The Family (Or most of them)

The Family (Or most of them)
The Family

October 24, 2010

Last Post

This blogging has become nothing but a heartache.

It's another week of nothingness. Granted, I don't seem to want to go visit others, so why should they visit me? I have discovered how to marry videos with Farcebook. Even on that medium, there is more of an exchange, and a nearly instaneous one.

Goodbye, blogging friends.


October 21, 2010


From the moment I had this confounded stroke, the thing above -- whatever it's called -- has been with me. It was at the hospital with me. It has given me laughs when I didn't feel like laughing.
I call it Hymie. Which rhymes with Why me. But I have gotten much stronger. This isn't nearly as significant as rape or murder or kids starving in Africa or many other things.
But it is real, at least.

Crimes of Humanity

Give me a break. We as a society trusted this Canadian Army colonel with our lives and welfare and he repays us and the good people who defend us by killing female members of our society?

This guy obviously has problems. If his parents or parent screwed up this much through no fault or all the fault of their own, he has picked on more helpless females to get his jollies.

I don't need or want to hear why he did this. I'm sure he has some indescribable illness due to an indescribable backround. I don't care any more. He should be put to death for what he has done and this is another thing I don't get.

It's called Capital Punishment. There should be some much more severe punishment for this crime, if only for retribution for the families of those women murdered at his cowardly hand.

And I wonder what kind of parents he had. They too should pay somehow or the government should pay for a system that failed to weed this guy out and in fact promoted him within one of its own agencies.

This is more than criminal. This is heinous.

October 20, 2010

My Financier Lis

These are pix of my fianceeeeeeeee Lis, which is also short for Lizard. As you can see, she was REALLY looking forward to these candids!
Here she is from many years ago. Above AND below.


Here, below, is just a guest appearance by moi, who can be called Marv for short. Marv stands for Marvellous, not Marvin.

October 19, 2010

Ah, but I like it too!

That's the end of commercial thingy for Irish Spring, which I teased the world about incessantly as a kid and still do to this day, especially now that it's on the Telly every five seconds and because it's just a goofy product.

Also, I'm part-Irish which gives me the right to poke fun and fart in the general direction of all leprechauns and little people.


Also, Tom Bosly died today. The actor.

He's one of my fave actors of the last 7 seconds. Also, he will be replaced by someone else in the next 7 seconds. Actually, I really Did like The Fonz. I certainly did not like Richie Cunningham or whoever his name was, the former Opie.

October 3, 2010

A Stroke of Luck

Well this is most of my family at my youngest sister Shauna's and her husband Ken's two years ago, before I had this confounded STROKE. If all goes well, my beloved Elisabeth and I just might be hosting our family Christmas this year at our new house. But I don't want to get ahead of myself in hopes. We will see.
This is my youngest sister Shauna and her oldest daughter Rebecca, and I apologize to them both if I have spelled that wrong.

Above is basically the whole group or at least many of them.

Above is a pic of my sister Shauna, her husband Ken and my nephew Josh, Gerry and Kim's son, from nearby Kenora, Ont. Gerry is for all intents and purposes a larger version of me and is my power of attorney.
My other brother, Doug, is older than Gerry but younger than me. He and his 2 daughters and 1 son stayed in Ottawa, where they live.
Gerry and my sister Lisa, along with my Mom, helped significantly in my recovery and still are, a fact for which I will never adequately be able to say thanks. Shauna and Lori have also played significant parts in my recovery.
But I must in all honesty thank Gerry and Lisa the most.

This is my daughter Monica, who will graduate as a nurse this year and whom is going out with a man named Alex whom I have not yet met. Monica and my son Evan, who just graduated from high school, were with me when I had the stroke.
If they hadn't been, I suspect I would have died.

This is again my Mom opening some Xmas gifts while Lisa, Josh, Ken, the great-looking me, Kim and Shauna deride her.

This is my three sisters -- Lisa, Shauna, my niece Rachael and her mother (my oldest sister Lori, left to right) sit and look silly.

This is a pic of my bald spot, I assume taken by my moronic brother Gerry.

A closeup of my sister Lori looking like she wants to kick me in the gonads...

A closeup of my sis Lisa...

My nephew Justin warming his butt near their fireplace...

My nephew Matthew from Kenora...

My daughter Monica's former BF, my daughter Monica, my niece Rebecca, my sister (and her mom) Shauna, and Shauna's oldest son (and Rebecca's brother) Andrew.

Much of the whole group...

Lisa's Hubby Darren and their daughter Maia in the foreground and that looks like my son Evan in the background...

That's Evan in the foreground, Shauna and Ken's Justin in the middle, and Lisa and Darren's son Cole.

That's my dad Don, above. And a pic of the clan opening gifts, below.

Some of the boys, including from left Evan, Justin, Cole (I think) and maybe Josh.

Uncle Ken joins in the fun. I can't tell you who the goalie is. I'm guessing Justin.

Evan with a bird's eye view.

My nephew and among the oldest, Ben.

The whole group, pretty much, at another time: Cole, Evan, me, Lisa, Monica (foreground), my Dad Don, Maia (tree), Lori, Mathew (tree), Josh, my Mom, Justin (in tree), Ben, Shauna, Rebecca, her Dad Ken, Kim, Andrew ( L to R).

Irish Spring...but I like it too!

October 1, 2010

I am a Deadbeat Dad

I am a Deadbeat Dad. It doesn't matter that I didn't tear the marriage apart. It DOES matter that I have a sexual organ that shoots sperm instead of eggs. You can be irresponsible, a liar, smuggle booze into concerts.

But the person who wrongly, stupidly, is married to such a person pays even though he has no full-time job because, of all things, a stroke that only almost killed him before he had turned 55.

What the heck. He is just a deadbeat Dad, right? It is his fault. He is the convenient fall guy. Never mind all those weekends -- they count for zip.

Thankfully, I have found a REAL person -- one who doesn't pretend and conceal and one who is 10 times the person his ex wife is. But she's got me by the balls. My ex wife that is.

She is using Canada's archaic support laws to make my life miserable and to make my new life hard to get started. But me and my new wife will eventually get past this and survive it.

I will even survive the alienation of my kids, who are sticking by her because that's what kids do. Iam an easy target, and now my ex, who is responsible for our marriage breakup in the first place, is laughing all the way.

Such is life. I seem like the bad guy. But I am not.