It is the age old problem of how to quit smoking. More and more people are turning from smoking to new habits. While this makes the anti smoking groups and petitioners extremely happy, new addictions have risen up that threaten our very way of life in North America.
Many ex-tobacco-users have turned to gum as a substitute for their problems. Just like alcohol, gum can cause rude, boisterous behavior and also leaves a toxic, gummy residue on countertops, floors, under tables, and in ashtrays. Many people also lose the ability to keep their mouths shut while they chew gum, so that they appear to be chewing their cud like a cow.
Anne Tartica, a waitress at a Red Deer diner, expressed disgust at gum left on plates and tables and on the carpet. “I don’t understand how come these people are so inconsiderate. The smokers were never this much work. Ciggarette butts don’t stick to everything. And who knows what the effects of touching this gum might be. Can’t these people use hypnotherapy to quit smoking instead of gum?”
Scientists working around the clock in the Condor Research Facilities have come up with startling evidence that exposure to secondhand gum can have very bad effects.

Apparently, chewing gum that has already been used can lead to low self esteem. A test subject forced to chew secondhand gum over a period of weeks develops irritability, sleeplessness, poor hygiene, hostility, and eventually will attempt to commit suicide.

Gum chewers themselves are at the most risk. Prominent Condor researcher Bill Lowney has discovered that longterm effects of gum chewing could be that your insides will get gummed up. Anyone who has been gummed up knows how bad this can be.

Based on this new research, restaurants might want to put new non-chewing sections in, where customers can be assured that they won’t find gum on the floor or under the tables.
New government taxes on gum will soon be in effect and many will feel that their habit is too expensive. When it comes down to feeding the children or blowing bubbles, the children usually come out on top.

Camping means different things to different people. To some it means roughing it all the way – hiking in five miles, lean-to’s made out of branches, sleeping on the ground, eating pork n’ beans right out of the can with your fingers after you smash it open with a rock ’cause  you forgot the can opener. Those people aren’t me. These days we use a travel trailer so we don’t have to sleep on the ground anymore. I have a lot of back troubles, and I need a real bed or I’m just not having any fun. We don’t have a television set or a DVD player, but we do bring our share of technology with us.

We spent plenty of time camping in Sebekia last summer. There were between 3 and 5 families each time we went out, meaning we had up to 12 children stampeding around the campsite. Add to that 5 dogs (good thing none of us has a dog allergy) and 10 adults, and it becomes a pretty busy place.

On occasion, we had to fire up the ‘ole chitty chitty bang bang, my antique PC laptop, and see what was going on out there in the real world. Thanks to the invention of the aircard, hi-speed internet can be found anywhere you can get cell service, even in our Redneck Paradise. I never take my Mac camping. It doesn’t like to rough it, even when I pack it in one of those special computer backpacks with extra padding and a gajillion pockets for extra goodies.

You can probably imagine how hard it is to fit everyone around the campfire. With all the kids crowded in there with their chairs, it makes for some excitement. As long as no one gets a flaming marshmellow in the face, or a a jab with a hot dog stick, we consider the evening a success. A couple of times we built two separate fires; one for children and one for adults. The toddlers stay with the adults of course!

Some nights the alcohol consumption is a little high. It’s amazing how much Blue Beaver Beer a bunch of redneck campers can drink! But most of the time we are a pretty mellow bunch of campers. We camp pretty close to home so that every couple of days we can all toddle off to our respective farms and make sure all the livestock and whatnot have enough food and water. We rarely go to a conventional campsite, since we like to make up our own rules and get away from all the other people. Our private campground is fairly isolated and we don’t have to worry about intrusive campers making noise all night and such. Unless we stay up late and do it ourselves, that is!

Thanksgiving comes to Canada a lot earlier than it does in the US. This has a lot to do with the fact that harvesting is over sooner, since it is colder up here. We have already had frost every morning for half a month, and temperatures during the day are only slightly above freezing where I live in Alberta. This year, Thanksgiving Day in Canada falls on October 13th. Families all over will be enjoying Tofurky and Mashed Soytatoes from the warmth of their homes.

I like to think that Canadians are a thankful bunch. We should be. We have one of the cleanest, safest, largest (in landmass), friendliest and richest countries in the world. And all that with low crime rates! Talk about lucky.

Things that I am thankful for:

  • Tim Horton’s coffee
  • a great weight loss center (I lost 40 lbs this year!)
  • local and internet friends
  • my wife and children

How about you? What are you thankful for right now? And how will you be celebrating Thanksgiving?

Warning! Appetite Spoilers Ahead! If you have a weak stomach and you spew on your keyboard, don’t blame me!

Imagine you are a big, burly, smelly caveman. You just got done konking a prehistoric wildebeast or antelope type critter over the noggin with your club and dragged it back to the cave for wifey to roast over an open fire. As you hand each of your children a hoof (their favorite piece!), you make sure to save out the tail for your sweetie. As the man of the cave, you have a big ‘ole helping of steaming ribcage. You save the dangly bits for your brother in law, that useless loser who can’t even hunt for himself. You look over at your lovely neanderthal chick as she munches on the delicious tail. Her shaggy back, hairy legs and pungent body aroma really get you going!

We don’t live in caves anymore. Even so, ribcage is still on the menu. BBQed ribcage, sweet and sour spare ribcage, salted dry ribcage appetizers. And a lot of you are thinking, ribcage tastes delicious! Well, just because it tastes good doesn’t mean you have to (or should) eat it. If you somehow found out that living human brain tasted like an orgasm in your mouth, would you tie up the neighbors and have some brain?

I have an over-active imagination. While most of the time I enjoy using it, at other times it runs away on me like a cheetah running down an easily run down prey animal. I have a lot of trouble eating critters if I get a picture of what they used to look like, so I try not to imagine anything but how great the food tastes. This is why most of the time, I prefer meats that have been processed to the point of unrecognizability.  I can only guess that people who eat fish with the head still attached have very little imagination, or can somehow shut it off.

A few foods I won’t touch:

  • ribcage <shudder> unless it is cut up small, breaded and deep fried
  • shrimp (like horrible little insects)
  • anything that has legs, eyes, or hair still on it
  • any creature whose buddies can watch me eat him from a nearby pen or tank
  • anything with veins, tendons or sinew

Acceptably unrecognizable meat products:

  • Hot dogs. I just pray I never find a beak (or a nipple!)
  • Mysteriosis-free deli meats
  • Steak – I just pretend this was sawed off of a steak tree
  • Pork chops – another forestry product
  • Bacon – I would rationalize this one however I had to
  • Chicken balls – chickens are female, hence no balls, so I’m safe on these. Rooster balls, however…. and no swallow balls, either!
  • Chicken fingers – here again, they don’t have fingers

Even with ground meat products, you can still get screwed over. A buddy and I were enjoying a couple burgers one day, and he found a big ‘ole hank of reddish brown Hereford cow hair. We don’t eat there any more…

Salad has it’s drawbacks too. Being a guy, I never used to wash our lettuce when I was in charge of supper. I inadvertently served my 7 year old daughter an imported US grasshopper. Boy, did she ever get excited! Now I triple check my produce for legs, eyes and bodies.

Anyways, I can only hope you read all this right before sitting down for a big helping of ribcage. Bon apetit!