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I am Canadian. A Canadian Mom. A Canadian Mom whose kids don’t play hockey! *hears collective gasp* Right? hahaha It is very nearly the reaction one gets up here when the inevitable question is asked after people find out I have three boys. But my kids can’t even skate well. They never took to it. Never asked to learn. And it, let’s be real, is quite cost prohibitive if one is not a millionaire…especially when there are THREE of them!

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So they don’t play it. They also don’t watch it. Aren’t into it in the slightest. I used to love watching it. Now it feels slow and boring to me. *another gasp heard across the Great White North* 😛 And I’ll explain….

All three of my sons are obsessed with basketball. Playing it, watching it, video gaming it, & memorizing every stat and trivial nugget of info. My two oldest play at school, then play club ball in the Spring. Our house is basketball central from November to June, and in the Summer they yak on and on about how they can’t wait for it to start, while spending hours on end with their outdoor hoop. And we are not going broke letting them play it!

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What is bizarre to me, is that I LOATHED the game since high school, during which we were forced to play it in gym every. frigging. day. I was never good at it. Terrible, in fact. Got picked last all the time. It was humiliating. So I, of course, never took to watching it, either. I knew who some big name NBA players were…pretty hard to miss if you aren’t living in a cave, but I had zero interest in watching it. Until one day when my oldest was 12, and came home from school announcing that he made the basketball team. Then got so into it, that the NBA channel became pretty much the only thing our TV was/is tuned to. Then his brother hit grade 7 and wanted to play too, influenced by his big brother. Now my 10 year old is getting the b-ball bug. He won’t play very competitively until grade 7, but that doesn’t stop him with being obsessed with it during gym and with the outdoor hoop! Needless to say, they never got their love for it from me! lol

Now, I have to say, after 4 years of being surrounded by talk of it, and by watching them at school and countless NBA games as a bonding thing with them, I am quite fond of it. I may even be starting to love it. And you know what? It really does make hockey seem boring now. *more gasps and maybe fainting*  😛 hahahaha No, really, I was/am even kind of shocked by that revelation!

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For me, I find that basketball is faster paced, has cooler, more impressive shots on net, and can be a nail biter right down to 6 seconds left in a game. Anything can happen! It’s fascinating & addictive! I can’t look away! lol

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My oldest is a Golden State Warriors super fan….I’m talking he literally CRIED when they lost the championship last season, lol….. and the rest of us root for the Toronto Raptors… Canada’s only b-ball team. Personally I like both, as they are in different divisions, but will always put Toronto first. 🙂

Tonight they play each other. Golden State, along with the Cleveland Cavaliers, are the best in the league. But the Raptors have been bringing it this season, so far. It could be interesting. No….WILL BE interesting! 🙂

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Also the Raptors have cooler graphics! 😛

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Go Raptors Go! 😀

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Where We’re Going We Don’t Need Roads!

Spent Thanksgiving weekend, last weekend, dirt biking in the mountains. Got a little rain…ok a LOT of rain….on the second night, and the next day was interesting in a mud boggy, gigantic deep puddles, sort of way! lol Saw a moose too! Bonus!

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moose!

Gorgeous trail

Gorgeous trail! Leading up to the giant hill….

Did a lot of challenging stuff this trip. Ok..like we ever do easy, now. 😛 Sometimes it is easyish, or it seems so, after doing challenging trails! My definition of an easy trail has changed dramatically in the last couple of months, as my skills improve. Hills can still be difficult for me. Coming down is harder than going up, though! Did a gigantic hill that was mostly dirt, and few rocks, and it was surprisingly easier than a few of the smaller ones. Crossed a creek…no bridge there for whatever reason…never good to have to ride through creeks, but there was little choice… to get to a trail where we then parked, and hiked a bit to get to a ghost town site. Very worth it, as that was super cool! I rode on the back of hubby’s bike to cross it, ’cause I chickened out, lol, and that was scary enough! He rode my bike across, and the thing stalled in the middle! ACK! My little guy(ok, maybe not so little anymore, at almost 9!) also went across with his Dad. It was almost too deep for his bike. The other two are daredevils, and got across on their own. I couldn’t watch! I was the only one who didn’t get wet feet, though, princess that I am! haha! 😛

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8 also fell over in a puddle and got totally soaked and muddy, and was laughing the whole time. Better than tears, thank goodness! Especially since we were out in the middle of nowhere and still a good 40 minutes away from the staging area. Poor guy! Mom, of course, thinks ahead, and had a change of clothes for him. I learn something every time we go, though. And one thing is to bring about 10 pairs of socks each, instead of 3! lol Muddy and wet socks were the order of the day…well, excepting mine of course! hehehe I would dry them, and the boots, overnight on the hotel furnace fan on cool. Don’t need a fire happening, after all. Smelled particularly wonderful in the room all night! Stinky boy feet! 😛 LMAO!
All in all, it was wonderful to get to go out again so late in the season! And a great way to spend Thanksgiving! 😀

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No roads here! Skinny rocky trail….

Out for a Stroll in SubZero Loveliness

Stroll. Yeah. Whew! hahaha!

Well, we didn’t end up going snowshoeing yesterday, as a blizzard rolled in, but today it was overcast, and not snowing anymore. We almost didn’t go today, either, as the temps had plummeted to around minus 22C…..just a wee bit cold to be out and about. 😛

But, after a little thought, coupled with a great desire to go, we bundled up in lots of layers, a good balaclava, toe and hand warmers(an ABSOLUTE MUST…those things are amazing!), and off we went anyway, thinking that if it was just too cold, we could always turn around.

This time we went to a favourite summer hiking spot, that features a lookout at the top. So a good steep incline was to be on the agenda, too! We ended up doing the whole 5KM loop, including the lookout, and it took around 4 hours. I was never cold! Not once! My eyelashes…as were everybody’s…frosted, but nobody felt the cold. We were exercising so hard, that even when we rested, the extreme cold never seeped in.

My stupid camera battery died, though, and I couldn’t take the pics I wanted to take….of a trail so breathtakingly beautiful, that one could only stare at it in absolute awe. Because of the snow storm the day before, the trees were heavy with it. And so tall were the trees…gigantic white sentinels! So quiet was the trail. So incredibly peaceful! While I don’t have my own pics because of my camera failure, I did find one that describes the scene fairly accurately…

It was SO nice. SO fun. SO tiring too! lol But that good kind of tiring….where at the end, when you finally sit, get warm, and relax, you feel so good, and also proud of yourself that you did such a trek. That you bonded with your kids, surrounded by the grandeur of nature, braved…and pretty much conquered….the cold, and did something so special, that it will live in memory long after it is over….

I shall sleep well tonight. 🙂

Fresh First Day.

We woke up early, and went on a 4 hour snowshoe trek through the woods. It was a bright, sunny day, today, with a “balmy” temp. of minus 1C. Even had to take my coat off! lol

Gorgeous mountain views, fragrant pines, lovely clear blue sky, and a sparkling snowscape. A very peaceful, and very fun way to spend the first day of the new year…..

Going again tomorrow.  🙂

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The Mountains Are Calling

Off in two days. I need it so much after the year I have had!! There is a certain special peace standing on top of a ski hill, with the beautiful vistas spanning out in all directions, or following a quiet trail, surrounded by the beauty of snow laden trees glittering in the sunshine. There is also a certain special kind of exhilaration when you are in the zone, and are gliding rapidly, and effortlessly down the mountain….

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After looking for the vids for my concert post, I of course stumbled across a million more songs in the suggestions bar at UToobe, and so, I AM COMPELLED because of my musical obsessions (hahaha) to listen, and take that memory lane walk….walking down the Canadian musical memory lane scene, circa the 80s/90s….good memories…. 🙂

Oh, and I’m sharing one. Because it grooves me right now, and because I can’t seem to help myself! Plus, Canadian chicks know how to rock! ;D

Alannah Myles…

 

I Went To A Concert in 1983

Feeling nostalgic tonight. I get that way sometimes.

A concert in November 1983….

…from the perspective of a 17 year old girl crazy for music and musicians….

Drive to the city on the day the tickets are put up for sale. Have to get there early, because it tends to sell out. Alright! Tenth or so in line. Wait, wait, wait… 2 or 3 hours, sometimes in the cold wind. So worth it, though. Buy the tickets… which were around $25 at the time. Festival seating…

Day of the show…
Arrive 3 hours early because we NEEED to be in the front row. Tickets in hand, ready… Finally, the doors are cautiously opened and there is a mad rush of teenage girl hormones racing to be first. Run! Don’t trip down those stairs from the arena seating to the main floor… Run like never before, rush past that skanky looking thing in the 3 inch heels… what was she thinking? 😛

Yay! Made it! Front row… Crushed against the stage, because there was no barrier back then, when he was still new on the scene. The stage touched the crowd. Oh, it hurts, as the surge continues behind us. But we don’t care. The adrenalin stops us from caring that our ribs are being crushed! lol

The lights finally go down. There is a huge tide of screaming… swooning. It is only the opening act, but the excitement is tangible. On go the stage lights as they take the stage already playing one of her hits. (It was Luba). The roar is deafening. So close are we that we have to crane our necks to look up at them. Guitar man right there… inches away… mesmerizing me with his fingers….

Opening act finishes to rowdy applause and the lights go up… Time to breathe. Or can we… amidst the pot smoke…. lol! Apply fresh lipstick, fluff the feathered back hair… have to look great because he will be out soon, and see US…

Already hoarse from screaming, the lights go down again. We find our voices and scream some more. Here he comes. We have waited months for this moment. Soon he will be inches away from us. In person, larger than life, in the flesh… and making us swoon with that raspy voice of his.

Disc camera at the ready, but some wench next to me has her hands all waving in front of my shot. I nudge her. She scowls at me, but moves.
Bryan takes the stage finally… we are giddy with delight and admiration. The cassette tape we played until it wore out and I had to buy a new one, is about to come to life. Our favorite songs…. the soundtrack of our teenagehood. Right there, in living technicolor and dazzling live sound. Scents of pot, dozens of perfumes mingling together, and his musky sweat are heady. We look up in awe at this man who dazzles us with his music. Who speaks to us through it….

I snap some pics. No digital camera, so I can make sure I get the shot. Just have to hope for the best. Soon he is coming towards us, mid song, hand out to touch us. He touches most of them lightly, as he goes by, but mine he grabs and holds on to for a few moments. I think… I will never wash it again! lol He lets go, and I am lost…. drunk on the music, high on it (well the heavy pot smoke probably helped lol!), high on this person who has mesmerized me and has just made my year by grabbing my hand. It was soft and nice, btw! *grin*

He towels his forehead off and tosses the towel. We reach for it… I got it!! But so does hand waving chick. Damn. We negotiate for it and finally come to a deal about ripping it in half. Yay! Bryan’s sweaty towel! A treasure! (still have it, btw, in the same baggy I put it in way back in ’83…. ewwwwah! Not opening that! LOL!)
Another treasure is a broken drumstick the drummer threw out. Lucky this night, am I!

Finally over, after two encores, everyone files out nicely, but excitedly chattering to each other. Quite the switch from the mad rush at the start. Sweaty, and spent, we talk animatedly about how wonderful it was. Swoon at how cute he was in person. Gush at seeing him so close up, and that hand grab….. oh my…

Driving home, we proceed to try and wear out the second cassette tape….
It was a magical night 🙂

*did it all over again in ’85 and got some great pics from that one too* 🙂

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