My Husband’s Cell Phone Photos

I’m not sure why it just happened.  I’m not sure how it happened.  I’m not even sure what happened.  But four years worth of pictures from my husband’s cell phone just appeared in our computer’s picture file.  It was an entertaining trip for me down memory lane.  A guy’s cell phone pictures really tell the heart of the man like no other.  Please try and stick it out to the end….  a photo montage of Rick’s most important moments, captured on his cell phone!  (Feel the excitement!)

First up, the plane he flies.  (You are being spared from the 47 pictures of clouds and props and other planes.)  Twin engine Turbo Commander.  “The belly dragger”.

Our youngest son in a pot.  (This is OLD… probably four years old. I haven’t shaved his head in years.)

Me on the phone.  I don’t know who added the words… I doubt it was Rick.

Ok, had to put one landing strip on here to represent all the others…..  I have no idea where this is.  And shouldn’t he be holding the yoke with both hands???

Rick’s mum at Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia.  Cool Picture!

A field of wild sunflowers.  (See!  He is a romantic at heart!)

At a Capitals vs. Coyotes game.  Alexander Ovechkin leaving the ice… Keeve is the brown headed kid on the left side.  He got to TOUCH Ovie!

And of course, Sidney Crosby holding up Lord Stanley’s cup in June…. the youngest captain in the history of the NHL to win the cup.  Made Rick proud…  obviously… he took a picture of the TV with his cell phone!

Rick’s favorite place.. on Earth, I think.  Lake Tahoe.  There were MANY pictures of the lake! 

And lastly, our three darling children in amongst the lupine at Lake Tahoe.  There were probably 10 of these… and THIS really is the best one.  Simultaneous smiles without squinty eyes are hard to come by with these three.

There you have it, folks.  Out of 293 pictures, these pretty well sum it up.  The life of a pilot, hockey playing/coaching, husband and dad.  In less than ten minutes too!  Not bad.

Happy Canada Day!

Yes, July 1st is Canada’s Birthday as opposed to Independence Day here in the States.  They don’t call it Independence Day because they didn’t become totally dependent in their own right with all ties severed from England until 1982.  No, not a typo.  Who wants to celebrate partial independence?  Not me.  Hey, let’s call it a birthday so we can still have a national holiday!  Good idea, eh.

A slight Canadian history lesson is indeed needed, appropriately offered by a dual American-Canadian citizen…. ME.  The only reason I know anything about the history of Canada is because I went to college in British Columbia and took HIST 101: Canadian History for Dummies.  There I not only learned of the beaver’s importance to the nation, but I learned that Canada was actually going to be called a kingdom (you know, like Narnia, with lampposts and snow and beavers)….. but the rulers at the time didn’t desire to antagonize the US having just been through the Civil War, so settled on the title ‘Dominion.’   

It was July 1, 1867 when three British colonies joined forces into a federation following the 91-year-old bright idea of the settlers south of the border.  At that time the colonies were New Brunswick and Nova Scotia (home of the Crosbys), which are still provinces today, and the Province of Canada which split and became Ontario and Quebec. Voila!  The birth of a nation kingdom dominion.

Nuff said.  (I think I’ll have my kids read this.)

Hey, new bags are up at www.bagsforzaza.blogspot.com.  Check ’em out, eh.  Good day.