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Mr. Northern-Town

Published May 5, 2014 by inanortherntown

In attempting to regain my sense of humour and get back into the blogging groove, for the month of May, I’m going to be blogging about the vast topic “Things That Amuse Me”….

I would be remiss if I didn’t write about Mr. Northern-Town and how he amuses me. No one can make me laugh like he does and he puts up with me – so that’s amusing to me 🙂

*He rarely, if ever, flinches when I exclaim “I’ve just had THE BEST idea….”
*He is a willing participant in my healthy experiments – A couple of years ago, I asked him to go vegan for a month to see how he felt. (Hungry, he felt hungry)


He is kind:

July 2002 was scorching hot and I had been pregnant with our only child for approximately 5 years; we found ourselves walking for miles to try to dislodge the tenant when we passed an ice-cream store. “This is perfect!” I exclaimed, “I need to use the washroom and the baby needs an ice cream cone.” We entered a very quaint old-fashioned ice cream store and I asked to use the facilities. The store clerk warned me that it was an extremely narrow room. They both watched as I entered bathroom, said nothing as I backed out of the very narrow single stall bathroom, still kept quiet as I turned around to back into the extremely narrow single stall bathroom. When I emerged, Mr. N-T had a double chocolate ice-cream cone and tissue ready to dry my eyes. Only much later did he tell me my muffled sobs could be heard throughout the store.

He doesn’t keep grudges:

Through a series of unfortunate events, I accidentally lit his head on fire and then added insult to injury by kicking him out of the way so I could flee to safety.

It’s not as bad as it sounds and I still consider myself mostly blameless.

We had made friends with a hairdresser who specialized in hair extensions. She wanted to branch out to the Caucasian market and I booked both of us an appointment so she could experiment. It was the summer of ’99, we had no kids, no responsibilities, and no reason not to have long braided hair.

The stylist gave him braids similar to this but longer:
Hair on Fire

The position that he held at the time required him to wear a hard hat which rubbed against his braids and his natural hair began to poke through. We called up the stylist and she instructed us to cut the braids up to where the natural hair began to poke out and then seal up the braid by using a lighter to melt the “fake” hair. It sounded like a reasonable solution. Armed with dogged determination, scissors and an extra robust lighter, I set to work.

What we forgot to take into account was the highly flammable anti-itch spray we had both been using because hot damn! beauty can be painful.

I sat on the couch and he sat on the floor directly in front of me. I took a deep breath and cut the first braid. Then holding the lighter in one hand and the freshly cut braid in the other, I sparked the lighter and watched in horror as his head lit up.

Ka-BOOM.

Instinctively, I placed one foot on his back and vaulted across the room before he knew what was going on. The man on fire had to stop, drop, roll and frantically pat the flames out while I rocked back and forth in the corner of the room.

Much later, when the smoke settled and we untangled the charred remains of the hair, he graciously accepted my apology and much much later allowed me to share the story. He doesn’t mind that I collapse with laughter half-way through the telling and he has to finish what I started.

He really is a keeper ❤

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Heartwarming

Published January 7, 2014 by inanortherntown

Happy New Year!

We made it safely home trekking from the green lush promised land back up to the bitter cold north.  It took us three days to drive to our destination but FOUR days to drive home.  The roads were icy, the snow was blowing and the temperature kept dropping the further north we drove. 

Speaking of dropping temperatures, I can’t stop refreshing the weather channel – misery really does love company.  The Instagram shots of outside temperatures in all regions of North America are ghoulishly satisfying.  Did you see that one article that certain regions are currently colder than Mars?  I live for those type of articles.

Yesterday was my first day back at work after the break.  It was the worst kind of Monday: bitter cold with a savage wind chill and snowing.  The door closest to my parking spot was barricaded due to a pipe freezing and then bursting – the water damage is immense.I had to trudge around the building in the bitter cold with the savage chill…uphill……..you get the picture. 

All day long, all I could think about was trudging back around the building in the bitter cold and brushing all of the snow from my vehicle and how I really didn’t want to do it.  Really really didn’t want to do it.

Right at 5:00PM, my husband walked into my office and casually announced that he had driven down to my workplace, cleaned all the snow off my car and the car was warm and ready for me to drive home.

It was the very best ending to my day.

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