Dammit Henna

You are killing my arm here.

Not only did I get a fake tattoo, apparently I am also getting the fake regret about a fake tattoo, except the regret ain't fake

So What Did I Learn Today?

I'm allergic to henna (I think). I haven't broken out in a rash like this since, well...ever.

Maybe my skin is too delicate. Either way, crap, there goes my plans of getting temporarily tattooed up

Bearkilled

So we went camping this past weekend at Killbear, and it was a fun time. The traffic was horrible going to Barrie ("I'm never getting a cottage, even if I could afford one" thoughts circulated in my mind), but then afterwards it cleared up nicely.

Camping with Alex, Kirk and kids was fun (especially since Kirk, who is a chef by trade, cooked us some great food on Saturday night). Camping with the other workmates who I didn't know was going to be there? Maybe not so great. In fact, had I known they would've been there? Most likely I wouldn't have went.

Coming home today we went to Ruthie, Kevin and the kids place (baby overload!). Had goose sausage (maybe if it was prepared better I would've enjoyed it; Kevin even feared he used the wrong spices). Oh, he also brought out his gun he uses for hunting and then we (Sharon included) shot it. And then I realized why guns are so dang violent.

Busy week again this week, then in less than two we'll be in Italy! Crazy!

Why Does Camping Have To Be So Stressful?

So you go camping to "get away from it all" and to "be one with nature". So then, I wonder, why does it have to be so stressful before and after the trip?

I'm talking about packing the car, hoping you don't forget anything, and then when you return you have to clean everything, etc. I didn't even mention the actual drive up there.

One of these days I'm going to have to do some sort of cost/benefit analysis of this whole thing. Then again, it may have something to do with the fact that Sharon isn't home and I have to do most of this all by myself. Yargh

Penny For My Thoughts

Thoughts being not saying "Dammit!"

So Second Cup is having a sale on their smoothies for $1.56. I went for break and got one (oh, and the calories in it is horrendous...looks like my cheap side is winning again). I ran into Kira and told her about it; she said she was going to get one. I gave her a penny so she doesn't get a handful of pennies for change.

Rewind back to the morning: I forgot my wallet at home. What the heck is happening to me? I used to be not a forgetful person. Luckily I had a petty cash slip at work, so my pocket was populated with $45.00.

Fast forward to the evening: stopped by the grocery store to buy a few things. Total came to $4.69. Sure enough, I had $5.68 in my pocket. Crapping fargus! So I got stuck with $0.99 in my pocket.

Of course.

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Is this what it's like being a bachelor and living by myself? Sharon left for Montreal, so now I have cook for myself. Not only that, I have to do a bunch of chores (cutting grass, trimming bushes, washing car, etc.) and other stuff to get ready for camping 2009 at Killbear PP this weekend. On top of that, I'm still kind of tired and continue to go to the gym (I have to though, considering I've been eating like a chump this past week).

I miss my wife, if only for the fact I'm kind of wanting to be lazy. Oh right, and also because I love her.

On the bright side, I made some great tacos for lunch tomorrow. Besides the fact I don't have a choice (although I do: "Mom! I'm coming for dinner!" Oh yeah, I actually did go there for dinner today, but that's because she asked me to come to help her carry a TV. Really! Oh right, back to the point...), I tend to cook foods I wouldn't normally cook when Sharon is here. Hopefully she doesn't realize this and makes me cook more (writing this where she could read it doesn't really help). Man, I got a good thing going here while she's home

It Was The Size Of An Onion Ring

Nothing like descriptive words from Laurie to explain what happens to a woman's body (and her, ummm...stinky parts) during childbirth. What could top that? A hand-drawn picture.

Thank goodness she's not going to show me the videotape (yup, there was a videotape)

"If You Know What I Mean"

So Miami with the boys was fun. I enjoy the time with them homos. Nothing too raunchy, just pure scorching out in the sun, eating too much junk food, and just general lazying around. Oh, and I got a tattoo.

Fake, sure, but still.

And we have threatened Jepot that if he puts the pics up on FB, then goshdangit...