Monday, November 26, 2012

Thanksgiving Melting Pot(luck)

Pre-dinner table
I am proudly posting this blog update from the comfort of my home.  We have a strong internet connection where we do not need to purchase an overpriced coffee and pastry in order to 'login'. Yippee!  And the bonus is.... it hasn't been shut down on us yet, so we are thrilled.  With so many hiccups in the 2 month period of trying to acquire a simple internet/cable/phone hookup... we are still refusing to get comfortable with the idea that our struggle is finally over.  Surely there is a surprise ending, right?  Happily ever after in the horror flick always has a shocking finish with danger lurking around the corner/under the bed/hiding in the bathtub, doesn't it?

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Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of the year, in terms of stuffing my face with fantastic eats.  You just can't get any better than a turkey and cranberries, mounds of stuffing & pumpkin pie (Grandma Helen's recipe, of course).

Now that we are among the 'mericans, our Thanksgiving celebrations were delayed from the usual 2nd weekend in October.  Not going to lie, my stomach knew something was up when mid-October came and went and it didn't have its lining stretched out.  "WTF!?", exclaimed my stomach.

Luckily, American Thanksgiving is just a few weeks later than the Canadian version... so I dodged a bullet.

Jer and I discussed a Thanksgiving feast and quickly realized that without any family here, it would be a lot of food for just 2 people... not to mention, a little lonely.  (cue the 'awwww!')

This got me thinking.  We are not the only people that beIN Sport imported into Miami.  In fact, the majority of the people I work with have also left behind their families and friends and everything familiar to be a part of this startup channel - many considered 'legal aliens', just like us.

It took us all of 2 seconds to decide our next move.  Let's host Thanksgiving dinner for all of our friends from work whose families are thousands of miles away... let's gather together with our Miami family for the holiday!

We had a feast for 10 guests, which meant we had to rent a long table and some chairs.  I took care of the traditional North American staples and invited our guests to bring a dish, 'potluck' style.

My mom... and Bob Frey... would be proud.
I picked up an 18 lb turkey at Sam's Club, let it defrost overnight and listened to one of my favorite former Steinbach client's words of advice, "Don't be afraid to leave your turkey out!"  Bob Frey, who runs Clearspring Centre, also said "The key to a good turkey is the brine!", but I ignored that.

Instead, I seasoned the thawed turkey with a top secret family recipe passed through the generations since the Schwartz' were in South Russia...  that's a lie.  I called my mom.  Mom said to sprinkle the bird with garlic powder and pepper.  Oh, and don't forget to baste every half hour.  I may have forgotten to baste that often, but the final product was pretty tasty!

Workin' it.
I also stuffed the turkey... classic recipe of onions, celery, poultry seasoning, slightly stale bread pieces and a little bit of bouillon.  Shove it up the turkey's butt and stick it in the oven for 5 hours.  Leftovers that didn't fit went into a pan and baked separately for those who are 'creeped out' by eating stuffing that's been baked inside a bird.

Thanksgiving is not complete without Grandma Helen's pumpkin pie.  And Grandma Helen's pumpkin pie is not complete without Oma Alice's pie crust.  I spoke with both the day before with long-overdue phone chats, informed them of my baking plans.  Oma had words of caution,  "Don't work the shortening too much, or your crust will shrink!"  My crust shrunk.  And Grandma sounded impressed... then she promptly asked me what time she should arrive for dinner.  I told her anytime after 6pm was fine.  If only it were that easy...  When are they going to hurry up with those Star Trek transporters?

Seeing as our South American, Spanish and Italian friends don't celebrate Thanksgiving, obviously, we suggested that they each bring something that was considered traditional in their country, something they would eat if they were gathering with their own family members.  I can tell you, we had a 'melting pot' of cuisine on our Thanksgiving table.  And it was awesome!

Figured we should stock up with some 'international brewskies' - Kroenenbourg 1664 from France and England's Newcastle Brown Ale.

Carmen, Edgar, Ana
I had the best intentions of documenting every second of our evening... but as every host of a dinner party knows, once people arrive, you have little time outside of serving up beverages and food in a timely fashion.  And by the end of it all, I realized I failed miserably in capturing the evening properly.  But I did snap a few pics!  To the right, you see the two beIN en Espanyol hosts Carmen and Ana, from Honduras and Spain respectively.  Carmen brought a potato salad her mother makes in Honduras, complete with peas, peppers, corn... and green olives!  It was mighty tasty.  Edgar (also in the picture) is my fabulous producer, and he brought a catering tray FULL of Colombian coconut roasted rice that could feed everyone on our street.  And I am begging him for the recipe as it is the BEST rice I've ever tasted in my life.  When he left me all of the leftovers (bless him), I couldn't bare to throw any of it out.  So it's frozen for future use.


Coconut Rice, made by the gods, and stored in my freezer

Jesus (Spanish channel producer) brought over a Venezuelan dish called Hallacas.  They are tamale looking things...  and because I failed to ask Jesus what they were, (I only wolfed them down, they were magnificent!), I looked it up on Wikipedia.  Apparently they are a mixture of beef, pork, chicken, raisins, capers and olives wrapped in cornmeal dough, folded inside plantain leaves, tied with string and then boiled.  I'm going to learn to make these and will blog about the process.  Stay tuned.


A watched Hallacas never boils...

Jesus also brought Pan Jamon, or translated to Ham Bread.  And that's exactly what it is!  Looks like a loaf of French bread, but it's more like a sweet dough that is rolled with ham, raisins and olives and baked.  Yum!


And last but not least... Xavi (office jokester and one of the most musically creative composers out of Spain) and fellow Spaniard Ana brought a pig.  Sorry, a piglet.  Sorry, HALF of a piglet.

...and this little pig cried "Wee wee wee"...

According to Xavi, it's a delicacy in Spain.  He did some Google research, found a place to buy a piglet here in Miami and when he arrived at the location, he discovered he had his pick of LIVE piglets to choose from.  Feeling a little squeamish, he pointed at one and left, choosing to remain ignorant of what would happen next.  And next thing you know, we have a half of a piglet on our Thanksgiving table.  I'm not a fan... I actually forgot to try it in the end.  But it is not for us to judge another culture's tradition!  We asked them to provide tradition, and that's what they did.  

In all, we had people from Spain, Honduras, Colombia, Venezuela, Scotland, England, Italy, Germany, Canada and the US.  And those who didn't cook, brought wine, which was a-ok in our books!


We also had a birthday girl in our bunch!  Ana's birthday was the next day, so I dug out some birthday candles and the pumpkin cheesecake I made to supplement the pumpkin pie turned into her birthday cake.

Happy Birthday!  Sorry there's no chocolate involved!  Oops.


We had a great dinner that was created collectively with everyone pitching in.  But even greater than that was the chance to spend a holiday in the company of great new friends... and people we consider our Miami family.  We're already planning for Easter...

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Our next blog will be from another land.  We're off on vacation next week!  A quick 5 day trip to Mexico (only a 2 hour flight from here), where we will meet my parents at the El Dorado Maroma.  Ahhh, sweet relaxation, gourmet food and tequila sangrita!

Thursday, November 22, 2012

You can't have your (cheese)cake and eat it too!


Dulce de Leche Cheesecake - Yummy!
This latest entry starts with a little trip to the Cheesecake Factory (CF) here in Miami.  A few weeks back, we were at the Miami-Dadeland Mall and in this mall is a CF.

Well, anyone who knows Terri even slightly will not be surprised to hear she put that as a future destination into her day-timer almost immediately….And said day came to pass this Wednesday.

Do you remember the last entry about our food experience on Lincoln Road?  This was not near as bad – but the food was not near as good as Terri remembered (my CF experiences have been few and far between).  She ordered some garlic pasta dish that came essentially as a bunch of noodles in a bowl in garlic water.  Yuck!

I had the Jambalaya, which came pretty much as advertised so I have no real complaints.

We DID have a kick-ass waitress though – her true name escapes me at present so we’ll call her ‘Alice’….like the former 70’s TV show.  She was kind enough to warn Terri off about the Blueberry Mojito (it’s crap), the peanut butter-coconut pasta, and one of the cheesecakes on our dessert shortlist.  We appreciated her honesty and up front personality….if only the food she served us was better.
Appys and a very sweet Mojito


We will agree on this – the cheesecake was unbelievable…And it makes sense right?  A place called CF should have some seriously good cheesecake!!  Perhaps it is the rest of the food they should shy away from.  Many of my former bosses – most recently Richard Kroeker – always said it best; play to your strengths. 

CF, play to your strengths! 

We shared a piece of Dulce de Leche Caramel cheesecake at the table and then took home a piece of Hershey’s Chocolate cheesecake for the next day.  On the way home that night we had to quickly stop at ‘Target’ (naturally) and we were both walking zombies as the instant sugar high vacated our bodies leaving tired shells.

That was some good cheesecake though – not gonna lie!

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Letsplay, wannaplay?, Ido - How I imagine Jonny would speak.
One of our dogs almost lost their life this week….or at least had its owner (yours truly) threatening him with a trip to the glue factory. 

Jonny – our youngest – likes to play fetch with his tennis ball on the main floor because the tile is fun to roll the ball around on.  When doing this, when he isn’t getting enough attention, he likes to roll it underneath the TV stand and then whine until you go and retrieve it for him….or, this week, go behind the TV himself and try to get it on his own.

Wouldn’t ya know it – in doing so, he toppled one of the speakers and we were treated to a loud ‘BANG’ as we got ready to go out upstairs.

Now, I’m a pretty laid back guy – don’t get upset very easily and take things in stride – but when you mess with my electronics, I go from zero to Red Alert in a nanosecond.  I think I touched two stairs as I flew down the staircase seconds after that bang.  I knew instantly what had happened (because I had foreseen and verbally predicted it many times) and I was not happy. 

(No sir, he was not).

After loudly and deeply scolding Jonny – I went about opening up the speaker to see what the damage was.  Yep, busted innerds and this speaker was finished.  As I cursed with every word I knew – and a few I didn’t know in Spanish – Terri came down and tried to sooth things.

It didn’t work.

“We’ll just go and get new speakers,” she says.  “We have had these ones since we were in the apartment (8-years ago) so perhaps it IS time.”

That’s a good point there…
Bose knows sound...oh yes they do!
By the end of the day, we didn’t only have new speakers, we had a new home electronic entertainment centre courtesy of our friends at Bose.  “This will last us for the rest of our lives…” is what we tell ourselves when we look at the bill (the system itself is on order).

The ironic part is I managed to fix the speaker when we returned home ctsy of some adhesive and a few screws….”Well, since we’ve already paid for this other thing, might as well keep it, right?....” 

During the set-up phase, it actually has you throw on a pair of mic’d up headphones and then sends you to five different parts of your room where you may or may not watch TV from.  It then plays a series of test tones to sync up the sound.  It then adjusts the speakers internally to reflect good sound from any one of those five positions – AdaptIQ it is called.  I was kind of like ‘Ok, this is interesting…’

Once we got that all set-up, we threw in a ‘test’ movie (Raiders of the Lost Ark) just to see what the sound was like.

OMG.

You know that old DTS thing that used to come up on VHS movies?  It was the whole Dolby Surround thing?  Starts as a mild hum and builds to a loud crescendo on your TV.  Ya, this blu-ray did that and Terri and I just looked at each other and started laughing – because the sound was so ridiculously good.  Ya, this is going to be fun to watch movies with!

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Oh Cable Guy, where art thou...

So, this past Tuesday was ‘cable/internet/phone’ hook-up day.  Very exciting – and as you can see, I was up early and eagerly awaiting the Cable Guy’s arrival (the apt was for between 8-10a).  I was actually sitting there in case he drove by looking for the place, I could run out and make sure he sees me – waving my arms wildly like I’m trying to be rescued off a deserted island…’Over here….please!!  Help us!!’

He arrived as scheduled (at about 9:30a) and the poor guy was here until 3pm.  Our whole cable infrastructure is a mess in this new place.  There are cable hook-ups in literally EVERY room EXCEPT the living room area.  Go figure.  Cable Guy (Ernesto) suggested we shift our entire living room area to the dining room for the closest hook-up to which I said;

“Ya, that’s not happening dude.”

Ernesto then proceeded to check the connections and discovered that the connections are indeed there, but not hooked into the main line.  He thatgot that sorted in the garage but then informed us that in order to get cable into the living room area, he would have to run a physical cable from the garage, through the wall, over an archway, through a closet and out the wall into the living area (Wendy, you’ll understand this having been here).  This is all EXTERNAL cabling, which he then stapled into the wall.  It actually doesn’t look as bad as I thought it would….

With that done, the TV was switched on and voila – cable! 

Then he hooked in the internet lines – voila – internet!

Then phone and voila – phone!

It was like Christmas morning I was so happy.  Once all that was done, there were a few glitches with a couple of the extra cable boxes upstairs but he set-up an appointment to get the malfunctioning boxes switched out on Friday.

YES!!

So, off Ernesto goes and Terri and I both split off to accomplish separate related tasks….there was downloading, phone calls, checking all the TV channels and then settling in to watch some soccer.  It was glorious – until about 8pm.

The doorbell rings and it is Ernesto.
“Hey, Ernesto!  What’s up?”
(me thinking he’s here to swap out the upstairs boxes as part of some excellent customer service – nope.)

“Mr. Yeremy, we ‘ave a prolem” he says as he hands me his phone.

His Supervisor, Gustavo, proceeds to inform me that Ernesto has installed the wrong equipment at the wrong house and another customer is supposed to have our DVR, Cable boxes, modem, etc. – and Ernesto is now here to rip it all out and leave us with nothing until Friday.

“Umm what?”

We are to get the same equipment but not until Friday.

“Wait a second, Ernesto showed up as he was scheduled to and installed everything he was supposed to….I don’t understand what you’re saying Sir.”
Ernesto...poor Ernesto...

Gustavo: “Sir, your appointment was changed this morning and is now not until Friday when all that stuff will be installed then.”

Me: “Wait, that appointment is a supplementary appointment to swap out a couple of malfunctioning boxes.  Ernesto here made that appointment.”

Gustavo: “Sir, let my technician into your ‘ouse so he can do his work.  Another customer is waiting, you have the wrong appointment.  I do not know why Ernesto went there today.”

Me: “He came here because he was scheduled to come here, that’s why…and he did what he was scheduled to do, so just get some new boxes and give those to the other customer.”

Gustavo: “That’s not how we do it Sir.  Let my technician in or I will call the police.”

Now, through this little snippet of conversation, can you feel my temperature slowly rising ?(As Bane would say: ‘the fire rises’)

It ended up being a mess.  I had to call our sales Rep and he came over to calm things down, I called Comcast corporate, I argued with Gustavo….In the end, we got to keep the boxes and equipment and they switched them over to our name.  Poor Ernesto had been working all day and his Supervisor sent him back – and he didn’t want to pull any of it out – he loved us!  We felt terrible for him!  We offered him food, drinks – whatever he wanted as he had obviously been on the clock for over 12hrs now!

He just wanted to go home – and we understood that….and he did and we got to keep our cable, phone and internet.  YAY!!

But…

We got up Wednesday morning and everything was shut down. 

“Oh man…” I said – as the fire once again started to rise within….

Terri called Comcast and it was explained to her that until a work order is closed, service cannot be maintained.  Our work order is not closed because there is an appointment on Friday to complete the actual job.  Therefore, because our work order was not closed off, no equipment in our house has been registered so the connection is not maintained.  We asked if the person we were speaking with could close the work order – and naturally he could not.  He said once the work is done on Friday, then everything should be fine.

When Ernesto left on Tuesday night, I was told to relay to him (by Comcast Customer Service) that he needed to close off the work order immediately and we were to re-schedule the Friday appointment as a ‘malfunctioning equipment’, not a ‘set-up’ appointment as it had been entered. 

Confusing, I know.
"Patient you must be...come to you cable/internet/phone will"

As it stands, we have nothing once again.  And I am postulating that when poor Ernesto got back to the office to close off the order, my new good pal (his Supervisor) Gustavo said he could not close it off – just to be a you-know-what (rhymes with rumplete stick).

After slightly blowing my top – the fire rose...and exploded – I came to the realization nothing will change and Friday is only a couple days away.  I’ll lodge a formal complete with Comcast in regards to Gustavo’s conduct (actual and perceived) once the job is done.  We lasted this long without right?  What’s a few more days?

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Bonus picture!!  On-set with Terri!
We have a few more tales to share – but will save those for another blog posting – which will be sooner than this one!  (our apologies for being tardy)

Thursday is US Thanksgiving and we are opening our home to 10 people from Terri’s work for a massive dinner for those without family here.  Everyone is bringing a dish and we are going to have a night of food, friends and lots of laughter. 

Just being able to have the opportunity to share the occasion with new people has us feeling pretty thankful indeed!  We will raise a glass to your – our family and friends – whom we are also so very thankful for!  Your love, support and continued messages are appreciated more than you can know – even if it is as simple as a ‘Like’ for this blog link on Facebook.

Talk at you soon!

Sunday, November 11, 2012

"You Have Chosen....Poorly..."

I forsee a bad meal in our future...

Anyone who has seen “Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade” will likely know the quote above – and may even follow it up with (in a scruffy old person’s voice - if you’re an Indy nerd like me..)  “You have chosen…wisely…but the grail cannot pass beyond the great shield.  That is the boundary…and the price of immortality.”

Ya, 90% of you aren’t going that deep…and if you haven’t seen ‘Last Crusade’, get with the program because if I find out, friendships will be tested…  ☺

The title of the blog refers to our dining experience on Wednesday night.  When Terri’s Momz was here (gettin’ gangsta up in this maaa) we went down to a place in Miami called Lincoln Road.  It is a street mall in Miami Beach and it is a wonderful little spot – and it has one of the swankiest parkades you’ll ever be in….I felt a tinge guilty parking the Mazda there amongst the BMW/Mercedes and Audis.  Anyways, we had a wonderful dinner at a restaurant called Van Dyke’s – but there are a ton of little places where you can eat, drink and be merry.  So, Wednesday night we ventured down there to have a further look at the shops and restaurants with a mind to having a decent meal.

When Wendy was here, we trotted about 3-4 blocks down Lincoln before finally deciding on Van Dyke’s.  Wednesday we went a little further before eventually deciding to try ‘Dal Toro’, in part largely because of the large colored ‘orbs’ that adorned many of the tables.  As you can see by the pictures, we had some fun with said orbs.

It's like looking over a planet!
We were both set for some dessert later on so we decided against having an appetizer and went straight for the main course….after some drinks.  I say ‘some’ because more than one was made (but not consumed).  Our first order consisted of me asking the waitress if the bartender knew how to make a ‘caesar’.  She trotted off to ask the bartender and came back moments later with an enthusiastic “Yes, yes he can!”

“Excellent.  We’ll have two of those!!”

When the drinks arrive, we smile, take a taste and quickly realize these are not quite the caesar’s we are used to.  In fact, they are likely caesar’s that NO ONE is used to and when the waitress comes back, we inform her they just are undrinkable.  You see, the caesar was made with tomato juice, some sort of lemon and then no Worcestershire/Tabasco thrown in….and no celery salt on the rim (it DID have a stalk of celery though!).

The waitress graciously offered to make us another couple of drinks.  “Ok, we’ll stay safe here…one black Russian, one white Russian.”  Off she goes and we chuckle to ourselves and politely remind each other we are not in Canada anymore.  A few minutes later, the waitress returns with the bartender’s smartphone and asks me to verify that he was indeed making the right drink…The drink on the screen was called a ‘Scissor’, not ‘Caesar’.  I laughed and found the right drink in his drinks app and she said he was determined to get it right.  I offered to jump behind the bar to show him but she politely declined my request.
It's a VERY creamy White Russian.
When she returned with our latest drink order, we got another surprise.  Terri’s white Russian was made with pure cream….and no Kahlua….essentially vodka and cream.  Man, was THAT disgusting!  Our poor waitress comes to check on us again and we place our orders for dinner – a Chicken Caesar salad for Jer and some Tortiglioni Rustici pasta for Terri.  Oh, Terri also asked her to bring small shot of coffee liqueur to put into her white Russian.

Off she went…

Once Terri got her coffee liqueur, we attempted to soak up the atmosphere of Lincoln Road.  On this night, a new H&M store was opening down the block the next day so we were treated to lots of fancily dressed boys and girls who were off to the soft opening on Wednesday.

Our food was made remarkably quick and we were happy to chow down on what we expected to be a good little meal – after all, Dal Toro received 5-stars on Urban Spoon….The disappointment continued.  My chicken caesar salad was soggy and the chicken was hard and overcooked.  Not to mention the caesar dressing tasted very little like Caesar dressing, there was no lemon and it had more croutons than lettuce leaves – seriously.  Terri’s pasta though was excellent – save for the fact the noodles weren’t done and it was a bit ‘chewy’.  We sighed and both agreed this was a wonderful learning experience for us….one place we can scratch off the list when it comes to eating out on Lincoln Road.  Turns out the best part about the place was the colorful orbs.

Our waitress, bless her heart, did her best and I’m sure was happy to see the back of us when we departed.

However, the best part of our evening was yet to come….
He doesn't have alien eyes...

As we were preparing to leave, a tall, scruffy looking gentleman – obviously an unemployed student of some sort – stopped just off our table and began feverishly drawing Terri.  We were both kind of taken aback and Terri attempted to warn him off (because we weren’t interested in paying for unsolicited art) but he said “No, no…no money….” And kept going.  I chuckled as we awkwardly sat there…

“I’m going to draw you too boss…” he said as he quickly looked at me then down at his canvas.  “But, without your glasses on….I’m also going to put a cigar in your mouth.”

To which I replied….”Not really a smoker but ok…As long as it’s not a penis, we’re good, man.”
(I used the slang term in reality but my mom’s read this so..)

Jafarhi then proceeded to tell us he was a student who had just moved here to pursue an art career and before attending school in January, he was opening his own business.

“Good for you.” We both said….He finished up, signed our drawing and proceeded to tell us that one day, that signature may be worth a lot of money....and then as he handed us the drawing (a drawing done in pen I might add), Terri handed him $3 with an apology that she didn’t have more.  As you look at the picture of said drawing below…is it really worth more?

"Crappy Dinner At Dal Toro" - by Jafarhi

As we parted ways with Jafarhi, we both smiled at each other and decided the evening was not a total loss because we now have a wonderful story to share with you!  And as we walked towards the place we were eyeing up for dessert, we were quickly informed that it was now closed and we were out of luck.

It was 10pm.

We went home and were both asleep just after 11pm.

Oh what a night….

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Happy Birthday To An Old Friend…


**A quick note about this blog entry – it is a personal entry, kind of like a diary entry.  I wrote it for a few reasons;  a) The obvious title at the top, b) For me – I wanted to get a few things off my chest and c) For you – to provide you with a deeper insight into me (should you care to go deeper!  If not, stop reading!!).

Now, a few of you who read this (and have known me for a long time) may be able to figure out exactly to whom I am referring.  If so, please keep this entry in the strictest of confidence.  Thank you.

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Around this time every year, I get a feeling that I have something to remember….and then it comes to me – it’s an old friend’s birthday November 9th.  You see, 18 years ago I lost this old friend, one of my dearest, most cherished childhood buddies…but wait, don’t be sad because this friend didn’t die.  On the contrary…to my knowledge he is alive and well and is the success I knew he would one day be.

I lost him through a stupid falling out.

Our friendship started way back in Grade 8 at Eastview Junior High in Red Deer, Alberta.  Through a number of different other friends, I’d met – and didn’t care for – this person.  I thought he was an obnoxious jerk – and he’ll freely admit he was back then.  He didn’t care for me either…in fact, one day as I was walking to a class on the other side of the school (across the bike racks), we crossed paths and he punched me in the gut…playfully but also because he was an obnoxious jerk.

Then one night I was with a group of friends skating at a local arena.  He was there with his buddies and we all managed to end up in a group doing the idiotic things young boys that age will do.  That night we got to know each other a bit and decided ‘hey, we actually have a lot in common and CAN stand one another’.  It wasn’t long after that we became ‘buds’ and were hanging out at school on a semi-regular basis.

Once we hit high school, we worked at McDonald’s together for a time and in 1986, developed a mutual fondness for the movie ‘Top Gun’.  After seeing that movie, I considered becoming a fighter pilot (what young guy didn’t?) but my buddy was adamant this was going to happen for him….I certainly encouraged it for him.

We ended up going to see ‘Top Gun’ at the theatre in Red Deer for 10 straight weeks…as well as at least a few airshows in those years.  I can STILL recite the lines from that movie…and when I hear ‘You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling’, the memories get so thick and vivid it is unbelievable to me….Never mind if I actually SEE the movie on TV.  It’s like a car accident…I can’t turn away…and I’m sure my wife gets furious at me for reciting the lines before they are said and regaling her with tales about how – as a teenager – I loved this movie.

Until just a few years ago I still had the ‘Top Gun’ hats I had embroidered for us on his birthday way back when….just like in the movie.

Now, through those teenage years, our friendship was tested.  You see, to many of the girls, my best friend was ‘the good looking one’ and I was ‘the friend’.  I cannot count how many girls would tell me how much they liked him while I pined for them.  As you can imagine, this would cause friction from time to time….but he was like a brother to me and I could not help what nature had given us both in the looks/personality department.

My friend was also a little more gifted in athletics and while I dreamed of playing football, he WAS playing it….and rugby…and hockey.  I was 120lbs soaking wet.  My buddy was a good 140.  But when I finally got the nerve to try out for the high school football team, well, I did something my friend could never do – I made the team.  However, my jubilation at making the team was crushed by the fact he did not.  This was supposed to be something we would do together – and not just me; a number of our friends were on the team.  To this day I feel that pain of him not making it…and not making it changed him.  Our friendship was never the same after that – as much as we tried to say it was…Oh we still had plenty of fun…sneaking out overnight, going to parties and getting into all kinds of nuisance (legal and otherwise) but that bond was not as strong.  I was experiencing something he never would – a number of us were – and I know it hurt him a lot to be in the stands and not playing with us.

It was especially tough because our football team went from laughing stock to one of the best in the province – and for me, football changed my life.  I do not know if I would be where I am today were it not for the things I learned about myself and about being part of a team.  My friend never got to experience that like a number of his closest friends did.  I can’t imagine how tough that must have been.

Now, as we settled into our high school lives in somewhat different circles, we both found/lost our first loves, both went through personality changes and grew apart.  But during our last year in high school – and beyond when I went back for an extra semester – we maintained a connection.  Before I went off to University, we went up to West Edmonton Mall together – one last hurrah – and recorded ‘You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling’ at the karaoke place they had there (Studio 86 or something?).  We also did MC Hammer’s ‘You can’t Touch This’ - and I still have the tape (after listening to it, my wife now constantly begs me to do MC Hammer at every karaoke night we go to at our favorite resort).

But I digress….

When I went off to University in Ontario, we wrote to one another, called each other regularly – on a land line phone if you can believe it – and made visits to each other’s homes at Christmas and New Years.  I remember that first Christmas back in Red Deer after I’d left…a group of us went up to Edmonton for New Years and it was a mess, to say the least.

But it was as if I’d never been gone from my best friend.  We stayed up late and talked about our lives, ribbed one another, drank and played video games…typical guy stuff.  We did the same thing when he came to visit me during the summer in Thunder Bay.  I got to show him MY life and the things in it – and it was awesome!

As I headed towards the end of University, I had decided on a broadcasting career and was going back to Calgary to SAIT for it.  Perfect – my buddy was going to University of Calgary (for psychology) and it was decided; we would be roommates with a downtown apartment in Calgary.  (Living a boy’s adventure tale…)

Then I had a serious look at what this was going to cost me.  I made the tough choice to live in residence rather than get our dream place – and that was the beginning of the end.  Don’t get me wrong, we got past it and he got a great place with a couple of other of our high school pals – but our friendship had taken a serious hit.

Once school started, I was volunteering one night at Shaw TV in Calgary.  They were doing a fundraising auction and one of the things up for grabs were two tickets to a Flames game – versus St.Louis I believe…Ironic…and with what little money I had, I scooped up those tickets with my best pal in mind.  It was a small gesture of friendship – an olive branch of sorts for letting him down….so off we went to dinner and the Flames game.  And while my buddy didn’t jump the glass naked and end up rolling around on the ice, we DID raise a few eyebrows and had fun switching seats in the almost empty Saddledome.  I remember the walk to the LRT after the game and the ‘I’ll call you tomorrow, we’ll get together again soon’ promises that were made.

That was the last time I saw my friend on such cordial terms.

Thanksgiving was approaching a couple weeks later and my friend invited me to Red Deer to spend Thanksgiving with his family.  I was alone, this was a no-brainer and I was excited to go.  Then my phone rang….some of my University friends from Thunder Bay had the same thing in mind – they didn’t want me alone for Thanksgiving so they were driving out to spend it with me.

What do I do?  Tell them not to come?  Perhaps I should have, in hindsight…But I didn’t.  Instead, I phoned my friend believing (and hoping) in my heart that he would understand and perhaps even stay and have dinner with us.

Nope.

That was the last straw.  I had broken his trust for the last time.  We were finished.

I had Thanksgiving with my Thunder Bay friends and don’t regret it to this day.

A couple of weeks later – on this very day – I called my friend and wished him a happy birthday.  It was the shortest phone call in our decade-plus friendship.

I won’t say I was crushed, but I was certainly hurt – and I was mad.  ‘I sure as hell don’t need friends like that!’ I decided.

Now let me state again, I would not change anything I did.  But I have mourned the loss of this friendship ever since.

Early in my broadcasting career, I wrote to my friend, sent him Christmas cards and even a long letter of apology.  I have never heard from him.  I have dreamed about old times, daydreamed of reconciliation and hoped that at some point we could just talk it out.

It’s just not in the cards I guess.

At some of the highest points of my broadcasting career – interviewing David Beckham, standing on the pitch at the Bernebeu in Madrid, reporting from the MLS Cup in Seattle – I have always thought how much fun my friend would be having were he there, were he a part of my life, how proud he’d be and how we’d laugh at all the nonsense this career brings from time to time…

The loss of this friendship has affected other friendships I have had down the years.  I have never had another close friend, not like that – at least not other than my brother and my wife.  Perhaps some things just do stick with you….I’ve always kept my distance, been fearful of getting hurt – and I know I’ve likely missed out on some truly great people.  I’ve moved around a lot in my career and that hasn’t helped but I admire my old friends from high school who have known each other and been fixtures in each other’s lives for decades.  That is so very special.  I often wonder what my life would be had I stayed and built my life in 'the 'Deer'.

I went to my 20th reunion a few years back and I honestly felt like a stranger at a party where everyone knew each other….It was so weird.  Most of the people there didn’t even attend the Saturday night dinner function because they see each other all the time – it wasn’t a priority for them!  There were class-only drinks on Friday so my wife never did get to meet most of the people whom I grew up with – including my former best friend who didn’t come.

I think they would have been fast friends instantly.

Now, the advent of Facebook did allow my friend and I to reconnect briefly for a time – but we are no longer friends on there, and that’s ok.…Though I will admit I do check out his profile from time to time, just to make sure he is still around and doing well.

He is.

And November 9th - is his 41st birthday.

I would like to say this to him:

I hope you are well.
I hope your life is exactly as you hoped it would be.
I hope you take time to look back and reflect on all you’ve accomplished and all the lives you have touched – and there are many I am sure.
I hope you see the best parts of yourself in your son – and some of the mischief.
I hope you know that despite the fact we are no longer in each other’s lives, I think of you often and fondly remember the good times we had as kids and as young men ready to conquer the world – and that I miss your friendship every day.
I hope you know that I am proud of you and that I do still hope our paths cross again someday.
Most of all I wish you good health, happiness and continued success in your life.

Happy birthday my dear old friend.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

America Decides... and We Decide to Go Golfing

Wise words...

It's Election Day!  Experiencing our first US Election in this country has been exciting, frustrating, annoying and a little scary.

We are staunch Obama supporters and currently live in a state where people really are divided.

But, we can't vote, so we will remain on the sidelines and see what happens tonight!  I can tell you one thing... I am very much looking forward to NOT hearing election ads on the radio anymore.  This is why these campaigns require millions upon millions in fundraising support... to fund their stupid advertising budgets!  Wow, annoying.

With no access to cable TV (still!  update below) we have no idea what is going on with the election at the time this blog is being written.  My sister-in-law Jessica (who's birthday is today!  Happy Birthday!) suggested a good way of knowing the end result is to look up.  If the sky turns blood red and birds fall from above, then we know Romney won.

Thanks for the suggestion, Jessica!

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My ball is to the right of the sign.  Within reach, but unreachable by law.
FORE!

Literally, watch your head, your windshield, your flower pots... run and duck for cover, the St. Louis' went golfing today.

Jeremy signed up for a type of 'Groupon' website called 'Living Social'.  He receives a daily email with a coupon type deal for a service or activity within South Florida.

And a couple of weeks ago, we received a deal for 18 holes of golf with a cart at Costa Del Sol, a course here in Doral.  So, today we golfed!

And, WOW we were bad!  Two and a half months without golfing did exactly what I suspected... we were like Tin Man in the rain... just plain old rusty.
Jer rocking the white ankle socks and sandals look.

Costa del Sol is located in a square mile block in the middle of Doral City, so there were a number of holes positioned parallel to city streets... this did not bode well for vehicles or pedestrians who happened to be using said streets while we teed off.  Jeremy and I both suffer from a serious slice, so needless to say, we were a little hesitant to 'give'er' off the tee.

Lovely course, but what's that in the water??

No worries, just a branch.  Phew!
On one occasion, I did hit into oncoming traffic, luckily there was a momentary lull and nobody received a dent or a windshield crack.  Instead, as luck would have it, my shot went straight for some city workers who were attending to some trees down the street... my 'Fore!' went unheard and I thought for sure they didn't notice.... but nope, when I turned my attention back to the workers after putting my stupid driver back in its bag, one of them had my golf ball in hand and was bouncing it off the ground and catching it, mocking my horrific inability to master my tee-shot.  Touche, city worker, touche.  And my apologies.
Par 3, tee off over water, my ball drove right into the water bank!

What we DID master today, was our ability to lose a whole lot of golf balls!  Wherever there were water hazards... our ball gravitated towards them.  Wherever there were condo buildings.... our ball bounced off the metal screens protecting their windows.  There was not a straight and safe fairway shot to be had.  But that's ok, it was a beautiful day and we were happy to be outside and enjoying a golf game in November!

"Stop honking in my back-swing!"
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Update on our cable/internet/phone situation - there is no update!  We still don't have cable, internet or a phone hookup.  However, AT&T have been working in the area, so we hope to have some good news soon.

In the meantime, we've been occupying ourselves with some TV series on bluray/DVD.  We've been catching up on a couple of HBO gems - Curb Your Enthusiasm with Larry David (creator of Seinfeld) and Eastbound & Down.  Both are hilarious and we highly recommend them!  However, neither should be watched in the presence of children.  Yikes!

We're also able to catch up on some of our favorite current series through our Dropbox 'cloud' account.  We are super thankful that a friend of ours back home has been steadily uploading episodes to our account and we download from here.  It's been working very well!  Therefore we are almost caught up on Downton Abbey, Sons of Anarchy and The Walking Dead.

We've also been endulging ourselves in our version of TV 'comfort food' - Star Trek: The Next Generation!  Every once in a while, we throw on an episode and are taken back to campy early 90's sci-fi.  Love it!

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Check out our Alfred Hitchcock "Birds" experience at a gas station at the corner of 41st and 107th!







If you fear birds (or fear being pooed on from the sky), this is not an intersection for you!

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Ready for some retro-grilling action!
Let the grilling begin!  We walked into Lowe's last night to get some ant killer (we go through lots of that stuff...) and walked out with a BBQ.  It's cute, it's shiny and it's red!  (I know you'll love it, Ashton!)  It's also infra-red and doesn't require propane or coals, so less fuss, less mess!  At least that's what I say now, before I've even turned it on...

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Work has been unbelievably busy lately.  I've been doing the job of 2 people in the hopes that reinforcements will be hired soon... and the good news came down the pipe on Monday.  My 30 hour work weekends are soon to be over!  My newly acquired facial twitch is releaved.

And some other GREAT news on the job front for Jeremy... a meeting has been scheduled and it looks like he will soon be joining the workforce here in Miami as well.  Stay tuned for news on that development.

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Did we mention how much we love Skype?  We also love Facetime.  And we were able to do so with our nieces Piper and Raelle for the first time since we moved down here.  Not going to lie, I got a little teary eyed after we said goodbye.  We sure do miss those kids... and Justin & Tannis... and EVERYONE back home!  Looking forward to Christmas!

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"Play!"
And one final note... the dogs are great!  It's amazing how Frankie and Jonny are like our kids.  I received so much joy giving them some new toys this week.  Watching the hope in their eyes as I cut the tags off the new buys, and then the excitement as they jumped up and down as I squeezed the 'squeakers' in the toys to get them riled up.  They were thrilled and so was I!

If you are or ever have been a dog owner, you understand what I'm talking about... ;)

Frankie has been steadily sleeping on the guest bed where my Mom was staying... I think she misses her Grandmom.

....and proud of it!