Monday, February 1, 2010

Paranormal Activity

Ghosts or no ghosts, the show must go on.

This is my motto at the hotel I work at. Ok, so what building or hotel doesn't have some rumor of a haunting or sighting of some kind? The Siniktarvik from what I am learning is no different. Happenings in the kitchen area, sightings in hallways, doors opening and from what I have experienced myself, falling metal gravy boats such as the ones pictured below.

Now, I am caught in between of, believing and not believing. Being a logical person who requires facts first, I am finding all of this stuff hard to swallow. However, when I was working night shift at the hotel doing security work for them during the holidays, I was the ONLY person with access (security codes & door keys) to the rooms, dining room, offices and kitchen areas. Two separate occasions occurred where upon entering the kitchen area, as the time clock is placed in there, to clock myself in I had discovered the above pictured metal gravy boats strewn about on the floor. I found this odd, but thought, the servers or cooks must have knocked them in a rush trying to leave at the end of the day and left them.

A second night I had found sandwich toothpicks all over the floor in the kitchen. In the exact same area as the gravy boats. My third experience was great. I actually had heard the crashing noise of the gravy boats hitting the floor as I was close by the kitchen area. I was in the hallway just outside the kitchen door. Upon entering I began to loudly ask the logical question, "Who's in here?!" With no response I scoured the large kitchen and dining room area with my flash light. Doors were locked, windows shut tight, no breezes or anything of the sort, no alarms going off.

The cooks today told me of their own personal experiences in the kitchen while working. Things being moved when they left them somewhere else. Front desk staff have told me of sightings out of the corner of their eyes. Today took the cake for sure with the house keepers who called me at the front desk from upstairs where they were cleaning. The call brought me to a room where the three house keepers were standing outside the door waiting for me with the room door open. I entered. They pointed out the upside down paper coffee cups they leave for the next guests beside the coffee pot with the two brown stir sticks on top of the cups, in the shape of a cross. They pointed out the bed by the window where the bed cover was shifted as if someone had sat on the corner end of the bed. This was a room where someone had passed away supposedly.

They asked me if I can get the room blessed. I explained to them we would look into it of course. My conclusion on all of this is still a little iffy. Is something really happening at the Siniktarvik Hotel at night, or is someone playing games with us? If this stuff is right up your alley, then the Siniktarvik is the place for you to stay in Rankin.

"Boo!"

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Ouch, Yummy, Aaah.

Haha, ok. So the title of this blog is a little odd. For multiple reasons too. The ouch is for the frost bite I got on my cheek. My first ever frost bite. I wear this frost bite like a decorated solider who wears his medals. I actually remember the moment I am sure I got hit by it too. This war wound I proudly show off to others. Although not blackened, no dead tissue abound, it is red, and hurts to the touch.

Yummy is for the mukta (check spelling) I tried for the first time last night. It was good, I could see myself eating more as long as I had hot sauce for it. I can definitely see the survival side of it out on the land. The whale blubber warms your blood as does caribou meat. One of the natural secrets the Inuit must use to keep so warm out on the land. If you have the chance to eat some, I recommend at least giving a go once. I can now say for myself, I have tried it.

The 'aaahh' was for finally visiting the local Legion here in Rankin Inlet. Having never been and seeing as how fellow blogger BNorthern is leaving the north to go back home in the south, and I wish him all the very best in all his future endeavors, I wanted to go to show him some thanks for helping me out when it was needed.

So another "blizzard" hit Rankin Inlet as of last night and canceled flights across the board. Ha, I seen more blizzards at a Dairy Queen than in Rankin Inlet. Not axing Rankin at all, but c'mon weather guys. Your the experts? I get a better prediction from Nostradamus on the end of days for crying out loud.

Ok, cigar and cognac time....till we met again bloggers.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Who Are You?

To the person(s) who made it to the Siniktarvik Hotel in Rankin Inlet who reads my blog and took into account my blogs about the hotel, thank you for stopping by! But who are you? Your identity seems to remain shrouded in mystery lol. I would love to know who you are!

Thanks and I hope your stay was enjoyable!

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Come Mr. Taliban....

Is the U.S Government really serious about reconciliation? A theory now being toyed with for attempting to 'lure' out the lower Taliban fighters with money as the bait. Let's assume they pull out even one, the money the Government will spend just to do this will be costly. Let's even assume they pull out 2-5000 Taliban fighters from the lower end, what happens to the bigger fish in the Taliban at the top of the line? Do you really think your going to lure the big fish out of the water (or the sand dunes) with promise of money? They already have their own money. They want the US to stop supporting the Israelis do they not? This of course was according to the big guy himself, Osama bin Laden. Chances are Uncle Sam won't get one fighter.

Speaking of Osama bin Laden; how it is possible he STILL has not been located? Could it be for the fact that the Tora Bora mountains are so complex and the cave systems are so elaborate that Laden can hide for months on end despite the battle that took place in the area in 2001? I highly doubt your not going to be able to spot a 6 foot Arab hooked up to a dialysis machine walking around in the mountains in a white robe. After all, they found a tyrant of a President from Iraq cuddled in a hole in the ground hidden under a mat.

If Osama was caught, the money stops trickling in. Osama is and always will be a US cash grab folks.

Osama, welcome to the free world.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Penny Sale In Rankin Inlet

Today Rankin Inlet hosted a Penny Sale and a Talent show this evening respectively as a relief effort for Haiti. I do not yet know the outcome of the Talent Show financially what it has brought in, but I do know the Penny Sale has turned out just over $7,000. I would like to say, this sale alone was amazing that it brought in as much as it did. The turn out was huge. Thanks to everyone in Rankin who did come to show support both by setting up the tables, bringing in their wares for sale and the people who contributed financially.

If you are in Rankin Inlet reading this, or ever come to Rankin Inlet, come by the Siniktarvik Hotel and say hello to me. It is my new place of work and I am immensely enjoying it there. The restaurant is busy, and chocked full of wonderful foods on the menu in the dining room section. If you are coming to Rankin Inlet for a visit, book yourself in at the Siniktarvik and stay a spell. The staff are exceptional and friendly.

Well Deserved Win

Going back to the topic of last night's blog relating to the tragic loss of Nan Dicks, my grandmother in Newfoundland who lost her battle not to cancer which she has been battling for 43 years, but to a car accident. Reports are there were no skid marks on the road indicating she never even attempted to stop. Possibly indicating she may have had a heart attack or stroke while driving. There are many twists in this story behind the scenes that involve coincidences. To start, how is it that while being trained last night at work as I was asked to answer the next phone call that trickled into the hotel was the very phone call that brought the tragic news of my grandmothers death?

Another is even bigger. There has been a riff in the family. Between my step mother and I. This is where my blog gets so personal, it will most likely be the most private thing I may ever discuss on here. And I do so to bring you a little closer to my life, and into my world. As my wedding date speeds fast towards July 9th 2010 my step mother and I hit a speed bump in the road while on that journey. As I was anticipating her, her boyfriend and Nan to arrive this summer at the wedding, she wanted me to invite her sister, and brothers. I really don't know her sister and brothers very well. I had declined her suggestion of inviting them and just wanted to go form there. She had brought to my attention she would not be attending then. I had helped her with that decision by telling her she will not be invited then. Two mature adults acting like children.

Uggh. Ok, so this has come to a stand still and got so bad, we ended up not seeing eye to eye on the matter and ultimately stopped talking to one another. Enter the loss of my grandmother, her mother. I needed to be there for my step mother and made the call to her as soon as I got home last night after receiving the news of the accident. The call was hard for her, in more ways than one, but it was a loving and endearing phone call that was supportive of course as I am the eldest out of her three boys and needed to fulfill my role as such. I firmly believe I need to do the right thing here and let her know she is most certainly invited, as is her siblings in question.

Ironic twists of fate. Or signs from the Lord above that such arguments amongst family are insignificant in comparison to the fact that we are not here for a long time, nor is anything in life guaranteed? Whatever the answer is. It is awfully gut wrenching to think it may have taken the death of a family member to bring a family closer together.

I need to get ready for work. Thanks for reading.

Friday, January 22, 2010

A Great Loss

Tonight as I blog, I blog with a heavy heart. My grandmother on my step mother's side has passed away, she was in a car accident earlier tonight. Although I have just seen her this past summer during my trip with my fiancee through Ottawa, where my grandmother, or Nan as I call her, was visiting up from Newfoundland to see her daughter (my step mother) I must say, cancer or not, she looked great. A battle she has been fighting for over 40 years.

I received the call tonight while I was at work, in training. It hit me hard, and I am deeply saddened not so much for myself, but for Juanita, my step mother. Her sister and her brothers and the rest of the family. You see, if you know Newfoundlander's at all, it is the are a very tight knit type of people when it comes to family. I would appreciate if you took the time to read this far into my blog, if you could go a little further and view the photos below of my Nan who never asked for anything from anybody. Was tougher than most people I know, and would do anything for you. The way you would know a grandmother would be.




My two younger brothers, Adam on the right in the white shirt, and Brendan, our youngest brother on the left in the black shirt and Nan in the middle on her summer visit in 2009.



My Nan & I during the summer of 2009 in Ottawa at Juanita's home.




Nan, her daughter Juanita (my step mother) & I.



I love you Nan Olive Dicks. R.I.P