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Sign from Above?
On a trip out west I noticed this sign. St. James Anglican Church in Neepawa, MB is keeping their congregation safe while walking to and from services, and giving tourists a little chuckle at the same time.
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Shawna Hoskins
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Reading Downhome at the "Salon"
Submitted July 25, 2012
We visited Twillingate yesterday. They are celebrating the annual Fish, Fun and Folk Festival - thought you'd get a laugh from this picture I took on someone's front lawn. Note the old lady with the Downhome magazine in her lap.
Gloria Young Botwood, NL
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Fish, Fun and Folk Festival
Submitted July 25, 2012
We visited Twillingate yesterday. They are celebrating the annual Fish, Fun and Folk Festival - thought you'd get a laugh from this picture I took on someone's front lawn. Note the old lady with the Downhome magazine in her lap.
Gloria Young Botwood, NL
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Bear Bells
A young guy visiting Calgary took his girlfriend to a camping supply store. As they were walking around the store she would ask, "What's that?" or "What's that for?" They came across some bear bells and she asked, "What is that?" "Bear Bells," he told her. "That must be some hard to get on a bear," she said.
KILLING SPREE IN ROBERT'S ARM (Night of the great nipper attack!) Our little Yorkie was snuggled in the crook of my leg. My wife was comfortably slewed towards the window as I threw my arm around her shoulder and hugged into her back. There was a cool breeze flowing in from the shores of beautiful Crescent Lake. The stage was set for a peaceful night of sleep.
As I drifted into dreamland, our furry companion wiggled out from the confines of my crooked knee. I ... click to read moreOur little Yorkie was snuggled in the crook of my leg. My wife was comfortably slewed towards the window as I threw my arm around her shoulder and hugged into her back. There was a cool breeze flowing in from the shores of beautiful Crescent Lake. The stage was set for a peaceful night of sleep.
As I drifted into dreamland, our furry companion wiggled out from the confines of my crooked knee. I curiously viewed his erect form as he vigorously shook his head. Thinking nothing of it, I drifted back to sleep as the wind from the lake swept over my exposed leg.
Then, as if on cue, I heard a distinct humming sound of Newfoundland's number one tyrant hovering close to my face. The noise died off, but within seconds this blood sucking nipper drilled into my helpless leg. I pulled the sheets tight to my chin and hid my wounded leg. After some rapid-fire scratching, the wound site eased enough for me and the dog to drift back to sleep.
It was as if the lead nipper summons his army in waiting and in a sudden flurry, they charged toward my face. As my anger heightened, I lay motionless in the bed as my roaming eyes tried to pick out the oncoming enemy. The droning intensified, then suddenly came silent - signalling one had landed on the side of my face. With a mad swoop of my hand I fought back, trying to flatten the gulping bloodsucker as he filled his stomach with my blood. In the nick of time he escaped, leaving me with a welt on the side of my face where the pesky nipper had had his feast. After several more attempts to play possum with the hope of flattening one of the advancing army, I decided on another tactic.
In a maddening flash, I sprung out of bed and headed for the porch where my trusty nipper squatter lay waiting. I stomped back into the room where my wife and dog looked on with terror in their eyes as I flicked on the light and went on the attack. Knowing the fight was on, the nippers, with their bellies full of human (and dog) blood, took refuge in the crooks of the ceiling. In a mad flurry I went after the enemy, leaving a trail of splattered blood on all parts of the ceiling. Unfortunately, in my wake I nearly dismantled various objects on the dresser and almost destroyed the lamp.
It did not matter. I had one ambition - to rid myself of those bloody creatures who kept me awake for the good part of the night. I inspected the whole bedroom area for any stray nippers and, seeing none, made myself back to the bed where my dear wife, still in shock, and my dog, looking confused, waited for me.
I drifted off to sleep hoping no nipper escaped to tell his troops of the slaughter. And if he did, I sort of think I will be sleeping tomorrow night with a full body armour and breathing apparatus on. ... Hide full submission
Aubrey Goulding
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GREAT Grandma
A few years back, my Mother from Newfoundland was visiting our family. My Grandaughter Stephanie was about 5 years old at the time. I was trying to explain to Stephanie that I was her Grandma and my Mother from Newfoundland was her Great Grandma. Stephanie was quiet for a few minutes with a puzzled look on her face. Finally she asked "What's so great about her?"
