Posts Tagged ‘trip down memory lane’

Today, is my fourth anniversary of when I proposed to my wife.
As promised, here’s the story of how it happened. The story’s one of my favorites, and it even includes an international political figure who’s still in the news today.

It all started a few weeks before our trip to Toronto. I was on an oc transpo bus heading to walmart to get a few things. I knew I had a big trip coming up and I wanted to get her something special.

My attended reminded me that they sold engagement rings at walmart. At first, I was skeptical of buying it at walmart. It just didn’t seem like something that I’d buy at walmart.

I walked in and headed to the counter to look at Rings. After about 15 or 20 minutes, I found the one that I wanted and thought that would look good on her finger. All I had to do was figure out how to propose to her.

The next few weeks were rough on me. I wrote, and rewrote the proposal. I’m not the type of guy that follows a script. When I did comedy, I would often improvise on the spot during my set. Needless to say, this wasn’t an easy task.

As weeks turned into days before our trip, I was getting more and more nervous every day. Soon it was time to go to the train station.

We arrived at the Ottawa train station, not knowing who was going to be in first class with us.

While we were waiting in the train station’s vip lounge, we saw Luba Goy. Luba Goy is a lengendary Canadian comedian, most notable from the Royal Canadian Air Farce. Sadly, I remembered her most from being on Mr. Dressup and other kids shows.

For most of the ride, she sat elsewhere in our section. At one point, she walked by us to use the bathroom. On her way back, I yelled out, hey, I know you. From there, she introduced herself and she asked to join us. I must admit that I was a little starstrucked, just because she’s a comedy legend. At the time, I was just a few days away from my first comedy gig. This was a pretty big deal to me.

She stayed with us for the rest of the trip, which was about two hours at this point. She was a great lady, very interested in us and our story etc. She even called me a few days later and literally left a 5 minute message on my voicemail. I was sad that I missed her call. I tried to contact her, but had no luck.

As if that wasn’t odd enough, there was someone else sitting near us, who’s pretty well known too. As it turned out, The President Of Afghanistan, Hamid Karzai was sitting beside us surrounded by bodyguards.

At first, I didn’t believe it, but Luba Goy, and my wife confirmed it. I googled him when we returned home, sure enough, it was him. He made small talk with us for a few minutes, which was pretty neat.

Our train arrived, and we headed to our hotel right across the street. We managed to get a suite at the Fairmont Royal York. The room was HUGE, and I could actually use the bathroom. I can’t even do that in my home.

The moment was soon to arrive. I decided that I wanted to be comfortable, so I proposed to her just wearing boxers. She was wearing something comfty and sexy as well.

All I truly remember from the proposal is saying that I want to tell her something. Apparently, I freaked her out because she thought I was mad at her or something. That’s not a good way to begin a proposal.
As it turned out, she said yes, and I later found out that she was hoping that I’d ask.

We went to bed after that. Believe it or not, this was the first time we were able to sleep together. The reason is because I was still using a hospital bed at the time, and it was just a single bed. In fact, whenever she stayed over, she’d have to sleep on the floor. Needless to say, we didn’t really sleep that night in Toronto.

The next morning, we ordered room service. I managed to frighten the guy with an overly friendly hello from my bed, which was about 40 or 50 feet from the door. Hey, I got engaged, and spent the night making hot, passionate love. I think you’d be pretty happy too.

We spent a few hours sightseeing in Toronto and went up The CN Tower, which was my second time there at that point. I went back one time since, which was the following summer.

A few hours later, we headed back to Ottawa. There wasn’t anyone famous on our journey back, but we had a train load of memories.

Tonight we’re heading to a revolving Roof Top Restaurant to celebrate.

It’s not as high as The CN Tower, but it’s not easy to when you’re still on top of the world, four years later

So last night, I spent the evening with my Wife. We hung out & watched America’s Got Talent. We were hoping to see performances in the second round, but there weren’t any. At least we got to hang out though.

In other news, my Wife & I are trying to plan a day trip to Montreal. So far, the phone lines & website are jammed due to VIA Rail’s 60% sale offer. Last weekend, they went on Strike and this is their way of apologizing for it. The offer was extended until this Friday, so hopefully we can pull it off.

I’m heading to Walmart tomorrow afternoon, because frankly, my life just isn’t funny enough. I have to pick up some household items, and I’m cheap. The answer to that equation is to go to Walmart.

Tomorrow night, my Wife & I are heading out to the Busker Festival on the Sparks Street Mall. I usually have a pretty good time, if I get a good view. I usually try to find Performers who are setting up & I quickly nab a spot in the front. I keep hoping one of them will pick me from the crowd to help them, or at least be part of their show. If any of the Performers are reading this, I have a really big powered wheelchair & I can possibly be used to jump over, or hell, just bang on my table. I’m also a pretty fun guy & know how to get the crowd going. I can do stuff, trust me. I used to be a Stand-Up Comedian.

Use me!

It’s a pretty rainy day here in Ottawa, so it’s time for another childhood memory from when I was living in the Hospital.

Today, I’m gonna talk about the second time that I broke my leg.

I was on my way back to the Hospital after spending the day at the Jack Purchell Community Centre. We were just about to cross the Pretoria Bridge by the Rideau Canal. A Car cut us off, and the Driver had to slam on the brakes.

The Seat of my wheelchair fell forward. I hit the Driver on the back of his head with my face & then I crashed to the floor face first. The Woman that was with me started freaking out and screaming. The Ventilator Tube had come off, so I wasn’t breathing during the ordeal. Luckily, the Woman quickly realized and grabbed the Ambu Bag.

An Ambu-Bag is something that goes on my neck to help me breathe. Everytime someone squeezes it, it fills my lungs with air. Part of my Disability affect my lungs and I can’t breathe on my own. So yadda, yadda, yadda, the Ambu-Bag saved my life.

I laid there on the floor until the Ambulance came. I was moaning in pain. One of the Paramedics asked the Woman if I always moaned or made odd sounds. I managed to yell, No! I’m in pain, damnit! He felt stupid for asking.

As they carried me out on the Stretcher, I asked someone if I was going to be on the TV news. Even as a kid, I was a Media Whore.

So I arrived “home” in an Ambulance, and got wheeled into the ER. The funniest thing about all of this was that the Nurses had no idea who I was. Even though, I had been living there for at least ten or eleven years at this point. They kept asking me where I lived & I kept saying, upstairs, I live upstairs!. I think they believed that I hit my head just a little too hard.

Eventually, they called upstairs and the Nurse vouched for me. I broke both of my legs, and my nose. The Bus Company paid me $3000 and I had a wonderful trip to Toronto.

Thanks for reading.

My Wife & I headed to Lebreton Flats to hear some free Beethoven Music. It felt very strange going to the same place where Bluesfest was held a week earlier. There were people sitting in Lawnchairs that were my Parent’s ages & even the age of my Grandparents, and kids & babies.

I had the thought in my head of showing up there with my KISS makeup and thinking that Bluesfest was still on. I would’ve done it too, but I don’t have a Video Camera. That’s the kinda thing that I NEED to capture and put it on youtube. People’s reactions would’ve been simply priceless I think.

We stayed there for about 45 minutes relaxing & enjoying the music. It was kinda odd for us, especially for me because I’m not exactly a fan of Classical Music. At least it was free & outdoors.

It rained earlier today & will probably rain more later tonight.
That means it’s time for another childhood memory.

Today, I’m gonna talk about the first time that I broke my leg.
Yes, even people who can’t move much, can still be spazzy.

I was eleven or twelve years old at the time and just recently got my first powered wheelchair. I was in a friend’s room in the Hospital. We were talking about a cute girl that was staying there at the time. We had both wanted to see which one of us would have the guts to go talk to her. I said that I’d go first. So, off I went.

I left his room and started driving my chair really fast up & down the hallway outside her room. In my head I’m thinking that this is gonna impress her & she’ll fall for me solely based on my Wheelchair driving skills.

Wrong!

In my moment of glory, I forgot to take my finger off of the button & I drove right into the window ledge beside the main entrance to the ward. The ledge was at the perfect level to hit just below my right knee.

I immediately started crying right before the Nurses ran towards me to help. At this point, I slowly returned to my room in pain. The whole time, the girl was sitting by her door & laughing at me. To make matters worse, nobody believed me when I said that I thought I broke my leg.

Two weeks later, a Nurse noticed while giving me a bath, that my leg was blueish. As far as we knew, it’s bad when a body part goes blue. Later that day, I had my right leg x-rayed and sure enough, it was broken.

I’m still not sure how I lasted two weeks with a broken leg without a cast. Back then, I was swimming three times a week, plus all the lifting from bed/chair/pool/bath tub etc etc. It’s a miracle that I didn’t need Surgery to repair the bones.

However, there’s a happy ending.
The girl remembered me the next time she returned to the Hospital. She apologized for laughing at me & we became really good friends for a little while. As for the other guy, as it turned out, she wasn’t too fond of him. Sadly, she passed away a few years later and he soon followed.

I guess it’s a happy/sad ending.

Thanks for reading.

As I write this, I’m silently wishing that I had enough strength to bang my head against a wall.
Just for half a minute please!

I guess the other option would be to have someone toss a brick into my face.
Wouldn’t that be fun to watch, kids?

So, last night, I stayed home and caught up on shows on The Movie Network/HBO Canada or whatever they call it now. Then, I watched Pineapple Express. For some reason, I referred to it as Polar Express, but it’s slightly different.

Polar Express is about a Train and it’s a kids cartoon with Tom Hanks.
Pineapple Express is about two Potheads running from bad guys, but it’s not for kids.

Long story short…
Don’t do drugs!
I never believed that theory myself.

While I watched the movie, I was tweetering with some people, which was fun.

Here’s another childhood memory.
I remember becoming a Teenager while I was living in the Hospital. Like most normal Teenaged boys, I liked Porn. Every Saturday night, a show called Bleu Nuit would come on the French TV Channel.

Basically, it was a TV show that aired Softcore Porn Movies or shows. When you’re 13 and before Web times, this was a pretty big deal for me. Obviously, this was WAY past my usual bedtime, so every Saturday Night, I’d come up with an excuse as to why I couldn’t sleep. My usual one was that I’m too excited to sleep. Little did they know how honest that excuse was.

I remember one time, I had a mean Nurse or I pissed her off. She made me go to bed early. Luckily, I had a roommate at the time and he agreed to turn my TV on when the show came on. Sure enough, he came over to my bed & turned my TV on.

Our fun only lasted about 20-30 minutes because the Nurse was making the rounds. He managed to shut the TV off and quietly push it back right before she got to our room.

I think I got caught a few times, but I never got punished for it.
What were they gonna do, kick me out?
I kinda wish they had.

Thanks for reading.

I’m not as happy about this weekend, like I usually am.
It’s supposed to rain all weekend.
I think I’d have an easier time getting around on a Boat instead of a Bus or Van.

I’m on a Boat, yo!

Last night, my Wife & I got caught up on America’s Got Talent. One of them was for people on MySpace. I used to contribute regularly there, but now I’m here, because it’s alot more mature & professional looking. Also, because the slut/whore factor is reduced greatly here.

Yup, I said it, you gotta cut back on the whores!

And, you have Twitter…
At first, I didn’t get it or understood the hype. it has its charm, I admit. I often find myself checking back often to see what people are doing in this crazy world. As of now, I have 103 followers and have posted almost 500 tweets.

As for Facebook…
I have 150 friends and I know them ALL in one way or another. Most of them are Comedians that I’ve worked with or seen & talked to afterwards. There’s also other Disabled people, Neighbors, my Sister, & many many more.

I thought I’d finish this post with a childhood memory.
As many of you know, I lived 19 years at the Childrens Hospital Of Eastern Ontario.
For the first six years, I lived in ICU.
In those days, I didn’t have a TV in my room. One of my sources of amusement was BLASTING a record that was just Bagpipe Music.

Anyways, one day I was bored and had a ball nearby. I started looking around for someone to throw it to. The only person near me was my roomate, but he was asleep, or so I thought.

I threw the NERF ball at him, thinking he’d wake up and toss it back, but no. As it turned out, the boy was in a Coma. His Mother was sitting by his bed resting. She woke up and sees the ball on him & I’m sitting there with a shit happy-candy induced grin. Next thing I know, she starts screaming at the Nurse.

I, of course, was clueless about what was going on. By this point, I just wanted my ball back. A few minutes later, a Nurse told me that he wasn’t sleeping. After that talk, I rocked out to Bagpipe Music.

Even as a kid, I wasn’t innocent.

I just felt like sharing that with the masses.

Have a ball this weekend, everyone!