The Last of the Stags

The air was hot and heavy as the mid day sun shone brightly over head.  The smell of manure and grass filled my nose as I walked through the gravel parking lot to the Springbank Ranch Farmers Market.  The buildings are arranged in a fort format.  Outlying buildings for the entrance with an entrance hall nestled between them.  A walkway connects to the feed hall and outside you can see an inner yard.  Upon venturing out to this inner yard you see the great gate on one end and variety of shops forming a circle around it.  The wood is old and looks weathered and reminds me of old west movie ranches.  You can see the defensive nature of how it was built and the functional way it was laid out.  This is an old style ranch and is suited to the stampede metropolis I call home. . . Calgary.  As I push the stroller through the parking lot and into the farmers market I am pleased to find that the selection is better than what I thought it would be.  Free range beef and bison, chicken and pork, and if you are really adventurous there is grouse, deer, and lamb meat available for your culinary excursions.  There is even non GMO soy based meats for the vegans in the party.  I leave with some grass fed beef jerky and some vegan dishes for N & A since A is cows milk intolerant.  This causes strife for my Wife as she is an Avid fan of cheese and yogurt.  Ohhh and I brought home some bison chorizo soooo looking forward to using that!  But this was where the day started.  But this was not the Stag I was meaning.

Later that evening I would venture out with friends I have known since high school to celebrate his upcoming marriage to a wonderful woman.  Now mind you this is the second time we have celebrated this particular friend’s marriage or I should say the second marriage.  I called the first one at the wedding that it wouldn’t last very long.  I know I am a horrid friend but I was right.  This one I can’t say the same.  She is perfect for him and he knows it.  If this falls apart it will be him not her that causes the issue.

So @ 6pm I get in the parents Mustang (on loan since they are not driving right now, PS LOVE N’s Parents for having sport cars they can’t drive.)  and drive to pick up my friend Steve and the bachelor Tizz.  They are both over six feet and the backseat of the Mustang barely fits A in his car seat so it was a bit of a cramped ride.  We drive downtown after Tizz dons his WWE championship Belt with STAG written on it, Nerd glasses, and two Sharpie Pens.  Ok so I fancy myself a MacGyver kind of guy and you can just imagine what we thought of to use with those three things . . . Suffice it to say permanent marker is a bitch to get off later 🙂

We head down to one of the clubs downtown call West restaurant and bar.  Well they take one look at Tizz and say nope sorry we don’t open in 9:00 and it will be standing room only.  So we head to an underground pub down the street to round up the gang and grab some nutrients before the onslaught of alcohol began.  The boys all arrive and we venture towards WEST at around 9:15 ish.  By this time we are already a few beers in with a few shots for flavouring.  My drinking stops here as I may have to head home to help with A at anytime.

We pay our cover (OMG has that gone up since I frequented bars like this) anyway the main inside part of the club is dead as we wait for the Private party upstairs to finish their frivolity.   A couple of more beers and my friends are primed.  We head upstairs wind around an open hallway for a bit then enter the rooftop patio . . . I look back to make sure there was not a portal I just walked through but I didn’t see one.  I look back around and again feel little like Dorothy in OZ.  The Rooftop patio was cut straight from a Miami dance club and the colors of the lights could be described as psychedelic.  You could almost smell the hormones oozing from the dance floor as people were grinding and moving.  It was standing room only and the bars were all lined up.  Of the group all but 2 of us were taken, IE married or about to be.

As it was a Stag my description here on out will center around me so as not to single out any individual in case their wife reads my blog 🙂  the plan was to play the part of rich executives that were out celebrating our buddies pending nuptials somehow I got the role of Porn producer . . . ummm not likely.  Thankfully the music was too loud to hear anything other than shouting.  The plan was to have random women sign Tizz’s belt . . . well it ended up being sign Tizz by the end of the night.  His fiancé called us the next morning to explain that we promised to clean up any messes . . . I didn’t make that promise but my buddy did.  Again I will say sharpie is a bitch to get off  LOL.  Overall the night was fun and we all had a good time.  I even got hit on which was a wicked boost to my ego but I had my phone out which must have covered my wedding ring and promptly showed her a picture of A, I had as my background, and moved my hand out to where she could now see the ring . . . she said he was beautiful and wished me a good night.  I offered her the same and smiled as she blushed and turned away.

That one little act kept a smile on my face for days after.  I love my wife with all of my heart but after almost 17 years together you get a little surprised that someone else may find you attractive.  Well at least I do.  I try to be attractive in my wife’s eyes when I can but she has seen me at my worst . . . and she still loves me so that will forever be hard to beat.

Well this blog has taken me 2 months to write . . . since then my son has grown and is now super cute but has his own set of issues which hopefully I will go through in another post later.

So until next time we meet . . .

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The fourth July . . . How I loathe thee

The fourth of July will always hold a pain within my heart.  It was the day that I lost my mentor and guide in life; the day that my breath left my body and never fully returned; the day that my heart broke; the day that I had to say good bye to the strongest woman I have ever known.  Aside from those it is now a constant reminder of my failure to get to her side to fight for her against the ineptitude of the doctor’s that were caring for her.  My Mom’s Cousin Lorie asked me to remember her today. . . Unfortunately this day is not the day I prefer to remember my mom.  But instead I am going to write something that will tear at my heart it will expose the raw emotions I have carefully hidden and ignored.

June 6, 5:45 am 1952 Susanne Clarice the second child of George and Lenore Scott came screaming into the world.  She was too smart for her own good and would always get into trouble.  She had the family stubbornness and it suited her.  She met a man named Gary and she felt that this should be.  But her heart was not so sure.  She met a man I have never met nor do I know much about him but let’s call him Wayne.  Gary and her were engaged and due to be married in 1975.  Her heart though fell for the casual encounters that she had with Wayne.  I have to extrapolate that he was a fairly large and strong man.  He had a gentle heart and that was what led his life.   Two kindred spirits brought together over lust and the desire of secret rendezvous and desire.  Well here is where I come in.  I assume she hid the fact that I was growing within her from Wayne and ran back to Gary hoping he would never know.  It’s not hard to guess though when your son comes out and looks nothing like you at all.   They Divorced.

April 2, 1976 8:15 am William George Wayne comes screaming into the world.  His Mom proved to be so much stronger than she would have ever had to been.  She raised two boys with the support of her brothers and sisters and parents.  Fast forward 37 years 3 months and 3 days and he sits in front of his computer writing a blog entry.   He grew up though never knowing a true dad.  Sure he had plenty of father figures but he never had a dad.  Rewind 4 weeks.

June 6 5:02 am 2013 Alexander George came screaming into the world.  My heart broke and was reborn that day.  I cried for the fear that I had no idea what it was to be a dad.  I cried that I no longer had the support of the person that was my strength and security growing up.  I cried at the sheer love and awe I felt for the strength and fortitude my wife displayed over the last 11 hours.  I lost it as I felt mom crying alongside me though with tears of joy.  The day I always used to remember the person who was my strength in life was the day that my new source of strength came into my life.

So now were back at today.  I feel better.   I know I will be the best dad I can hope to be because I will never allow myself to think I am.  I will do everything in my power to be the piece of his life that I always felt incomplete without.  I will be his strength as mom was mine.  So my son will know his grandmother through me and I will raise him with everything she did to raise me but with the added support of having both my wife and I there to support him, cheer him, pick him back up, watch his heart break and allow him to make mistakes and learn from them then watch him fall in love and fall in love all over again.

So Susanne Clarice Scott I would like to introduce you officially to your grandson Alexander George Scott.  Him and I, we share a lot:  we were both conceived from love; we both have the honour to call ourselves Scott; we will always remember how to give of our hearts like you did; He will learn to bake and cook; he will love doggies and most of all he will share your birthday making it a pretty special day all around.    You will live on through me and thus through him.

I wish you could be here, to see how amazing he is.  But Fate has taken you away from us on this day three years ago and from this year on I will only ever remember you for the day that Grandma, Grandpa, and Nancy all gave me the strength to move forward every day.

Love you mom, rest now, we will always remember you.

So until next time we meet . . .

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Come Hell or Highwater

This past week the city of Calgary and surrounding communities experienced a tragedy the like they have never experienced before.  The rains began earlier in the week but we never thought they were dangerous levels as Calgary received less than 60 mm of it by the time Thursday came upon us.  The danger though was that in the upper Bow Valley, where the Bow and Elbow River begin, the rainfall levels approached 200 mm.  Thus the rivers began to swell.  By early afternoon Thursday the communities NW of Calgary began to submerge beneath the furious force of water coming toward them.  Canmore, Black Diamond, High River were all badly hit.  Bears Paw was next and then it hit Calgary. A state of emergency was called and by the end of Friday over 100000 people would be evacuated as their homes and business sank beneath the flows of the Elbow and Bow Rivers. 

The rains ended on Friday and a rainbow appeared over the now water-logged city.  It was sign of hope for people everywhere.  Canadians have always been considered polite and kind but Calgary personified those traits and changed this tragedy into a moment of pride and good nature.  It seemed like wherever you looked be it online, in social media, on the news, or even down the street; People were helping people.  Out of all of those evacuated only 1500 people made use of the emergency shelters that were set up.  That says something when 85000 people displaced by the flood waters found a place with friends or family.  By Sunday the waters began to recede and the damage assessment began.  Monday they called for volunteers to help start the cleanup efforts.  They needed 600 people but thousands showed up.  There are groups on Facebook and various community organizations rallying support for our neighbours to help get the city back on its feet. 

 “We will be hosting the greatest show on earth come hell or high water,” Bob Thompson, president and board chairman of the Stampede.

 No finer words have been said about the spirit this community has for getting our city back to the splendor it once had.  As come hell or high water we will make this city whole once more. 

Here is a video Amp radio in Calgary did up, the pictures are from all the effected communities in and around Calgary.  It will give you an idea of what happened.

So until next time we meet . . .

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