What is real? Are we really perceiving reality as we walk through the cosmos by using our 5 senses? Since our senses are converted to electrical impluses and then processed by our brain, is that not like Plato's cave wall. Are we just seeing shadows?

I have been watching some of the NHL playoffs, and I must say the hockey is subpare. The fights are inconsequential to the game(not quite true, it gives the other team the advantage when the result of the fight is that someone is in the penalty box), plus when your team is down a few games you would think that the penalties would be kept to a minimum, but noooooooooo. I was watching the playoff games between Calgary and Detroit, and all I can say is that Calgary desired to lose by the way they played the game.

All through Hockey School it was drilled into us take the person out of the play, and DO NOT PASS IN FRONT OF THE NET. What did Calgary do, let themselfs be out skated( not taking the person of the play), and passing infront of the net. Added to that, Calgary was taking more penalties then Detroit, which resulted in goals for Detroit, I really do not understand what the players on the Calgary team were thinking.

Then the last game between Calgary and Detroit, Calgary lost and what happen the last 30 seconds of the game; the Calgary goalie took his hockey stick and chopped a Detroit player in the stomach, why???? The goalie was ejected from the game, and then the players still in the player's bench patted him on his back, like he was unjustly ejected from the game. It was stated later as an excuse "the frustation level was so high, everybody wants to win." There no reason to purposely take a goalie stick, and chop someone in the stomach because you are losing. These are grown men being paid millions of dollars to play a game, only a game, and they do stupid stuff like this. There is no excuse, and the fights take away from the game.

What is mom looking at that is making her smile like that?

MM, I went to KFC and bought myself Big Box Meal.It was soooooooo good, I am going to have to eat another one.

Hey MM check out this web site. What do you think? I have never understood why Islam spread the way it did becasue Mohammed had to kill and destroy to spread his message. I do not understand why people accepted it. I think in the modern world, religion is more about money and poltical power then anything else.

I was friends with Ken through hockey, that is how we met. I am not sure why Mom and Dad became good friends with the Rudlands, but because Mom and Dad became good friends with them , me and Ken became better friends. Once the Rudlands moved to Sherwood Park, me and Ken hung around together at school. We also had a few jobs together; we worked together at Maid Marions( we had a lot of fun there, great eating), and we also worked at Bonanza( we had ice fights late a night there).

Then there was the year that I lived with Mr. and Mrs. Rudland, Ken and Vivian. One thing that I remember best about Viv was that she bought the "Saturday Night Fever" record, and everytime me and Ken came home from school were heard a million times; you know it--- The Beegees. Viv does not remember this, but I dooooooooo. Me and Ken came home for lunch sometimes, and what did we eat?????? Macarroni and Cheese!!! He would eat box, and I would eat box. Even now when I make a box Mac and Cheese I still think about those times that we would eat lunch together. That year was also when we started to make goofy noises together, it was goofy, but we injoyed and laugh together.

Then there was the trip to Arizona, and for whatever reason Mr. Rudland was drinking and driving, and Mr. Rudland did not were he was going. I think that we were looking for Mom and Dad, that is were we were going to meet. Anyways me and Ken were on the top part of the camper watching the road, and cutting up, joking around, singing "Airazonnna" I still sing "Airazonna," no one in my family really knows why I am singing that, but it creates a warm place in my heart; it makes me think of Ken and all the fun we had together growing up.

There are many more memories, but as I write this, these are the memories that stand out as I reflect back to my life in Canada. See you later Ken.