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  1. Coopsy

    Alone...and sick

    By Coopsy,

    So I finally drop the in-laws off after 2 1/2 weeks, ah bliss. What happens the next day? we get 3 inches of snow (IN AUGUST!!) and I get man flu, ah I tell you, I am close to the edge, its bad this time lol. My better half doesnt mind though, my voice has nearly given up so she is enjoying the peace and quiet lol. My parents arrive tomorrow (Thursday) for the 2nd round of visitors. Another 2 1/2 weeks of entertaining then that is it til xmas, woo hoo. Right I'm off to bed to die a slow and painful death, cough cough, splutter splutter
  2. Coopsy

    Crazy lady: the return

    By Coopsy,

    You might remember me saying about a crazy lady last year that wanted to have lunch with me because she used to live in the same home town as me. Well she is back. She came into the Bank about 3 weeks ago and some how she knew I was going to England. I guess its a small town
    Anyway, I smiled politely and said 'yes crazy lady, thats correct'. So she promptly pulled out a big parcel from her bag and asked if I could drop it off to her friends, who live in my home town. Being the professional I am I reluctantly agreed, stating that if I could fit it in I would.
    Then I got thinking; drugs? small child? I could be partaking in some illegal activites, and not the usual ones I do at the weekend. So I open the bag at home on the day I leave to check....whats in it? Tonnes and tonnes of religious stuff like pictures of Jesus and all that stuff.
    Now as you know I am not a religious man but nonetheless I did my bit and when I got to England I knocked on the door......well, barking mad or what, sandals, long hair, chains around their necks, and that was just the dogs. I couldnt get out of there quick enough, not before they tried converting me to Christianity...
    Anyway, I get to my point...she hasnt come back in to say thanks.....how rude. Jesus, I did her a favour!
  3. Coopsy
    So I call a client today and she is super rude for no reason. I dont care, its all water of a ducks back, plus I believe in Karma. Any how I helped her out, she thanked and became super nice and asked me where I am from. I told her and she said she lived in the same town as me a few years ago. She is Canadian. I was shocked she was shocked but we talked about the town and true enough, she must have lived there cos she knew all about it. So just as I am about to hang up she tells me I am going to lunch with her next week, she will come into the Branch and ask for me by name and treat me to lunch. Great I thought
    Anyway, this lady is about 60 and seems very sweet (when she was being nice) so told my Colleagues. They laughed and told me that it was crazy woman Cherry. She was apparantly hit by a car and needed brain surgery. They said that she swings from angry insane to super friendly.
    Now do i go to lunch with her as I am a professional, or make my excuses. I think my colleagues are being harsh but then again I dont want to be tucking into my steak for her to turn round and not like the way I am chewing and stab m in the eye with a fork...tricky situation*
    *This is a light hearted recital of a true event and I am in no way mocking the mentally challenged. I, for one, am indeed one of those people anyway
  4. Coopsy

    Estate Agents

    By Coopsy,

    So I have recently listed my downtown condo for sale here in Canmore (check out www.mls.ca and put in mls listing number C3310936. If anyone wants a vacation investment property, this would be ideal lol)
    Anyway my realtor hadnt bought anyone through the door in over 2 weeks, then I see her picture in the paper and realise why...she only got 2nd place in Canmore Idol (A small town event not too disimlar to American Idol) So instead of actively selling my palce she had been rehearsing for this. Oh well, maybe with her wiings she might give up her commission fee, or maybe not....
    Ayway on a serious note, for 250,000 pounds, if you fancy an investment that can get you 5% return on long term rental of 7% based on holiday rental of 50% occupancy or 14% based on 100%, let me know
  5. Coopsy

    Finally.....

    By Coopsy,

    Summer has arrived, and more importantly the bugs are disappearing. Went golfing last night loaded with bug spray and there were hardly any mosquitos. Thankfully it appears the season is over and we can enjoy summer without a thick layer of slime

    Picking up the in-laws today from the airport, they are here for 2 1/2 weeks, then they are gone for 3 days and then I have my parents staying for 2 1/2 weeks. So 5 weeks of visitors and only 3 days off. I might be posting a few blogs with a lot of swear words. Wish me luck

    Updates to come of how I am coping and what we are doing. In the meantime I have 3 1/2 days off to enjoy the summer sunshine...result
  6. Coopsy

    First of many

    By Coopsy,

    I am gonna try and keep a daily journal of life here in sleepy Canmore...not much happens so it could be short

    Today I have mostly eaten a few crackers, seen a few people about investments and watched the thunderclouds coming over.

    Later its off for a 10km run....I have a 10km race on September 7th so just trying to get into some sort of shape for that so I dont get beaten by an 82 year old and embarrass myself

    I am in the process of trying to sell a house and as with the markets around the world it aint happening, too many on the market and not enough people buying, I'll keep you posted about that.

    Also all immigration papers are off for permanent residency, so hopefully soon I'll be able to report back on that. Maybe in reflection it wont be so quiet
  7. Coopsy

    Homelessness, Hopelessness?

    By Coopsy,

    For years to come I'll remember those days,
    Days into nights into days, just a haze,
    When food was scarce, conversation less,
    And sympathetic glances with whispers of 'bless'.

    Dissaproving looks, murmurs and tutts,
    Having to smoke discarded butts,
    When all I wanted was a chat and a smile,
    And all I received was behaviour so vile.

    If only they knew the heartache and pain,
    The desperation deep down, the pain, the drain,
    Of fighting each day and making it through,
    And willing to gain a break from the blue.

    No family, no children, nobody to love,
    Monotonous scenes when push comes to shove,
    How did it happen? The decline, the fall?
    The only way out? To finish it all?

    For years to come I'll remember those days,
    The days and nights are still just a haze,
    But now somewhere happy that I do reside,
    So how did I get here? That's for you to decide....
  9. Coopsy

    I love Canadian Winters

    By Coopsy,

    Just sitting here on a Friday night, nice glass of red in hand and a snowfall warning has been issued for up to 6 inches of snow by this time tomorrow.

    I've lived here 8 years now, originally born and raised in Kent, and its the certainty of snow in the winter that just makes me smile. Although the fun of will it/wont it snow in England was good there's nothing like getting a snowstorm knowing its not going to be marginal as temperatures are going to drop to minus 20oC. The joys of being connected to the arctic by land.

    Anyway that's enough of my smug ramblings and if you want to see if the snow hits here check out 7 webcams in town here in the Canadian Rocky Mountains.

    [url="http://www.canmorealberta.com/webcams/"]http://www.canmorealberta.com/webcams/[/url]
  10. Coopsy

    I'm Tight, But Proud

    By Coopsy,

    Ok so I think I am a bit of a tight arse, but I am a banker, what do you expect?

    I booked my 3 weeks off at Christmas to come back to the UK and visit family with my employer way back when. The only thing is I hadnt booked the flights. My theory? Gas prices will come down in the Autumn and so will flight prices. Well by early October it was still costing almost $4000 for 2 return flights.

    Anyway October comes and I realise that the flights I wanted to go on had been taken (really I should have realised everntually someone would pay that money) so I was gutted beyond belief. I was frantic worrying what to do when I checked it the next day and they had added flights...at half the price they were!!!!

    So I ended up getting 2 return flights and 3 weeks car hire for $2200 (about 1000 quid)!!! result.

    Moral of the story? not sure, I think if your a lucky git, your a lucky git but it paid off for me to wait, next time I prob wont be so lucky and willhave to swim
  11. Coopsy

    In-laws are in town

    By Coopsy,

    So we are 5 dys into the in-laws visit and all is OK, nothing too serious. Just missing my space and control, but hey ho.

    Went touring at the weekend, managed to see 3 bears, almost run one over on the highway but I swerved and it ran back into the woods

    Went out on Moraine lake, lovely hot day (its been above 30oC for almost a week now) and suddenly a huge thunderstorm develops, we make it to shore. Lightning, thunder, hailstones. Crazy

    Then we went for a dip in the lake and the potential dad in law comes out with a bloody great big leech on his leg, he knocks it off and the blood starts pouring lol. Should have seen his face

    At work now taking a breather. All good fun, only 12 days to go
  12. Coopsy

    Its almost time.....

    By Coopsy,

    ...to enjoy some piece and quiet. Finally, after 924 hours and a few minutes (thats about 5 1/2 weeks) all my visitors for the summer will be gone. September 2oth is D day...peace and quiet for 3 months until Xmas.... woo hoo

    Does anyone else feel the same when relatives come and go? they must do. But whats more, the in-laws were actually less hassle than my parents. I swear to god if my Mum asks another meaningless, random question about Canada I'll....'do black and brown bears mate with each other?'......'Do they hibernate at the same time?'.....'I wonder if the roads crack more than in the UK because of the cold?' ...'Don't you just love the names of the headache pills in Canada, they are so much better than ours back home !!!! I could keep going, really I could (and breathe).

    So finally this weekend I will run around the house naked, shouting profanities (sp?) and doing stuff in every room that I couldnt before hand. Why? Because I can!!!!! woo hooo
  13. Coopsy

    Just wondering

    By Coopsy,

    Whats fair in life? My friend has just died of breast cancer at aged 28. I had known her since age 8. I have found this very difficult to comprehend. She lived her life so clean, wasnt a drinker, wasnt a smoker, ate healthily, no record of it in her family. Just a bit shocked right now
  14. Coopsy
    Right, I am off to fly with BA to Heathrow today for a 2 week 'holiday' in England. Luckily its terminal 4 and luckily its no longer snowing, fingers crossed I will on home turf in 12 hours
  15. Coopsy
    It sfunny how you remember the little things...

    I remember snapshots of my early years as if it were a slide show at a wedding or a flip book of blurry, black and white pictures. But one thing that stands out head and shoulders above everything is the feeling of happiness through out those childhood years. I grew up in a cul de sac full of children in the old days when kids were kids, we rode our bikes, we played tag. When Wimbledon was on we would all play tennis, when the FA Cup was on we were all budding Waddles or Hoddles (now you can really tell my age)

    We used to play out til the sun went down, go into the woods and the streams to catch frogs and build tree houses. No computers, no games consules. Just regular interaction with other children, living an innocent existance.

    My Dad worked hard, too hard. I have very little memory of him until I am much older, but my Mum was a stay at home mum, like most back in the 80's. We didnt have any money and lived on a council estate, but it was the best place I could have grown up and I wouldnt change it for the world.

    Its funny how you remember the little things though...things that should be insignificant in life but remain with you for life.

    When I was about 5 I had a red BMX, I think my dad found it at the tip so he brought it home for me. I loved it and rode on it for hours. However someone down the street got a new bike and started teasing me about my used and battered BMX (even though it was the best bike in the world that did the longest jumps and the ebst wheelies).

    This obviously affected me as I remember one sunny day in summer we were playing in the front yard, the garage door was open and we had a tatty old dart board up. One moment I was going for bullseye, the next I was throwing darts at the tyres of my beloved bike. With great accurancy for one so young I managed to pop both tyres adn the tears welled up. I knew exactly what I had done...my plan....Simon the nasty boy from number 22 had come by and played darts and popped my tires. The truth - I wanted a new bike.....

    I cried so hard, in retrospect of guilt I guess, but that weekend I awoke to a shiny new yellow Chopper. My Dad, who was never home because he worked the life of 2 men just to provide for us, had somehow gotten a new bike. Money that could have been spent on them, something they needed perhaps or even just shopping for the week. All because of my childish plan

    Its funny how you remember the little things....
  16. Coopsy
    I love my bro, but he was also a little shit....

    My parents were 23 (Mum) and 28 (Dad) when they upped and left the baron wastelands of Ipswich, Suffolk to come to the rolling hills of Lordwoods, Kent back in the long hot summer of 1976. My mum was 8 1/2 months pregant with me and she made the 1 1/2 hour journey down on an old 125cc motorbike (no wonder I got some damage) - my brother got a lift in my Grand dad's Hillman Imp, loaded with essentials for the move.

    As a result of this migration so far away (it seemed it when I was growing up) we used to have the treat a few times a year of going to see my aunts and uncles and my cousins for the weekend. Now for me this was a trip of a lifetime, going through the countryside of east anglia, spotting unicorns and lepricorns in the fields as we wooshed past on the almost empty Motorways (oh how things have changed)...spotting familiar landmarks that meant we were 20 minutes away....10 minutes away....over the bridge and spotting my Aunties house...just 5 minutes now til we seem them...will they think I'm different, will they think I've grown up...the excitement was intense

    The weekend would always pass in a blur, playing football out in the street til our mums called us in for tea, our weary legs hardly able to carry us home. Playing on the school field on a Saturday and then hiding in the grass when the groundsman came round, laughing as we ran from him, tears streaming down of faces

    But coming home, was always the sad part. Knowing that you would be lucky if you saw them again that year (each day feels like a year when you are a kid). So my parents used to load up the car with fruit snacks and drinks and me and my brother used to play I spy and the like.

    Now one particular journey I only remember being about 10 minutes from home and the over whelming urge to pee. My dad was strict...he should have been in the army, so it was no stopping til we got home...'you can hold it son..be a man'

    so there i was ...7 minutes to go, 6 minutes to go, 5 minutes to go....there's the corner to my street...ah a few more seconds and I have made it. The car stops and I jump out of the car I run up the path to the front door, my parents open the door and I attempt to run in. I say attemp becuase as my parents unload the car my brother is at the door holding me back and tickling me. For a split second I was laughing, but laughter turned to tears as the reality hit. There wasnt enough time. Oh how my brother laughed and as I let out a cry of embarrasment mixed with relief, my parents turned round just in time to see just me, a sorry little sight on the front doorstep, my brohter already in the house, a supposed innocent party in all of this.

    I try to keep these incidents on the down low when at familiy reunions but you know what brothers can be like, so at my cousins reception party after a wedding he decides to tell the story. My parents face was a picture...they actaully remembered the event and didnt realise it was his fault. So my mum gave my brother a clip round the ear in front of everyone (this was only a few years ago) and I laughed until I almost peed myself again. I just turned round to my brother and said:

    'I do love you bro, but you did used to be a little shit!'
  17. Coopsy
    You taught your son well Mrs Cooper...

    Spinnens Acre...for anyone who lived in Lordswood in the 80's there were a only a handfull of primary schools to choose from, I followed my 'little shit' of a brother in to Spinnens Acre, thinking that i might make some friends because of him. I realised quickly that you make your own friends, you cant rely on anyone else, espeically an older brother

    My daily school rotine would always begin with a 20 minute walk from my house to the school, through the park with the ancient Oak trees and countless back alleys that, given a day to roam freely, I could have easily got lost in my imagination...a budding Indiana Jones running through the alleys of doom.

    I was always accompanied by my Mum, and for me the precious few moments we shared each morning meant the world to me. My mum was a childminder all my life so I shared her with many many children. This however was our time.

    Now one day, I remember it so so well. We were walking through the park on the approach to the shops, just by the school. There was an eerie fog in the air, that flirted with the tops of the trees but no lower. It meant that your vision in front was perfect but the park looked like it was encased in cotton wool around the tips of the trees. Leaves were periodically falling from the skies, floating aimlessly to Earth.

    The beginning of term, the arrival of Autumn, a new season, a new chapter in my life. It was about a month into my 2nd year at Primary schoool and this year my mum was letting loose on the virtual rains she held over me. Instead of walking me to the gates of the school, she would wave me off from the car park at the rear of the shops, and I would make the 2 minutes journey from there on my own, often meeting with other entusiastic school walkers along the way.

    This one day I was crossing the road and saying good bye to my Mum and I had to wait for this amazing car. It was a TVR and in Lordswood in the 80's you didnt see too many sports cars. As I turn and make the last wave my mum is just backing away to the park, soon to be gone and back to her daily routine of greeting, feeding and playing with the numerous children she looked after. However, I was very much living in the moment of my life as the TVR pulls up beside me and stops

    'Can you get in the car and show me the way to the Bank' says a man after his darkened window retreats through the door

    'Did I just hear right' my mind says...'what does this mean...my mum told me never to speak to strangers....but the bank is just there, its just there. Do I talk to him, do I run?'

    My instinct that fateful day, as the fog swirled around the tree tops, was to ignore him. I was only 7 and when someone talks to you, you should talk back, but its a stranger....

    So as my mind tried to ingest the coutless decisions to make, I finally decided to say 'I dont know' and walk off, not even aware of the effects it would have on the days proceedings.

    I told a teacher when I got to school in an off the cuff remark and the next thing I remember is sitting on the sofa that night with my mum, and a man and woman from the police. They both kept their hats on throug out, why would they keep there hats on? it seems so formal.

    I told them my story and I wondered why people were taking such an interest in it. I never heard anything after that. I was back to playing football with my friends, getting muddy and being the next England Captain. I guess my parents shielded me from any after effects or news. All I do remember is the police lady saying to my mum in the other room, just as she was leaving...

    'You taught your son well Mrs Cooper..."
  18. Coopsy
    Oh I was in the locker room...

    By now it was the mid 80's and the summer was in full swing. As my 9th birthday edged ever closer I was invited to someone elses party. Except this party was no ordinary celebration...it was a dicso ice skating party!

    From my humble upbringing I had never been to a ice rink. The closest I had come was to put my size 3 plimsols into the metal skates (the ones where you keep your shoes on) and then attempt to traverse the rocky, weed infested driveway without breaking your ankles, safe in the knowledge that if I went too fast and couldnt stop, I always had the garage door to stop me. I think in today's safety conscious society, those would be banned in a second.

    So one hot and sticky Saturday afternoon I pile into a my friend James' car and we are off, as his Dad drives us ever closer, we chat excitedly about how we are going to be the fastest skaters and the coolest kids. Our main mission? To impress the copious amounts of girls we knew were going. The hopeful outcome? A quick peck in the locker rooms where nothing else matters for those precious few seconds

    So the time comes...I am laced up and ready to get my disco funk on (yes I thought I had funk at 8 3/4). I take a tentative step onto the ice rink. My mind filled with the moves that will wow the crowd and have them talking for years. Just as I put my first skate down I realise I am spinning in front of the girls, spinning aimlessly to a humiliating tumble at the feet of those I was so desperately trying to impress.

    As my embarrasment subsides and pain takes over, the adrenalin finally wearing off, my ankle is throbbing incesantly, but suddenly I feel a touch on the shoulder. I dare not look. Is it a group of children laughing uncontrollably at me? A sympathetic steward attempting to hide my mishap by picking me up? No, it was Linzi, a girl who lived a few streets away. With a warm smile and her huge brown eyes locking with mine, she bent down and gently brought me to my feet.

    'I did exactly the same thing the first time I came here' said Linzi in her dainty voice, that matched her dainty frame. 'The trouble was my skates were too big so I changed them and I was fine' Linzi continued...'did you want to go to the Locker room and get them changed?'

    So with that we both went to get my skates changed, as we sat down and she laced up my boots we didnt say a word, we didnt need to. In those precious few moments, words couldnt express the feelings, feelings never before experienced. Something new and exciting. I felt sick. Butterlies is how it later became known to me.

    The laces were tied and she sat down next to me, she looked at me and said 'Come on then, lets see what you can do now' and with that she pecked me on my cheek, grabbed my protected, mitt covered hand and ran off to the skating rink.

    As I approached the rink I saw my friend James, standing on his own, his eyes wide in amazement that I was holding a girls hand. He shouted after me as I glided onto the ice 'Where have you been?'. I shouted back behind me with a gleeful expression and a wink of the eye....'Oh, I was in the locker room'....
  19. Coopsy
    Finally...I didn't need a straw anymore

    Memories come and go like friends throughout life. Some shine brighter than others and last a lot longer. Some of my most visual and long lasting memories of childhood are from the playground. Bonds are formed, relationships blossom. Its the one place where regiment goes out of the classrom window and you are free, free to spread your wings and establish yourself.

    Always under a watchful eye of a 40 something overweight Hitler, my Primary School playground life was one of excitement. We had 2 playgrounds, the upper one for years 3 to 4, and the lower one for years 1-2. And a huge field for those oh so rare summer days where we could meander along the boundary line, darting in between the silver Birch trees, feeling as if you were a million miles away from anything that mattered everytime you lost sight of the school.

    As if a scene from an American High School movie, you had your groups even at ages 7 through to 11. The guys playing football, the girls playing Hop Scotch, the nerds reading on the benches laughing at jokes about cumulus clouds. Then there is the sad, but thankfully rare, sporadic misfit, looking in from the outside with hope and desire in their eyes, that for some reason lacked the inter personal skills to get along with others.

    As my age approached the dizzy heights of double digits, my most memorable playground event happened on a wet Autumnal day, I can still smell the mulched down leaf aroma in the air. I was running, playing tag, and as I went to turn to escape the tap of the 'attacker' I felt my foot start to slide, like a car trying to stop on ice. As the trees start to blur the black, wet, leaf covered playground starts to get closer and closer. Within seconds my face is well and truly firmly pressed against the gravely playground and I am still sliding, except this time not on my feet but on my face. As the gravel and grit embed themselves in my cheek and layers of skin are removed, and after what seems an eternity, yet in reality is a few seconds, I come to a stop.

    It was lunchtime and the afternoon had been reserved for Harvest Festival activities, except my afternoon was reserved for the Hospital....the details of this are much more sketchy than the accident itself and the next few horus go by in a blur. However my conciousness snaps back as soon as the Doctor is playing with my cheek...after some flash of lights, a lady wearing a mask and immense pain and some muttering from the doctor I remember the words 'Fractured Jaw'.

    The next few days were a routine of dressing the wound, immense pain, and eating blended food through a straw. However before long I was able to move my jaw and real food once again became the order of the day. Finally I didn't need a straw anymore and life began to get back to normal, well almost normal. I still to this day cannot open and shut my mouth in a straight line. The jaw locks and clicks out of place but it doesnt stop me boring people with my incessant chit chat...somethings never change
  20. Coopsy
    Watch out for the......

    As the event of the fractured jaw was begining to fade, along with the bruises, winter had started to take its icy grip on the south east of England. It was the late 80's and another birthday party approached. I awoke Saturday morning full of anticipation of the forthcoming day, the cake, the games, the prizes, when out of the corner of my eye I spotted something unusual. I glided over to the curtains and delicately prized them open only to discover the inside of the window beyond was frozen.

    The sky was a dull grey and the bare trees hardly moved in the still winter air. Tiny snowdrops tip toed their wayl to the ground followed by a rush of a cold east wind, indicating something far more ferocious to come. Within the hour the houses across the road blurred into insignificance as a blizzard raged around us, the swirling of the snow that continued to settle at an alarming rate, 1 inch an hour, 2 inches an hour, 3..... By the afternoon close to a foot of snow and the phone call that I had been expecting....'Its cancelled'

    With no party to go to, and with a lull in the snowstorm, my Brother and I decided to brave the elements and delicately navigate our way to the local playing field. Our mission: to build the biggest snowman. As we emerged onto the frozen tundra of our street, snow infiltrating the tops of our boots we made our way there. Just as we were out on the street and following the footsteps left behind by previous explorers, we noticed a young girl that had taken a shine to my older brother. So smitten was she that she just kept looking at him as she walked, as she walked just 10 feet away from a lamp post, just 5 feet away, just 2 feet away...

    'Watch out for the.......' Wham..she turns round just as she walks face first into the lamp post....'lamp post' our voices echo off in the winters breeze. She is knocked cleanly backwards into the snow, without a sound. We fear the worst as we approach ever closer, but to our relief she is more embarassed than hurt and we help her to feet and dust down her snow covered jacket. A smile emerges from the girl, accompanied by an even bigger one from my brother. I look on as if a spectator at a tennis match, glancing from one face to another. Nothing but silence from their mouths, anything but silence from their looks.

    So I bury my hands deep into my pocket as the snow begins to fall again and mutter that I will be building the snowman myself and you know where to find me. They never did find me that cold and snowy day, Somewhere in a house encased with icicles, I think they found each other
  21. Coopsy

    Moth Madness

    By Coopsy,

    I opened my front today and there musthave been about 200 hundred moths lying all over the front deck. I walk to wokr and the moths are everywhere on the ground, on the roof. I will have to get a pic and post it. As I am walking they are trying to get up my trouser legs. Very strange experience.
  22. Coopsy
    I dont understand my Dad's mentality. He had a heart attack late last year, had an opertaion and they said he would ok provided he eats healthily and give up the fags. What haas he done? he drinks everyday and smokes more than ever...he doesnt seem to care. Do you think he has got to the point where he reaalises he is mortal and is going to enjoy life to the full? He doesnt talk to anyone so have no idea what is going on in his mind???
    I need a good method of de-stressing. I am looking at selling my downtown apartment, and will probably be moving in the new year, that means I need someone to rent my other house as I plan to come back eventually, its stressful. I am gonna be building a house in creston, bc to flip and moving to Nelson, BC to set up a business, so over the next 6 months to probably 5 years I will be going grey and balding lol.
    So if anyone is interested in buying a holiday home that nets a nice income from rental, 1000 sq feet, 2 bed, 2 bath that backs onto the creek and is 1 minute from downtown give me a PM (lol - I can but try)
    I think a nice chinese or indian will do the trick, followed by a fair few Stella's
  23. Coopsy

    Preparing for Winter

    By Coopsy,

    As I sit here typing, looking at the amazing, snow capped Canadian Rocky Mountains, the sun is streaming through the window, another day of blue skies, warm breezes and temperatures in the mid teens. Quite remarkable for the time of year.

    I think this is the first time since being here in 9 years that we have not had snow in October, or September or August or July for that matter.

    It is quite surreal knowing that I can do work in the yard in a t shirt when, at any time, the high pressure can give way to the cold arctic air and winter will be here for 6 months.

    This year the fall colours have been unbelievably bright, quite the comparison to previous years and I wonder if the June floods followed by hot sunny weather had a part in this.

    [attachment=189117:front yard.jpg]

    The house is prepared, the yards are all done, the bbq covered, the patio furniture put away and now its the wait - a bit like the US Golf states waiting for a hurricane, enjoying the calm knowing what is just around the corner.

    For now I am embracing the warmth and will update y'all once the first snows of the season arrive.
  24. Coopsy

    Red tape!!!!

    By Coopsy,

    So the Candian Government has too much red tape for my liking, but obviously its necessary
    I have applied for an extension on my work visa (14 weeks ago), although its been provisionally agreed, more info is needed for their files, which requires info from my HR department at the Bank....never easy
    Because my temp SIN # is about to expire I need an extension on virtually everything, from payroll to my business license, to my albert health care, to my drivers license. Now as the Governement have taken so long over procesing my application, the problems have all began
    So today I have called - the registry office regarding my drivers license, the town hall regarding my business license, HR and payroll for an extension on my SIN # so I still get paid and get my benefits, Alberta Health Care so I can get an extension and still be covered should I drunkedly fall down the stairs...oh the joys of dealing with the government
    Anyhow, I might actually do some work now
  25. Coopsy

    Relaxation

    By Coopsy,

    Well I lost my virginity this week....my massage virginity that is. I am training for a 10km run and decided to get a sports massage for my tired and weary muscles (thats my excuse, nothing to do with the hot masseuse)

    Wow, thats all I can say. I cant believe I never got one earlier. How amazing does it feel to have someone massage you all over. Not to mention the medical benefits, honestly that was the main reason

    Anyway back to the training. My 10km time is around the 45 min mark, so improving all the time. Race is September 7th. Only 5 weeks to go.

    Right, where's that number for the mssage parlour....
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