Sunday, October 31, 2010

Can You Buy Kashi Cereal In Australia?

My first time

This entry dedicated to Sophie Ochab, which is a great inspiration for me, unsurpassed, and a man, whose wisdom makes that life becomes easier, fuller and more beautiful. Sophie, thanks to which I understood that to reach somewhere, you overcome your way on foot, so as to not forget in the meantime, what is going on ...

all began with porridge. And it's not such an ordinary gray pulp, only a delicious mixture of silver flakes, firm raisins, walnuts, juicy, sweet almonds, sliced \u200b\u200bbanana, handful salt and cane sugar. Oatmeal has always been for me ; very special meal, because as a toddler raised with horses, since I can remember I assume that since oats can give this great strength czterokopytnym creatures, it probably works similarly to humans. And yes, I do not know how many years now, when I wake up in the morning, do not think either of coffee or a cigarette, nor about anything else, just about my favorite flakes. And thanks to Canada, this breakfast ritual took on a completely new character - and that's because Jordan (Maynardow son, the mother of Charlie and the unofficial king of the hippies) taught me a great application: namely, rather than wrangle with the traditional cooking porridge in the pot, throw all ingredients into a bowl, stirred, poured cold water and thrown in the microwave for 5 minutes. Thanks to this, not enough that nothing and no bridging, burns, it still have opportunities to do something useful in the meantime (in my case, release the duck, rat chase a pantry or move out Charlie for a walk). And when you already zabulgocze oatmeal, add a little milk, mix the entire mixture for the last time and pushed me into itself at express pace like samotuczacy August Gasior. Every day I repeat myself, not to hurry with breakfast and at each subsequent bucket Murzyniatkach think about the starving in Africa. Unfortunately, in this case empathy definitely loses to greed, and flirt with my porridge esophagus lasts much shorter than the investigation of the microwave
;-) From what I wrote above, it is clear that I am owsiankowym krotkodystansowcem. But fortunately, things are just the opposite when it comes to running - while the race for a hundred meters to more than one hamburgerozerca przegralbym, on longer trips I feel stronger. And I mention this because today I ran your first race on Canadian soil, and the pride I boast that broke his October 31 to 10 kilometers zyciowke. It is true that time 41:18:93 probably not make it spells for me to kill the sponsors, but so after the race I felt like I just won the marathon at the Olympics Games.


Speaking of winning, quite seriously, after the race it turned out that I took first place in the unofficial classification of the longest and most complicated name. And all of a sudden a month after the resumption of trainings after closing (or also 'suture' and told my doctor) meniscus in his left knee ... And how can you not believe in the magical power of porridge!


race itself took place in the spirit of Halloween - the runners and spectators poprzebierali up for a variety of creatures, and the course of our struggle has been decorated with licznymii dyniowymi variations.
     
                                            




As for the route, so proceeded. seawall'em, about whom I wrote already earlier that it is probably the most beautiful city Pathway, what I saw in my life. Believe me, the running over the bay, on the one hand, au stop a mighty cliff on the other hand, with caps whose proudly look at you age Park'owe Stanley clones, makes your legs work goes beyond 'Physical exercise' and becomes a veritable feast for the senses all kinds. And so, in moments of crisis (especially between the fifth and sixth kilometer), I repeated to myself: 'Dude, do not fret. Look at the water, take a look at the sun, the air in the lungs lap - you're the happiest man in the World! ". Already at the finish line, where waiting for us at a wonderful gorge with chocolate, bananas, biscuits, yogurt and whole lot of other rarities, I thought, the mantra, which I repeated myself in moments of weakness, was not only a range, cheap trick to swallowing more stealthy feet.

Miko & Jordan at the finish, space, respectively: 125 i. .. 9
It was the truest truth (or too obvious obviousness): Life is so beautiful that they have to hitch a handful, while we have to this occasion. Because if more than one man can be sad when you can anything happen to him when he will be able to do?

Sophy, thank you for the information though I was brushing against the unique approach to your life. Every day I keep my fingers crossed for you ...





With love from the Wild West,


Mick Jogger

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Congratulations To Expecting

(U) families in Whistler


the last Tuesday of twins Chris













and Mike













took me to a birthday trip to Whistler. Same road already announced that it will be a special day. And not just because the first time since coming to Canada, we left Vancouver. This was because one of the most beautiful, most spectacular routes I have ever seen in my life. Quad-highway sandwiched between the beautiful, just a little bit sinister backs North Van, a bay, which is divided from the ocean only to Vancouver Island (island, on the southern side of Victoria is located - the capital of British Columbia), was something between a Highway to Hell Stairway to Heaven. And we found ourselves in the middle of this 'between'.



When it comes to Vancouver Island, I said to you visit because of two things: the first is primary rainforest with trees so huge that it takes ten people, I use them oplesc. The second is the plaza in Tofino - spans of tens of kilometers of sand nature reserve, and at the same time autumn Mecca surfers from all over America. It was here in November and December to be the best waves around the west coast, so we will be added soon eats them up with lovers of San Diego. Already on the way back, we decided that it arguably already Tofino will be our next goal expedition. In keeping with the religious nomenclature must be noted that if Tofino is a surfing Mecca, it can be safely called a Whistler ski and Kathmandu (and perhaps especially) snowboarders. And not just those from the ;-) It's the mark of Buddha already in Whistler in February this year took place most of the Olympic struggles, when two silver medals in jumping won our little mouse, skier Bode Miller first drank beer tanks, and then spatula spread the overall competition superkombinacji and Justyna Kowalczyk almost made the commentator Thomas Zimoch breathed his last:


However
headed back to our escapades, just behind the town Squamish, Chris asked me if there is something special, What I wish for my birthday. Not much thinking I replied that yes, I would like to meet a bear, and that would be perfect if it was not a man-eating grizzly. Chris has gone on a vision and a low voice spoke these words: 'No it's not all we do, how to pray to the Indian gods, lest we sent down some bowl ...'.

Czartorski Chris is a retired professor of photography and most of the life he lectured on vancouverskim Emily Carr University of Art and Design. This is a man of great personal culture, speaking a language which already he actually did not hear - full of elegance and sense of time. In his mouth is an equally beautiful floral say about history of black-and-white photos, as well as finding Relating to the architecture of the place where you live: "For you see, in West Vancouver, when it comes to construction, everything is there so ... rozpierdolone." Chris came to Canada at the age of two years, so it is actually more Canadian than Polish, but speaks in Polish better than many a hunter forfiterow!
And most importantly, it is extremely modest and good-natured man. However, despite all its advantages, I would not expect that there is also clairvoyant. And in the worst case, with no plugs in some squamishowego shaman - I think the fact that the dipped fingers The point is that my wish was fulfilled even before sunset. After a birthday toast from a coat Honey Lager Whistler we went for a walk on the Lost Lake (Lost Lake), and we had no time even just to get into the woods when I stood in our way ... Bear. Przylapalismy him when dopasal just at the edge of the golf course (shame to admit, but so far I did not know that the bowls are sometimes trawozerne) and initially seemed that we ignored. So we stood and stared at him as stupid in the cheese, and only when it has gone otrzezwielismy leb, turned in our direction and began to move vigorously nostrils. A light breeze blew just in our hand, too fast and slow, we realized that this is one of those moments when nature shows us who the boss really is.




Only moments later we got to the table about what to do if the meeting with Mr.Bearem: "Avoid eye contact and slowly withdraw." We of course we did everything wrong - as we approached the closest they could and stoczylismy battles of the bowl to look even more exciting from the daily struggles of Charlie's Soda. This more, this time we we were in the role of Charlie, and misiek certainly have more oil in the head than Soda ... Because in the end the stupidest dog in the world.


Fortunately, Indian gods were graciously and not enough that we did not have to say goodbye to our scalps, it is still safely brought us to the Lost Lake - a lake of water emerald in color, on which a pilgrim nudist summer from all over the state of BC, the pile ganja and swim naked in the own-built rafts.





As the summer is already over, not given to us was to stand eye to eye with a. .. any of them, but we found the fungus heaviest I've ever met. The Canadian version of Boletus edulis (though the colors Koźlak), which we found on the shores of the lake may not have been a monstrously huge, but was damn heavy - our good specimen weighed three kilograms (or more). Anyway, enough, I use my hand ached when I carried him to the car. Well enough, in order to knock out the bear's brother, had This time, however, wished us tremble!



My birthday Quarter ended beautiful Whistler, siniejacy sunset. Thanks guys for a wonderful trip!


Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Quack Dr Mercola's Advice May Kill You

Mickey the Kid

Lucky Luke, Pat Garrett and Emilio Estevez in "Young shotguns' are just some of my childhood idols, which you probably never would have met a real cowboy would not passion Loco. While other fathers recorded on vhs s subsequent episodes of 'extradition', my swallowed and devoured countless amounts of outright westerns. When collecting antlers and other souvenirs from the spa, he was finding real leather, American saddle with plates engraved with the words 'Billy Cook Saddles' and other decorative bajerami. It is true that long ago wanted to be an Indian Loco (I read even a few books on Siouxach and Cheyenne'ach), but I think it went something wrong with some beautiful squaw, he quickly crossed the barricades and forever turned away from the red brethren. And I, willy-nilly, I grew up in such conditions and in retrospect I must say that has been able to resist cowboy mania - I think that is safe to say that dreams of being a cowboy, drained of milk ...
father :-) I remember how, years ago we were sitting in Nowicy with Loco and the 'Polish Dylan' Ark, only three of us, listening to Neil Young, watched movies about the Wild West, and I like this kid fascinated by older companions, once imagined himself as the Wyatt Earp, Billy the Kid is. Rozsiadalismy August evening in a smoky kitchen, on which walls were immortal wallpaper in green peas, Arek przygrywal his poetic ballads, and Loco Off about this, that life is wonderful (especially in the middle of the bottle Seven Crown, which we bought for 190 crowns in store Border necessary). Not much time was needed, so I started thinking about you travel in the prairies, bears and discover tropic primary forests hidden somewhere in the far north. So, what if only dreamed it to be a cowboy. Such true: in a hat, leather coat, with silver Colt holster, and my con przybiegalby like a Jolly Jumper, the quietest even whistle. But I would not expect that my dream is fulfilled the then in such a perverse way - yesterday because I realized that quite inadvertently, and almost imperceptibly my cowboy dream just became reality. It is true that instead of my red hat, cotton hat, instead of mantle, plaid, flannel shirts, Colt replaces my second banana to breakfast in the back pocket of jeans, and a horse serves me przymaly touring bike from the stables of Rocky Mountain. But I feel so free, like I just flew in cramped cages endless plain that the end is not even najwytrawniejsze dostrzegloby telescopic eye. I feel happy knowing that at any time I move on, and depends only on me, I choose the north Yukon, Alberta in the east, or may choose to smoke a pipe room with hordes of wild meksykancow in the south. I feel as strong as ever in my life. And when I run every morning by the Indian Reservation to the tribe Squamishow distant a few miles from the stables, in which you work, and meet a friendly coyote at the barn in August zakradajacego unsuspecting pale face, I thought that was right but this is my old, when Pial the whole house, and the walls were falling peas, with 'Life is cudowneeee. If it it !'...

Monday, October 11, 2010

Where Do I Watch Free Yuri

My friend Charlie

Beautiful Country, in which Sundays you can function normally. Antykatolickim I was never a radical, but it's always surprised me Polish mania encircle the seventh week of the cult of uniqueness. Here, in a city ruled by the Anglo-Saxons from the blood and bones (well, sometimes by choice), Sunday is no different from almost nothing ordinary Monday or Friday, except that the offices are closed, and parks are hard to break through the armies of joggers, cyclists and skaters, who use every spare moment, get some fresh air. Because you need to know that Vancouver is incredibly focused on the sport - are there hundreds of kilometers of bicycle paths, acres of green parks, countless cross-country skiing trails, beach volleyball courts, free tennis courts, golf courses in the city center, and of course pitch baseballi, footballi and other soccerow! However
vancouverska last Sunday was not quite ordinary - in fact here we celebrated Thanksgiving yesterday! In this context, we were invited by Maynardow Telfa son and his fiancee Natascha (Manilow - after his father, Polish immigrant!) For the first time in my life, Thanksgiving Day - here it is treated on a par with the feast of Christmas and Easter, both with Mike so we felt very honored being able to participate in it. It was wonderfully: We ate the pasta in a traditional yamow (African sweet potatoes), cranberry mousse, pumpkin pie and a whole host of other delicatessen, drank surprisingly delicious Canadian Okanagan wine region, and at the end of each played for the piano or guitar (also tried duets!) then gradually wyturlalismy August with located on the first floor lounge Telf'owego home.
Unfortunately, the magic of this enchanting evening was just a momentary escape from the joyful mood of mourning, in which from a few days there is a whole our farm. It is true that we do not have crosses in poultry houses, but still Our thoughts are with all of its inhabitants-Well, on Friday night racoon or some other kajouti kidnapped with him, our duck. Mama Duck probably died a heroic death defending their eight ducklings from predators attack, who did not leave any traces. The only trace of this awful crime is simply 'no duck'! However, due to lack of evidence for this hypothesis has been suggested that in the kidnapping of ducks could take part the Russians, who could mix the Mame duck with a turkey, and then served to me on the thanksgiving table. The case is not simple, so in order to solve the riddle, we take into account the vocation committee identify the aggressor. But none will change the fate of the committee did not duck the orphans, who since the death of the mother remain in a permanent depression, and strongly refuse to sleep in the house and barykaduja August night in the stables with the horses.
only creature, whose disappearance we have not addressed the Ducks so is Charlie. Charlie is my new friend - we met a few days ago and immediately We liked each other. It is true that he is a little timid and taciturn, but still get along without words. Charlie is a lot younger than me and treats me like a little brother - everywhere it behind me, I want to do the same thing as me and in general is staring at me like in the picture. Most of the time we spend together working in the garden - while I tear out the weeds and baths, Charlie sitting on a bed of waiting for the worms. Charlie is five weeks since Duck (though really it's probably a duck, but it would be silly to him now mix in my head and change the name), and his presence at home is the result of Jordan's unsuccessful courtship of female colleagues. Jordan wanted to impress her, and once for a birthday sprezentowal getting his bearings, whose earlier beadle SP Mama Duck. But the girl's parents have not agreed in August to keep poultry at home, and that's how Jordan became his adoptive mother. Since then, sleep together, eat meals, and only when the Jordan goes to school and leave me under the tutelage of Charlie Mike, and we (mostly Mike) we go eat worms on time, fly and win the duels look stupid dog world - Soda. Soda is a topic for a separate story, but it should be noted that this is representative of the Australian Shepherd breed, which it was once bred specifically for hunting for ducks .... So Charlie goes heavy workout, and indeed we think it will grow a real macho kaczo!
Speaking of Charlie, he scored last niezla blunder ... But before we tell you what happened, I should note that Charlie often sits down with us (and indeed is on) the table, when jointly with Maynardami eat dinner and be treated as a full participant in consumption (instead of the worms then gets spaghetti, which pulls faster than many Italiano). And already the Thanksgiving Rick (head family, vegan and a great lover of animals) took the floor and replacing all of the table mentioned that among us there is no just Charlie. To which I laughed and blurted out: "Oh yes, and blushing peel oranges." Rick looked at me, then in such a way that I understood the flight, and ducks on a farm Southlands are located in the hierarchy of the herd a lot higher than wwoofersow :-)

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Gabriella Soprano Cathouse

the


I do not agree on such a rapid arrival of winter!
What does that mean at all that the weather forecasts indicate the coming week as the time will come when the snow? I apologize to anyone who laid down the? Because nobody with me! I am not fit
such a climate. I do not want to see snow on live, I saw and I was enchanted. Thank you.
I feel helpless so hopeless. The thought of a few months of cold and gray days coming for me and annoy. I know this is all idle talk, but as a man so angry at the phenomenon, which has no effect, it is also more realistic take on real dimensions. ;)

Therefore, dear friends who visit this place, I dedicate to you my pictures taken while soaking up the beach in Barra, near Aveiro, Portugal (of course).
This so-called "pictures from the hip", ie the starting position for sunbathing, reading books and taking pictures was the same.



This is my favorite time on the beach, or around 17.00 hours when the sun is not as sharp, but still pleasantly warm exhibited towards him kisses. You're ready to take off your glasses for a bit to compensate and allow the tan to rays painted a charming freckles on his nose.
Beach, which must be traveled to quite windy, so often happened that at this time I was wearing leggings and a sweatshirt, and sometimes even a scarf wrapped around his neck. I used to sit myself for the windshield, and watching the sunset, ocean, people walking past the bank. I knew that behind this gonna miss, but I never thought that so soon. I wondered then and wonder now if at all, and if so, when I get back there, and once again sit in the same place and I will again look at the reflection in the water last warm rays.



Sit on a towel with me and see a while.
Warmer?
:)

Monday, October 4, 2010

Speech About Welcoming New Boss

Enforcement works strange cd.

past weekend, faced with another American myth, the white scum, which pelno everywhere here - siding. And the northern Ladner, in which on Saturday and Sunday, we shot straight into the gallons of water covered the cottage makes an impression of local sidingowego empire. All the houses here are almost identical and only the layer of dirt (or lack thereof) in their white facades can tell us more about their owners. About one worth knowing is driving by at around ye came up with the idea to play basketball, do not run here with the ball faster than 30 km per hour!



Ladner is a small town, which works from Vancouver two rivers, although it actually is one, who in August branches forming a sort of delta. Ladner is located on the south side. And how many other 'poludn', it also is quite conservative: the so-called live here. 'Blue collars', or state employees, accountants, drivers and other working people, who have a 'white collarsach' (doctors, lawyers, etc.) say that it is not their level - and here they are talking mainly about the level of cash in their accounts. Ladner is a place which reminds me of the illusion of the American suburb serials, which I watched as a kid ('Alf' and 'The Wonder Years' above all!), And in which China does not want to live.



To get there from our farm we have to catch bus number 49 in the direction of Metrotown, then transfer to the Skytrain Canada Line (the local subway, totally computerized and without motorniczych - also when sometimes we manage to hit the seat just behind the windshield, we feel like at the amusement park!), And finally we catch a speeding bus number 620 for the entire Richmond Highway (this is a district -bedroom) and a long tunnel beneath the Fraser River until the end.





Some time ago I tried to travel the same route on bicycles and make nice wpakowalismy, as it turned out that this tunnel is probably the only unfriendly cyklistom place in the whole state of British Columbia and enter it just does not give. Any attempt at best would end the mandate of $ 200, in the worst ride of my nose on the mask rozkwaszonym some GMC, RAM-a, or another great pick-up. Of course, it occurred to us, in order to bend the rules and ride on the other side of 'the otter' (Or, as Michael says, 'to John', which means we go for nothing idotow and you have the right), but effectively deterred us, standing near a police patrol (I think, subconsciously, we felt that we do not want to join the Citizen SP Dziekanski, who once pulled up at the airport only to the Canadian horse and ended up in one grave with the stun gun 'made in BC' at the side). Luckily, we caught the last minute szescsetjedynke, which has carried us safely to the other side and at the same time saved our 'missions Judie. " Judie is a typical representative of the class of blue-collar (blue collar) - 40 years worked in one company, thick smiling labrador named Blueberry by the leg, clean, well maintained yard, artificial fireplace in the wall and a collection of travel of the Rosary in display case. Not that Judie was overly spiritualized. Simply - as she told us - everyone has something to collect, so she decided to collect crosses ... And this is what Judie, in which you odswiezalismy that day and so already sterile clean and flowery garden, after work first showed us ladnerskie homes on the water, and if that was not enough, we organized a surprise more order.



And it's no small order! Neighbor Judie the plot, a certain Barnie (great tirowiec-builder with the red bags under his eyes reaching halfway cheeks) hired us to rid of rats from the cells, and to odpicowania water under high pressure of his storey house covered with what would others do not like siding. Until yesterday I thought, with the task conceived by my former boss were the peak of absurdity, but standing on a ladder and meticulously scrubbed each slat of the building covered with plastic, coal slime, I felt that I still have a lot in life may surprise ... I remember that to not believe szarlatanom who will try to convince you that the siding is practical! Deratization and sidingo-wateryzacja took a total of two full days and were it not that a little Michael will not killed falling from the roof, one could say that everything went We like clockwork. A further attraction supplied Barney's wife Barbara (if he had bags to the middle of cheeks, she could boast of at least two times longer and a little czerwienszymi copies), which made us coffee, she told (with an accent as if holding her in the mouth solid potato), various stories about everything and anything, and in the meantime drinkowala in the kitchen, and every subsequent output of the patio was becoming more rozochocona and talkative. But as soon as extending myself too much, Barney somewhere after something she sent me, and she performed with the tongue hanging out the command. Mike described it thus: 'Wow, she flew at him like a dog' ... Maybe so, but both seemed to be happy in the frantic layout, so I let them bags will be light! I only hope that Barbara and Barney do not have to be your neighbor for some warm, because after such two days, he could get a heart attack! :-)


Klonlandii and pressure,

majki Majk


Friday, October 1, 2010

Where To Buy Liver Of Sulfur

At times when the longing takes over ... Canadians say the Canucks



Rosoła gift from his brother (most of the photos taken by Filcia and Taski Boykos):

http://vimeo.com/14966802