Saturday, 30 November 2019

Greatest Christmas Movie Ever?

Well here we are, friends; November 30th, 2019. Christmas is now just a little over three weeks away.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but yesterday could quite possibly be a day to go down in infamy as the first time in my life that I've ventured out to take advantage of a Black Friday sale. Yes, you heard that right; I can't believe it either. I seriously cannot remember ever doing that before. Historically, one thing Black Friday sales always lacked was … me.

So today, the fourth last Saturday before Christmas, my better-half and I plan to start watching some of our favourite seasonal Christmas movies. There are all sorts of classics that we could choose from, but once again this year, we'll start with our favourite; Die Hard. Truly, it's a Christmas classic, at least in our humble opinion.

I know, I know; some of you scrooges do not agree with our assessment. I actually have family members divided in their own homes over this. One spouse agrees with our viewpoint, whereas the other vehemently disagrees. Kind of funny, actually.

Not to be forgotten, there are the biblical birth narratives of Jesus which trump all other Christmas stories. I will give you that and will never personally deny it. THAT is what Christmas is truly all about. No arguments from us … ever!

As for that Santa guy perched on a cheap throne in shopping malls; well, he's just creepy. Why our society thinks it cute to let our children sit on a strange man's lap, as he hides his true identity behind a usually phoney beard, is beyond me. If that horrid practice happened any other time of the year, the creep would be swiftly, and rightly, locked up! Still, the modern Santa religion and/or cult permits and condones it. In all fairness, I never grew up with this tradition.

However, I've digressed. We were talking about our favourite Hollywood-ized Christmas movie classics. Keeping that action-packed movie genre in mind, the greatest non-faith based Christmas movie ever, has to be Die Hard. There is nothing on the big screen that yells out "Christmas" as much as seeing Hans Gruber falling off the Nakatomi Plaza. The scene still brings a joyous tear to our eyes. Isn't that just beautiful?!

"Yippee Ki Yay … " 😏😏😏

So from our house to yours, Merry Christmas.



Photo/Cartoon Sources: Unknown

Saturday, 23 November 2019

A Dog's Life: Inside or Outside is the Question

We have a beautiful mixed breed dog we rescued from an animal shelter about four years ago, who perhaps ironically, rescued us as much as we rescued her. At 56-kilos (123-pounds), she's no little girl, and probably could stand to lose some weight, as I previously blogged about here.

She's a bit of a sap, but she's our sap, and we love her. One thing she's not is an outdoor dog. Yes, she loves going for walks, but she also gets exercise on a treadmill for about 30-minutes each morning before her breakfast. Like all dogs, the backyard is her outhouse, though I am convinced that if she could figure out how, she opt for using the same toilet we do.

Our fur baby is not overly sociable with strangers and doesn't play well with other dogs, but then again, my wife often jokes that I'm not overly sociable either. I guess we're made for each other. Wherever we are, she wants to be as well, and she adores our grand babies and protects them like they were her own pups. For that we are blessed.

However, I have a confession to make; things were not always like that.

Growing up we had dogs, but they were never allowed in the house, with the exception of extremely cold nights, and even then, only in the basement. As I grew older and got married, we again had dogs, but I am sorry to say that they spent too much time outside and away from the family. In retrospect, my wife and I both still feel horrible about that; the dogs just wanted to be a part of the family, and we by our actions, essentially denied them that. How sad! We really should never have had them, and after the last dog passed away, we went several years dog-less. Maybe we needed that break to learn how to become real dog lovers and appreciate them as much as they appreciate us.

Thankfully things are very different with our current dog. I couldn't imagine her not being in our home and in our lives, even with having to vacuum up enough dog hair every week to knit another dog. She is a part of the family and we are committed to giving her the best home possible.

Our house is her dog house.

Recently I discovered a video by Dr. Ernie Ward, a veterinarian, who did a little experiment to learn what it must be like for a dog to live outdoors in a dog house during winter. As I suggested above, we have come to believe that if you're going to have a dog that only lives outside, you probably shouldn't have one at all. I will now never be convinced otherwise. However, as Dr. Ward's experiment shows, especially don't leave them outside in cold sub-freezing weather … please.



I also like how Dr. Ward briefly makes reference to homelessness among humans, another deplorable problem in society. Certainly much more can and needs to be said and done about our inhumanity toward our fellow man in even allowing it, but that's a separate topic for another day.

Just my humble opinion. Peace.

"The world would be a nicer place if everyone 
had the ability to love as unconditionally as a dog."
M.K. Clinton

Saturday, 16 November 2019

I'm Offended!

I'm offended that you're offended by me taking offense at your offensive offensiveness.
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At the risk of offending and perhaps bordering on a political argument, both of which I strive very hard not to do, one thing has bothered me lately: When did we suddenly become a society of spineless pansies, always seemingly offended by our own shadows?

Please understand that I don't believe in going out of my way to deliberately offend anyone, and I do not condone that in people who do. However, it seems to me that modern society has become a little more stupider of late. Maybe my saying that also offends. Hmm.

Someone shares an opinion, something that last I checked, we were all equally entitled to do, and suddenly someone else cries "foul" and everyone suddenly goes berserk and into a dither back peddling to appease the offended and pseudo-offended. That's it; I had my little feelings hurt, and I'm going to sue for damages! Really?! What a bunch of wimps we've become! Whatever happened to the proverbial, "Suck it up, buttercup?" But no; we cry at every offence, and what's worse, society caters to it. "You can't say that; I'm offended!" Good grief, how did we as a society get our knickers into such a tight knot?

What have we become?

You don't have to look very hard, and you certainly don't need me to cite examples, to prove my case; it's everywhere. When did we suddenly lose our spines and get offended at every second remark someone, usually innocently I might add, had the audacity to proclaim? I don't remember it ever being this bad back in my day; all this nonsense seems like a recent development of only the last few years.

Sportscaster Don Cherry shares an opinion about people who don't wear a poppy, and on Remembrance Day, the very day he tries to honour, get's fired for sharing his opinion about remembering those who gave their very lives in the defence of freedom. Wow, the irony! No matter how much I back play the alleged infraction, I still don't know what he said that was perceived so evil. Offended over what? Using the phrase, "you people?" Telling it like it is? Having an opinion of his own? Publicly saying what many others, based on the public outcry surrounding his firing, apparently also think? Sheesh!

When did we start holding sportscasters to a higher standard than our politicians? Politics; now there's a comedy of errors that maybe we do have a right to be offended about.

Just my humble opinion, if I'm still allowed to have one, that is. I'm offended too, by the offended, in case anyone cares. End of rant!

Don't get mad at me when I pull a you on you.
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