and made these cuts. I’m going with the old sasquatch tree house theory.

3rd photo … look at the very bottom… ya, that’s me! That’s how big these trees are in this area.


The Holberg logging road is not something you want to drive your vehicle on.  Anything other than a truck, you’re asking for trouble. But if you dare try with your own vehicle and it breaks down… Getting a tow truck is going to cost you big time.

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French Immigrant Learns Valuable Lesson in Canada

French Immigrant Learns Valuable Lesson in Canada

Let me introduce you to Tarek, a super friendly guy, so I had thought, from France. He arrived in Quebec a couple years ago to do his university studies and once the school year was out, he hopped on his bicycle and peddled from Quebec to Victoria….where he would learn a valuable lesson.

See, I had met Tarek (and his girlfriend Lily, also from France) in Port Hardy – Northern Vancouver Island, where they were staying at the local hostel – North Coast Trail Backpacker Hostel

With the usual smile on his face, Tarek challenged me to a friendly game of ping-pong, a game I happened to be very familiar with, but I wasn’t going to let him know that. It was my little secret. 

We rallied the ball a few times and I noticed that he was actually pretty good which caught me a little off guard. It was time to forget the rally and get right to the games.

It was going quite well, but I could tell he was holding back, so I pushed the limit a little and turned up the heat to see what he could do….

Well, he took this position…. and for some reason he thought it would be in his best interest to completely destroy me!  Geez…I liked it better when he was holding back.

See, when you first look at Tarek, it’s not as if his looks scream, “Ping-pong Champion of the World!”.  It’s a little deceiving on his part, wouldn’t you say? 

We shared stories, a few laughs …. I tried cheating, err, switching to a bigger paddle, but he was relentless and kept smashing me.  Ya, he was kinda rude that way.  

Oh!, out of the goodness of my heart, I was even going to allow him to switch his paddle ….. for a teaspoon.  I know, I know, the kindness of Canadian’s will never cease to amaze.

After a few games (numbers are not important at this point (more then 10) as to how may he actually beat me) and by the end of the French vs. Canada Ping-Pong Championships… I asked Tarek if he learnt his lesson yet.  He laughed and asked in his obviously deceptive French pretentious accent, “What lesson is that?”

Let’s just say that as result of his pure evil deceptive ways….. I called… errr, I mean, immigration was notified.  People like him need to be taught a lesson because let’s face it… ping-pong today, the world tomorrow!  There’s no telling what he’ll do!


In all seriousness, Tarek & Lily are a super friendly young couple from France that have hopes and dreams like everyone else. It was an honour getting to know them.  I wish them nothing but happiness and good luck on their journey!


 

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The Storyteller – Bald Eagle talks up a storm!

The Storyteller – Bald Eagle talks up a storm!

Growing up and during my travels, I don’t recall ever seeing 2 eagles in the same vicinity. So when I happened upon a dozen of them, WOW! That was so cool!

A couple eagles flew overhead, one sat on the nearby tree. The rest of them were 60 feet from me along the shore.

This is George, a bald eagle with lots of character. He wouldn’t stop talking. It was the funniest thing because he was also very animated with his storytelling, while the others either ignored him or shook their heads as if to say, “Ya ya George, whatever.”

Once he realized I had been taking his picture, he posed for me (picture to the left) for a few seconds before he continued with his storytelling.

See More Photos of 
George and his buddies – A Visual Experience 


Whether they’re on the beach, up in a tree or soaring through the sky, they are a remarkable sight.  Bald Eagles in Port Hardy (Vancouver Island)  are a dime-a-dozen, which is so very cool and fascinating to observe.  

I’m pretty sure this is George.  He landed in a tree, only to be chased away by a much small bird, who was relentless too, lol, poor George.

(ps… George is not his real name, he was embarrassed to have been chased by a smaller bird so he asked me not to use his real name) 

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Everyone has a story, including this Bat

Everyone has a story, including this Bat

Located at a rest stop on Vancouver Island, there was a short but very decent walking trail through the trees and along a lake.  

I came across this dead bat. I know, I know… eewww… But what caught my attention was where he was located, and how he lay.  

It looked like he had struggled as he crawled up and onto this piece of flat wood, where it died. It was kinda sad really. Wonder what happened to him? Poor little guy….

I know, not exactly the most uplifting post, but these are the types of things I do come across.

You can’t run during midstream

You can’t run during midstream

First night …  

Don’t you just hate it when you wake up in the middle of the night and really, really have to go pee, but just outside there’s a bear walking around only a few feet away? sigh.. It was going to be a long night…. I knew I shouldn’t have drank so much water before bed….sigh

Thank-goodness the bear left sooner rather than later, I was relieved in more ways than one.

But when you’re standing there in the dark, all by yourself, every little noise is amplified and you can’t wait until you’re back in the van…. sigh…you start talking to yourself, “geez, how much water did I drink?”, “Come on, hurry up”, “Ugh, this is taking forever.” Noises coming from the forest, messing with your mind. And what you don’t see is a squirrel saying to another squirrel, “Watch this guy jump”, as he purposely lifts his foot up and then stomps on a twig, *SNAP!*, while you’re trying to pee, but you can’t run during mid-stream… you could, but the never ends well.

That morning, although I was still recovering from yesterday’s Attack of the Tin full of Cookies, I still managed to enjoy the cozy comforts of sleeping in the newly converted camper van.

With no time schedule to be any where, it was only 5:30am, but I still felt compelled to get out of the bed and start my day. It was only plus 3 degrees outside, my nose was frozen and I was dreading the next step of getting up…. putting on cold clothes. It’s funny, because no matter how fast you are jumping out of bed and racing to put your clothes on to keep warm, your clothes are still the same….cold! It’s like you’re trying to trick the cold into being warm because you’re so fast. Nope, not going to happen.

Looking around and making sure no bears where around, it was time to boil water for my tea. I’ve always enjoyed my morning cup of tea, and its more enjoyable when you can relax and take in the beauty of nature. That’s when I saw…. the squirrel ! He was back to torment me more, I just know it! But I gave him a stern look and shook my fist in his direction and he took off. I sure showed him. 

Morning View

 

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Traveling with a Tin of Cookies – What could go wrong?

Traveling with a Tin of Cookies – What could go wrong?

First thing in the morning, packed and ready to go exploring!

Besides the essentials and having good healthy snacks for the ride, you gotta have a little something sweet or something not so healthy. It’s all part of the journey.

Well, a friend gave me a tin of cookies to take with me, but what she failed to do was give me instructions.  I suffered greatly that evening as a direct result of her negligence.  

Maybe if I knew ahead of time with good clear instructions, I wouldn’t have had to ask with a stomach ache, “How long should the tin have lasted?  Until bedtime, right?”.

Although she claimed to be in great shock and was horrified that I could do that, it was her gut busting laughter that made me think she wasn’t very sympathetic. Geez, it’s not as if I ate them in one sitting, I did have 10 hours to complete the task. 

Oh! And can you believe this, she even made a  grand assumption that if the tin had come with instructions, I would have only removed the instructions to get at the cookies anyway.  Geez… umm…..oh….umm ya, I got nothing for that one.  

All Next Great Big Ideas Started Off With, “Here….

All Next Great Big Ideas Started Off With, “Here….

When a man has one of those “Great Big Idea!”, it ususally ended with…
“…but please don’t tell my wife.”

… and when your wife finds out, she gives you The Look…

The Look
When your wife finds out your Next Great Big Idea started off with,

“Here, hold my beer!”

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This particular photo was taken along the Oregon Coast a couple years ago while I was out on a Motorcycle Adventure , and no I wasn’t drinking or married, lol.

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