tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-281756572024-03-07T03:05:29.567-05:00The Infernal JournalN@ Lauzon, Mix 96 Montreal. Here's what happens off the air...N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.comBlogger617125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-38294755231232061232011-10-12T09:36:00.003-04:002011-10-12T09:37:59.177-04:00New BlogI've got a new place on the dubya dubya! It's been fun here on Blogger but it's time to mosey on. You'll find my active blog here: <a href="http://natlauzon.com/blog-2">www.natlauzon.com </a> - as well as my current voiceover and writing work. <div><br /></div><div>Thanks! And hope you'll join me over yonder! On to new adventures. :) </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-70924473390569193982011-07-15T13:23:00.002-04:002011-07-15T13:27:24.380-04:00My departure from Virgin Radio<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Lucida Grande";mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"; color:#333333">They always say you know when it's 'time'. This applies to a lot of things. You know when it's time to poop, time to get off the Tilt-a-Whirl and time to listen when you start to feel your heart pulling in a new direction.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 15px; ">So - yes, it's true. I've decided to leave Virgin Radio. And, let me just thwart any firmly-worded emails from my mother to management - my departure is all on good terms. All my decision. So you have no one to purple nurple but me (and I sort of like that so you won't be doing yourself any favours).</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 15px; ">"Time flies" is such a geriatic thing to say, so pardon me as I cough up a cobweb - but man, the years have disappeared faster than Snooki's natural skin colour! 1999 is the year I first moved here to host N@ @ Nite on Mix 96. Then it was Andre and Nat in the Morning (I'll tell him you said hi) and finally middays on Virgin where I've been the past several years. Shoehorned in there for the early part of your workday. I liked being there (especially Mondays when you all were too hungover from the weekend to even be pissed at your bosses yet. Stop looking around at everyone else, you know I'm talking to you).</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 15px; ">Some of you are casual listeners, some have been there everyday, others still have become my real life friends. And I want to thank you all. Seriously, for letting my unwashed self into your homes and your earballs and your radio machine for however long you could stand the sound of my voice. I will tell you as someone who has been doing this for 22 years, sometimes we wonder if we're just voices in the ether. But you prove me otherwise. There were many times when an e-mail from a stranger with some kind words absolutely made my day. Hell, even the hate mail was good for a laugh. I just want you to know I never took that for granted and I hope to baby jesus that I wrote you all back. Especially if you are rich and hot. Well, okay, just rich is good. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 15px; ">So - what now? Well, I know who I am (Mrs.Justin Bieber) - and I know what I want (no pre-nup). I want to follow my passion. Among those: animal rescue and voice work. Last year I started a website: <a href="http://www.montrealdogblog.com">www.montrealdogblog.com</a> and with the help of some amazing bloggers we are doing some great things to make a difference for pets in Montreal. My website <a href="http://www.natlauzon.com">www.natlauzon.com</a> will be my point of contact for voicework, which I'll be doing from home every day in my underoos (Spiderman, but I'm open to suggestions). </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 15px; ">Being able to concentrate on what I love is going to fill me with lots of happy. I wish this for all of you - to be able to do something you love for a long, long time. Live your bliss. Even if your bliss is pooping in Publi-Sac bags and twirling them like Olympic discuses, you should do it. Live the dream, my friend. Go for the gold. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 15px; ">So - I'm still in Montreal. I'll still be very accessible. I'm on Facebook so much it's FaceNeckTorso Book. <a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=513313754">So find me</a>. You can e-mail me too: natlauzonvoice@gmail.com <i>(Note: priority will be given to Nigerian royalty or lawyers of deceased UK residents who've left me in their wills).</i> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 15px; ">So, I guess that's it for now. Congrats and best wishes to Andrea Collins, who'll be taking over the 9-1 shift, starting August 15th. She's psyched - and rightly so! You guys are a great room and this is a great city. Teach her fun French words like pneu and sac-a-main.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 15px; ">People? It ain't goodbye. Just see ya later.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 15px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 15px; ">(As an footnote, please know, I am quite pleased to have worked in 1 butt and 2 poop references into this bye bye note. Eat that, Kai Nagata.) </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 15px; ">Have a wicked summer. We'll be in touch.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Lucida Grande";mso-bidi-font-family:"Lucida Grande"; color:#333333">N@</span></p></span><p></p></span>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-51915609347614608192011-04-14T10:45:00.005-04:002011-04-14T10:58:26.124-04:00RIP NatteringsJust an FYI that I recently made the decision to stop writing my <a href="http://www.themonitor.ca/?contextId=5&searchQueryString=nat%20lauzon&search_sortedBy=&controllerName=search&siteId=125&searchInString=&searchTypesString=&action=put&facetName=channeltitle&facetValue=columns&facetCaption=Columns">"Natterings</a>" column for <a href="http://http//www.themonitor.ca/">The Monitor</a>/Chronicle and Westmount Examiner. I LOVED it - it was such an amazing opportunity to have had for the past 2 years or so. Hopefully, I can archive my pieces here - going to be re-vamping this place soon. Why? This kid just has too much on the go at the moment (other voicework and specifically my new passion <a href="http://www.montrealdogblog.com/">http://www.montrealdogblog.com/</a>) . I was finding it hard to find the time and didn't want to anything half-assed just for the sake of churning something out. That's no fun now, is it? So - thanks to all of you who have read me in print - and to <a href="http://http//www.themonitor.ca/Columns/Toulas-take/2011-03-29/article-2377677/Let-the-games-begin%26hellip%3B-/1">Toula</a> and the entire crew at Transcontinental for giving me that first chance. I'm so appreciative and had so much fun. Maybe I'll be back at it in the future - if you'll have me.N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-31052919411016622732011-03-20T19:40:00.004-04:002011-03-20T19:45:09.619-04:00...and green vomit lined the streets.'Sup? Today, I hung out beside the cutest Justin Bieber lookalike. My day OBVIOUSLY kicked your day's ass. Plus, googly mitts. Behold: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOnE9PLsSJ4Kdihyf6Aw1VIWOTPpJ_PHaTkt5PY7Y2JJy_W6aBwhyBO3y-gIn9UC_6NpI4-D3rdSewVNqzcCyr695hHqZpPj3NqbE5vlO3zjBRm24UpYVPqdMZncapZuivOZ48Q/s1600/Picture+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOnE9PLsSJ4Kdihyf6Aw1VIWOTPpJ_PHaTkt5PY7Y2JJy_W6aBwhyBO3y-gIn9UC_6NpI4-D3rdSewVNqzcCyr695hHqZpPj3NqbE5vlO3zjBRm24UpYVPqdMZncapZuivOZ48Q/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586311977787359954" /></a>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-44448669152650444392011-02-06T15:46:00.003-05:002011-02-06T15:55:11.796-05:00The Cult of OprahI'll freely admit - I'm a dewy-eyed fawn in the Cult of Oprah. She's good people. She's done good things. And she just really knows her demographic (dewy-eyed fawns..duh!). When I was 17, I done wrote me a letter to Oprah. And look what I got back. Hey, <a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8pja5XRyn1qdfuiwo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&Expires=1297112065&Signature=SVpJKLRpSFRIWrJjXuaGOWfCalw%3D">it ain't no CAR</a> - but I was thrilled. :) And you know what? I still am! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh929lt7Lzu5XjdhEDSOcBTAsc15ULn__VOQJfU1q-p10s09vDPaCUzLWkBUoYzvkdtR-iRkC6N9QlcF1B6o5OaWPTfAXq5AHw6C1u2rLpiBi6odSOdKmANghBMmUl4aEKkEfycSA/s1600/letter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh929lt7Lzu5XjdhEDSOcBTAsc15ULn__VOQJfU1q-p10s09vDPaCUzLWkBUoYzvkdtR-iRkC6N9QlcF1B6o5OaWPTfAXq5AHw6C1u2rLpiBi6odSOdKmANghBMmUl4aEKkEfycSA/s320/letter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570681360900296866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH1OGhrcVGZ6ZQ14kOTMMDRBYpoGTuT7KWIU1Kkzpn0aYmj4o9VI2NO3fPUknO9DACeycvFkV-t-Er8_qhoOOKN-Nef9N0oogAVHODU2q8ykCPYswg3BKcVGxczOB9DiNVcYaGiA/s1600/oprahpic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH1OGhrcVGZ6ZQ14kOTMMDRBYpoGTuT7KWIU1Kkzpn0aYmj4o9VI2NO3fPUknO9DACeycvFkV-t-Er8_qhoOOKN-Nef9N0oogAVHODU2q8ykCPYswg3BKcVGxczOB9DiNVcYaGiA/s320/oprahpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570681265278586578" /></a>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-26566161883716054882011-01-07T10:34:00.004-05:002011-01-07T10:42:44.032-05:00The Stuff of NightmaresBarring the fact that he's underage, and I'm about *cough* 24, here's why a relationship with me and the Beebs could never work. <br /><br />Justin Bieber + Me = sexually-ambiguous offspring.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYEkx4zi8ukg2yXL_wGaK8C62Cpv6uKHGHqTwYwpzm-o1EMBsX3ecvnZ9m3fVc2I3WOjRQer_uQ3JdFrvYA4cy3MTClrIhECrAtHcuWjuYVAsYaMtG-ub0jGn1C6vqao_Oj0BAgA/s1600/bieber.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559469682977565858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYEkx4zi8ukg2yXL_wGaK8C62Cpv6uKHGHqTwYwpzm-o1EMBsX3ecvnZ9m3fVc2I3WOjRQer_uQ3JdFrvYA4cy3MTClrIhECrAtHcuWjuYVAsYaMtG-ub0jGn1C6vqao_Oj0BAgA/s320/bieber.jpg" border="0" /></a>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-13280820043435296612010-12-06T19:06:00.002-05:002011-01-07T10:47:39.770-05:00Merry Sh*tmasFrom the poop-eating ratdawgs and their prissy seasonal regalia. Heh. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6JHQPQRorZ4HVqpQhYLObt18XkF2XtpdW0YodPFqoHRjc9DsM-mS5acgl1oHIDEbVkoLjpE7lFh6-lnp0CcQURGNk3iMjn-rCHiYOWrjPYqSMbV15tFQUM1Z4H9Aws0ceDUf-Mw/s1600/xmas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6JHQPQRorZ4HVqpQhYLObt18XkF2XtpdW0YodPFqoHRjc9DsM-mS5acgl1oHIDEbVkoLjpE7lFh6-lnp0CcQURGNk3iMjn-rCHiYOWrjPYqSMbV15tFQUM1Z4H9Aws0ceDUf-Mw/s320/xmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547725294540226434" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpHR0iNiYUBvUiekpNt2Qz17K2F33M_zX1aGiUG44LsyVEZFPwf0X90omAj4BNUbNU43brSCJrKgxcaTz1VjjLSBG0Fw8OpxSiX_jc2idmw0G-et0y5CwYWldrfiVBaOQJZAH_w/s1600/xmas2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpHR0iNiYUBvUiekpNt2Qz17K2F33M_zX1aGiUG44LsyVEZFPwf0X90omAj4BNUbNU43brSCJrKgxcaTz1VjjLSBG0Fw8OpxSiX_jc2idmw0G-et0y5CwYWldrfiVBaOQJZAH_w/s320/xmas2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547725511432808178" /></a>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-13824057765789097612010-11-30T20:25:00.003-05:002010-11-30T20:29:38.176-05:00HOLY BALLS!Remember me?<br /><br />Not sure if you heard, but I'm 35 now.<br />How'd that happen?<br />Oh well - pass the cake. <br />Me and Scott did the tango with food poisoning for my birthday. So that was fun. He had it way worse than me though. He was violently ill. I'm talkin' firehose. <br />Both ends. <br />You're welcome.<br /><br />We're better now though. Turns out the day we sicked off from work, there was some freezing rain that halted life as we know it for a major city. Good god, how embarassing are we? <a href="http://www.westmountexaminer.com/Opinion/Columns/2010-11-29/article-2001955/Ten-tips-for-icy-sidewalk-navigation/1">Here's what I wrote about it. </a><br /><br />Hope you're well!N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-2230192391473882762010-11-06T14:07:00.005-04:002010-11-06T14:16:05.444-04:00Remember.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIdKbwzgFmICpbh2-DWgGsTbFK2ILQ2IqZZPkzB6S6oJiJqLMY-Em0Mi5nzdNIECcnX5KcG4XavSJVI97XyJrbQwYAjyImG3YiZIMK83RFN67lcE22kilYIy50bj40-Jm08eViA/s1600/poppy.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIdKbwzgFmICpbh2-DWgGsTbFK2ILQ2IqZZPkzB6S6oJiJqLMY-Em0Mi5nzdNIECcnX5KcG4XavSJVI97XyJrbQwYAjyImG3YiZIMK83RFN67lcE22kilYIy50bj40-Jm08eViA/s320/poppy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536502151315487810" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></p><p style="line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After my</span></span><a href="http://www.themonitor.ca/Opinion/Columns/2010-11-04/article-1923454/Don%26rsquo%3Bt-deny-our-veterans/1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Remembrance Day</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> article was published last week, I received a really touching e-mail. Thank you for this Cheryl Buckley: </span></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dear Nat,</span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Thanks for your great article entitled 'Don't deny our veterans' printed in this week's Westmount Examiner. Couldn't have said it better myself. I, like you, simply cannot comprehend why any store owner here simply doesn't 'get it' .</span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The significance of the poppy resonates with me as I know it does with thousands and thousands of others at home and overseas. My great uncle Edgar Buckley died at 21 on some bloody field in the Great War 1914-1918, my grandfather Cliff Buckley was too old for overseas duty in WW2 but was a staunch member of the Home Guard in Yorkshire UK; my sons' beloved paternal grandfather Henry Gray, still alive and kicking at 87 in Brockville, Ont, left his family in St Boniface, Manitoba as a bright-eyed young man originally intent on entering the priesthood, to serve and 'do his duty' by becoming a rear tail gunner flying 33 night missions for the RAF out of Lincolnshire UK during WW2; my older son Matthew (31) just finished 4 years in war-torn Afghanistan, working in the field of humanitarian aid and development for various NGOs, very often working closely with various countries' armed forces and ISAF and thankful for their presence. </span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Of maybe some small interest I was taking an Atlas cab a few years ago and the driver was a recent immigrant from Iran. I was wearing a poppy and he asked me what the reason was as he had seen various people in Montreal wearing them. I explained and he became very thoughtful and said he too would then wear a poppy.</span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tragically war goes on and more young men and women, both the armed forces and civilians, are and will be struck down in their prime making the supreme sacrifice. The poppy is a potent reminder for us to reflect and remember...and to thank our veterans.</span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Thanks Nat. Have a good day.</span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Best regards,</span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p style=" line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:11px;"><span style=" line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cheryl Buckley</span></b></span></span></p><div><br /></div></span>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-11203173788129502552010-10-24T10:17:00.004-04:002010-10-24T10:22:49.220-04:00Tips Tips Tips<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">A while ago - friends were visiting from Toronto. We found ourselves in Old Montreal for a quick bite to eat. The experience we had at a particular restaurant really soured us. Read my exchange with the owner of the place: </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">_______________________</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">October 10th, 2010</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Hi - </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I brought some out of town friends to your restaurant in Old Montreal for a bite yesterday afternoon (Sat. Oct 9th - around 3:30 pm). First time we'd been there. I had paid and left, waiting for my friend outside. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">She came out and told me when she was paying, the waitress would not give her her change back, saying, "I'm sorry I can't do that. You have to tip 15%". My friend had every intention of doing so - she wanted to get her change back first and then give the tip from that. She tipped and came out flabberghasted. Not to mention a little embarrassed. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Never in my life have I heard of wait staff demanding a tip. I've heard of gratuity being added to a bill for large groups, but that 15% has always been based on the standard of service. Furthermore, we ALWAYS leave the standard 15% (and more if it was exceptional service). It's just that being asked for it is extremely bad form. Holding back a customer's change is unbelievably unprofessional. Had I heard this conversation, I would have taken my tip back based on that alone.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The entire incident really soured me on ever going back or taking friends there - it was such a surprise and honestly, really off-putting. Are you aware that this is going on? Is this standard practice for your wait staff? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Thanks for taking the time to read this.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">__________</span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">October 22, 2010 </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">dear Nat</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">sorry for the problem and the delay.first let me tell some facts:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">- waiters pay taxes on tips wheter they get tip or not.let say they sell 1000 they have to declare between 80 and 150 in income whether the client gives it or not</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">-sometimes a north american gives 35% tip and it is fine for him and a table of french people spend 100$ , give 25 cent of tip and think they are so cool</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">So my hard working waiter are stucked between those 2 worlds</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">and they have to pay their bills also </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">So let me invite you and your friends next time you are in old montreal</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">_______________</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">October 24 </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Thanks for the explanation - though, having friends in the service industry, I do know about the tax on tips. It sucks, I agree. And I definitely feel for wait staff. They work hard. And no - not everyone tips appropriately. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">My point was the poor way in which it was handled. Physically holding back a customer's money, saying "I'm sorry, I can't do that. You have to pay 15% tip." It was just very bad customer service - especially to someone who had never been to your restaurant (and who had planned to pay the tip, too!). The 15% should at least be indicated on the menu as a 'suggestion' with an explanation like the one you have just given me. Then I think more people would be apt to understand. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Personally, I always appreciate and reward good service with at least 15% and above. But the fact that this waitress right out demanded 15% was very poor form. Had it been me, I would have taken back my tip then and there. It soured me on ever going back - or bringing friends to be quite honest.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">But thank you for replying - I do appreciate the time you took to do that. I just felt you should know how it felt from a first-time customer perspective. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div></span></div>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-12732756550731926912010-09-18T22:14:00.003-04:002010-09-18T22:18:26.742-04:00My New WebsiteJust wanted to take a moment to welcome you to a new website I've launched. It's still a work in progress (so be kind) - but I'm really proud of what it's becoming. It's why I've been so busy this summer. <div><br /></div><div>I wanted to build a website that was a portal for Montreal dog owners - that had everything they need in one place. And thus: <a href="http://www.montrealdogblog.com">Montreal Dog Blog</a> was born! It's really a collaborative effort: my very own vet is on board, answering your questions - so is a great local trainer. I enlisted a dedicated team of bloggers too, who keep adding interesting and unique dog-related content. It's really an awesome team effort and I'm so proud of it so far! And excited of what it can become. </div><div><br /></div><div>Come visit - and keep coming back. Content is always new and it will keep changing as we work out the kinks. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.montrealdogblog.com">www.montrealdogblog.com </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-78369563928807577352010-09-14T19:30:00.001-04:002010-09-14T19:32:40.950-04:00Strange BrewIt's almost sad of me to post just this one thing, seeing as how I've got a poopload of pics still to show you from the summer. But - just to brighten your internet cruising - I now present to you a photo I took of a menu when we were in Maine. <br /><br />Methinks I NEVER want to try this beer or go to this town:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1sj_jdVWfPo65qQ0hEW0oOh45U68SzXnV_fWdHjsMQzLJuTXGxz8leW4-lZ_yr5Eh-_7SvDGAezUZzOxz_xzeQsXQzUTtvRuprV9r_QZWh0bySfMVF_K2MZwsJuoSbeBqpmtXpw/s1600/tainttown.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1sj_jdVWfPo65qQ0hEW0oOh45U68SzXnV_fWdHjsMQzLJuTXGxz8leW4-lZ_yr5Eh-_7SvDGAezUZzOxz_xzeQsXQzUTtvRuprV9r_QZWh0bySfMVF_K2MZwsJuoSbeBqpmtXpw/s320/tainttown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516916049364189170" /></a>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-17198895015525658432010-08-05T18:24:00.006-04:002010-08-05T18:37:18.360-04:00Knick Knack Paddy Whack...I was investigating the leak under the bathroom sink. So, I pulled all the stuff <span style="font-style:italic;">under</span> the sink out onto the tile floor. It seems somebody found this rather profitable. If he only knew how much more of a sissy boy this made him look. <br /><br />Definitely not an effective endorsement for leakage protection.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVlr6AeVfQkG2Jh7nkpHwWcUKQFrmn0jTw2lSMYdi6JlQM4B-1a36HxzgBOjiZi_fUWxaGQG7akEU4sjhWyraVoJwxSH6djNjQFqed1XGKXS5cw-kr7LnXhKAZwUdX5HSCeuH04w/s1600/reggie4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVlr6AeVfQkG2Jh7nkpHwWcUKQFrmn0jTw2lSMYdi6JlQM4B-1a36HxzgBOjiZi_fUWxaGQG7akEU4sjhWyraVoJwxSH6djNjQFqed1XGKXS5cw-kr7LnXhKAZwUdX5HSCeuH04w/s320/reggie4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502055976504408898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT0bAfuA86MbJ20lJxyf0D6aKGQxdAOvMhq_MWqEreyfKapYfwtJvcVTg5bif9Ws-ytp-WERKTuctCB0CaHApWbPLUofk-IlNPk0Rb2k3HNNYT8OgSMoRc-OXI_1PG9Lc4qZTaNQ/s1600/reggie2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT0bAfuA86MbJ20lJxyf0D6aKGQxdAOvMhq_MWqEreyfKapYfwtJvcVTg5bif9Ws-ytp-WERKTuctCB0CaHApWbPLUofk-IlNPk0Rb2k3HNNYT8OgSMoRc-OXI_1PG9Lc4qZTaNQ/s320/reggie2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502055711966190930" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBSOrs0Dmu-CcXOFQakkXI8kbmOZUMzsAoO9NfaHuooXGE9J9X9utuo4E9vnwQ_e9H0pw6s7Mzgcxf9FkzF2PDgrTEO61EKYyADVfRVBi6bRIo9oOPXglBymnzxErv60y16IuUw/s1600/reggie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBSOrs0Dmu-CcXOFQakkXI8kbmOZUMzsAoO9NfaHuooXGE9J9X9utuo4E9vnwQ_e9H0pw6s7Mzgcxf9FkzF2PDgrTEO61EKYyADVfRVBi6bRIo9oOPXglBymnzxErv60y16IuUw/s320/reggie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502056108021070098" /></a>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-85781445162940216702010-07-17T20:02:00.023-04:002010-07-18T22:04:41.496-04:00Kennebunkport, Maine: Part OneBy popular demand....okay, by popular demand of my friends Val and Mike. Some shots from our trip to Kennebunkport, Maine.<br /><br />First of all, we stayed at a KICK ASS place called<a href="http://www.cabotcovecottages.com/"> Cabot Cove Cottages. </a>They are kind of a B&B without the aggravating<span style="font-style:italic;"> being-in-someone's-home </span>side of things. And the awkward<span style="font-style:italic;"> having-to-share-bathrooms-and-dining-spaces-with-strangers-I-don't-want-to-talk-to </span>side of things too. You catch my drift. No, I am not a B&B kinda gal.<br /><br />At Cabot Cove - you have your very own cottage, complete with all the fixin's. Everything from dishware to utensils, toasters, goats, hairdryers - you name it.<br /><br />We stayed in 'Sweet Dreams'. Here she is:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9-gUfABv5uVdTAVBONAySx8vGXAuMPXhXmEcQyXVXI1yq0fFMQ4Qk1nKSeSeZ1NtPqAVNlkVALeSDIijeR62KRugiUoKludhRmKfigek-skJEd4fn4Fg1EQbq_OZmErF2S-JdQ/s1600/sweetdreams.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9-gUfABv5uVdTAVBONAySx8vGXAuMPXhXmEcQyXVXI1yq0fFMQ4Qk1nKSeSeZ1NtPqAVNlkVALeSDIijeR62KRugiUoKludhRmKfigek-skJEd4fn4Fg1EQbq_OZmErF2S-JdQ/s320/sweetdreams.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495405250111743570" /></a><br /><br />Pretty tiny right? But check out her guts!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitSEvNu9fwY0zBZmcWXZzieoWHnThk9tQSY2K8rE8X9086VrFXbOI9XpdiDCs9bk9y7t7lVIT4Goz1WoxSdJ0MEPCvxzlelxHp89_91d92ULAaIu1k6T-MZEPTjLQJ6KeKFVSssQ/s1600/sweetdreamsinside.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitSEvNu9fwY0zBZmcWXZzieoWHnThk9tQSY2K8rE8X9086VrFXbOI9XpdiDCs9bk9y7t7lVIT4Goz1WoxSdJ0MEPCvxzlelxHp89_91d92ULAaIu1k6T-MZEPTjLQJ6KeKFVSssQ/s320/sweetdreamsinside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495405646949366338" /></a><br /><br />K, I'm sort of lying because this was taken with a wide angle lens. But you catch the drift. The interior was decorated amazingly. Really detailed touches to make you feel like you are by the sea!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsD_NsfC-N6Emzhf55JMXL-yp0GIwsB2BQgEcVO73g4O6rjQd51V8JjaNoYi0vxk_IScPZ7sb8fQsuGbiXXI0IStXYc_2f3Ss4nmoLVw0qGaai82Ww-iQqlh5Fva31R5aBkN7V5A/s1600/sweetdreamsbed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsD_NsfC-N6Emzhf55JMXL-yp0GIwsB2BQgEcVO73g4O6rjQd51V8JjaNoYi0vxk_IScPZ7sb8fQsuGbiXXI0IStXYc_2f3Ss4nmoLVw0qGaai82Ww-iQqlh5Fva31R5aBkN7V5A/s320/sweetdreamsbed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495406142566617954" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> Weirdos in mirror = professional.</span></i></b></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMRxNhiv1a6GNBbEyaNTCKMX1gAOD32NbVL2dP-UVfcHB1hVBuAZSa0bdqQ3wdFPc_V4I-aVbwFI0chwUJFo73cctsc8JiveoUJ2TaN8LPZiFYKlUUKnYtYiDcSeub1ysuVR51kw/s1600/bathroom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMRxNhiv1a6GNBbEyaNTCKMX1gAOD32NbVL2dP-UVfcHB1hVBuAZSa0bdqQ3wdFPc_V4I-aVbwFI0chwUJFo73cctsc8JiveoUJ2TaN8LPZiFYKlUUKnYtYiDcSeub1ysuVR51kw/s320/bathroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495406461856900722" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-size:small;"><br /></span></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">toilet seat up for pic = all class.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><br /></b></span></div>BEST. NAME. FOR. T.P. EVER.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36HhzNEGP_LVlbA69dbDRL1GvDgRS62xqyFTibnD87_IhL_j-pU9hLh6xZJlvx_HUT373ilYGf4vA1n7-fGY0yTe5ncUB9fiiR_FY1XK7Q0OAUSAdhuLoJMa8nkRoe9nod5sKEQ/s1600/torktp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36HhzNEGP_LVlbA69dbDRL1GvDgRS62xqyFTibnD87_IhL_j-pU9hLh6xZJlvx_HUT373ilYGf4vA1n7-fGY0yTe5ncUB9fiiR_FY1XK7Q0OAUSAdhuLoJMa8nkRoe9nod5sKEQ/s320/torktp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495408928155879698" /></a><br /> <b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"> </span></b><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Torque:</span></span></b></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> The moment of a force. </span></span><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Advanced:</span></span></b></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Highly developed or complex.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't know what kinda poops people are taking there in Maine, but they seem to really require extra special care. </span></span></b><br /><br />Here are some pics of the grounds:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCBHNKe-y5QmcA87IIte2z3-Kvu0ywX0LTJOYrVIuf4XMMRIVywsPO403EMiT6lx3IbG_sL_DVFRu6nvHyamhVYnnTeULDxhUyPhzoJwav2Yo4iYKQxdwC_H8o5vYm8_65iTNSg/s1600/sweetdreamshood.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCBHNKe-y5QmcA87IIte2z3-Kvu0ywX0LTJOYrVIuf4XMMRIVywsPO403EMiT6lx3IbG_sL_DVFRu6nvHyamhVYnnTeULDxhUyPhzoJwav2Yo4iYKQxdwC_H8o5vYm8_65iTNSg/s320/sweetdreamshood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495407076862452306" /></a><br /><br />The dock with kayaks you can use if it strikes yer fancy:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkTntPos_FTgNegQWBLBBEpf19711jIUDpVzVz1jAPfAgvnoKW3FlLtniwOUnMekA3_xCAurx3ZEyQaeGDzdMS0AjgTdGYl3Ngzj-aUgsJGC93tJLREKZqxkZQebe2e8x2rBHT7Q/s1600/sweetdreamsdock.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkTntPos_FTgNegQWBLBBEpf19711jIUDpVzVz1jAPfAgvnoKW3FlLtniwOUnMekA3_xCAurx3ZEyQaeGDzdMS0AjgTdGYl3Ngzj-aUgsJGC93tJLREKZqxkZQebe2e8x2rBHT7Q/s320/sweetdreamsdock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495407494180632434" /></a><br /><br />Every morning at 8:30 sharp, they leave a 'breakfast bag' on your door - with a note about things you can do on that day!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8x0Ed_hi_SO8sLqbWM06yJG28zPFvrf4s5HrgxnJQE4J8RJ6cty5jcnZqGTS31R1wP970xf4TEJI9CiueS7aXZ9eu2r3mQb7TO8yTwLQkfM0H4Ntq6ee2FB4pO9SyBVsfQb5ug/s1600/breafastbag.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8x0Ed_hi_SO8sLqbWM06yJG28zPFvrf4s5HrgxnJQE4J8RJ6cty5jcnZqGTS31R1wP970xf4TEJI9CiueS7aXZ9eu2r3mQb7TO8yTwLQkfM0H4Ntq6ee2FB4pO9SyBVsfQb5ug/s320/breafastbag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495409390518182850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5CnJsDP0NXQbDIl_kbRx6mQQn3R_ALmCmWhzFrIFW273fL3aQKogFYMFUKnFqDTqu_7bfHh7OOwjm5a3oV8eSU-adTHQAnKB1WO4HstU1f_KsdPp7w0YtO4NtjpaJ164s-MRV5w/s1600/breakfast.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5CnJsDP0NXQbDIl_kbRx6mQQn3R_ALmCmWhzFrIFW273fL3aQKogFYMFUKnFqDTqu_7bfHh7OOwjm5a3oV8eSU-adTHQAnKB1WO4HstU1f_KsdPp7w0YtO4NtjpaJ164s-MRV5w/s320/breakfast.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495409518497291794" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br />We loved our little pad so much, we spent some time on our front porch. I call this one <span style="font-style:italic;">"you kids git offa my lawn":</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSEoRICwLlKGMUnqDpmmarOy_F79h-mtXZH82-ShWvkxm_QpBo1GG8ORWkMz-Cm-wyCmUjY08mxOQGDWgSDgOTnn_WZDwrhJOalT59sdyKwbXNThMoKAzzHv_HNFo5oixVrVdCyw/s1600/porch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSEoRICwLlKGMUnqDpmmarOy_F79h-mtXZH82-ShWvkxm_QpBo1GG8ORWkMz-Cm-wyCmUjY08mxOQGDWgSDgOTnn_WZDwrhJOalT59sdyKwbXNThMoKAzzHv_HNFo5oixVrVdCyw/s320/porch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495411882643387938" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglQkZuLyC6db1vrH7YB4f7dPCRMMZwKd8N_TcntGIjz7tX5b_BHrrNulq_K1MDwP-d9yUtTIbOATXmd4awltPTpOdq5Q4CJantPXQI1vmqgSv29Qt_zivIHMMrDavILFQ5q33aw/s1600/porchsnack.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglQkZuLyC6db1vrH7YB4f7dPCRMMZwKd8N_TcntGIjz7tX5b_BHrrNulq_K1MDwP-d9yUtTIbOATXmd4awltPTpOdq5Q4CJantPXQI1vmqgSv29Qt_zivIHMMrDavILFQ5q33aw/s320/porchsnack.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495412722162141026" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is some $2 cheese we bought at a little store. FYI: "$2 Cheese" was also my stripper name. I wasn't that popular, as exemplified by the below photo:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZARLYhLERdN4lAf4NGeBxlbymn9-3U0bfGNmK1AJREJioSYxz88MICzsY4CKTck4DtcvpmCQUeuMsNlaEmm5BZ6BxzPRNzSMXpRxvRfxRMUedvXLzUII1lVZ4DvXwzlYc7y80w/s1600/zoolander2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZARLYhLERdN4lAf4NGeBxlbymn9-3U0bfGNmK1AJREJioSYxz88MICzsY4CKTck4DtcvpmCQUeuMsNlaEmm5BZ6BxzPRNzSMXpRxvRfxRMUedvXLzUII1lVZ4DvXwzlYc7y80w/s320/zoolander2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495416252051282866" /></a><br /><div>And with that - the end of the Cabot Cove pics. I'll have more Maine pics in my next post!</div><div><br /><br /></div>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-33842955829666769632010-07-15T10:01:00.007-04:002010-07-15T10:11:34.717-04:00Roof FoodLooks like the roof food experiment is chugging along as it should: <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">red not-so-cherry tomatoes:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikldY48-YhYz4TdSQwvBDE3ofSWvlnLzQhjKBX_KCDdTxdRn-rC3Q2sByXjltNOtqF5BK4hwXdhl6GW0X3emLm-A662BEr785gRJ6X7QbLngujNzVEi9JqhVRtss-d8UJCOUOFPg/s1600/tomato.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikldY48-YhYz4TdSQwvBDE3ofSWvlnLzQhjKBX_KCDdTxdRn-rC3Q2sByXjltNOtqF5BK4hwXdhl6GW0X3emLm-A662BEr785gRJ6X7QbLngujNzVEi9JqhVRtss-d8UJCOUOFPg/s320/tomato.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494134922950523794" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">yellow cherry tomatoes:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0z42IIPV2cV87-uP8buD2iewr3M77_AEGNiGpXuQjUvJQZ6AOI9r3af14xWEUWaffPAZJzHcC-vmlsjC-UuqqRma1pLZl4OhaT1XWqaPFAiYMcK6MlPveYj4oK2QIwXtVMCsijw/s1600/yeller.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0z42IIPV2cV87-uP8buD2iewr3M77_AEGNiGpXuQjUvJQZ6AOI9r3af14xWEUWaffPAZJzHcC-vmlsjC-UuqqRma1pLZl4OhaT1XWqaPFAiYMcK6MlPveYj4oK2QIwXtVMCsijw/s320/yeller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494134724106143346" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">jalapeno peppers:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjguQoFpVeu0o5UwKsrZ3XOgXWYqtNa1vD5ERZ-yHObW-ZXLjfxrZ1SGCNINR9b9c971R161_QNRyV_piY1u3sj1GlfIytVViSLe3GkPnMAnyJgcjenqaZ-FBNDyoJ05jdREv7NlQ/s1600/pepper.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjguQoFpVeu0o5UwKsrZ3XOgXWYqtNa1vD5ERZ-yHObW-ZXLjfxrZ1SGCNINR9b9c971R161_QNRyV_piY1u3sj1GlfIytVViSLe3GkPnMAnyJgcjenqaZ-FBNDyoJ05jdREv7NlQ/s320/pepper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494134651750430034" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">little cuke phallus:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWa1ZcuU5DM4OWPPQLpaUEcXxFPZ6XnNHKUZ01ouPor0gpgqMbpIkSx1j5m49BWfwTKTOclUh9L6zPqdXBnSEh56JvOmxEJBkvbxofPHIifGsP52HfW4bV9kdaGICFxqXpHXjvng/s1600/cuke.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWa1ZcuU5DM4OWPPQLpaUEcXxFPZ6XnNHKUZ01ouPor0gpgqMbpIkSx1j5m49BWfwTKTOclUh9L6zPqdXBnSEh56JvOmxEJBkvbxofPHIifGsP52HfW4bV9kdaGICFxqXpHXjvng/s320/cuke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494134385675810530" /></a>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-59580761632898948632010-07-12T09:48:00.026-04:002010-07-12T10:24:40.946-04:00Summer SnapsThe weekend of St. Jean Baptiste, I went to visit a couplea boys I know in Quebec City. Here are the boys in question. One is named Bruce. One is named Calvin. I'll let you figure it out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBkEVtW6cEaxFcPtHlKmgj_9_e7a85-JldJg-GSwyWp2CEbVL96lArUAbS_B2TdEUiT1V0nQYiX931R9xyM0NigclAvnjYqDhXjjIaav5fRwKaiMzdK0PZAZ3FYpVRS3KPjE9IA/s1600/brucecal3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBkEVtW6cEaxFcPtHlKmgj_9_e7a85-JldJg-GSwyWp2CEbVL96lArUAbS_B2TdEUiT1V0nQYiX931R9xyM0NigclAvnjYqDhXjjIaav5fRwKaiMzdK0PZAZ3FYpVRS3KPjE9IA/s320/brucecal3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493017292657949106" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">One of them likes having his picture taken. The other one doesn't. I'll let you figure it out. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRWkemxDxFwop2mtJTo5R1jdVFuQRgxZX2pEQwK8sk0H9UXVahyphenhyphenr2cXGHBxFcUrXhVQnhuTA1ILFMhoRqRaDUhSGX-4WJoX2A0Si6VHB1JwVd3hDRw0sTLtJjHe5fuTVYH2lRRKA/s1600/calcute.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRWkemxDxFwop2mtJTo5R1jdVFuQRgxZX2pEQwK8sk0H9UXVahyphenhyphenr2cXGHBxFcUrXhVQnhuTA1ILFMhoRqRaDUhSGX-4WJoX2A0Si6VHB1JwVd3hDRw0sTLtJjHe5fuTVYH2lRRKA/s320/calcute.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493017768734995410" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPGVgsv7crYQzmPB0BHLklxD_k7CL_ygyBOe29Ho7k13XOxVhptNhwA0koQcMa56Mdc46udo8UJYjxkmue5ukU8NoFogVIiAxRFBxMhiy2vTpK2-owQq5dwADPm9IGwyeaNQyvaw/s1600/calknuckled.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPGVgsv7crYQzmPB0BHLklxD_k7CL_ygyBOe29Ho7k13XOxVhptNhwA0koQcMa56Mdc46udo8UJYjxkmue5ukU8NoFogVIiAxRFBxMhiy2vTpK2-owQq5dwADPm9IGwyeaNQyvaw/s320/calknuckled.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493018023305437026" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQeYwL9fReeTwWdBAamdZ8euqIO2NdNI5yiy2ebzDWuVxEiXEwN0PvjjXeSJDpdMSh5iEawyq3qlAuwvIMDKWghFeXJdgdUEWQ2bZfvf9kcroHlOMuLBtT2AmnD68wRsb4OYU3BQ/s1600/IMG_6101.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQeYwL9fReeTwWdBAamdZ8euqIO2NdNI5yiy2ebzDWuVxEiXEwN0PvjjXeSJDpdMSh5iEawyq3qlAuwvIMDKWghFeXJdgdUEWQ2bZfvf9kcroHlOMuLBtT2AmnD68wRsb4OYU3BQ/s320/IMG_6101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493018719113146370" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8u-dYZIRmiI5h2ncMm4xPh0FMndaw5XvUK16HLlYLYT7MXyPDIvn3lV2Hat7L4eciCjn0NsAsXVn58nduob_TftELEGH3ANi64ydNneRvWH2NZbFVICEqNsMpT6jVYV5Z7Ijug/s1600/IMG_6066.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8u-dYZIRmiI5h2ncMm4xPh0FMndaw5XvUK16HLlYLYT7MXyPDIvn3lV2Hat7L4eciCjn0NsAsXVn58nduob_TftELEGH3ANi64ydNneRvWH2NZbFVICEqNsMpT6jVYV5Z7Ijug/s320/IMG_6066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493018432423858114" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Quebec City is good times. Especially when signs look like they say naughty things:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwuB1kH74LZzoFdoQDNl8cB0CTb1HAsIrkdeILobSxTkpvRXVnJ4opipjEPn1CTI19lzEVJjRML4x1ZioEcjRMpRdNN9Gi42Kr24EPqY2lb2cIEbBNIJHi4e3Z9pNkG867v22XXQ/s1600/le+fart.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwuB1kH74LZzoFdoQDNl8cB0CTb1HAsIrkdeILobSxTkpvRXVnJ4opipjEPn1CTI19lzEVJjRML4x1ZioEcjRMpRdNN9Gi42Kr24EPqY2lb2cIEbBNIJHi4e3Z9pNkG867v22XXQ/s320/le+fart.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493019184416638754" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Just because I enjoy the title:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhNxzeGkWFIW33Nro2uCtqAyVOLOJfxELc-FRY5ARsbKxc8FyQPtnxS4RVseONPlUq-aoirkW3QSsgUXdsSJtyb7VGibJi3q07gzzGdjxHQvuOyVsHBZin8gc41MuAFvVE_DPRA/s1600/record.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhNxzeGkWFIW33Nro2uCtqAyVOLOJfxELc-FRY5ARsbKxc8FyQPtnxS4RVseONPlUq-aoirkW3QSsgUXdsSJtyb7VGibJi3q07gzzGdjxHQvuOyVsHBZin8gc41MuAFvVE_DPRA/s320/record.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493019556918093442" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-weight:bold;">Can you spot the bad translation?</span></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8clEmzz_PQWm8sWStqTnUJWI9dAScCBRd_hEe8_PKgbayXmJqtMQvsymaCRbUC-INDA5UJDQLGnlnQSqLfvh2L9o53q_cHbRXDu1QS_iFe3f9SomQtBC6IPYllObzYuPYfHY3Uw/s1600/menu.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8clEmzz_PQWm8sWStqTnUJWI9dAScCBRd_hEe8_PKgbayXmJqtMQvsymaCRbUC-INDA5UJDQLGnlnQSqLfvh2L9o53q_cHbRXDu1QS_iFe3f9SomQtBC6IPYllObzYuPYfHY3Uw/s320/menu.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493019783425979762" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Chateau Frontenac:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5APmj5iku_hY8XFbxnH4ogVx7VOUB6DgwA_Qv_AzuP4scWyS7SXa9yCvW2f1ePIJ3JKnPh3OwGJs6NrACgHgdw_YcFjagFTnqEQu10pQaFf-f7VnCG3vayObMgryA-Rl9PePyjw/s1600/front.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5APmj5iku_hY8XFbxnH4ogVx7VOUB6DgwA_Qv_AzuP4scWyS7SXa9yCvW2f1ePIJ3JKnPh3OwGJs6NrACgHgdw_YcFjagFTnqEQu10pQaFf-f7VnCG3vayObMgryA-Rl9PePyjw/s320/front.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493020044792100802" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Old City:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyVzketajOgTy_CU39ssAOQQ6kVnIMeIqkNlndZwmGf5EN-z8O_GZKOXHcM5BJ8Gpj1FmVMtPfS8PCEy7ayYSC4I0OMBj1Hq1Cx9WmI2yCqwDQe1AfK5BJ7gPUphnW7b_Uyj7nVg/s1600/oldcity.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyVzketajOgTy_CU39ssAOQQ6kVnIMeIqkNlndZwmGf5EN-z8O_GZKOXHcM5BJ8Gpj1FmVMtPfS8PCEy7ayYSC4I0OMBj1Hq1Cx9WmI2yCqwDQe1AfK5BJ7gPUphnW7b_Uyj7nVg/s320/oldcity.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493020172231377730" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Kick-ass Grafitti:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGV2uBc4v4AljTzIfmy-2Cukra7Ox_5U1joPxSqZquH2Agj3Z36CauyfZxncUuDlxHVnijkrMvb7M_Qncz6uE1xMx8nJL4YjpZtp_CjbMpYqYrd1gZZL_hNj10l1Yerzrd4jNnEA/s1600/graffiti2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGV2uBc4v4AljTzIfmy-2Cukra7Ox_5U1joPxSqZquH2Agj3Z36CauyfZxncUuDlxHVnijkrMvb7M_Qncz6uE1xMx8nJL4YjpZtp_CjbMpYqYrd1gZZL_hNj10l1Yerzrd4jNnEA/s320/graffiti2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493020285553513426" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Chair Art:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBGzAvFxTTowT44NVVBXnoYkE0xupsj8nXdwHFj8zVRUYpvyJMlDREmPxA6hP1KhjMRayys-AdluAIz_H-PVGhsi8sQP2UD7KcwZwjuD7ZbFXDZ0uC2UJOUrvkFoYVcS56_NIPg/s1600/chairs.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBGzAvFxTTowT44NVVBXnoYkE0xupsj8nXdwHFj8zVRUYpvyJMlDREmPxA6hP1KhjMRayys-AdluAIz_H-PVGhsi8sQP2UD7KcwZwjuD7ZbFXDZ0uC2UJOUrvkFoYVcS56_NIPg/s320/chairs.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493022128537396290" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The view from my bedroom.</span> This is the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89difice_Price">Price Building.</a> Do you see the top part of it? The Quebec Premier lives there when he is in town. It made me crazy because I reeeeeeally wanted to see inside! It looks so cool.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEd1dsmhdL-UhgMBmHNmyQc1lpJzG_JsM-198BYKHXgmxDF_ebSezpZ157gPc9Wi__uWc-07VWOpW2gSHxxSesNngYlsIxj4SSoJ52RIJGvdArxX6Haeqsn_86j1WqoBcrjgz6og/s1600/bedroomview.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEd1dsmhdL-UhgMBmHNmyQc1lpJzG_JsM-198BYKHXgmxDF_ebSezpZ157gPc9Wi__uWc-07VWOpW2gSHxxSesNngYlsIxj4SSoJ52RIJGvdArxX6Haeqsn_86j1WqoBcrjgz6og/s320/bedroomview.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493020444301574082" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Self portrait:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pTGkzOyO8VHsX4eC5tqK28SM1vxNhYyiVQQV2grRMlHP1r6Szc42MhmKuVw3F8YcS5kyKRoyMCyrHzH6pZYUyuxAtvtYTTp3FYBk_YAVJ4_10CRtmc3Sw0QfhA7sDG4iOYD4Pg/s1600/IMG_6098.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pTGkzOyO8VHsX4eC5tqK28SM1vxNhYyiVQQV2grRMlHP1r6Szc42MhmKuVw3F8YcS5kyKRoyMCyrHzH6pZYUyuxAtvtYTTp3FYBk_YAVJ4_10CRtmc3Sw0QfhA7sDG4iOYD4Pg/s320/IMG_6098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493021633918334594" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Me and my roomie (he slept with me every night, the trollop!)</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0yycZ2fO29Kj4fwlAs__3mL8WmLaTiPYIFw5xpL4pjGLRK-HSOYdvWZfdgT4zgDbM6j-vQq4NCDCvbW812mJ2VTf_0vzMmt2wbE56i_gOjpcXXe1LUL7HgXRkxCIlmAQpKIXwQA/s1600/calme2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0yycZ2fO29Kj4fwlAs__3mL8WmLaTiPYIFw5xpL4pjGLRK-HSOYdvWZfdgT4zgDbM6j-vQq4NCDCvbW812mJ2VTf_0vzMmt2wbE56i_gOjpcXXe1LUL7HgXRkxCIlmAQpKIXwQA/s320/calme2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493025326696739586" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Poop duty (<span style="font-style:italic;">not exclusive to Quebec City</span>):</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yvX87EiyGBXDrdsUmwDj_l7ssaOzJ7EkTBeGAng1KOlcOKnilv-QIaVQy_dO7cIkv0-WagJjgqxSHrgMrlLDc7b6LV9LDhFhAZE8zzrt6aaQG7o97iS41xlL1TUDSLbZ_K7EPA/s1600/poopduty.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yvX87EiyGBXDrdsUmwDj_l7ssaOzJ7EkTBeGAng1KOlcOKnilv-QIaVQy_dO7cIkv0-WagJjgqxSHrgMrlLDc7b6LV9LDhFhAZE8zzrt6aaQG7o97iS41xlL1TUDSLbZ_K7EPA/s320/poopduty.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493021896387554322" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Bye fellers! Thanks for the great stay!!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju82v1O4RJe7Y0ArpfQnm4R1MNumAKBc_A85UeAA6mk_tfxU-R1ZlTTgwxxvFAAKT0wz80nVsVrdGMYXL7cLMdYNuGJsZ7u3byQTbK4W00Rfw3Fu3WAEFCRXunQIljdcM7V78k9g/s1600/brucecalback.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju82v1O4RJe7Y0ArpfQnm4R1MNumAKBc_A85UeAA6mk_tfxU-R1ZlTTgwxxvFAAKT0wz80nVsVrdGMYXL7cLMdYNuGJsZ7u3byQTbK4W00Rfw3Fu3WAEFCRXunQIljdcM7V78k9g/s320/brucecalback.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493022359171964882" /></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b> </b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"> "eff off beeyatch"</span></b></span></i><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Next up, Kennebunkport, Maine....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-35720353399261890742010-07-11T18:54:00.002-04:002010-07-11T19:13:33.455-04:00What grossed me out todayToday I tried to write my latest offering for <a href="http://www.themonitor.ca/">The Monitor</a> and I kept getting distracted by Lorne Greene's Wild Kingdom outside my window. <div><br /></div><div>You know those flying ants (<a href="http://natlauzon.blogspot.com/2006/05/tales-from-transit-episode-21.html">remember this guy</a>? He doesn't). Well, I saw a couple of those bastards get stuck in a spider web right outside my window. Then I watched the spider come down, lasso 'em and drain their innards. Ergh. I was simultaneously disgusted and amazed. I also felt some strange sort of pull to rescue the ants from the web. But I didn't. Mostly because it was too far to reach and also because, <i>eew ants </i>and<i> eew spiders. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>For some reason, <i>a lot</i> of these ants kept getting snared by the web. And I started to get kinda ticked at the spider. I mean, seriously - do you really need ALL of those guys? Then I thought <i>Holy balls, why are there so many big-ass flying ants around here? Maybe it's okay if a few of them get 'et.</i> And just as I was thinking it, the hugest mothership of a wasp I've ever seen darted in and snatched the spider right outta his web. BARF!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Then I tried to tell Scott about it and he got mad at me because he was eating.</div><div><br /></div><div>Heh. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now - I realize I've been slacking off on my summer blogging - and I DO have pics to share from the summer so far - so come on back real soon, y'hear? I'm gonna force you to watch my 2 hour long vacation slide presentation and you're going to love it, dammit.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div></div>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-8359032087130573532010-06-16T20:27:00.007-04:002010-06-16T20:47:00.450-04:00Beer + Dogs + Camera = blog post<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHTHqco2Jyi2aMCMXRQvE2yNHv0eodL2__C4FwWnlhrLp_Iq2uU6sschnk_2LOLtI1lJ-ckRUvea-EcvpP2Qi-h0LCsPHU6ZXPpy8sfsaNNnQo-6dctN66ZwCgI2seTsGh4lswg/s1600/IMG_7920.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHTHqco2Jyi2aMCMXRQvE2yNHv0eodL2__C4FwWnlhrLp_Iq2uU6sschnk_2LOLtI1lJ-ckRUvea-EcvpP2Qi-h0LCsPHU6ZXPpy8sfsaNNnQo-6dctN66ZwCgI2seTsGh4lswg/s320/IMG_7920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483536081313578562" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Pc3hT8qSTLr_QrSu0m1YUmSfqBmZ_nM5JY0jRs75rnYO8LAT_9VBKKazrPE9jLh8zAbLa30hFvv1nu5i8hSeXnBKumlrcPk_WptkRb9My4jFzlGMuPCPARGzRH2N8nGWvFblBA/s1600/IMG_7919.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Pc3hT8qSTLr_QrSu0m1YUmSfqBmZ_nM5JY0jRs75rnYO8LAT_9VBKKazrPE9jLh8zAbLa30hFvv1nu5i8hSeXnBKumlrcPk_WptkRb9My4jFzlGMuPCPARGzRH2N8nGWvFblBA/s320/IMG_7919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483535723651938994" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_n3reRQRllhONMI6iYwPTOp316g__ZOxOnAtn6Cg22q2iAJFERJJitwkhOBTRLx2KxqTiiNBdlPMgiTjP8d-vnghK8ap1maztFYzHbmxW1kNp0Vld-JCuOWtDoCElk_gY4CR9g/s1600/IMG_7924.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_n3reRQRllhONMI6iYwPTOp316g__ZOxOnAtn6Cg22q2iAJFERJJitwkhOBTRLx2KxqTiiNBdlPMgiTjP8d-vnghK8ap1maztFYzHbmxW1kNp0Vld-JCuOWtDoCElk_gY4CR9g/s320/IMG_7924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483535515559255250" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>"OMG, you was in dat beer glass?!"</b></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjorP6-R087YJaYJptesn3We6t5vwMtpOJmVMLo8jlt6UUAf0XcwyR3JapbcAephgqyY7f5QjAcsAI38slkaXQXAhY5POrLJFVMRs7FrOrDHMEDwxTROf_D0ksODgD4rx1k2rFN1Q/s1600/pups.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjorP6-R087YJaYJptesn3We6t5vwMtpOJmVMLo8jlt6UUAf0XcwyR3JapbcAephgqyY7f5QjAcsAI38slkaXQXAhY5POrLJFVMRs7FrOrDHMEDwxTROf_D0ksODgD4rx1k2rFN1Q/s320/pups.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483535278190083602" /></a>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-36071480923776967692010-06-15T20:37:00.010-04:002010-06-15T21:00:43.060-04:00Now who's gonna cook for me?Once upon a time for 4 years, I hated my kitchen.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate strongly dislike:</span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBxl-59ADse05yD5Msv69kaiIeaECEIA3hK3ypJfrJfrdySqJwuFIjFLiYo5St_6qloTkH6EQrW635NildXklqZ4JVSusSl-WdorKa4TI4aCR1cEK34SxFNrXR8DTfZi6Mj3GQdw/s1600/kitchenoriginal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBxl-59ADse05yD5Msv69kaiIeaECEIA3hK3ypJfrJfrdySqJwuFIjFLiYo5St_6qloTkH6EQrW635NildXklqZ4JVSusSl-WdorKa4TI4aCR1cEK34SxFNrXR8DTfZi6Mj3GQdw/s320/kitchenoriginal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483164967231027602" /></a><br /><br />Then one day, <a href="http://natlauzon.blogspot.com/2010/03/itchin-for-another-kitchen.html">I painted my backsplash</a> to try and minimize the blechhh.<br /><br />Today, I went to work. When I came home from work, I had spiffy new cupboards! (minus 2)<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">l</span></span><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ove love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love strongly like</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">:</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVlrIsJ5uzizIaO4qSBqDIojIKLnEaMoQTlwnr5o7U6MFF4tmy3IMDecUCJw18uzmxcN3JaUF83dXXk_n9MJEjrCLTQyNH5UMN3MYKgC8mvRF7nTiC51QtKkyHRAq2urkpJV-Vww/s1600/kitchenafter.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVlrIsJ5uzizIaO4qSBqDIojIKLnEaMoQTlwnr5o7U6MFF4tmy3IMDecUCJw18uzmxcN3JaUF83dXXk_n9MJEjrCLTQyNH5UMN3MYKgC8mvRF7nTiC51QtKkyHRAq2urkpJV-Vww/s320/kitchenafter.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483166567249959218" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0vIXhDOE_YFG2BtzwzuYaN_4dPudfAGlwBRs5eh5ARZJPjCuhxPRrRs9-4IYApjwlkwzrIF0Mw0C_qu9Mc94sTW_NY0ZYZ3CcM1_8J6O3hp_kZcvkc1U7tpAn1_KrOpcYKV6Q1g/s1600/kitchenafter2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0vIXhDOE_YFG2BtzwzuYaN_4dPudfAGlwBRs5eh5ARZJPjCuhxPRrRs9-4IYApjwlkwzrIF0Mw0C_qu9Mc94sTW_NY0ZYZ3CcM1_8J6O3hp_kZcvkc1U7tpAn1_KrOpcYKV6Q1g/s320/kitchenafter2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483166945901139442" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrwE4I1NuYWgDtchk4tHZpT3XDnL5vogaMivIr1xY9frLYtSlx31zrVzqonX8LosBturh_GBfJkc6-hpMs7XB1cMUgbeQZc9GkYowIgspb4Cbc3GcDoRbw7jX9aswA7_jFcIJpg/s1600/kitchenafter3.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrwE4I1NuYWgDtchk4tHZpT3XDnL5vogaMivIr1xY9frLYtSlx31zrVzqonX8LosBturh_GBfJkc6-hpMs7XB1cMUgbeQZc9GkYowIgspb4Cbc3GcDoRbw7jX9aswA7_jFcIJpg/s320/kitchenafter3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483166382219633746" /></a>YAY!!! Now alls I need is Scott to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ojc02OvZVo8">Tony Micelli</a> his way around my appliances, if you catch my drift. <div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-91480860629126893332010-06-10T20:51:00.003-04:002010-06-10T20:54:41.457-04:00The e-mail that made my week...<span style="font-weight:bold;">This arrived in my Facebook inbox a few days ago. All too often, I focus on the negative e-mails. They are few and far between, but damn - they can really get under your skin and linger like frat boy gas. Truth is, it's the nice things we need to retain. So, Christine - consider yourself retained. :) And thank you for makin' a gal's week.</span><br />___<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Well...I thought for my birthday I would send Nat Lauzon a message! Nat, I have been listening to you for YEARS (Andre and Nat in the morning 2000!) and I want to take this opportunity to tell you how much joy you have brought to me and no doubt countless other listeners. Your voice and personality truly radiate joy and warmth. You are extremely genuine and this is very very discernable, even over the airwaves. Montreal is fortunate to have you as a radio personality and thank God some big fancy radio station in the US has not scooped you up....YET!!<br />I made a decision a couple of years ago that on my birthday I would give gifts (to at least 3 people) as opposed to receiving...well you are one of my 3...so my gift to you is to say...THANK YOU for enhancing by day! (I especially love when you take over the later rush hour shift as I am battling traffic....SORRY MARK!!)<br /><br />Sincerely, Christine<br /><br />a couple of things come to mind.....your bit about dog's paws and doritos today..Hilarious! I loved awhile back when you reprimanded drivers about not watching for pedestrians at crosswalks...also about 2 years ago you did a FAB interview with Joan Rivers....anyway..there are many many more great moments too numerous to count...keep up the outstanding work Nat!!!!</span>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-63415185250138923552010-06-03T20:09:00.011-04:002010-06-03T20:27:14.688-04:00Poop makes plants prettyHoly crap! I'm growing food! Can't get over the difference from only a week ago. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNEBBEoUEvNcP7U3e-qGssMHUgRm4Xr8QJULmAyTwhEvyPxtArSSww3gY-iC2kU73Te3znPNDvn-QRjIADPQbNf3oxwNpifTRCw2whjyIucf4IaPUl9myc5JEF1czXxs9nj1ZtA/s1600/IMG_5977.JPG">Here was my food last week. </a> And here it is today: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ILWZedzupiyJPD5TVI6mNodplFOCKQTxAm0a-ylbRog6Ilfk6hJ8jOojK531xj8nytt6FZAZARN54qkKtoT3bUTj4vsfNDJUzB02aDEBM2x7B8WlJA4wKod_6mk3jN62NzsOOA/s1600/food.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ILWZedzupiyJPD5TVI6mNodplFOCKQTxAm0a-ylbRog6Ilfk6hJ8jOojK531xj8nytt6FZAZARN54qkKtoT3bUTj4vsfNDJUzB02aDEBM2x7B8WlJA4wKod_6mk3jN62NzsOOA/s320/food.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478704870433767570" /></a><br /><br />We've had a lot of rain and a lot of sun - and these plants are up to their stamen in cow poop. I guess that's the secret!<br /><br />The jalapenos: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Ho4aSaSnt1zg02Zm2Kx7LUwHSbPwTqoCDvNovAcsxI0kIxB2tBmJZonMlLEW_5f2OBgB8k6KjUSr6D18vB1z6Sur5iPNi4bn_v-RO94XIwplp5FwE0UpHDgVAK7cF9BjOzZfHw/s1600/jalapeno.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Ho4aSaSnt1zg02Zm2Kx7LUwHSbPwTqoCDvNovAcsxI0kIxB2tBmJZonMlLEW_5f2OBgB8k6KjUSr6D18vB1z6Sur5iPNi4bn_v-RO94XIwplp5FwE0UpHDgVAK7cF9BjOzZfHw/s320/jalapeno.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478706201249484850" /></a><br /><br />Red pepper (still all green and new):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerRfroXb5jCWxih_IcF_RS3lC8KRGzGtIAci_RKWmDAUWW_p7nqqrfvgQWYAtLcgBo-Kphy6pKTElOEMWjVDwzn_MpkT0MNU_y9t0pU9NCduH7XarIm5Dscj6mdQwd95Dt_GmGw/s1600/pepper.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerRfroXb5jCWxih_IcF_RS3lC8KRGzGtIAci_RKWmDAUWW_p7nqqrfvgQWYAtLcgBo-Kphy6pKTElOEMWjVDwzn_MpkT0MNU_y9t0pU9NCduH7XarIm5Dscj6mdQwd95Dt_GmGw/s320/pepper.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478706404303199522" /></a><br /><br />Herbs: <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAlqEHBEzy9YsSoCB9LcZX29tyccWTtpWU0Xr9-UDHBc6n1xORhyphenhyphendsSfQnxL-304QyD61n6qiWkbDgMmc3aHZyTTwcQqRWJ9E-y8FrgmDPpevqN5B7x0qHxCB8syjQHvqlXRMLuQ/s1600/herbs.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAlqEHBEzy9YsSoCB9LcZX29tyccWTtpWU0Xr9-UDHBc6n1xORhyphenhyphendsSfQnxL-304QyD61n6qiWkbDgMmc3aHZyTTwcQqRWJ9E-y8FrgmDPpevqN5B7x0qHxCB8syjQHvqlXRMLuQ/s320/herbs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478707795820958786" /></a><br /><br />Tomatoes:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivPFAWkHRxyl50sZJnEBIoRdX4rLIzMtR4a9VpMWlRu89Kl2ZqAi748gWgOtcMrP06xj6GlufHrvy1RIAj-q5iQS0AnAmovEUdWoe0DrOZBQBEP9nEv-YKAwsycxl5AEpll0K0rQ/s1600/tomato.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivPFAWkHRxyl50sZJnEBIoRdX4rLIzMtR4a9VpMWlRu89Kl2ZqAi748gWgOtcMrP06xj6GlufHrvy1RIAj-q5iQS0AnAmovEUdWoe0DrOZBQBEP9nEv-YKAwsycxl5AEpll0K0rQ/s320/tomato.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478706572848708722" /></a><br /><br />Radishes: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXcfepJE7axbRVG_zTXv7UNV2NjjMQZB1JfYwZlHcP2P0vcdJbsfLQGRCYPIkeRXD-ZWihNlX_JfF_HAr8988RlthTm2jI-i8T8Z-QpZYL14kS-WBU1makxhnW00GWB3QjwExz1A/s1600/radish.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXcfepJE7axbRVG_zTXv7UNV2NjjMQZB1JfYwZlHcP2P0vcdJbsfLQGRCYPIkeRXD-ZWihNlX_JfF_HAr8988RlthTm2jI-i8T8Z-QpZYL14kS-WBU1makxhnW00GWB3QjwExz1A/s320/radish.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478706854298212850" /></a><br /><br />Unimpressed dawg (who'd rather eat the fertilizer):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyk3P_2KvIpv3IwKvKahyxpeft1gcjSh0q22UV5Xv2xVc7NI-9dnCCtYEa69Qp2xzdgGBKx0QcfeijeXASkmX33ob037Y8PVbcCF09ZLxgEe4Ah-CxXTYsIDWevmkTIxmujwFcSw/s1600/dawg.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyk3P_2KvIpv3IwKvKahyxpeft1gcjSh0q22UV5Xv2xVc7NI-9dnCCtYEa69Qp2xzdgGBKx0QcfeijeXASkmX33ob037Y8PVbcCF09ZLxgEe4Ah-CxXTYsIDWevmkTIxmujwFcSw/s320/dawg.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478707171239154482" /></a><br /><br />Seeing as how I can kill a houseplant by looking at it sideways, I'm pretty thrilled my roof foods are workin' out. I might just have enough fixins for a couplea salads come August. Now, how do I grow dressing?N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-55516451532840686852010-05-27T14:05:00.002-04:002010-05-27T14:08:01.497-04:00The Sting Of Urban LivingMy lastest article for <a href="http://www.themonitor.ca/Opinion/Columns/2010-05-27/article-1171312/The-sting-of-urban-living/1">the Monitor</a>, Chronicle and Westmount Examiner in Montreal. <br /><br />Shhh! I'm hunting hornets! They haven't exactly made their presence known yet, but I know they're waiting for the right moment. And I'm sitting on my proverbial front porch rocker with my proverbial shotgun. <br /><br />We have a nest tucked up somewhere inside our building's roof. It can't be seen or physically removed. We only see the miniscule gaps between eaves and brick where the little buggers go back and forth. They show up around mid-summer. Right at the peak of outdoor living - ideally during a guest-heavy barbecue. With lots of food and a veritable buffet of exposed, stingable flesh.<br /><br />I'm not an advocate of hunting for sport. I don't see the benefit of it in any way, shape or form. But I'll admit; I sure as hell don't mind hunting hornets.<br /><br />Last year, I bought a hornet trap. One of those plastic things that looks like a beehive. Why a beehive? Everyone knows hornets don't live in hives. Common sense would dictate if this does not look like your house – then do not go inside, Hansel and Gretel! But common sense is what separates us from insects. That, and eyebrows.<br /><br />Anyway, as far as the hornets are concerned, this plastic beehive is something special because it’s filled with a delectable homemade concoction of orange juice, sugar and dog food. (I assume dog food is a hard-to-come-by commodity in the hornet world. Like trying to get fresh blueberries in the winter.) What happens is, the hornets crawl into the plastic trap for their little 5 à 7 and end up drowning. Which, is really just as well. Because a hornet who's drunk and bloated on dog food juice is no good to the Queen. Assuming he ever made it back to the nest in that condition, she'd kick him out anyway. Or eat him. Or at the very least make him sleep 20 pupal chambers away. And a fat hornet living in a paper house? Recipe for disaster. You don't want to be that guy's downstairs neighbour. No, it would definitely upset the delicate balance of nature. So see? It's better for the planet if they just die.<br /><br />Sidenote: You know what? To tell you the truth, I don't even know if these bugs are wasps or hornets. I don't know the difference. I just know they aren't bees or squirrels. And I refuse to call them “yellowjackets” simply on the grounds that is far too cute a name. It makes me think of them, jet-black naked, standing in front of a wardrobe crammed full of identical striped yellow jackets, deciding which one to wear today... And as you can well imagine, this type of anthropomorphism makes them harder to kill. And I am a hunter, as I have already established.<br /><br />Truth be told, that stupid plastic trap didn't even kill more than a couple of hornets. And an unfortunate housefly who wanted to join the party. So, this year I'm bringing out the big guns. Caulking guns. I'll sit on my proverbial front porch rocker with those across my lap. I'm going to seal up every last possible nook and cranny that a hornet can squeeze into. And afterwards, I might just make myself a celebratory dog food and orange juice cocktail.N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-16126689734160044422010-05-26T21:26:00.006-04:002010-05-26T21:30:33.220-04:00What a day brings...My radishes are sprouting! My radishes are sprouting! (no, that isn't code).<br /><br />YAY!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvbXD37bliWjHANTqk4BV1r7UmjIbMSfC6O-nHc8Pho0mG5ileILOCDXCTlikuZOk_ZWDjTy5mDqnRSMZSLOvr0D9wDsJyBLIarcBiTozpnmfVUlIn3iljm0sk1pMnh3mEwg7OAg/s1600/IMG_5993.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvbXD37bliWjHANTqk4BV1r7UmjIbMSfC6O-nHc8Pho0mG5ileILOCDXCTlikuZOk_ZWDjTy5mDqnRSMZSLOvr0D9wDsJyBLIarcBiTozpnmfVUlIn3iljm0sk1pMnh3mEwg7OAg/s320/IMG_5993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475755505075340370" /></a><br /><br /><br />Plus: <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSLSov9ixKOr81UAD_Gv_Zb8rzOztw28qd89umUHNx5Kahn9K3Zs4JIuxDzwQebradZs5xzlwflDqpj133yR8e7HE5y0nfPQ1LYh3wOh4A4hoLcP4PodU22YqvEpdkb-wptaD0BA/s1600/IMG_5988.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSLSov9ixKOr81UAD_Gv_Zb8rzOztw28qd89umUHNx5Kahn9K3Zs4JIuxDzwQebradZs5xzlwflDqpj133yR8e7HE5y0nfPQ1LYh3wOh4A4hoLcP4PodU22YqvEpdkb-wptaD0BA/s320/IMG_5988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475756054681599666" /></a><br /><br />And also: <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGBTx_H1ASoJ53x8h0_EoIZeL9uYBScL1GLKcoyKmFSI_rV_1k4F_Ak4WhAfNx-dojzLqgCFFXEPDIqqPEojvsC3XSXgGQ3yPNW4p2XuwwPn3xOBJvXmZYzdBgs5HVkLxSIuH2gA/s1600/post+hail.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGBTx_H1ASoJ53x8h0_EoIZeL9uYBScL1GLKcoyKmFSI_rV_1k4F_Ak4WhAfNx-dojzLqgCFFXEPDIqqPEojvsC3XSXgGQ3yPNW4p2XuwwPn3xOBJvXmZYzdBgs5HVkLxSIuH2gA/s320/post+hail.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475755850795550242" /></a><br /> <br />Keep doin' your thang mama nature (and store bought manure!)N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-83622160989324220132010-05-25T20:01:00.013-04:002010-05-25T20:28:17.157-04:00Roof Food<div>Uh oh, I'm planting again.</div><div><br /></div><div>A few years ago, I had success with my first ever <a href="http://natlauzon.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-dispatch.html">tomato plant. </a> Seeing as how I don't even really like tomatoes, I thought I'd do it again. Because that makes sense. <br /><br />This time, I comandeered our planter box for my mini-jardin. Aside: Last year, Scott was all - "this year I want the planter box!" (because he gets all <span style="font-style:italic;">eew, girl</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJE0XDZlmhKmgrJVwUGuy6v1bR2V76teoVp9d6pBP3M5rBtGcdNLCLOCO4zYTPWoXwSgly1E07_xImxYeMX9f5ODROpKapSvKhyphenhyphenkt394SREMsqrrOucW83vWymBEs8GPy6BDV7TA/s1600-h/box.jpg">about flower abundance </a>in that thing). And you know what he did with it - NADA. NOTHING. ZIP. Because he talks a big game, but when it comes time to getting mud and dirt under his manicure? Well, that's another story. Last year, in the box, he grew weeds and mushrooms that you definitely can't eat. Needless to say, the box is MINE AGAIN! ALL MINE!!). </div><div><br /><br /></div><div>This time, I decided on herbs and a few small veggie plants. Check 'em out: </div><div><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Basil, chives and coriander.....</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNEBBEoUEvNcP7U3e-qGssMHUgRm4Xr8QJULmAyTwhEvyPxtArSSww3gY-iC2kU73Te3znPNDvn-QRjIADPQbNf3oxwNpifTRCw2whjyIucf4IaPUl9myc5JEF1czXxs9nj1ZtA/s1600/IMG_5977.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNEBBEoUEvNcP7U3e-qGssMHUgRm4Xr8QJULmAyTwhEvyPxtArSSww3gY-iC2kU73Te3znPNDvn-QRjIADPQbNf3oxwNpifTRCw2whjyIucf4IaPUl9myc5JEF1czXxs9nj1ZtA/s320/IMG_5977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475363288787292354" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Hanging basket of red cherry tomatoes:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvEgEKPjRdSePiUU489QOPyqZLcEbHTSIpufCGwiR8yGY09NWn-bkEcFza_KUiPyD8DMLS1zoxGwVdybEMHEnDIO6VTwmekFwd72_gz4yFKwVueOYx6IUjI-sqIMQVoYTBJ8-NQ/s1600/IMG_5976.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvEgEKPjRdSePiUU489QOPyqZLcEbHTSIpufCGwiR8yGY09NWn-bkEcFza_KUiPyD8DMLS1zoxGwVdybEMHEnDIO6VTwmekFwd72_gz4yFKwVueOYx6IUjI-sqIMQVoYTBJ8-NQ/s320/IMG_5976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475363580574791330" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">And a mini-garden which includes: red pepper/cucumber/radishes/jalapenos and yellow cherry tomatoes!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWkjTw_8yWjisJOLBMlxdC5kWCQaMz-aGkmKUqjwR8Dds_v1scFQaY3YAKgTrNZjPKshD8Q_dCB9f_cyRPKZAztpa9wRFbRlPeXTJhrY5_EfZGRYb_zcfhx1hy9W2jRn-hIO5d7g/s1600/IMG_5978.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWkjTw_8yWjisJOLBMlxdC5kWCQaMz-aGkmKUqjwR8Dds_v1scFQaY3YAKgTrNZjPKshD8Q_dCB9f_cyRPKZAztpa9wRFbRlPeXTJhrY5_EfZGRYb_zcfhx1hy9W2jRn-hIO5d7g/s320/IMG_5978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475364268890535714" /></a><br /><br />A<span style="font-weight:bold;">nd, I also and planted some little boxwood shrubs in some cedar planters that we stained:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_Ca4BujHOn-TRZmIVlJRmSCknI6Zyt06a2iDcdL2tFGGWpUvYXMbTK4vv_gltVCLSC4ft1X3D59nsbjhT6P_t6EEAikYp0Qseo9qHWk7shrN-VR8ZMgPKCEB4r0VvStNsWUjWA/s1600/IMG_5974.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_Ca4BujHOn-TRZmIVlJRmSCknI6Zyt06a2iDcdL2tFGGWpUvYXMbTK4vv_gltVCLSC4ft1X3D59nsbjhT6P_t6EEAikYp0Qseo9qHWk7shrN-VR8ZMgPKCEB4r0VvStNsWUjWA/s320/IMG_5974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475364760685432034" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />OH, YAY! I can't wait to see what dies first! Wanna place bets?!<br /></span><br />Later this week, I'll get going on the flowers. There won't be a lot, because I'll be too busy trying to make my food plants not wilt, and as you know I'm the most precious and delicate flower of them all. <br /><br />A special thank you to my green-thumbed neighbour who lent me a whole bag of cow and sheep poop for fertilizer. Poop makes everything better, people. Except when it's the bunged up or emergency kind.<br /><br />(p.s. Oh, and in case I forgot to say it, thanks <a href="http://www.montrealmirror.com/2010/051310/bom-02.html">for this! </a>)N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28175657.post-21120984894428342532010-05-20T16:48:00.004-04:002010-05-20T16:54:56.169-04:00walkin' adventuresSome things that happened on my dog walk: <div><br /></div><div>I stopped to compliment a lady (who I know is crazy) on her flowers. She told me, at the tippy top of her lungs to "fuck off you piece of shit". I felt warm and fuzzy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Flea stopped to lick a snail. Then peed on it.</div><div><br /></div><div>We came upon a baby bird who couldn't fly (moments before, some bits of garbage were being shoved in it's craw by it's mama. The garbage bag had a bunch of beak pokey poke holes in it). Flea got about 6 inches away from the baby. It went "Peep?" And Flea got startled. </div><div><br /></div><div>The end. </div><div><br /></div><div>p.s. My favourite part was the crazy lady. Second, is the snail. 3rd is the bird.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>N@ Lauzonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333976145029768187noreply@blogger.com6