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Bring it on Elk!

1 Feb

One of my favorite things to do, is after work each day is to go into town and do some errands.

It gets me away from the computer and phone giving perspective to the days business events. While I find the grocery store and post office mentally stimulating I usually also try to go for a short drive exploring the area as I happen to live in one of the most scenic parts of the world.

I have been looking for the Elk for some time now without any success. I’m not sure where they have been hiding. I am starting to think that the Elk in this area is some made up story to bring in more tourists!

I FOUND THE ELK! Well, be careful what you ask for because a few days ago me and a Bull Elk almost came to blows!

The day started off as any other day. Work was your normal, call, email, call, email, rejection, rejection, rejection. So my afternoon errands adventure was very much welcomed. After paying double to what the grocery’s should have cost, and checking my mail I decided to head to the South this day towards the mountain range where rumor has it, there be Elk to be found! The roads were pretty clear by now from the days prior snow storm as I wound my way along the mountains. I drove slow so that I could have a good chance at spotting this allusive beast.

Wait, what is that? Is it? Could it? I squint in hopes of improving my vision…no just a big dog. Just my luck. I pretty much resign myself to never seeing any Elk on my days search and even admit to myself that I will not see any in my entire time in my move to this area.

“Just when you least expect it, it will happen” ~ Earth Zebra

The Highway is coming up and my search will be over soon, and then I spot something! Oh my, that’s no dog. Is it a horse? Is it a donkey? No. Yes. No. Yes. It is! It is! It is! And not just 1 it’s about 60 Elk! Eureka, I’ve hit the mother load!

They they are, sitting up on a sunlit hill taking a nap from what was no doubt a morning filled with munching on the valley grass hidden under the snow. Pretty incredible site. I finally found them. I wish they were closer though. Wait, I have an idea. How about I sneak up on them! Hey good ideas! Maybe they will invite me to be an honorary Elk for the afternoon and we can have a nice visit! Apparently I was in the wrong line when they were handing out Boy Scout Field manuals!

So, I find a place to park the car and plan my strategy. To the right of the Elk herd is about 100 yards of trees. I bet I could walk to the far side of the trees and come back to the Elk and never be noticed. Out of the car I go, to be greeted with minus -20C temperatures. Funny, the walk to the tree line looked so much shorter from the car. No stopping now I say to myself, I have been invited for tea by the elk. Camera in hand I reach the edge of the trees and head into the snow. I think to myself, well, if something happens the rescuers should be able to follow my snow tracks. But what could happen? They are just big cuddly dogs with antlers. I continue on.

What I didn’t expect is that in my suburbia world I have completely failed to appreciate the work that a snow plow does and the young chap who wakes me up at 7AM, first light, on snowy days with his snow shovel scraping on the sidewalk. The snow is up to my knees! Oh great! Never again will I curse him from under my covers for now I truly appreciate him and wish he were here to clear an easy walking path for me now!

My plan was to go Davy Crocket on them, and sneak up on the Elk. What I failed to anticipate is that with each step I take the frozen snow on the top breaks and makes a noise that can be heard in 3 counties. Needless to say the Elk know I’m coming from my very first step off the street! No sneaking now. “The barn door is open”, “the boy has already smoked”, and my approach is well known.

The trek to where the Elk are is about 100 yards. I can see where they have bedded down, and apparently there is no Elk bathroom!

When I arrive at the end of the trees I am met with many staring eyes and frankly I didn’t feel all that welcome! There was no tea, no snacks, and no one said a word to me!

And then HE shows up!

The HE I speak of is some young wipper-snapper Bull Elk who no doubt is trying to impress his does. Look pal, I don’t want your does. No need to get all in a huff and have a hissy fit!

After a few minutes of the Bull Elk strutting around and telling his hot doe babes to head over to the other side of the trees I decide to fall back and head back to the road as it looks like that is where the tea party is and maybe I just came to the wrong place.

So back through the knee deep snow I go, and what was 100 yards now seems like 200 yards and when I get back to the edge of the treeline by the street, sure enough this is where the tea party is. Everyone is there and happy to see me.

And then HE shows up AGAIN! Just when the party was really getting going this guy just won’t give up! I guess it is going to be a showdown HIM and ME! Bring it on big boy!

Well, a few things I have learned in life is that you can’t rationalize with people who lack the mental capacity to understand reason. It will never happen, it’s like telling a child not to do something. They will do it just because you told them not to. But this is not a human being so those rules don’t apply here! The thing to do is to give him one of my famous slant eye looks. If he wants to play “blink”, then he certainly came to the right place as I am a former champion!

And so the showdown is ON! HE and ME! Mano ah Mano! Man to Man! (Ut um, ELK to ME with NO HORNS!) I can take him I think to myself!

We each scratch the snow! We each posture ourselves, snorting, blowing snot our of noses! He bugles in a show of dominance! I start singing the anthem song to the Boy Scout pledge! We prepare to go “Game On”!

And after a few moments, it is clear that I will be the winner of this staredown and it comes to an end….I AM THE WINNER!

The tea party then resumes!

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A Few Recent Photos!

25 Dec

“‘You are NOT in Kansas Anymore’ EarthZebra!”

1 Dec

Can I call myself EarthZebra without it being weird? Probably not!

Moving to any new area takes some time to adjust, but moving to a different country is sure to involve some definite culture adjustments!

For example, everyone is so nice here (or are they)! I’m thinking they just might be more sneaky and not so much “in your face, tell it how it is”! Hiding their true thoughts in exchange for a pleasant smile.

One of the most wonderful things I loved about living in New York City was that people were real. They told you how they felt almost to a fault. You always knew where you stood by which finger gesture you were greeted with! No, monkey-footing around things, life was real, raw, and well, Nice! It was honest and true, and you always had a clear direction in interacting with other people. In fact, the only bad thing about living in Manhattan was the tourists (probably from here!). Ha!

In any event, I’m making the best of it here so far. A smart person told me recently to look at the bright side and make the best of it, so that is what I’m doing. After all, this is paradise, right? Everyone is so nice, right? There is so much to do, right? Life could be so much worse, right? I’m healthy, somewhat happy, and with little drama, right? How could I possibly be anything other than ecstatic and in a zen bliss each and every moment, right? If only someone would call me a C-sucker, or a M’Fer, or say KmyA! Where is a good insult when you need one most! Ha!

Here are some random photos of my day today!

Apparently mailing an envelope back to the USA requires it to be decorated like a Christmas tree! It was too funny, after 10 minutes of this girl licking every stamp for me (which never would have been offered in NYC and I accepted today from this kind girl), I finally had to take a photo of the event!

My daily look! Everyone stares at me here like an alian. Not sure why! Yes, yes, had to go wee wee and thought I’d snap a quick “washroom” photo. Not sure why they call it “the washroom”, as there is not a bath or shower anywhere in it! Notice the chiseled jaw line, and fine handsome frame on this young chap! :)!!

The cleanest urinal I’ve ever seen! No graffiti or bubble gum! Besides, every blog needs a good urinal picture so decided it would be this one!

Apparently buying cheese can be a 20 minute adventure! This gent decided to turn a simple question of where is the Havarti into a picture worthy moment today! Here he is giving directions to a different part of the store for I think charcoal..not sure where this entire conversation went as I checked out mentally long before we got to the 19’th minute! Is that my F’ing cheese in your hand already, just give it to me and let me be on my way! Too Funny!

Ok, that was it today, for the most part all good. We shall see what tomorrow brings and what if anything these fake nice people have to say or turn into a photo opportunity!

“A home is where you make it, but your heart is where you belong” ~ Earth Zebra

Is the “One” we choose to be with “Meant to Be”?

29 Nov

I wonder if “the one” we end up with in each of our individual seeking’s for love is a choice or “meant to be” and will happen no matter what.

I read about people who tell stories of “love at first site” and they just knew that the person in front of them was to be the one they would spend the rest of their life with. How did they know? Was it that they simply were attracted to this person and they have dozens of others…..”mis-fires”….caucuses…. on the highway of past attractions.

Is it just that the one we end up with turned out to be the one so it is easy to say, “I knew at first site”. How many other “at first site’s” did these people also have?

Today, I met a girl who could possibly be “the one”. Incredibly grace, elegance, and on the surface all the things a King would seek for his Queen. I even told her about this blog, so to a certain extent does that mean I’m writing this to her on some deep sub-conscious level? Does this mean that I think she is the one, or a candidate? Where does the official line get drawn and distinguished between our natural “hope for good things” and some sort of god guided “meant to be” scenario?

If you were to drive on the highway of the past for any of us, of all the possible “the one’s” you’d need a tank to drive over all the dust remains to make the highway passable on the road to today. I think this is true for all of us. What is the difference between all those “the ones” and any of today’s “the ones”?

I think that in our journey in life people are always optimistic towards the future. It is in our genes to expect a plentiful harvest, a positive outcome, and reaching our dreams and goals. I think this also rings true for finding love.

I’d like to think that “meant to be” does exist. I’d like to believe that every person has another person they are born to find and travel through life together with. But, why is it not this way for other mammals and animals created by god? Why is it that we should believe that the human experience is special to none other? How do you explain divorce when if asked, most of those getting divorced thought they had found “the one” in the beginning too?

Is it possible that our desire as a society and individuals to be “special” because we exist at the top of the food chain and are arguably the smartest animal in the universe figure into our need for those we choose to “give ourselves too” to be somehow chosen by a higher power? Is this especially heightened to Americans as the current dominant super power of all countries and feeling entitled to being special is of less an importance for other cultures and countries?

Well, as someone who still hopes someday to see Santa Claus climbing down the chimney, the Tooth Fairy leaving the money under my future children pillows when they lose a tooth, the Easter Bunny, Mother Nature, The Great Pumpkin, Unicorns, and Angel’s granting wishes every time a bell is heard, I will also continue to believe that there is just one person out there for each of us and if it is meant to be, then it will be.

And until I meet that person, the road bumps created by the ones that did not make the cut make the ride an interesting one!

“Good luck to you all, it is meant to be!” ~ Earth Zebra

OBAMA’S PROBLEM POLL NUMBERS AND WHY HE WON’T BE REELECTED!

29 Nov

The problem with the US President’s poll numbers is that he doesn’t quite grasp the reason he was elected.

Dear Mr President, you were NOT elected for the things you specifically were going to do for the country as in specific programs, or your “agenda”.

Politicians, Madison Avenue advertising guru’s, and Wall Street types all know that a campaign is not so different than GM, Ford or Chrysler marketing and advertising a new car for sale. Why is the American public, the general population, so stupid to believe that EVERYTHING isn’t already polled, focus grouped, and the result known before it happens! Are you kidding me?…American politics is probably the largest money’s spent to advertise and analyze selling potential of any “business” enterprise!

Dear Mr President, you perfected “Pennsylvania Avenue Politics” (advertising agency campaigning)! Congrats to your advertising agency which packaged you up with a nice little bow telling us what we all wanted to hear!

Unfortunately for many inventors who “invent” or perfect an incredible idea, they are not the one who ultimately profits from them! And I honestly think you know this, as it seems you already know you won’t be reelected. I also think that another campaign you really don’t want and your heart is not in it.

“To duplicate greatness or brilliance is not so easy to do twice as moments in time pass and so do people’s fancy” ~ Earth Zebra

Your poll number are not good, NOT because of the economy or anything to do with people out of work. You give yourself too much credit and are believing what your advertising agency is branding you as instead of the true measure of yourself or your Presidency! It’s all hype Mr President! A marketing message. Don’t believe everything you read or everything your inner sanctum of “smoke blowers” whisper into your ear (or other places) about how wonderful you are.

People, in all cultures want someone to lead us. You have not done this. You SOLD “us”, the American people out once you got our votes. You have called us stupid, and compared “us” to a herd of sheep that you can “manage” in any way you want. Your advertising agency fed us a bunch of words that “we” wanted so much to believe. We wanted you to be the man who would finally be true to your words. Only your words, proved to hold no substance…..just words.

You were elected because you promised us all “change”. You told us that you were going to change the way Washington works, in that “we” the people who elected you thought you were going to stop the “political” bickering and political posturing that is put BEFORE “WE THE PEOPLE” as normal course in Washington!

You were elected because we wanted to believe that you could make “our land”, to be “the land of the people”, to be a nice place for EVERYONE to live and prosper!

In all honesty, you could have had the policy that we all would have to stand on our heads and sing the American Anthem every Monday at noon and we would have elected you. Why? Because we wanted someone finally to not be part of the corruption of government but instead we got you…..you are just as corrupt Mr President as what we wanted to “change”! It’s shame, we had great “hope” for you!

You told us you were “different” and that you represented “us” the people and “we” were going to do things the right way. But you have proven to just be another politician who can’t be trusted to be “one of us”, the people.

You have proven yourself Mr President to be a fake, an impostor, a snake oil salesperson. We elected you because you promised “hope and change”, but what we all got was, “say whatever you can to get elected” speeches written by some Madison Avenue advertising agency telling us what we wanted to hear that you read off of a teleprompter!

Shame on you Mr President! Fool us once shame on you, fool us twice shame on us!