Kids Lunch

I have the coolest kids.

They are still so honest and wonderful - they don't even try to hide or throw out the bits of their lunches they don't eat. I opened one bag this morning and found the uneaten orange, and the sandwich with one bite out of it. How sweet!

When do they develop the deceit gene such that they will lie their pants off about eating their entire delicious lunch?

It also turns out the school lunch monitors do not allow trading. What a shame.

When I was a kid we always traded the stuff we didn't like for the good stuff everyone wanted.

There was always some idiot kid who would trade his candy bar for an apple, for example.

I hate apples to this day...nevermind.

The wounds are still fresh.

Caffeine

I wrote this a while ago but it isn't really a column so I didn't do anything with it. Thought I'd post it and see what happens.

For my American friends, Tims is Tim Hortons - an iconic coffee and donut chain up here. I think there are some locations in the midwest but not too many.

Anyway - onward to my morning adventure!!

“Make your teeth and brush your bed!” I yelled, pre-caffeinated

My brain was not yet working, my taste buds not yet sated

“While you’re at it eat your clothes and put on your breakfast cereal!”

My kingly orders ringing out but sounding un-imperial

Sleeping in and running late is hampering my brain

No coffee in my belly tends to ruin my thought of train

Toasted ham and buttered cheese goes into lunch today

“Pop a Yop onto the stove and call it lunch OK?”

Off to school we madly race, debris from windows flying

“Dad your eyes are really red - have you at all been crying?”

“No my child I’m quite alright despite the gruff demeanor”

“It’s just I haven’t woken up and drunk my bathroom cleaner”

“Give me a kiss and off you go - be bright and bushy tailed”

“Despite my pasty, grizzled look, my heart it has not failed”

Back to home I dare to roam into my kitchen dream

With palsied hands I reach out to the sugar and the cream

I rush to slake my sleepy awake with liquid from the thermos

The heat will burn my lips but I don’t care about epidermis

It’s the liquid that I need, it’s the passion I so crave

I know it’s an addiction, I know I am its slave

'Can’t wait to pour the liquid from carafe into my cup

I close my eyes and dream of slowly sipping every drup

But all that pours is water hot and no aroma steam

“Bloody Hell!” I yell, “Is this some sort of waking nightmare dream?”

When I made the coffee, I forgot one simple step

It helps to have some coffee or to the store you’ll have to schlep

Into the car I clumsily run and smoke comes from my rims

I cannot get there fast enough – the line-up at my Tim’s

With frantic waving motions, I scurry past the queue

I elbow patrons from my path – I simply must have brew!

Forget the cup! I reach out for a pot of freshly made

And pour it down my gullet straight – the staff looking dismayed

The grizzly bear then disappeared – a smile now wasn’t trouble

They understood that service good meant charging for a double

I swear I don’t need treatment, I swear upon my word

But then again I wonder if I should be calling Betty Ford?

Column Writing Insight

So the way I write columns is to think up something stupid to say and start typing.

Sometimes I'll latch onto a topic and the stupid stuff just flows. The one below for example - Pirates of the Okanagan. I heard yet another newscast talking about a foiled attempt at hijacking a ship, and I thought wouldn't it be funny to have that here somehow? Off I went (I actually did call the local RCMP and yukked it up with the media relations gink...good guy) and that was that.

Usually though, I spend a lot of time stumbling across or dreaming up stupid things that amuse me, so I jot them down in a bulging word file and see if I can use them sometime.

I have quite a few disparate lines now. Here are a few that may appear in columns at some point in the future.

- Name of a law firm: Chase, Gittem, Flogg, Wallop and Shyster. I don't know why but that cracked me up today. I know you're not supposed to laugh at your own jokes but hey - I'm new at this so buzz off with the rules mmmkay?

- I was drinking some juice in the kitchen when I heard my wife approaching so I had to get a glass.

- American friends and I would sit around a table in the saloon, exchanging rounds of gunfire.

- I was Alpha Bitting my way through my breakfast victuals, and had just finished my third "Q", a rare feat, when much to my surprise...

- Terrifying phrases for any parent: "Dad I'm feeling sick", "What's that in the dog's mouth?", and "Honey can you check the sink in the kids bathroom? It's draining slowly." I started a column based on this - entering a kids bathroom without protective equipment of any kind. Gotta flesh that one out sometime...

I think that will do for now.

Hey - thanks for reading. And commenting (Susan in Texas!).

Pirates of the Okanagan

Piracy is a growing concern in the world as we all know from the news. It is a threat that is not limited to ships off the coast of Somalia.

I called the local police detachment to investigate this growing menace…

“RCMP Constable Hornblower speaking.”

“This is David Crawford of the Daily Courier newspaper”

“Oh no. I thought we had a restraining order against you.”

“It expired yesterday. Tell me – can you comment on the growing threat of piracy in local waters?”

“The what? There is no piracy here. You’re a lunatic. Go away”

“Is it true that pirates thrive in unstable political climates and are therefore holed up on the west side of Okanagan Lake somewhere? Or maybe on Rattlesnake Island?”

“I’m going to call the judge to reinstate the order right now. Please stop calling us pretending to be a reporter. I’ve got work to do.”

“I see a lot of boats pulling anti-terrorist devices behind them. Are these devices effective?”

“Those are inner tubes they are pulling you idiot. They are for fun. Go away or I’ll call the co…I’ll call myself on you.”

“Is it true the Navy is establishing a crack anti-piracy force called the Naval Emergency Response Force – or NERF – to counter this threat to sea commerce and public safety?”

“I’m hanging up – I’ve got a press conference – with REAL press – in an hour. And stop making up acronyms – that’s our job.”

“What about ransoms of millions of dollars being paid to the owners of hijacked ships by dropping the money from airplanes – do you know anything about that?”

“This is a lake you fool, there are no pirates here – now shoo! Stop wasting my time.”

“Aha! A conspiracy! You probably know all about the ransom schemes! So tell me – how does a guy get one of those boats anyway? Do I need a license or anything?”

“You have reached the voicemail of Constable Hornblower. Beeeeep.”

“I know you’re still there. You know, a fellow in a small craft could hide under the new bridge and no one would be able to see him until it was too late. So when is the RCMP boat hitting the water anyway Constable? The public has a right to know, just for curiosity sake.”

“The RCMP Anti-Piracy vess…jeez now you have me thinking about pirates…the RCMP boat will resume its normal summer patrol activity in a few days.”

“Can you say ARRR like a pirate?”

“ARR… hey now cut that out!”

“How many dramatic pirate takedowns do you anticipate happening on the lake this year Constable?”

“None! What am I doing answering your stupid questions? Go away. I’m hanging up now.”

“Wait! Supplemental question! Where do you stand on the subject of music piracy then sir?”

“We only care about music if someone is playing it too loud on their boat. Now buzz off!”

“So you‘re condoning the active piracy of music on Lake Okanagan? Stop the presses!!”

“I’m not going to grace that idiotic remark with an answer. You’ve wasted enough of my time for one day Mr. Crawford. You’re obviously off your meds again and we will not tolerate this any longer. I’m just going to wait on the line here until our officers get to your location. Then we’ll explain what harassment means, in no uncertain terms. Sir?”

*dial tone*

“Charlie 51 to base…he was calling from a payphone at the beach again…the receiver was just dangling here…no sign of him. Over.”

“Roger that. Be on the lookout for a goofy looking guy wearing a fedora with a “Press” card in the front. Possibly armed with an old flash camera. Actually, scratch that. He’s probably wearing a pirate outfit now. Approach with caution – he’s really weird.”

Eye Rubs

Hey, does anyone know why you hold your breath when you're giving yourself a really good, deep eyeball rub?

Everyone does it I think. Holds their breath while digging their knuckles deeply into the eyeballs, rubbing and pushing and just really digging in there.

I find myself gasping for breath all the time.

Eyeball rubs are common in our house at bedtime.

They are not so common at corporate board meetings, as I recently discovered.

Memo to Parents

Memo To: My Fellow Parents

Re: Parenting Styles

I thought I would write you all and address some concerns that have been cropping up lately.

I must say that most of the kids who come over to play at our house have a really great time as I attend to important work matters while laying on the couch in my office.

It would appear though, that some of you have issues regarding my parenting style, or rather, the way I strap them onto the roof of our mini van when I deliver them to your homes after play dates.

While most 8 year old boys enjoy pretending to be jet pilots, I realize that using lawn chairs may not have been the best way to create this sensation, despite the limited seating in our vehicle.

I deeply regret the bee incident, although I’m sure the swelling will go down in a day or two. Remember, his mouth was open because he was laughing and not shrieking as some have reported.

By the way, we are hoping someone has found the pillow we were using as a booster seat, which flew off at some point in our journey. We heard someone was holding onto it as evidence (!) but I’m sure that is just a joke!

To address another concern raised by a parent, let me assure you that all participants in the ride were securely fastened to their lawn chairs with new bungee cords.

I’m sure you’ll understand that if, during the course of our adventure, your luggage (excuse me – child) happens to un-hook their particular cord (or gnaw through it in one memorable case), well, of course I cannot be held responsible since I’m inside driving.

In these circumstances, we pick up your son after he lands in the soft, safe, ‘no big alligators anymore!’ lake just beside Big Bend Corner on Lakeshore Drive, so no worries!

Some parents have also questioned my choice of identity tags used with their children.

I have developed an exciting new type of glue/ink mixture that keeps the brightly coloured barcodes firmly in place on your child’s forehead (just in time for school photo’s!).

These barcodes are really useful. With them we can track your child’s attendance, food preferences, allergies, any embarrassing stories they have told about Mom and Dad – all with a single scan with a hand held laser beam thing – just like Costco.

In one humourous instance, we learned all about the really bright lights in the spare garage that Jimmy isn’t allowed to play in anymore! Let’s hope Mr. Hydro Meter Man doesn’t hear about those! Don’t worry – your data is safe with us!

Those wishing to opt out of this handy bar-coding program can be assured the ink will wash off all on its own, usually within 3 years. Attempts at removing the barcodes using rubbing alcohol and belt sanders have met with mixed results. Your results may vary.

While we do not live in a completely risk-free world as you know, let me assure you that I keep my advanced chemistry lab locked at all times, along with my fireworks packing machinery, ninja weapons, New Guinea blowgun collection, and display of Bowie knives. All are safely stored in the old shed out back and I have told the boys to not go near there. I know I can trust your boy to respect our rules just like all the others.

So in summary, let me just reassure you that your concerns are being addressed and your children are in safe and capable hands at all times.

I have my Level One first aid certificate hanging on my wall (course summary: “Call 911!”), and don’t forget I have my Introductory Babysitting course from when I was 12.

Anyway – thanks for the opportunity to clear the air! Let’s have a safe play date again real soon!

Weight Loss The Column

I pulled on my favourite summer shorts the other day. When I finally let my breath out, two buttons at the waist exploded, sending shrapnel flying about the house, shattering the fish tank and wounding a neighbour kid playing in the yard next door.

Poorly made buttons aside, it seems I have become a man of some caliber these past years. I have grown from a tall, skinny, fit person to a “Please do not sit on that antique chair sir…SIR!!” size.

I now have what medical authorities call “girth”, meaning they’ll need a special lift truck to remove me from my bedroom when my diabetic limbs start falling off.

I’ve been thinking of shedding some of this excess weight. For about ten years now.

The latest thinking came about when I was laying on the couch with the kids, reluctantly allowing them to spoon raw Pillsbury cookie dough into my pie hole.

While doing so, I looked at the laundry rack (sorry – treadmill) and started thinking about getting motivated.

Clearly, my problem is too much thinking, so I may give that up and make some popcorn instead.

To be brutally honest, the source of my weight issue, I have to admit, is my wife.

She is a wonderful cook and since we got married she has been constantly plying me with evil recipes. Not eating them would be hurtful, and we can't have that now can we?

Actually, I’m beginning to feel the same determination building in me to lose weight as when I quit smoking years ago. Well, I think its determination building. It may be gas – hard to tell. Burritos.

Anyway, while contemplating my navel, in my minds eye since I haven’t seen it in a while, I had an ingenious idea which will lead to enormous riches (not that I need more), and may even put that annoying old fatty Jenny Craig out of business once and for all.

I propose we gather the greatest scientific minds in the country and make vegetable patches. No, not that kind – I’m talking about patches like the nicotine ones.

Hey – if we can administer addictive and mind-altering substances through the skin (nicotine, medications, Paris Hilton), why can’t we do the same with stuff that is good for us?

I want to just slap a patch on my shoulder and know that vital, vegetable nutrients are coursing their way through my system, reducing my cholesterol, dusting, cleaning, taking out the trash, folding laundry, and generally tidying up.

One patch would equal one serving of veggies. Ingenious? Yes, I think so.

Think about it. Moms everywhere will be able to say “Good for you Billy – I see you are eating (well, getting) your vegetables. Here, let me stick some nutritious dessert on you too…”

There you’ll be in a restaurant, ordering and absorbing crazy stuff you would never normally eat because the spices would turn your innards into a smoking, lava-like puddle on top of your pelvis.

You could finally get the thrill of consuming fried goat eyeballs or poisonous snake parts without having to taste or chew it/them! Very cool. Travel agents will make a fortune. Visit the Eyeball/Snake Innard Eating Capitals of the World! And Not Have to Actually Eat Them!

I think these patches, combined with powerful narcotics to control the raucous hunger rumblings which are disturbing your fellow passengers, would be just the ticket.

This really could be a solution to the growing food crisis in the world too. Somehow.

I’ll chew on that thought for a while and let you know.

Scratching

My wife and I were recently enjoying a vigorous exchange of viewpoints, on the subject of my scratching.

Being male, I tend to scratch a lot. I know - try to quell your surprise at that statement.

Anyway, I ended her argument, and took two fist pumps in celebration, by stating clearly and precisely that I scratch so much because I'm the only one who knows where it itches.

I may have bowed as well. Victory is so sweet sometimes.

A Fifth of Contest...

My column about Mything Kids has won me a vast fortune in prize money yet again. Well, 20 bucks anyway...

I placed 5th in the Humorpress.com's Frebruary/March humor writing contest. Now I can finally link to my very own column - yay!

http://humorpress.com/Results/HumorShowcase-Index.htm#Winners

Actually I'll link to both contests - my winning entry in the The Humor and Life, In Particular contest is at http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Gallery/4111/crawford.html

A Sunday Thought

While my religious education was less than complete, I do remember the important things like only wearing fish on Fridays.

Thank you.