Friday, January 27, 2006


Not too much to write about. Just your typical Friday. The one thing that amazes me is that most people blame the Dryer for stealing socks WELL... our 4 year old son can go through a pair of socks every single day. He thinks that they double as shoes and wears them everywhere. So far the count this week is 6 pairs. We're resorting to getting him swimming shoes to wear everywhere...

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

The image above is a manipulated photo of the girl found dead in trash bin. Provided by the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children.

I know it has beenawhile since I lasted blogged, BUT this is important. I recently moved to the great city of Las Vegas and just last week something horrible happened to the community as a whole.

Last week Metro police found the body of a little 2 year old girl in the dumpster in a apartment complex. The police and also volunteers have tried for the last week to try to find out:

1) Who this little girl is;
2) Who the little girl belongs to; and
3) Why someone would do this to a little girl.

After exhaustive media coverage in the city and the state, it is now time to go global. I know that the police are seeking the talents of America's Most Wanted and the program will air on Saturday night, but we as a blog community need to help also. I am posting this with a link to the picture and information about this horrific event. The girl was about 3 years old and appeared to be Hispanic. She was wearing a white fleece jacket with pink hearts.

PLEASE... PLEASE... if there is someone out there that knows someone who knows something OR if someone knows who this little angel is or knows who she belongs to, contact the Las Vegas Metro Police at Crime Stoppers (702) 385-5555. There is probably a hotline and when I find it I will post it. (702) 229-LOST

Sunday, December 25, 2005


This is just a festive note to tell all the bloggers and readers of blog a very Merry Christmas. Hope that all went well and that everyone received what they wanted.
Our Christmas went well. Every year we go to a local hotel here in Calgary and spend Christmas eve day, night and most of Christmas day there. They have a waterslide and the kids enjoy every minute of the stay. Pictures of our trip will eventually show up here in a couple of days as soon as I can get the pictures from the Grandparents.
Tommorrow is Boxing Day here in Canada. The day that is almost like Black Friday in the U.S., but mainly is all about electronics. I got a wonderful present from the Lawyers that I work for so I am going to go and see what I can get at the Future Shop (an electronic store). It should be interesting to see what it all entails. This year might be interesting thought; there is no snow on the ground here in Calgary and the temperatures are in the plus range. Today (Christmas) we had a high temperature of 13 degrees C. Well I am off for a bit. will post later.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

I know that it is still a couple of days away... BUT..
To all you Moms & Mr. Moms out there - Enjoy and Happy Holidays

Dear Santa,

I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my
children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor,
sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade
tree on the school playground.

I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases,
since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back
of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when
I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:

I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple,
which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze;
but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy
aisle in the grocery store.

I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh
month of my last pregnancy.

If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint
resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a
television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking
animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the
crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes,
Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't
fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without
the use of power tools.

I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in
the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my
voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only
be heard by the dog.

If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough
time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the
luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being
served in a Styrofoam container.

If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to
brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare
ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely.

It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the
house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an
organized crime family.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet
under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a
safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in
and dry off so you don't catch cold.

Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave
crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always,MOM...!

P.S. One more can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa. Santa has asked that this gets past on to all the mommies you know.
P.S.S. This little note that is a christmas favorite is not only to all the mothers/fathers out there (single, married, divorced, widowed or step), BUT to themothers of my life. To my step-mom Shelia... may we grow our relationship over the rest of our lifetime, even though the distance might be great, the bond is starting to get strong and will get stronger over time and all eternity; AND to my dad Jack... the time of the past may never be recovered between the both of us, BUT we have today, tomorrow and eternity to get to know each other, thank you for never closing your heart to me and accepting me for who I am no matter what. To my birth mom Sue... even though the distance of our relationship has become great, my love for you will never fade. I know that you think of me often and I of you as well. I know one day the chains that seperate us will be broken so that we will be able to see each other; AND to my step-dad BRUCE...although I do not agree with decisions that have been made in the past, I am thankful for the man that I am today and do owe a debt of gratitude to you for that. My work ethic and sence of undying love for my family are all traits that you have demonstrated through out my life and that I now hold dear to mine. AND FINALLY TO MY WIFE, ROSE... although never spoken as much as it should, my love for you is stronger than any bond created in heaven or here on earth. Your tireless efforts sometimes go unrewarded as a mother and a wife, BUT know this... they are noticed. Thank you for your support in everything, for your fire to help me on the path of education (of which I may never have persued or will persue in the future), your sense of duty to me as a husband and a wife, where both sets of my parents have left off, you have taken over and never questions that duty and tireless efforts as a mother to help and guide our children and myself on the path that you know is right. I LOVE YOU ALL AND WISH EVEYONE OF YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!

Thursday, December 15, 2005


I am not really that good at keeping this going. I am going to make the effort. They say that if you do something for 21 days that it becomes a habit. So for the next 21 days, I will attempt to write something every day to make it a habit.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

The first round...
Blogging this may get me into trouble, but can you keep a secret? I bought my wife one of her presents for Christmas. I mean I might as well gather with all of the others that start the Christmas shopping bonanza in October!! (that is for a different rant) I am pretty good at picking out outfits for my wife, I know what looks good and what doesn’t and sometimes I am not afraid to tell her that the outfit that she has chosen is way too …not her…I say sometimes because you need to know when to play on the line or cross it and I have had 7 years of almost crossing it and getting slapped under my belt. Anyways here is the description of the outfit that I have chosen, see if you can guess before you get to the end of the description.

Black cotton pants, nice black blazer, white shirt and cool black tie.
And to top it all off, a little cap.
Yes, I bought Mom a chauffeur's uniform. I figured if you are going to act the part, you might as well dress the part. I hope she likes it!

Tuesday, October 25, 2005


A month or so ago, our Premier, Ralph Klein (or as some call him, King Ralph) told the province that "every man, women and child" will be getting at least $400 from the government due to the oil revenue surplus. Well I am one to go on record that it is a good idea. When George "W" Bush gave all American a dividend check, it benefited the local economy. This to will do the same...Just think about it. There is probably only 6% of this province that know how to invest money. The rest of us will look that this winfall as a chance to pay off bills or stick away in a bank account for a rainy day. BUT at the end of the day it most of that money given to us by our generous government will eventually end up back in the provincial government's hands.

ONE thing that you must remember to do is make sure that your taxes have been file as of 2004. This is the way that the Provincial government will determine how many people are eligible for this generous gift and also, I think, that it is another way to get people who do not file for taxes, to do so. Just think about it, if someone has a family of 4 they are entitled to $1600. If the breadwinner has not done his(or her) taxes, they will get squat. Another side to this is that you have to have your kids registered for the Child Tax Benefit program in order to get the money entitled to them. If they are not registered they nothing will come your way.


Sorry for the lateness of this entry. Still trying to get use to the whole blogging thing. Blogging takes time and sometimes I do not have the time to do so, but will make a more concerted effort to keep all that pass this blog site informed.

Spent Thanksgiving with my dad and mom in Kamloops. What a great visit as always. For a spin on things, my wife and I invited her parents (and little sister) along for the trip. A good time was had by all (pictures will follow, I promise) especially Rose's little sister Kendra. It was kind of funny to see her and her first crush on a boy. Also it was interesting to discover that I am now the youngest child out of my dad's side of the family (I met my oldest step-brother during the trip). The one comment about the trip that I must confess was brought up by my wife. It seems that I was keeping to myself for some of the trip, playing with the kids (I missed an opportunity to go for a drive to Merritt) and watching a bit of TV. I guess that I am still not sure how to act around my dad. See I have not seen him for many years and do not know how to act around him. I guess (I hope) over time that this will dissipate.

Monday, October 03, 2005


Surfing can be so much fun. I ran across this awsome article at . It is the Presidency's message about parenting and if read, will help create a roadmap for parents asking questions and parents that are currently raising children.

Here is a little of that message:

In my opinion, the teaching, rearing, and training of children requires
more intelligence, intuitive understanding, humility, strength, wisdom,
spirituality, perseverance, and hard work than any other challenge we might have
in life. This is especially so when moral foundations of honor and decency are
eroding around us. For us to have successful homes, values must be taught, and
there must be rules, there must be standards, there must be absolutes. Many
societies give parents very little support in teaching and honoring moral
values. A number of cultures are becoming essentially valueless, and many of the
younger people in those societies are becoming moral cynics.

There is hope for us all.

Friday, September 30, 2005


"We have really great people though as the villains in this film, Thomas Haden Church and Topher Grace -- Venom and Sandman," says Kirsten Dunst while promoting her film "Elizabethtown. Maybe I wasn't supposed to say that," she says, checking with her rep, who assures her the information has already been released.

Well now the rumor cat is out of the bag, all that remains is to see if it is 100% true. Although, what character would Topher play? Soaking wet he can't weigh more than 100 pounds. Sandman? nope, Venom? can't see that one. I guess we will wait and see UNLESS Ms. Dunst (living up to her namesake) wants to tell us more.


Last night my wife and I went to see the new movie with Jodie Foster in it called "Flightplan". Although the script was lacking, Jodie pulled it off beautifully. BUT the reason for this rant is the article that I read that was linked to the website I was looking at to review the movie.
The Association of Flight Attendants and Transport Workers Union has this week called for a national boycott of the new Jodie Foster movie, Flightplan. In a press release announcing the boycott the TWU claims that:

"The film, which portrays a flight attendant and Federal air marshal as terrorists and the lead villains, also depicts flight attendants as rude, unhelpful and uncaring."

I couldn't agree more. Ever since I saw Flight Plan I don't trust flight attendants further than my oxygen mask will reach. And this isn't the first time it's happened to me either. After I saw Boiler Room I hated stock brokers, after Tombstone I hated cowboys as well as cowgirls, and after Aladdin I had a severe distaste for Royal Viziers (ie. Jafar).After all, movies shouldn't be about good stories, they should be about positively depicting individuals with important professions, especially unionized professions.

Thursday, September 29, 2005


I want to thank Kathleen Callon in advance for her site and this article. I had to reprint it here in the hopes that more would be able to read it.

Thank you to Kevin for forwarding this potent speech Etan Thomas gave recently in DC:
“Giving all honor, thanks and praises to God for courage and wisdom, this is a very important rally. I'd like to thank you for allowing me to share my thoughts, feelings and concerns regarding a tremendous problem that we are currently facing. This problem is universal, transcending race, economic background, religion, and culture, and this problem is none other than the current administration which has set up shop in the White House.
In fact, I'd like to take some of these cats on a field trip. I want to get big yellow buses with no
air conditioner and no seatbelts and round up Bill O'Reilly, Pat Buchanan, Trent Lott, Sean Hannity, Dick Cheney, Jeb Bush, Bush Jr. and Bush Sr., John Ashcroft, Giuliani, Ed Gillespie, Katherine Harris, that little bow-tied Tucker Carlson and any other right-wing conservative Republicans I can think of, and take them all on a trip to the ‘hood. Not to do no 30-minute documentary. I mean, I want to drop them off and leave them there, let them become one with the other side of the tracks, get them four mouths to feed and no welfare, have scare tactics run through them like a laxative, criticizing them for needing assistance.
I’d show them working families that make too much to receive welfare but not enough to make ends meet. I’d employ them with jobs with little security, let them know how it feels to be an employee at will, able to be fired at the drop of a hat. I’d take away their opportunities, then try their children as adults, sending their 13-year-old babies to life in prison. I’d sell them dreams of hopelessness while spoon-feeding their young with a daily dose of inferior education. I’d tell them no child shall be
left behind, then take more money out of their schools, tell them to show and prove themselves on standardized exams testing their knowledge on things that they haven’t been taught, and then I’d call them inferior.
I’d soak into their interior notions of endless possibilities. I’d paint pictures of assisted productivity if they only agreed to be all they can be, dress them up withfatigues and boots with promises of pots of gold at the end of rainbows, free education to waste terrain on those who finish their bid. Then I’d close the lid on that barrel of fool’s gold by starting a war, sending their children into the midst of a hostile situation, and while they're worried about their babies being murdered and slain in foreign lands, I’d grace them with the pain of being sick and unable to get medicine.
Give them health benefits that barely cover the common cold. John Q. would become their reality as HMOs introduce them to the world of inferior care, filling their lungs with inadequate air, penny pinching at the expense of patients, doctors practicing medicine in an intricate web of rationing and regulations. Patients wander
the maze of managed bureaucracy, costs rise and quality quickly deteriorates, but they say that managed care is cheaper. They’ll say that free choice in medicine will defeat the overall productivity, and as co-payments are steadily rising, I'll make their grandparents have to choose between buying their medicine and paying their rent.
Then I'd feed them hypocritical lines of being
pro-life as the only Christian way to be. Then very contradictingly, I’d fight for the spread of the death penalty, as if thou shall not kill applies to babies but not to criminals.
Then I’d introduce them to those sworn to protect and serve, creating a curb in their trust in the law. I’d show them the nightsticks and plungers, the
pepper spray and stun guns, the mace and magnums that they’d soon become acquainted with, the shakedowns and illegal search and seizures, the planted evidence, being stopped for no reason. Harassment ain’t even the half of it.
Forty-one shots to two raised hands, cell phones and wallets that are confused with illegal contrabands. I’d introduce them to pigs who love making their guns click like wine glasses. Everlasting targets surrounded by bullets, making them a walking bull's eye, a living piñata, held at the mercy of police brutality, and then we’ll see if they finally weren’t aware of the truth, if their eyes weren’t finally open like a box of Pandora.
I’d show them how the other side of the tracks carries the weight of the world on our shoulders and how society seems to be holding us down with the force of a boulder. The bird of democracy flew the coop back in Florida. See, for some, and justice comes in packs like wolves in sheep's clothing. T.K.O.'d by the right hooks of life, many are left staggering under the weight of the day, leaning against the ropes of hope. When your dreams have fallen on barren ground, it becomes difficult to keep pushing yourself forward like a train, administering pain like a doctor with a needle, their sequels continue more lethal than injections.
They keep telling us all is equal. I’d tell them that instead of giving tax breaks to the rich, financing corporate mergers and leading us into unnecessary wars and under-table dealings with Enron and Halliburton, maybe they can work on making society more peaceful. Instead, they take more and more money out of inner city schools, give up on the idea of rehabilitation and build more prisons for poor people. With unemployment continuing to rise like a deficit, it's no wonder why so many think that crime pays.
Maybe this trip will make them see the error of their ways. Or maybe next time, we'll just all get out and vote. And as far as their stay in the White House, tell them that numbered are their days.”
Bravo, Etan!

Tuesday, September 27, 2005


This is a quick note to all out there in blogger land. A lot has happened to us and the world since I last posted. Well last night we got our first taste of the up coming winter season. At 12:30 a.m. it started to snow and of course it did not lst too long in the city. The outlining ares were not so luck as they had their snow fall stay. This was evident by the cars coming in from the ourskirts with snow still on the vehicles.

It has been a month since hurricane Katrina struck the Gulf Coast and New Orleans and still the blame game and finger pointing is evident. Why not put all that energy into helping the victims and forget what happend and just fix the problem.

On the homefront, MJ had an audition for Proscout yesterday and was a little nervous. Tonight she goes back and hopefully she is accepted. If she is she will go on to Banff for a conference. Mj is very talented in the area of dance and voice. She is already starting to sing the words to songs on the radio and is really good at memorization of those songs. She applies that memorization to her reading as we are reading "Green Eggs and Ham" by Dr. Seuss. We are having a little problem with teaching her to read (Rose and I need to learn how to teach). GRade 1 is not only challenging for our daughter but it takes a toll on us as parents also. I am beginning to realize that I am going to be enrolled in grades 1-12 for a long time. I guess the old saying that no one ever stops educating themselves is right on the money.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Hello to all.

This is the start of something that will hopefully take off within the families that are living far apart or have no contact with members of their family that want them to know that they are alive. You see I come from a family that is both American (my mother, Sue Gilberg, maiden name DeGooyer) and Canadian (my father, Jack Sabey). I grew up for the most part in Canada longing for the chance to go back to America. I visited numerous times on vacation and lived there for awhile and finally had the chance to excersize my dual citizenship when I was 27.
This blog will be the living journal of the ups and downs of my family, posted so that relatives from both my wife's (Rose Gilberg) family and mine will be able to read it. There will be more to come as I do a brief run down of my family and what has taken place over the last few years. So for now