Land of The Long White Cloud...

Wanderlust - I know I've talked about it before, it runs rampant in my family - kinda. anyways to that end Megs is in New Zealand(Aotearoa) , not the new part of Zealand, just past Burtt's Corner, the country. She has gone down there to meet up with Katie her sister from another mother, best friend. They've also joined forces, it is reported, with the Pride of Taymouth - Kendra and are taking on the North Island as I post.

I actually went to New Zealand, in 1994, it was quite an adventure - New Zealand is rugby heaven - they love the game there and it is everywhere, like hockey here during the playoffs - I played for a club called Ponsonby RFC - they were great to me. I got to play with some future All Blacks (Carlos Spencer), Samoan national team players (Darren Kellett) and a Soap Opera Star (Rene Naufahu). I just looked up Rene and he's also been in the 2nd and 3rd Matrix movies - way to go Rene.

You learn alot about yourself while travelling, I think mainly because you are alone with your thoughts- at least most of the time. You also get to be the person that you sometimes wish you were - because no one from your life is there to tell you what you are, so you surround yourself with fast friends that think you can do whatever it is you want to do, simply because you told them you could - What freedom.

I watched a show the other night that was all about negative self talk, and how damaging it can be to one's self - it was very powerful, and I was glad that I've always had my own back. otherwise I would never have been able to go Bungee Jumping at Taupo, or into the Black Abyss - an underground Caving experience where you absail down a underground waterfall - I have/had a fear of heights, which I conqured at least for those two days , so it was all very awesome.

I know that Meghan and her band of giggling sillies are having a great time, They could have a great time in the Geary woods - so why would I expect anything less from them in The Land of the Long White Cloud - Kia Ora...

Caledonia Homecoming…

This week as we Brought Sweet Lady Caledonia back to Loyalist park – we are sending a couple of Guys back to Caledonia, literally (Caledonia is the Latin word for the area north of Hadrian’s Wall as named by the Romans so many years ago) we now call it Scotland - a name I also rather enjoy.

Gone are David “Disco Dave” Calder and Jebb “Jeff St. Clair” Sinclair – We had a send off for Dave last night at the Rogue, and I heard that Jebb may have been lost in Translation, or rather Trans-Atlantic transition. These two Scottish bound boys are getting ready to play some more rugby - after helping the Loyalists to provincial, maritime and atlantic titles they are heading to Edinburgh to help Stewarts Melville RFC out for the next 7 or 8 months.

I did hear that Jebb had some issues getting into the UK, I think that they were the very same issues that Richard had getting into Canada - anyways the'll be living together so eventually they'll have to decide who is Oscar, who is Felix and why is Jebb wearing that Pink Cowboy Hat?

The really cool thing is that they don't have to stop playing rugby, and we'll be able to keep track of their progress on the Stewart's Melville Rugby Site
providing that Jebb gets his house in order.

I wish both of you guys the best of luck for a continued successful season - you were both a big part of our success and I hope you bring that across the pond with you...

Caledonia, Caledonia what makes your big head so hard?

Gut Fawkes Night...

Remember remember the 5th of November,
The Gunpowder, Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent
to blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow:
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!

Last night after our return from Kentville we assembled at the clubhouse to go through an ancient ritual - The Bonfire. This bonfire is to remember Guy Fawkes and his bothched attempt to kill the Protestant King and the Lords of England by blowing up the English Houses of Parliament. For the Loyalists it was to get rid of some old fences.

So we Burn things and stand around an look at the Fire - It was also a Full Moon and a Homecoming - Sophie fell asleep in Grampie Mac's arms, a great end to a great weekend. You could also tell who the newfies were, as the Jackman's were out in full force.

Caledonia...

From the time I started playing rugby this word/entity has been firmly emplanted in my psyche - It's more than a game, it's a whole week complete with superstition, tons of history and well deserved reverance. Sometimes she's a lady, sometimes a lost love - but always special.

1999 - Our First Date (8-0 over Cole Harbour) 2001 - Our Second Date (24-17 over Halifax RFC)
2004 - We Started Going Steady (25-10 over the Halifax Tars)2005- The relationship blossoms (53-0 over the Valley Bulldogs) 2006- The Love affair continues... (51-5 over the Valley Bulldogs)

We went down to Kentville along with what seemed like 50 Loyal Fredericton Fans and played against a very strong Valley Bulldogs team (10-0 record in 2006), it was the end of a long and successful season, we worked very hard and it payed off on Saturday - Si got a well deserved Man of the Match, and did and awesome job chugging Guinness - We had some Caledonia first timers - Thorpe, Jebb, Smash, Chizz, Waters, Furry, Teen Wolf and Calder (our Scottish import).

So we put 2006 to bed,but not before some well earned celebrating, much drink, food, song, dance and merrymaking, all the hardware is where it was when we began the year, we finished with a 13-1 record in fall rugby action (690 points for, 172 Points against) and 20-4 record overall (including exhibition games and the National Club Championships) - that was a good year...

That Caledonia - She's one High Maintenace lady - but worth every second of effort...

The Great Escape...

Halloween gives us a chance to act like someone else (or at least look like someone else) maybe someone inside of us we wish we could be, maybe someone we are glad we are not– either way it is a great escape (also a good holiday for those in need of Candy).

I think it's good for people to be able to step away from their everyday roles, for short periods, if only to appreciate what they've got, and see that even though the grass may look greener on the other side, the lawn still needs mowing.

I have always loved getting dressed up, and spending tons of my childhood @ the Pacey’s there was no lack of things to dress up as. Peter has heaps of cool things to dress up as. Simon and I would often be police officers, bank robbers, Pirates or hobos or something simple – this may have led me, as an adult to become a huge fan of Halloween – I loved getting outfitted as a super hero, the Flash (As the flash I enjoyed running around downtown, asking people if they needed anything done quickly, only a few got the joke but I was having fun.) , Superman, Wolverine, Robin, Batman – Nic and I have also had some good costumes: The mummies, The Flintstones (the Jackmans were the Rubbles) and this year we were an awesome Witch and a Warlock (Which is a non-Unionized Wizard).

Halloween is a worldwide costume party, or in Australia I guess it would be a Fancy Dress Party? They say that for that day the line between the dead and the living is blurred, so we get dressed up so we don't notice all the ghouls walking around the streets? I don't know - I'm still trying to get rid of the 73 mini bars that didn't get passed out.

Sophie also got into the spirit and was a very scary Dragon - Hope everyone enjoyed their night off, and don't eat all your candy at one sitting...

It was a cold and Windy day...

"We don’t stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing. "
George Bernard Shaw

I saw this quote earlier this week - I agree - and we're still playing - today we beat the Saint John Trojans 26-7 in a scrappy game. we were up 21-0 at half and we played some solid defence in the second half, in fact we we're actually down to 13 players vs. 15 players for awhile.

Anyways bottom line we won, 3-peated as NB Champs and are headed back to Caledonia again.

Looks like it will be a rematch of the 2005 Caledonia - as the Valley Bulldogs won in Nova Scotia.

So we're headed down to The Valley, another date with Sweet Lady Caledonia. I can't wait...

The Foreign Prophet…

Dad always said that people would listen and act on the advice of a Foreign Prophet, more readily than they would on the very same advice given by someone familiar to them. I’ve seen many examples of this over the years, such as Rugby Coaches with Accents. They are given instant credibility, while someone you’ve grown up with will have to prove to you that they know something. It’s funny sometimes how the same message said with an accent can have such a different impact. Maybe people assume that since you're not from there you can bring a new outlook to their situation, or you have more knowledge.

So along those lines, this past week, I was running the roads with Nic and Sophie on an Esteem Team Tour– which started in Springhill, led me through River Hebert (pronounced Hibbert), Oxford, North River, Scotsburn, Westville, back to Truro, Stellerton, Thorburn and ended up in East Pictou. It was a great experience and over the 10 presentations I was able to talk to almost 1900 kids.

My message was simple – Set Goals, set them high and then work on a plan to achieve them – I met some fantastic principals and teachers and I visited some great schools – I asked them to share a dream with me, then to work on how to make that dream a reality, and before you know it, they had a goal. A goal is just a dream with a plan afterall. All week I worked on a goal, standing on a exercize ball and completing 5 passes with a volunteer, by Thursday afternoon , I had increased and surpassed my goal, and was able to complete 20 passes before I fell down. While I was trying to entertain the Youth of Nova Scotia - Nicki was entertaining one fussy munchkin (who recently discovered she had arms) back in our Hotel room.

All week we stayed at the Comfort Inns in Amhurst and New Glasgow, nice hotels, awesome continental breakfasts. On Wednesday Morning (6:30 am) while I was eating my Breakfast in the lobby, this guy walked in looking for a hotel room – They told him that they didn’t have any and that he could check back at 11 am – I looked at one of the other people in the lobby and we both said “Wasn’t that JD Fortune?” and it was – the lead singer of INXS couldn’t get a room at the comfort inn, but we had one. I guess that you’re only ever as famous as you are in your hometown.

We were also all able to go visit Uncle Jimmy in the hospital - he's having an Operation this afternooon and my thoughts are with him in Halifax - Sophie got to see her Great Uncle, while in truth so did I.


The Loyalists play the Trojans tomorrow – Should be a Dandy game, Kick off is at 2pm – Rain or Snow…

Tear it down, Build it Bigger…

I associate this expression with “if it doesn’t Kill you, It will make you stronger”, Both are great expressions that would seem to be rooted in Biology – If you overuse a muscle, it will tear and regenerate itself into a stronger bigger muscle (I’m no Biologist, But my Mother is…) – The same way that you can go through some seemingly horrible event, and you’ll be a stronger person for having survived it.

I was thinking about this yesterday sitting on the Physio Table, with current running through my knee and awaiting ultrasound – I have been in these tiny rooms a lot, because I’ve torn myself down lots of times and counted on people like Gary Keeling to put me physically back together – kinda Humpty Dumpty like. I was thinking how easy it can be to tear ourselves down, and how much determination (and outside help) it can take to build ourselves bigger.

We have all gone through turmoil, faced and overcame challenges, raised ourselves above the mess and moved on to the next challenge. That’s simply called life, the problems arise when people get stuck, when they’ve used themselves all up getting through the challenge, and have nothing left for the rebuilding phase.That's where even the strong need someone to lean on, to help them through, to caryy them if it's needed. Mind you there is a lot of power in failure, let me re-word that, there is a lot of power that can be taken away from a failure. Failure forces us to question, which forces us to find an answer which gives us power over the future, as we now have knowledge about how we failed and conversely what we’ll need to do to succeed – there’s the power of failure for you.

"Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men." - JFK

"The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best, if he wins, knows the thrills of high achievement, and, if he fails, at least fails daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat." - JFK

Right now, two very important people in my life sit in hospital beds, both are in the process of building it bigger, The body can only quit when the mind will let it, and I doubt either of these two men have even heard the word quit. All of our thoughts and Prayers are with them, because everybody no matter how strong can use a few prayers.

Get well soon Jimmy and Bill.

It Doesn't Matter Who's Got The Light If You're Not On The Corner...

This is an expression that Dad borrowed from Doug and The Slugs – when I was young I thought it was talking about a flashlight, but later I figured out that it was talking about lighting a cigarette – either way the message(s) is(are) the same.

One way to look at this would be the old “To each their own” sort of message – where something that has no bearing on your situation, isn’t worth your worry

or spun more positively – where half the battle is just showing up, that we should all Endeavour to be on that metaphorical corner, so that we can all concern ourselves with who brought the flashlight, and where that light is leading us. Maybe we should all strive to be the one with the light, leading the way, lending a hand, but if we think that this role is beyond ourselves we should at least be there, living life to the fullest – waiting for direction. Maybe if we aren't open to a new idea, we'll miss out on something, I strongly dislike missing out on things...

If you don’t Like Martinis, Try Anchovies…

I was thinking the other day how much harder it is to be something than it is to be nothing, which seems like a deep thought – I think the really hard part is figuring out what it actually is that you want to be, and have the conviction, courage and self-belief to actually do it. “People don’t do what they believe in, they do what’s most convenient then they repent” – Bob Dylan mused on this in Brownville Girl – It always strikes a chord with me and pops into my mind when people complain about their situations. Things can almost always get worse, so worse in fact that you’d gladly go back to situation that you had complained about, considering where you are now.

For instance Gas dropped to $0.88 this past week and people were all so very happy – I remember last year when people would have been outraged to pay $0.88 – that was before we paid $1.25 a litre – now we’d gladly pay anything under a dollar – it doesn’t take that long to appreciate things when they hit you in the pocket book.

I think (or at least I hope) that everybody eventually would like to be something (maybe something more), or at least recognize and appreciate the things they already are.

The reason that this comes on the heels of Thanksgiving is not co-incidental, I was reflecting on this very thought through the chaos that is Thanksgiving Dinner – The whole world seems very crazy at the moment – Nuclear Testing in Korea, Amish Shootings, and the Fact that Canada is at WAR in Afghanistan – I was simply sitting there appreciating the chaos, surrounded by loved ones and great food - enjoying some loud time together.

I’m thankful for all of it- Nicki, Sophie, My Parents, Sisters, Brothers, my family, my friends, Max and Simon, Rugby, Red Wine, cold Coors Light, my job, X Box, Hot Turkey Sandwiches, warm fall days, Snowy Winter nights, grand parents, long hugs, all those people that have touched my life, Aches and Pains, the places I’ve been, the amazing things I’ve seen, My Physio, all my scars, my teachers, Chicken-a-la-King, the Mini Rugby Kids, raking leaves, Vacation, Waterfalls, Rare Steak, Wings at the Rogue, Mowing the Lawn etc… I could go on and on – but these are the things that came to my mind the quickest. I'm thankful for the good and the bad - because that's why I'm who I am, where I am - so being a goal oriented forward looking person, it was nice to be in that moment and enjoy what the now. Like Turkey and Gravy.

As for "If you don’t Like Martinis, Try Anchovies…"Dad said this to me yesterday, while we were discussing Capelin (Tiny Fish from Newfie) and how they didn’t taste very good – he used this expression and indicated that after anchovies anything would taste good - he makes a good point, he usually does...

Bèja - Du...

This is a new one - Dad said it on Sunday - it deals with Something that has never happened before - These events are very rare - there is a "nothing new under the sun" attitude that exists in this day and age - and most things in our everyday lives have been done somewhere by someone before. Kinda like the opposite of Deja-Vu.

Not this time - The Loyalists won the Aliant Championship in Newfoundland - it was awesome.

Some other big news - My cousin Brian and his lovely wife Tracey had a little Boy Joey Donahue, he weighs 7lb. 2 oz and is doing great.

A couple of Loyalists had birthdays yesterday - "Slippery When Wet" turned 32 and David Calder turned 23ish.

Meghan and Simon came over for some Roast Beast, Portabello Rizotto and Aspergi last night and to spend some time with Sophie. It was a good night. Meghan and the Lady Loylists are off to the Rock this weekend to Play the Dogs and Swilers - good luck ladies.

Loyalists - Atlantic Champs

For the first time in the history of the Aliant Atlantic League, the home team did not find themselves on the winning end of a championship match. The Fredericton Loyalists bucked the Atlantic Aliant League trend and defeated the Saint John’s Swilers at their home field by a score of 31-19. The match was the Loyalists toughest game of the season, marked by hard hitting and wide-open play.

The Swilers pressed the Loyalists for the first ten minutes of the match, but the loyalists managed to stifle what seemed to be endless attacks and finally gained momentum of their own with an opportune try by Malcolm Reeves. From this point on Fredericton managed to play some of their most inspired rugby of the season and maintained the game’s momentum until late in the match when Saint John’s managed to cross the line to even the gap.

Scoring for the Loyalists on the afternoon were Chris Aaen, who rumbled through after an exciting series of play. Simon Pacey and Chris Hunter also scored for Fredericton with Scott MacAfee converting all four tries and adding a penalty kick to round out the score.

Fredericton was able to set up the Aliant League Championship match by defeating an upstart Mount Pearl Dogs the day before. Under typical Newfoundland wind and rain, the Loyalists gained a hard fought 33-10 win and a much needed bonus point to set up the Championship game versus the Swilers.

Fredericton coach Keith McAlpine was both humbled and elated with the result “I am just amazed at how the guys played today, and cannot tell you how exciting it is to win this cup on Newfoundland soil for the first time. The guys are battered and bruised, but not one of them is complaining right now. What a team effort.”

Fredericton now regroups for a shot at the historic Caledonia Cup, the symbol of Maritime bragging rights. The cup goes through Saint John, which means there is still some high end rugby to play in New Brunswick during the month of October.

This Rocks...

Just a quick update from Newfieland - The Loyalists beat the Dogs yesterday 33-10 - The dogs were up 10-7 at half - but we played well and the scrum took over in the second half - we've set ourselves up for a Championship final today against the swilers at 2pm newfie time. I'll post a score as soon as I can get back to the computer.

This is the longest i've been away from my girls in a long time and I miss them like crazy - I'll be coming home soon babies.

Good Things Come in Small Packages... (Reprise)

Today is my Mom's birthday - Here are some of my favorite mom shots.

She is a fantastic lady, her kids' biggest fan, a wonderful Grandmother and she always told me that good things come in small packages, she'd know, she is a small package herself.

Mom, because you are who you are, I became who I am.

I Love you Mom, have a great day.
p.s. - Mom decided that if the Loyalists weren't going to be able to do the Run for the cure - that she'd take it on herself and join the Tractors and Equipement team - She has raised over $1200 and will be running to cure breast cancer on sunday - great work Mom, we're very proud of you.

Out On Spree...

The Loyalists are Heading over to Newfieland for the weekend - so in that spirit, here's the best story dad ever told me about Newfies.

Two Newfies travel to Calgary looking for work, when they landed they had $500 between them, they found the least expensive place they could for $400, the next thing they decided to do was buy a car, they went to the used car lot, but there were no cars that cheap – the owner decided that he’s have a bit of pity on these guys and he sold them a camel for $50 – the Newfies were excited, the had a place to stay and a way to get around – so to celebrate they decide that they go on spree – the headed down to a local watering hole on Electric Ave., tied their camel to the parking meter and went inside to enjoy some drinks.

A few hours, and many drinks later our heros stumbled out of the bar penniless, only to discover that there camel was gone – they were horrified and started to scream for the constabulary, who brought them downtown to get a description of the stolen camel.

So they started into the description of the camel, echoing each other’s comments – IT WAS BROWN, yeah it was brown , HAD FOUR LEGS, yep four of em, BAD BREATH – Lord TUNDERIN” your right there – the police them asked if it had any distinguishing features – the Newfies hummed and hawed and finally one of them said “ OUR CAMEL HAD TWO ASSHOLES” – the other newfie looked shocked and gazed at his friend with a blank expression, just then the Police officer asked – “Did you see this yourself” , and the slack jawed newfie looked at his buddy and said – “well did ya”

The other newfie said, proud as punch “NOPE, BUT WHILE WE WERE RIDING DOWN TO THE BAR, I HEARD SOME FELLA SAY – LOOK AT THOSE TWO ASSHOLES ON THAT CAMEL”

Anywho - we play the dogs on Saturday and the Swilers on Sunday should be quite a weekend that will deserve a Spree come Sunday night.

This guy has just finished his spree

As You Wish...

Storybook Love by Willie DeVille (From Princess Bride)

Come my love, I'll tell you a tale
of a boy and girl, and their love story,
and how he loved her oh, so much,
and all the charms she did possess.

My love is like a storybook story.
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
My love is like a storybook story.
But it's as real as the feelings I feel;
it's as real as the feelings I feel.

Now this did happen once upon a time
When things were not so complex,
And how he worshipped the ground she walked.
When he looked in her eyes, he became obsessed.

This love was stronger than the powers so dark,
A prince could have within his keeping;
His spells to weave and steal a heart
Within her breast, but only sleeping.

He said, "Don't you know I love you oh, so much,
And lay my heart at the foot of your dress?"
She said, "Don't you know that storybook loves
Always have a happy ending?"

Then he swooped her up, just like in the books,
And on his stallion they rode away.

Today is our third anniversary - Three fantastic years with many many more to come.

Nicki, As you wish...

Squirrels...

This is the expression that dad has always used for the UNB rugby teams - we played them last Friday night - it was a very fun and entertaining game - fast paced and probably the best we've played all season - the Final Score was 51-24, but it felt alot closer and we poured it on at the end.

When I asked dad why he calls them squirrels - I thought it may be that the beaver on the UNB emblem looks more like a fluffly tailed tree climber, than a dam building tree eater - he replied " no - it's because they run around on the hill all day playing with their nuts"

I laughed - it's funny stuff.

When I first started playing for the Loyalists - UNB was a full fledged member of the NBRU senior A Divison - and they beat us on more than a few occasions - and when ever we played it was always the battle for Fredericton.

We've worked hard to build up a collaborative relationship with UNB over the past few years and I think it has paid off already (Two atlantic titles in 2005) and will continue to pay dividends long into the future with a talented player pool crossing the bridge to come over and play at Loyalist Park. This year we have had quite a few UNB Players play with the Loyalists, both alumni and current players, and we hope that they come back for many years. Cass is coming with us to NFLD this coming weekend - so the tradition continues.

I no longer think of them as Squirrels - now I've started to think of them all as potential Loyalists...

It's Go Time...

This Game is going to be fun to watch, UNB has alot of talent and it should be a great test for us, we are raising money to go to Newfoundland next week to defend our Atlantic Championship and are selling "Cheap Date Night" Tickets at the game - the prize is $50 at Boston Pizza, Two movie passes at Empire Theatres and a night at the Amsterdam Inn - they cost 1 for $3, 2 for $5 or 5 for $10. There will also be a pair of Sloan tickets (tonight's show) up for Raffle - please come over and enjoy "Happy Hour" on the Burm.

Flush Twice, It's a Long Way to the Cafeteria...

Dad said this quite a bit when I was growing up, and I've heard it quite often as an adult as well - I never really put that much thought into it's meaning until last week. One of Dad's university friends "Benton" used this expression, and I think dad adopted it, or the other way around.

So after some thought, here's my take on it - this expression is used when someone isn't being completely truthful, as if what they are saying could be better suited to a toilet - it may also be a reflection of the quality of food at St. FX - or any cafeteria for that matter, and since it's rumoured that 85% of what is served at a cafeteria is of unknown origin - maybe we've cleared up 15 or 20 % of that mystery???

Anywho - on a personal note, I've always thought Cafeteria's got a bum rap - I love Cafeteria food, but then again I'm a big fan of airline food and Chef Boy-r-dee - so really who am I to say.



It's Thursday Morning and the weekend looms large, Rugby on Friday Night (IRONMEN Vs. LOYALISTS - 5:30 pm Kickoff at Loyalist Park), Karen's baby Shower on Saturday in Moncton, and Sunday to ourselves (although there is a STU alumni Game at the clubhouse at 2pm) -

Sophie is going to be 6 months old on Saturday as well - exciting times

Make Hay While The Sun Shines...

Dad used to always say this, I always assumed that it referred to taking an opportunity to do something when the time was correct - It's also most likely a very old expression that most likely has it's roots in the fall Harvest. This past weekend was the annual Harvest Jazz and Blues festivoulé in Freddy Beach and it is a very electric time for the city, between Wednesday's Free Concert and Sundaty's Free concert there are hundreds of awesome acts and thousands of eager Harvest Jazz and Boozers. Meghan was heavily involved this year, I think she was the co-chair of the committee that sold the artist's CD's - and she was pictured in the Daily Gleaner today "making hay"

We were on the road this past weekend , after the rugby game in Surf City, we headed out to Rothesay to hang out with Red, Vic, Jack and Ava - It was a nice visit filled with good company, good food and tons of laughs. (What more could you ask for)

Speaking of taking our opportunity the Loyalists Held off a late surge and Simon punctuated a tough fought 22-11 win over the Trojans, with a 50 m gallop to score under the posts - it was a nice way to end the game. The score was 15-11 at that point, so it gave us some breathing room after a hard 80 minutes. Next up we've got UNB this Friday night at Loyalist Park. Looks like some of the Trojans thought of themselves as combines (Harvest Theme) and "Raked" up Aaen's Back.

Moday was also a Provincial Election in Newbie, with Shawn Graham's Liberals beating Bernard Lord's Conservatives - by a score of 29-26, it was a close game - but the red's pulled it out in the end. I always find it odd watching TV coverage of an election - that they call a winner 45 minutes after the polls close,(yet it still takes the USA a week and a half to come up with the results) - Anyways after 4 years of integration, which combined my dept with housing and Social services - I'm sure we'll get a new name and a new direction - but that's good I'm all about adjusting to changes. Hopefully New Brunswick will come out as the ultimate winner.

My guess it that they were bailing hay in Kent County last night.