Oddments and Fragments on Canada Day*

*Or, as my kids still call it, "O'Canada's Day". Just about slays me. Can you tell they were raised kinda Irish-Catholic, back in the days?

First of all, I think everyone should have a look at this article about exercises for the pelvic floor. Just a good idea:

Just say no to Kegel's


Nextly, WHY IS IT that the announcers at our local, Northern Alberta rodeo affect the accents of someone from Oklahoma or some such place? If you want to be authentic around here, try to sound like you've been raised on kulbasa and perogies. CANADIAN kulbasa and perogies. ;-)

I'm here in my living room, sewing and reading and prowling the internet seeing whom I may devour, and listening to the rodeo happening across the road. The ambulance just came and took someone away. They "think" he's going to make it.

I can't stand watching most of the events. The damage happening to the human bodies involved absolutely horrifies me. I see these cowboys fifty years later, and it ain't pretty. Sometimes when I mention this, people tell me I should encourage bull-riding, since it's likely to result in business. I try to be polite.

And lastly, I splurged and ordered myself this set of popsicle molds:


I've been slowly trying to inch away from plastic in my kitchen. In the last couple weeks, since I started making popsicles regularly again, I've been noticing the plasticky taste. I don't know. It's probably not a huge deal when it's not something that's being cooked, but still. I just don't care for it. So since I needed a new set of molds anyway, and this almost ran me down in an internet search, and it's CANADIAN BRED AND BORN, I thought I'd give them a try.

If you're intrigued yourself, you can have a look here:

The Tickle Trunk

Happy O'Canada's Day!