“Sometimes you need a little break”—Ms Soapbox’s Mom
The fun started when Ms Soapbox’s sister Roz and her husband Jay came to town.
They flew in from Vancouver where it rains 168 days a year–to spend a week in Calgary enjoying the rain, thunder, lightning, more thunder and rain.
Ms Soapbox and Roz risked a short walk to the store, got caught in a downpour and returned home looking like drowned rats. This started a selfie war with their sister Elle who heartlessly responded to the “drowned rat” selfie with a selfie of herself and our baby sister basking in the Victoria sunshine. Booyah! she said. We don’t know what that means but we think it’s a taunt.
Yesterday we went to the Calgary Stampede. Four of us had free passes and zipped through the fast lane. Mini worked her way through the paying line while Jay and I made bets on which gate she’d come through. We both lost and Mini refused to go back and do it again.
We’re too old for the Spin Out 360 degree rotating claw and upchuck machine (thank god) and headed straight for the agricultural barns where we learned some remarkable things like:
- How to make pearl barley
- Dr Oz is wrong. Canola oil is way better for you than coconut oil
- The agency that regulates manure production has a sense of humour. Its table top display of a miniature feedlot included dinosaurs as well as cattle
- The Soapbox family, Roz and Jay weigh 1018 lbs, that’s as much as a two year old cow
- If you’re a human the cattle squeeze contraption isn’t soothing, it’s noisy and unsettling
It was pouring rain when we left the agriculture barn (surprise). We popped open two ridiculously small umbrellas and headed straight for the International exhibit where absolutely nothing was happening. We staked out a table and Mini and Ms Soapbox squeezed themselves under a sodden umbrella and went back outside in search of perogies (2 traditional, 1 teryaki), deep fried oreos and chocolate covered strawberries.
After lunch we splashed our way over to Indian Village to sample bannock with homemade Saskatoon berry jam and wandered down the midway looking for chocolate dipped ice cream bars on a stick. We found chocolate dipped cheesecake and bananas but no ice creams (boo) and settled for pretzels and mini donuts.
That evening Mr Soapbox barbequed jalapeno hamburgers in honour of Stampede. It was raining so we ate indoors (surprise).
We tried to teach ourselves line dancing from a YouTube video but the Cupid Shuffle proved to be too difficult and we got sidetracked by John Travolta (Staying Alive) and Patrick Swayze (Dirty Dancing) which led us to articles about Jennifer Grey’s nose (the internet really is a sink hole).
Today we walked over to Village Ice Cream in Marda Loop. We were armed with two umbrellas which came in handy when the skies opened and it started to hail.
We’ve had a terrific visit. My hairdresser taught us the Cadillac Ranch (sorta). We played Checkers and Rummikub. Jay showed Ms Soapbox how to find Netflix using the new DVD player and we crushed Elle in the selfie war–shots of us in cowboy hats, clinging to each other on the cattle scale and saying hi to a bull beat people sitting in the sunlight any day of the week.
Roz and Jay fly home tomorrow. They think our weather is fantastic. Booyah!!