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Planes, trains and automobiles. But mostly trains.

It seems like every child goes through a train phase starting in toddlerhood and ending…well, for some, never!

Photo of model train exhibit at the Elgin County Rail Museum, St. Thomas, Ontario
Photo credit: Rail Museum website

I distinctly remember my little brother’s obsession with his wooden Brio train set and Ian remembers spending much of his childhood improving his model railway. Ben and Molly are no exception and love building and playing with elaborate train tracks.

But I think Ben’s track-building obsession literally takes things to a whole new level.

Ben has always been a big Thomas fan and we supported that, amassing (with the help of generous and resourceful friends and family members) an impressive collection of Thomas-related toys, books, furniture, clothes, bedding, etc. When Ben was about 3 he produced his first recognizable drawing: At a time when any attempt to place a writing implement in his hand and suggest that he do anything other than scribble produced a complete hysterical meltdown, he woke us up one morning to show us that he had drawn a perfect train track and then stuck engine stickers onto it in.

At age 3 and 4, he was requesting that intricate tracks be built for him on the playroom floor. We considered getting a train table, but the size of tracks that he wanted would not have fit so we decided against. He would take the tracks that were built for him as a starting point and renovate sections of them to his specifications. I marveled at the little details he would add, like laying out blue cloths to be lakes and rivers (populated with bath toys that he would sneak downstairs), and once after a conversation about junctions and switches (probably with Uncle James) he cut out a paper triangle and taped it to one of his junction pieces to be a switch.

Once he was satisfied with a track, he would spend days (or weeks…as long as it took me to decide I wanted to be able to see the floor again for at least 24 hours) acting out Thomas stories with his engines.

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Ben and Molly playing with trains, aged 4 and 1
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Around the time he turned 5, Ben stopped being satisfied with the ordinary options afforded by his train set. If he had slopes to make bridges, why couldn’t he make them multiple levels? What was to stop him having elevated tracks? Why, simply the lack of support pieces of the height he needed. Then he realized that he had drawers full of Lego and blocks at his disposal and the world was his oyster.

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Elevated bridge to an elevated junction.
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He experimented with elevated tracks and then formed a new goal – a bridge two bridges high – which after many failed attempts, he finally succeeded in creating.

Ben’s first two-bridges high bridge (over another bridge)
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The next game-changer happened this past November when we impulse-bought a ceramic Christmas village at our church bazaar. Shortly after it was set up on top of a cabinet, a train track and water tower mysteriously appeared in the centre of town.

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Christmas village with train track and water tower.
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Thus began Ben’s 3-month-long track-building project (no exaggeration – he worked on it from November to January), which I will let him describe in his own words.

The Legend of Brio Peak

By Ben Pickles, as told to Karyn Pickles

Long ago, the Brios went through a tunnel through Brio peak instead of going over it. It wasn’t easy. Some of the tunnel collapsed sometimes and some of the trains never made it back. It was clear that the trains needed a safe way to deliver their loads, so they decided to try and go over the mountain. It was hard, but after years of hard work, the trains finally built the track.

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Collapsed elevated track, part of an early attempt
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The track goes from Briotown on Brio Peak onto a bridge part to Brio Peak station, then onto another bridge part over Brio Pass all the way down to the biggest windowsill and then into a bumper. There is a brook under the tracks called Brio Brook.

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Brio Peak Station; where the track bends is where it passes over Brio Brook
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On the bridge parts there are no fences, so it is kind of dangerous, but there are supports.

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The bridgy part down from Brio Peak (with supports but no fences)
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The trains’ names are Brio and Aaron. Aaron doesn’t go all the way to the windowsill; he just goes from Briotown to Brio Peak Station. Brio goes all the way from the windowsill to the top of Brio Peak.

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Aaron pulling a passenger carriage
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There is only one road up to Brio Peak that is made especially for the Brio Power Crew. There is a cargo plane that brings building supplies to Briotown and Brio Peak. Brio and Aaron collect all of the garbage and recycling from all over Briotown and bring it to the cargo plane’s landing strip for the plane to pick up and then the cargo plane takes it to another town that has garbage and recycling facilities.

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Ben, proudly showing off the finished track (with tall supports).
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It was very hard to build the track, especially the supports, because some of them are really tall! I had to use up almost all of my Lego to make them tall enough.

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Ben celebrated his success by painting commemorative portraits of Brio and Aaron.

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Ben’s painting of Aaron, washable poster paint on canvas. Model in foreground.
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Ben’s painting of Brio, washable poster paint on canvas. Model in foreground.
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Limited edition numbered prints and other merchandise will be available at a later date, just as soon as I can ink a deal with that British company that made all the William and Kate engagement stuff two years too early.

~ karyn

Building a backyard skating rink: Ice work if you can get it!

Last week a cold snap hit Southern Ontario with temperatures hovering around -20°C (closer to -25°C with the wind chill) all week, which meant that we stayed in the nice warm indoors as much as possible except for every night when Ian bundled up in many layers and went outside to flood the skating rink!

We built our first backyard skating rink last winter. The year before that we had signed both Ben and Ian up for beginner skating lessons with the local figure skating club and it was a dismal failure. For half of Ian’s classes, the instructor didn’t even show up, and Ben’s class required parents to stay on the ice so the teenaged instructors could say, “Um, okay? So now we’re going to practice walking like a duck? Okay so now moms and dads help them practice that for a bit?” and then chat while you did so. I have to admit I got a little short with them – “So, uh, when do you start actually teaching him to skate? Do I just keep telling him to walk like a duck until he figures it out, because, y’know, I could  be doing that at home for free…”

The next year we put Ben in the hockey-based beginner skating program (basically the same thing, but in hockey equipment) and that went much better.

Since Ben’s skating was going well, and to get the rest of us some exercise and practice we decided to build the backyard rink. I asked my dear friend Google how he thought we should go about it and after reading through many helpful suggestions (Did you know that you can buy what is basically a giant Ziploc bag that you fill with water, allow to freeze, and then peel back?) we decided on the “build rectangular frame out of boards, nuts and bolts, and L-brackets, overhang with a large tarp, and flood repeatedly” method.

“How To” Details:

We used 6 12′ lengths of 2″ x 10″ boards, 4 L-shaped metal brackets, and a bunch of nuts & bolts (probably about 5″ long). We squared the corners of the boards side to end (as opposed to mitering them) and bolted the L-brackets to them. For the long sides we overlapped 2 boards in the middle to make approximately a 22′ length.

Once you’ve built your frame, spread a tarp over top of it all (it needs to be about 2′ longer and wider than the frame; I thinks ours is 15′ x 25′ while the frame itself is about 12′ x 22′) and secure to the frame or the ground outside so it doesn’t get blown back over.

When the forecast calls for about a week of below freezing temperatures, flood with a garden hose (attached to an INDOOR tap so you don’t freeze your pipes!) for 1-2 hours each night until you have an even thickness of ice.

At the end of the season, you can just dismantle the frame, fold up the tarp, and store the materials for next winter.

Sadly, the first winter we decided to go all Walter Gretzky also happened to be the worst winter for outdoor skating in Ontario in about 50 years. We skated on our rink exactly 3 times, and 2 out of those 3 times we had to stop when the water on which the slab of ice was floating welled up over the edges and flooded the surface. But it was worth it, damn it!!

Fast-forward back to 2013: By Friday night the rink was absolutely beautiful – 10 inches of solid ice ready and waiting to be scarred by the blades of 4 pairs of hockey skates. The only problem was that it was still way too freaking cold to go outside! By Sunday it had warmed up a bit and after working through a few hitches (Ben had outgrown his skates and he and Ian drove all over the city looking for a store that was both open and carried ice skates. He got the kind that adjusts to 4 different sizes in the hope of not going through this again next year.) we were ready to go!

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Molly, Ben, and mommy on the ice.
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There was a minor (okay, MAJOR) meltdown when Ben decided that he was going to teach Molly to skate even though he was having trouble remembering how to stay upright on his own skates.

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Ben chasing Molly around the rink in an attempt to “teach” her to skate
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In the hope of distracting him and buying Molly some time to practice without being mauled by her brother, I suggested that he could be Molly’s teacher as soon as he demonstrated that he could skate 5 times around the rink without falling down. Big mommy mistake – a huge, heartbreaking meltdown ensued: “I’M TRYING *hiccup* SO HARD *sob* AND I CAN’T DO IT *sob sob* I KEEP FALLING DOWN *hiccup* AND I REALLY REALLY WANT *gasp sob* TO BE MOLLY’S TEACHER *hiccup gasp*!!”

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Giant Ben and mommy hug on skates
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After much crying, hugging, comforting, reassuring, talking, *confession cam again* one teeny instance of yelling (“Okay, STOP CRYING. NOW. STOP IT!” “Team Pickles *sniff* No Yelling.”), and more hugging and comforting, we got back to the business at hand (well, foot).

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Ben skating confidently around the rink.
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Molly skating confidently around the rink with her adjustable ‘pusher’ – an awesome curb-side find near my parents’ house!
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Finally, as it started to get dark and everyone was getting a little tired we decided it was time to head inside for dinner.

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Molly sitting down for a little break.
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Ben and mommy heading off the ice.
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If we had realized what the weather had in store for the following week, we might not have been so quick to wrap up!

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Weather forecast for Hamilton, ON, January 29-30, 2013
Screenshot from www.theweathernetwork.com

Amidst pouring rain and Spring-like temperatures, our beautiful rink quickly turned into a slushy wading pool.

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The soggy, slushy former ice rink.
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But looking out my window now at the blowing snow and with temperatures forecast to be back below freezing for the next couple of weeks, we can hopefully get back to the business of training up The [next] Great One (full disclosure: It will probably be Molly).

~ karyn

Have you ever built a backyard rink? Do you have any tips?

 

Epic Christmas prank – epilogue

Received this email from my mom yesterday:

Maybe not such a great idea. Coloured liquid and glass ran all over laundry room and playroom to drain. Poor Bill was carrying to empty bottles in laundry sink. Not a happy camper!

Love Mom

Wine bottles whoops

 

Whoops. I blame the media. And Chris.

~ karyn

(Picture description: Cardboard box, broken wine bottles, and coloured water all over limestone tiled floor)

 

 

I think I need a holiday from my holiday!

I think our Christmas season this year was the busiest EVER. There was lots of fun, family and friends, but I think I’m definitely ready for the holidays to be over so I can relax!

Ben and Molly’s school Christmas pageant was a hoot – Ben was dapper as always in his tuxedo and delivered his “Narrator 2” lines in his inimitable fashion. Molly, who had been re-cast as “a star” after (repeatedly) deliberately breaking her fairy wand, demonstrated her displeasure by flinging her bells on the stage and turning her back on the audience for the singing of Jingle Bells.

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Ben delivering his lines wearing his favourite “wedding suit”
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Molly back turned

Molly with her back to the audience
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On the Saturday before Christmas we went to our extended family Christmas party with yummy food by The Gravy Train Gourmet Dippery (shameless plug, but seriously, check them out!) and a puppet show by the beautiful and talented Claudia Hurtubise (with special guest puppeteers Ben and Molly).

Check them out and get on board!

On the way to the party, Ian suddenly said, “You know, we have all of their bedtime stuff with us…what do you think the chances are that Nana and Grandad would be convinced to keep them for the night?” I said, “Hmm…if we play our cards right, I’d say at least 50-50.” In the end it did indeed come down to 50-50: My dad hid both car keys and told me to pick a hand – with a hint from my Aunt Bonny, I chose right and Ian and I went to see The Hobbit. Of course, since it was only part 1 of 3 it looks like we’re going to have to make a hobbit of it…

The next morning we were back to the city again for Nana’s office Christmas brunch where we partook of delicious food and an impressive sequence of dirty jokes by and at the expense of friends and family members at our end of the table.

Espresso with  honey lavender Biscotti 
Photo credit: http://www.bakingdom.com

The Christmas Eve family service at St. Paul’s United Church included my cherub choir “singing” The Little Drummer Boy. There was some premature congratulation when the congregation mistook the piano interlude while the kids were given their drums for the end of the song, but we persevered (Translation: I kept desperately waving my arms and and Ben kept singing away loudly a bar ahead of the accompaniment) and brought down the house in the end.

On Christmas Day we spent the morning at home opening presents and Skyping with the overseas Pickleseses and the afternoon at Nana and Grandad’s. Santa, family, and friends were as always very generous to all of us and we enjoyed a delicious turkey dinner as well as the grand opening of Chris’ Epic Present. One of my favourite presents was my mug from my brother- and sister-in-law in Wales!

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Keep Calm and Blog mug
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Finally, on Boxing Day we hosted my family at our house for the afternoon and dinner. I decided on a departure from turkey (for the most part) and served lasagna – one gluten-full and one gluten-free. I made Chef Michael Smith’s lasagna with speedy tomato sauce, which is my go-to lasagna recipe and used Italian turkey sausage instead of pork. For the gluten-free version I shaved thin strips of zucchini with a cheese slicer to use in place of noodles. Both versions were delicious!

I was also very happy with the centrepiece I made using one of the leftover giant vases from Chris and Caitie’s wedding.

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Pillar vase filled with Christmas tree ornaments and sparkly pinecones, fruits and leaves.
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And of course, with so many engineers in the house, I had to make π for dessert.

Pi crust

Cutting out numbers to make my “pi” crust
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Finished pi

Finished product: Apple cranberry “pi
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After dinner on Boxing Day, Ben’s big Christmas holiday adventure began as he left with my parents to go up to the chalet for a few days – more on that later!

~ karyn

How were your holidays? Did you follow family traditions, or do something new?

Epic Christmas present wrapping prank

In my family there is a bit of a tradition of creative present wrapping…pretty well everyone has demonstrated their ingenuity as some point or another over the years. This year I was responsible for getting a present for my newlywed brother Chris, and with Ian’s help, I’m pretty sure I won Christmas.

I’m bound by a confidentiality agreement not to reveal my secrets in their entirety, but let’s just say it involved an actual present, a decoy present, a case of wine, some water, and some food colouring. The finished, wrapped, and quite heavy product looked like this:

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Wrapped present ©PicklesINK 2012

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“Gift Tag” – to chris merry christmas love karyn
(Ben could actually read it. I was impressed!)
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Important note – This Side Up
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The present is delivered to its recipient and unwrapping begins. Ben is happy to help.

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Chris and his trusty assistant Ben begin unwrapping
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“Ahh!” says oenophile Chris. “A case of wine! How nice!”

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Chris and Ben admire the dozen bottles of red wine
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“They’re nice wines, too. Are you sure you stayed within budget?”

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Chris examines the labels
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Suspicious as always (Really, I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve that! Baseless accusations, I say) Chris begins to examine the bottles more closely. Mel leans over and mouths, “Are they ALL screw tops?” and promptly collapses in hysterics.

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Chris inspects the bottles more closely.
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On closer inspection, Chris discovers that all is not what it seems. The liquid in the bottles is actually purple and the odour is distinctly…well…odourless.

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Something’s fishy.
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“Ah-hah!” say Chris and Ben, discovering the carefully-hidden silicone X-Wing ice cube tray from ThinkGeek. “Oh, darn! You found it!” say I in disappointed tones.

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Chris holds up the decoy present, an X-Wing ice cube tray
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Still unwilling to take me at my word (how rude), Chris continues to search…

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Chris begins to lift all of the bottles out of the box
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…and search…

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Chris holds the box upside down
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…and search…

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Chris discovers the false bottom
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…finally discovering the false bottom and revealing the real present…

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Chris finds his real present in the false bottom
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…a Star Trek cycling jersey (also from ThinkGeek).

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The real present, a Star Trek cycling jersey
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I swear, I picked red because he’s an engineer. I’m confident he’ll be the exception to the rule who survives the whole episode!

Remind me to watch out though because there may be some payback coming my way…

~ karyn

There are no words.

I’m staring at the computer screen wishing desperately that I had not opened the internet 30 minutes ago. I’ve hugged Ben like mad, gone upstairs to look at sleeping Molly, and called Ian to hear his voice.

I would love to be able to write something eloquent about violence, or gun control, or politics, or disenfranchisement, or anything that will sound like I have all the answers and this will never happen again just as long as we change/do/enact _______, but I’ve got nothing. So I’m going to say nothing.

Please join me and spend a moment in silent thought or prayer for the people of Newtown, CT.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then please take another moment to think about how you can spread love and kindness today, and tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then please, please, go out and do it. And then if you wish, come back here and tell us what you did so we can all do it to.

~ karyn

Grinning from ear to ear – Part 3

and finally…

THE VOTE.

We won.

The knot that has been in my stomach for weeks has finally disappeared and has been replaced by a whole-body glowing sense of relief. Not only did we win, but we won by a landslide – for every person who voted to keep the status quo, 4 people voted for change, and the atmosphere in the room when it was announced was alive and joyous.

I explained it to Ben and Molly thus:

We had a really important meeting at church yesterday, and I was really worried about it because we were having a vote about something that I think is really important. Our church had a rule that not everyone could get married at our church. That meant that for some people, even if they came to the church and said, “We really love this church, and we really want to have our wedding here!” we would say, “No,” and I didn’t think that was fair, because God loves everyone equally. I thought that anyone who loved God and loved the church and wanted to have their wedding there should be able to do that, and so did a lot of other people, so we had some meetings, and we arranged some times that when anyone could come and talk about how they felt about it, and when that was all finished, we had a vote.

Everyone wrote on a piece of paper if they thought we should keep the rule the same, or change it so that everyone could get married at the church if they wanted to. And I was really, really worried that more people would want to keep it the same, but it turned out that lots more people wanted to change the rule and so we did, and now EVERYONE who comes and says, “We really love this church and we would like to have our wedding here!” will get a, “YES!”

~ karyn

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Grinning from ear to ear, Part 2

The second thing that happened this week to make me happy was that Justice Charles Hackland handed down his ruling in the conflict of interest case against Toronto Mayor Rob Ford, removing Mayor Ford from office.

I’m not a fan of democratically-elected politicians being ousted on trumped-up-charges of whatever in a way that diminishes the democratic process, but in this case, the politician in question knowingly broke the rules for personal and political gain. I believe very strongly that this means he should no longer hold his political office, regardless of what I think of him as a person or as a mayor. I have heard the concerns – this is a left-wing conspiracy; where will it end; the people who want him out are just sore losers; if you elect someone you have to live with them and you can’t just use some backdoor shenanigans to get rid of them – but to be honest, I actually do hope this is the slippery slope I’m told it is and that it will lead to more politicians being held accountable for doing, you know, illegal stuff.

Please note that I have not included any of the usual red-faced, blustery pictures of Mayor Ford. The fact that he is not the most aesthetically pleasing Mayor Toronto has ever elected is irrelevant to the issue at hand. The fact that he was recently caught on video falling over while throwing a football is irrelevant. The fact that he is overweight is irrelevant.

Here are the facts:

While serving as a city councilor, Ford used city letterhead to solicit donations on behalf of a personal charity, a private football foundation created in his name, giving the impression that the City of Toronto was endorsing or soliciting on behalf of this foundation, which was not true. The City’s Integrity Commissioner ruled that this action was a breach of the city’s Code of Conduct and recommended to Council that Ford be required to pay the money back to the donors. Ford’s original fundraising-related action showed extremely poor judgement, but was not the reason for the court case or the judge’s decision to remove him from office, and this was clearly stated in the judgement.

When this item was put to Council, Councillor Ford cast a vote despite the fact that he had a clear pecuniary interest in the matter, as if it passed, he would be personally responsible for reimbursing the $3,150 to donors. In an affidavit included in the judgement, Council Speaker Sandra Bussin stated that she alerted Ford to the existence of a conflict of interest when the time came to vote, stating in a clear voice, “Councillor Ford. This matter deals with an issue regarding your conduct. Do you intend to declare a conflict? You are voting? Okay.” She further avowed, “Councillor Ford did not seem surprised when I told him that he had a conflict of interest. Instead, he just nodded to me, indicating that he understood what I had said but that he was voting on the item. He then proceeded to do so.”

Ford then ignored 6 requests from the Integrity Commissioner to repay the money – $3,150 would have made the whole issue go away – and the issue again was brought before Council. Ford spoke to the matter, describing the charity and saying, “And then to ask that I pay it out of my own pocket personally, there is just, there is no sense to this. The money is gone; the money has been spent on football equipment.” He also spoke in response to a question about the use of the letterhead, saying,  “I made a mistake before a few years ago, for the last I don’t know how many years, that is exactly what I send out. No city logo, no titles. I don’t know what else I can say.”

Side note: When I say, “$3,150 would have made the whole issue go away,” I don’t mean that Ford should just have ponied up to make the Integrity Commissioner happy. Much has been made by Ford and people defending him about how he should not have been required to pay the money back personally, and how the money had gone to a charitable foundation to do good things, so what good is there in paying it back? If any of those donors made their donations under the false impression that the City of Toronto was somehow involved with the charity, then that impression needed to be corrected. The Integrity Commissioner however chose NOT to punish the charity for Ford’s mistake – a mistake he acknowledged – but instead asked Ford to act with integrity and make things right. He could have simply returned the money to the donors along with a letter that explained the situation – he had mistakenly used city letterhead in correspondence regarding a personal charity, he apologized for the misunderstanding, and would they still consider donating. If he truly believed that the use of city letterhead in no way influenced these donors’ decisions, he had no need to fear being out-of-pocket any money for more than a few days.

Ford then voted in favour of a motion to rescind the decision of the Integrity Commissioner to require him to pay the money back. The motion passed 22-12. If he had declared a conflict of interest and sat out the vote, it would still have passed by 9 votes. There was no need for him to vote at all.

This all would have been swept under the rug except that a citizen of Toronto decided to take the now-Mayor Ford to court over it, and when he testified, Ford argued that despite more than a decade in municipal politics, having been issued a copy of the City Council’s Code of Conduct each time he was elected to office, he had never read the Code of Conduct and was not aware that his speech and vote constituted a conflict of interest, since he did not benefit financially from the action, despite the fact that the Council Speaker had warned him of exactly that.

The judge ruled that this constituted “willful blindness” since there was no way a reasonable person could not have some understanding of how this would be a conflict of interest and that he did have a pecuniary interest since the decision meant that he didn’t have to pay back the $3,150 personally. To summarize, regardless of any good he has done, he broke the rules, he was called on it, he refused to make good, he was called on it again, he was taken to court, and he lied to try to get out of it.

As Justice Charles Hackland stated in his decision:

The MCIA is important legislation. It seeks to uphold a fundamental premise of our governmental regime. Those who are elected and, as a result, take part in the decision-making processes of government, should act, and be seen to act, in the public interest. This is not about acting dishonestly or for personal gain; it concerns transparency and the certainty that decisions are made by people who will not be influenced by any personal pecuniary interest in the matter at hand. It invokes the issue of whether we can be confident in the actions and decisions of those we elect to govern. The suggestion of a conflict runs to the core of the process of governmental decision-making. It challenges the integrity of the process.

As far as I’m concerned, the decision to remove Rob Ford from the office of Mayor of Toronto does not undermine the democratic process, it upholds it. Moreover, as Joe Fiorito points out in his Toronto Star column, Justice Hackland actually issued the most lenient punishment that he was allowed to under the law – he was required, if he determined that the MCIA had been violated, to immediately remove Ford from office, but he opted NOT to bar him from seeking office again for 7 years.

If the worst thing that happens as a result of this case is that politicians learn that it’s not enough to get themselves elected – they actually have to, you know, be honest, ethical, and transparent in order to continue hold office. Is that really such a bad thing?

~ karyn

Grinning from ear to ear, Part 1

I pretty much can’t stop smiling…it’s been a weekend of nothing but WINNING – so much WINNING, in fact, that I have to split it into 3 separate posts!

So first things first – after 72 hours of rehearsal and 8 performances (almost all of which were COMPLETELY sold out), the ICHTHYS Theatre Productions / Paris Performers’ Theatre joint presentation of Joseph Robinette’s Anne of Green Gables has come to an end.

Full Cast Picture
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It was universally agreed by cast, crew and audiences that our Anne was born to play the part and was a consummate professional despite having NEVER acted before!

Young Anne arrives at the train station
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Anne returns from Queen’s Academy
a young lady
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This was my second foray into community theatre – the first being Godspell in the spring – and I’ll definitely keep it up since I’ve discovered that somehow in the midst of my introversion and debilitating shyness I also quite enjoy making a complete idiot of myself in front of a huge crowd!

Acting like an idiot in Godspell
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If you’re not familiar with the story of Anne of Green Gables (which I keep almost typing as “Anne of Green Bagels”) here are the bare bones:

An elderly brother and sister, Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert, decide to adopt an orphan boy to help around the farm but are sent a girl by mistake.

Marilla reacts to being sent a girl by mistake.
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A rude, obnoxious kind, motherly woman, Mrs. Blewett (that’s me) generously offers to take Anne in to look after her pack of ill-behaved quarrelsome children as a favour to Matthew and Marilla, who cruelly refuse, deciding instead to save her from that fate and raise her up properly keep her for themselves and treat her as slave labour.

Mrs. Blewett appraises Anne
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Anne wins Matthew and Marilla’s love, endears herself to the people of Avonlea, discovers kindred spirits, gets into and out of many scrapes, makes friends, goes away to school, wins a prestigious scholarship, loses a loved one, and finds herself a true home at Green Gables.

Anne apologizes profusely to Mrs. Rachel Lynde
©Sandy Anderson 2012

My part was small but SO much fun to play because I got to be a real bwitch! I also got to lead the cast in all of their off-stage singing – Ben called me the “secret singer.”

I had so much fun with it, made lots of new friends, and received the ultimate compliment of winning 3 “KOSO” (Knocked Our Socks Off) Awards which were voted on by the whole cast – so cool, and so unexpected!

My KOSO Awards!
©PicklesINK 2012

Warm fuzzies from head to toe!

~ karyn

Are you an introvert or an extrovert, or does it change with the situation?

BREAKING NEWS from Canada on US Election Day 2012

Received via email – original source unknown.

From the MANITOBA HERALD, Canada (a very underground paper):

The flood of American liberals sneaking across the border into Canada has intensified in the past week, sparking calls for increased patrols to stop the illegal immigration. The possibility of a Romney/Ryan election is prompting the exodus among left-leaning citizens who fear they’ll soon be required to hunt, pray, and agree with Bill O’Reilly. Canadian border farmers say it’s not uncommon to see dozens of sociology professors, animal rights activists and Unitarians crossing their fields at night.

“I went out to milk the cows the other day, and there was a Hollywood producer huddled in the barn,” said Manitoba farmer Red Greenfield, whose acreage borders North Dakota. The producer was cold, exhausted and hungry. “He asked me if I could spare a latte and some free-range chicken. When I said I didn’t have any, he left. Didn’t even get a chance to show him my screenplay, eh?”

In an effort to stop the illegal aliens, Greenfield erected higher fences, but the liberals scaled them. So he tried installing speakers that blare Rush Limbaugh across the fields. “Not real effective,” he said. “The liberals still got through, and Rush annoyed the cows so much they wouldn’t give milk.”

Officials are particularly concerned about smugglers who meet liberals near the Canadian border, pack them into Volvo station wagons, drive them across the border and leave them to fend for themselves. “A lot of these people are not prepared for rugged conditions,” an Ontario border patrolman said. “I found one carload without a drop of drinking water. “They did have a nice little Napa Valley Cabernet, though.”

When liberals are caught, they’re sent back across the border, often wailing loudly that they fear retribution from conservatives. Rumours have been circulating about the Romney administration establishing re-education camps in which liberals will be forced to shoot wolves from airplanes, deny evolution, and act out drills preparing them for the Rapture.

In recent days, liberals have turned to sometimes-ingenious ways of crossing the border. Some have taken to posing as senior citizens on bus trips to buy cheap Canadian prescription drugs. After catching a half-dozen young vegans disguised in powdered wigs, Canadian immigration authorities began stopping buses and quizzing the supposed senior-citizen passengers on Perry Como and Rosemary Clooney hits to prove they were alive in the ’50s. “If they can’t identify the accordion player on The Lawrence Welk Show, we get suspicious about their age,” an official said.

Canadian citizens have complained that the illegal immigrants are creating an organic-broccoli shortage and are renting all the good Susan Sarandon movies. “I feel sorry for American liberals, but the Canadian economy just can’t support them,” an Ottawa resident said. “How many art-history and English majors does one country need?”

Okay, Americans – today’s the day! Get out there and vote!

~ karyn