It's great to stay up late !
I missed you last week ! Grab a coffee - you know where it is ....................
When I was 11 years old my Mother took me to my first concert.
I had a mad crush ( when I think of it - it was an extremely weird crush for an 11 year old to have ) on
I adored him and still listen to his early music on a regular basis.
Such are the dreams of the everyday housewife
By the time I get to Phoenix
Gentle on my mind
Hey little one
Try a little kindness
and of course - Where's the playground Susie ( which I pretended he was singing to me personally )
We share a birthday - Glen and I.- which at 11 years old was kind of magical.
By the mid 70's - in my early teens - I had moved on musically ( Disco Queen ) and he had moved on to a drug and alcohol dependency.
Eventually I was cured of disco - and he was cured of drugs and alcohol.
Did anyone else watch the special on his battle with Alzheimer's?
Absolutely broke my heart in half.
We went to a lot of " country & western " concerts in the late 60's - early 70's.............the last one being
Tammy Wynette and George Jones because I became far more interested in seeing Bob Dylan ( the Hurricane tour ) Rod Stewart - The Beach Boys - Sonny and Cher - BTO - Queen ( the famous Queen Rock Montreal - ( HERE - I watched it a bit to see if I could spot me in the audience LOL ) and countless others.
Those were the days when you could earn 10.00 a night for babysitting - and spend it on a concert -
I can't imagine a young person earning 150 dollars a night babysitting in order to buy a ticket for a concert today. Just pitiful. The state of affairs today is truly pitiful.
For some reason I feel like I may be repeating this next story but hear goes anyway.
During one of Rod Stewart's concerts he was smoking on stage and as part of the act he threw his cigarette on the floor - extinguished it with the toe of his shoe - and kicked it off stage - where I promptly caught it.
I carried Rod Stewart's cigarette butt in my wallet - in a baggy - for at least 5 years.
He smoked Gitanes in case any of you were wondering.
I would have bought the " program " had I earned more babysitting - sometimes you have to take what you can get.
I also had Ron Wood's guitar pick and someone or other's drum sticks.
Should have saved them all - I could have made a killing on Ebay...............that butt would have been priceless in today's market LOL
The Montreal Forum was an intricate part of Montrealers lives.
It's where the Shriner's Circus came every year.
It's where all the concerts were held.
And it was where the Montreal Canadiens played hockey. 22 Stanley Cup championships were won at that old building.
When a newer - larger building was erected it seemed that prices shot through the roof.
We went to them all - it was part of our " right of passage "
Today it's a damned privilege.
Why is damn a bad word?
Don't get it at all.
In England Bloody is a bad word - I get that even less
Last week's post on I WANNA live there Wednesday - reminded me of gypsies with all of the color in every room...................which made me check to see if gypsy was PC -
Someone suggests you use " colorfully clothed person of travel " LMHO - but Romany ( or Rom or Roma ) are the accepted terms today.
Which made me wonder if there were more slurs for white people than I realized.
Here's some slurs for your reading pleasure.
BIG NOSE ( USED BY ASIANS BECAUSE OUR NOSES ARE GENERALLY BIGGER )
BIRD TURD ( BECAUSE BIRD TURD IS WHITE )
There's hundred's of them - who knew? I actually kind of like CAUCAZOID to be honest with you.
Next time I have to fill out my race on some form or another - that's what I'm going to write !
I may even write a rap song using it !
Ok - picture me hopping around on a stage - ( with my jeans down to my knees ) my hands pointing downwards and I'm kind of angry
Here we go - ( I'm singing it to politicians - none in particular - all in general )
YO - I HATE POLITICS
THEY GIVE ME HEMORRHOIDS
SO DON'T MESS WITH ME
CUZ I'M A CAUCAZOID
What do you think?
And nobody better ever call me a cheese head or bird turd.................them's fighting words.
Here in Montreal - growing up - the French and the English kids used to get into some pretty wicked name calling
They called us Tête carrée ( pronounced tett - carray ) which translates to SQUARE HEAD - this was usually said with laughter and sometimes anger.
We more commonly heard Maudit Anglais - which means Damned English - not so terrible really - it was more the way it was said - almost spat out with a sneer - that made it offensive.
We called them Pepsi - empty from the neck up - which evolved into Pepper's ( Dr Pepper )
Either could be said with laughter or spat out with a sneer - we were very versatile like that.
Don't blame us - this was way before the politically correct movement came into play - or common courtesy and respect for that matter.
We had a fly problem last week.
I killed 7 of them in one night.............in a panic I ran to the computer to see what the cause could be.
( I don't leave any food out - ever - because I'm terrified of mice - this house was infested before we moved in - so I keep everything - and I mean everything - in glass containers )
WELL...................apparently if you have a dead mouse in the walls - you'll start seeing flies.
Holy Mary Mother of Jesus how she wept ....................
A mouse corpse.................with everything else we've had to deal with in the last year and a half with this house.
Or it could be that the city - in it's infinite wisdom - decided that garbage only had to be picked up every OTHER week.
And we had an unbelievable heat wave here....................
Hail Mary full of grace
Please banish the flies from my place
Here's a vivid memory I have of summers as a kid.
Hot humid days - the curtains in my Grandmother's kitchen hanging very still - laundry on the line - a fan blowing the heat around - the screen door banging shut every 10 minutes - home made popsicles where the flavor disappeared after licking it a few times -
AND A LONG SPIRAL CONTRAPTION HANGING FROM THE CEILING COVERED IN FLIES.
Does anyone else remember them?
They were the most revolting - disgusting things - sticky paper - and they were the color of nicotine ( but that might have been because everybody smoked - not sure about that ) and they hung in the kitchen where you cooked and ate !
My mother just kept a fly swatter handy -
I wonder where flies have gone?
You don't see them in houses like you used to ( well unless you have dead corpses in the walls )
Shoo fly - don't bother me
I belong to somebody
Every morning when I step into the garden I have to have a broom in my hand to swipe all the cobwebs.
EVERY SINGLE MORNING.
And I've noticed - I suppose after a summer of feasting ( although that's not something I've ever noticed before ) the spiders are massive !
Is this normal?
They've gone from cute little Charlotte's web type of spiders to tarantula's.
The other morning as I was sweeping them all away - one came running up the broom handle -
I had to murder it.
I. HAD. TO.
I smashed that broom down on the ground at least 20 times - screaming while I did it.
John came out -
John says- What the hell is going on out here?
Suzan says - There was a tarantula on the end of the broom - and it came running at me
John says - Spiders don't run
Suzan says - Of course they do
John says - They crawl
Suzan says - Well this one was crawling to win a marathon - it was a life threatening situation
Suzan says - It was survival of the fittest
Suzan says- I think it smelled a fly on me
I mentioned one of my " friends " from Bloglandia to John
John says - Friends?
John says - They're not your friends
John says - It's just words on your blog - for all they know you could be the Dalai Lama from Tibet
I can assure you I'm not a Dalai Lama from Tibet ( not that there's anything wrong with being a Dalai Lama from Tibet )
This is NOT me
I REALLY am a Suzan from Montreal.( being in my mid 50's - I really am simply vintageous as well )
And you ARE my friends...........right?
Where is everyone?
SHOO FLY PIE RECIPE
Hope you have the most wonderful of weekends
For all you Fall lovers - it's not far off !
For all you Fall haters ( like me ) I hope it's still like summer wherever you are !
It's 3.22 as I type this - and the phone just rang - we both panicked like you can't believe ( it woke John up)
AND IT WAS A WRONG NUMBER !!!!!!!!!
Still no Evan.......................