Dec. 8th, 2006

trishkit: (80s)
...berry, berry tired.

We had a blizzard yesterday and last night that dropped 25 cm of snow in 24 hours (about 9ish inches). That's nothing unusual for this area, so it's not a major disaster or anything; but when you've got a Christmas Tree lot set up in your parking lot it results in a lot of work.

First of all, let me set the scene: my Christmas Tree outfit consists of a green plaid lumberjack jacket, toque, snowpants, heavy duty gloves and Sorels (boots). When the weather is better the toque is replaced by a Santa hat. Yeah, I know; I'm cool.

We have a holiday forest set up with rows and rows of Balsam Fir, Fraser Fir and Scotch Pine. The incredible dump of snow buried all of the trees. Dad, Norm (the guy who sells used cars) and I spent most of the day digging out.

The procedure:

Cut because I have verbal diarrhoea (I'm giddy because I had a fantastic day) )

If that wasn't enough to make me feel warm and gooey, I heard The Spoons singing "Old Emotion" on the radio. I don't know if The Spoons ever penetrated beyond Ontario. They are an example of an 80's band that pretty much defined my Grade Nine year. Here's the "Old Emotion" video:

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No, the girl is not wearing a hat. That's a perm.

Other than the hair (Yay!Mullets), the shoes (Docksiders!) and the sweater (Fisherman sweaters - I've knitted you!), I think this particular song stands up pretty well. I always loved Sandy's (the girl) look.

The Spoons were from Toronto and are an excellent example of New Wave.

This was their first hit:
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Here's a song that I always loved:
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The subway stations in Toronto still look the same, but the subway cars are now silver instead of red.

Um, I guess this was a pretty long winded and pointless post (and I didn't even get to the story about my old science teacher telling me antique "Mommy, Mommy" jokes tonight ("Mommy, Mommy, I don't want to go to Europe". "Shut up and keep swimming").

And I'm sorry for all of the parentheses (sadly, I totally speak like this in real life).


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