Happy Birthday My Love

You don't look a day over 28.

Story that made me laugh:

(at Ikea)

Sharon: Here is your hot dog, and I got us an iced tea. I didn't know if you wanted the Dingleberry drink

Jason: Love, I think you mean Lingonberry? A Dingleberry is a piece of poo that is stuck on the end of the fur of a dog

Sharon: oh

The Great Basketball Epiphany

I'm not good at it (or rather, I'm not as good as I would like to be at it).

I don't think I'm cut out for "team play". I seem to get anxiety and not want to screw up in a league that's meant for fun (but really, it's quite the competitive league). And it's not just because of my abysmal performance today; I've been feeling it for the past little while.

It's funner just playing at the Y in the morning, where there's no real pressure or anything.

I hope this doesn't mean my testosterone levels aren't dropping or anything

Another Case Of "Where'd The Weekend Go?"

Well that was a doozy.

Friday, Meng and Mar came over and officially became the first people to stay overnight, and we had all sorts of family festivities to attend to.

Saturday, essentially all day I was at Cheyenne's debut, as I was co-emcee with Meng. Ghetto hall, but alright event, I guess.

Then today we spent all sorts of hours at Ikea with Lavita and Leon, as they are looking to furnish their apartment they are getting on Tuesday. Leon (1 years old) I was carrying for the majority of the time there. Then I had one of those flashforwards as to how it would be as a father. Yikes...I'm sort of glad I'm going on vacations this year.

And now, I'm about to leave to go to play a basketball game in the league I seem to not be liking more and more every week. Might have something to do with the fact that I'm not playing too much. Has to be.

Looking forward this week, it's not going to be much better as we have a lot of preparation to do for our Canada Day Luau...

Year Of Vacations? If Vacations Also Means Musicals

So we just watched Jersey Boys (great show, okay singing, still not better than "In the Heights", but still good). By my count, that's five musicals we watched this year: Dirty Dancing, Sound of Music, Chicago, In the Heights, and this one.

If I wasn't married I'd think I was quite the Gaylord. But I'm married. So I guess that just makes me Gay.

We're really trying to pack it in before kids arrive...jeez

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaa-Ved

Exciting times...our driveway, after two months, finally got repaved this morning. We had the stereotypical Italian guys doing it, with the shirt unbuttoned all the way (at 7:15am?!?), the cigarette hanging from the mouth, and the shouts of "aaaaaaaa...ohhhhhhhh!"

But whatever, they did an okay job. Mind you, it might have something to do with the fact I was hovering over them to make sure they did do a good job. Really though, it was because I wanted to use their bobcat.

I, uhhh...don't think I'm ready for a foursome just yet

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Now I'm doing an overtime food course tonight, all so I can buy the pigs I'll be a roasting. No pain, no (weight)gain

Win, Lose Or Crap

So Sanju, Jeanne and Orlando (dubbed OrJea by Sanju...hilarity I tell you) came over today. Good times as always, and this time the board game we played was "Pictionary", boys vs. girls.

And the girls demolished us.

They're just lucky we didn't play Ultimate Fighting Championship. Then they wouldn't have been so smug.

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Bought beer and alcohol for the Canada Day Luau. I'm so glad Sharon and I don't drink alcohol. Do you know how expensive that habit would be? Crazy!

The Great Slo-Pitch Experiment of 2009

So Gil asked me to join his team today cause they needed an extra player. I haven't exactly played in, like, 3 years.

The first game was supposed to be at 10:30am, and the team didn't show up. We win! By default! My kind of game.

The second game was supposed to start at 3:00pm, but was delayed until 4:10pm. With the hot sun, I already felt drained.

They stuck me outfield. Did I mention that I only played infield when I actually did play years ago, because I'm horrible at tracking down fly balls? But guess what: I actually caught like 4 balls without making an error. I would like to think of that as a victory.

I would like to think of the following as a defeat, however: I didn't record a hit. In fact, I hit 0 for 5, with five pop-outs (but two sacrifice flies). Oh, and I even broke their star player's favourite aluminum bat by accident. Of course I did.

And in the end? Yup...I'm sore because I'm using muscles I don't normally use.

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So to celebrate (and to celebrate Father's Day), we went to Montana's where I promptly gluttoned myself with ribs and wings. I really have to stop gorging myself on weekends.

Oh, and of course my Dad said something inadvertently funny again: upon discussing one of Gil's friend's kid who apparently is very hyper and active, my Dad made a medical diagnosis on the child (even though I don't think he actually saw the kid). "I think he has autism". I asked him why he would think that. He said, "I don't know. Okay, maybe he has Tourette's then." Apparently having a hyperactive child means that there has to be a problem with the child then, as opposed to them being normal

Dreary

Well this day turned out pretty dreary. Sure I started painting the door casings (finally), but after that it turned into a layzfest. To the point I watched "Enemy at the Gates" on TV.

There goes being productive.

And tomorrow won't be any better. Gil asked me to play with his slo-pitch team for two games. I hope I don't pull my groin or anything

Maybe I Don't Know How To Drive

Well this sucks.

Crap.

I was backing up Sharon's car from the garage when the side mirror clipped the garage frame. The mirror promptly broke.

Crap.

I knew something like this would happen. I always told Sharon I was a good driver (which I thought I was). And now...she has something to hold over my head.

Crapcrapcrap.

Just puts a capper on this crappy day.

Sorry Love

Terrorist Drivers License

So in order to drive to Italy, I had to get an "International Drivers License". For the low price of $15 plus a passport photo, I got something that looks...homemade. Damn you CAA!

According to Sharon, the photo I put in the license makes me look like a terrorist. Maybe it has something to do with my awesome goatee (aka. pathetic attempt at facial hair).

Which reminds me: one of the more awkward things in life is taking a photo at one of those public photo booths -- while someone is waiting. And then waiting for the picture to develop. Seriously. It's like I was having a good time in the mall and I wanted to commemorate the occasion like four-12 year old girls do by taking a photo. Except I was by myself. Always a good time

Weather Pressure

So sometimes when I'm teaching I get home early. When the weather is really nice (like today), I feel like I have to do something outside. Something...productive.

I can't take this pressure!

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Best of luck to Kiri...I'll be thinking about her on June 23

My Dad Is Funny Pt. 73

So my Dad just had eye surgery for his cataracts. His Doctor told him he is not allowed to drive.

Today while driving him around for his errands, I asked him if he could see properly. He told me, "yes" and proceeded to prove it to me. How? By covering his good eye and reading off signs.

That he already knows what they say.

For example, "3-1-4". "B-u-r-n-h-a-m-t-h-o-r-p-e". "W-e-b-b".

I was tempted to drive to a Chinese store and ask him if he knew what the sign said

CharDAMMIT

You know what's frustrating? Buying two 18lbs. bags of charcoal two weeks ago for 2 for $10, then finding out today when you're going to buy four more that they are now $14.99 each. wtf?!?

And the worst is it's a product that you're literally burning up your money for.

You burned me for the last time...I'll get you dagnabit!

It's just as frustrating as seeing a hotel rate in Venice, Italy yesterday being $30 cheaper than when I was ready to book it today. I hate being ripped off (or rather, missing out on deals).

So to work off my frustrations, I went for a nice jog today (the first time since I went jogging in Central Park). These new orthotics are golden I say, golden

Officiale!

We're going to Italy!

If I Had More Money...

...I would just pay a damn vacation planner to plan our trip to Italy. All this stress trying to plan it almost makes it seem like we need a vacation from planning it (if that makes sense)

Slow Food

So as I speak, I am using the fire pit for the first time roasting a chicken. This is truly the epitome of slow food (I predict this will take at least another 1.5 hrs). The only thing that would make this more exciting? If the damn mosquitos went away

Grrrrrrreat!

So the first part of our driveway/porch reno is done, and it looks oh la la. Can't wait for the pavement to be completed to finish it off.

Yee-uh!

Rain In The Ah...Camon

So I was supposed to test run the fire pit today with a couple of chickens.

Wouldn't you know it began to rain. Crap. Ah well...rotisseried them on my other bbq. I hope tomorrow the weather will co-operate.

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Was looking into booking Italy flights today, ended up booking Calgary. The year of vacations continues!

Well This Is A Novel Idea

Working from home!  Why didn't I do this before?

(oh right, prolly because I'm working in front of the TV and it's not really boding well for the, you know, productivity and all)

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Exciting times!  The landscaping/porch/driveway/walkway project has officially started today

The Worst Meeting Ever

In the sense that I was this close to stabbing my eyes out with my pen.

I'm thinking changes.

Oh, not really "I need to make changes", more like "why can't there be changes in the sense that certain people can't be fired?"  Jeez, no wonder the majority of society doesn't like government workers

SouvliYummy

So we went to watch Angels and Demons this morning.  Going in not reading the book, I thought it was an okay movie; one of those, "just when you thought it was over -- *there's a twist!*"  But really, it was okay.

But what was even better was the lunch we had afterwards.  There really wasn't any places to eat around there (I don't consider Subway a place to eat unless it was a dire emergency), so we settled on Souvlaki Hut.  Fearing it was going to be like the way-less-than-mediocre Mr. Greek, we ordered from there because Sharon had to go to karate class and there really was no other place to go.

Let me tell you though:  it could quite possibly have been the best lamb dinner (lunch) I've ever had!  The meat was tender, the tzaziki was perfect, the salad was dressed just right, and the pitas were DAMN.  And then the "honey stix" dessert just made this meal even more memorable.

I would've never guess a place like that would make a really good meal (I was likening it to a mall fast food joint at first).  Needless to say, it's a return visit for sure, although I fear I may be overhyping it and then be disappointed the next time.  But whateves, as long as the memory of this meal lingers in my mind...

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And now, I am going to my parents place to pick up the roasting stick for my fire pit...yee-uh

Playin' To Exhaustion

So I had a day off today, and decided to spend some time in the gym playing basketball.  For two hours straight.  Which, after not really spending any time in the gym for a week, felt like four hours.  My thighs hurt, and it didn't help my orthotics were hurting my feet.

Thus, I also got my orthotics fixed and resurfaced with a fancy, new spandex material.  I'm hoping it's gonna help my basketball game for this Sunday, where after a month the league I'm in finally has another game.  Right

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Why does growing older also mean losing touch with your friends?  I mean, I have my best friend of course, but we see each other because we have no choice (we're married, after all).  But I guess as people get older, they tend to have different priorities and everyone just gets so busy.  It would be nice to hang out with, ummm, people more than occasionally.  Or it would be nice if it didn't feel like I was always the one calling them (or maybe I should take a hint...lol).

Maybe I need a dog.  Or a motorcycle!  But whateves...can't wait till Miami next month

What Happens When You Don't Go To The Gym For A Week?

I just found out today: you feel like a creaky, sore old man. My back is quite the aching now. I suppose it didn't help this past week that I've been eating like it's Jason circa-2001 or something

Bad Dream?

Blame it on the hot-hothot-hot-hot-hothotDOG, Blame it on the hot-hothot-hot-hot-hothotDOG.

Dammit

Okay! Blue (Me)s! Let's! Play! Ball!

So I went to the Jays game today with the workmates (Clavo, Dre, Duke, Ralphy, Pareshy and Clemens) for the first time in what must have been 15 years.  Good times!  It was great to see Doc play at his finest, and even better to actually see a home run in person (even if it was from crappy Alexis "Cheer" Rios).

Sure we were sitting the second row from the top, but we were right behind the plate.  Oh, and the tickets were only $5.  Oh, and the hot dogs were only $1 each.  Oh, and I ate four.  Oh, and I haven't been going to the gym because I'm still in pain, especially during eating the aforementioned four hot dogs.  Oh.  That's right, oh.

And now, I go home to an empty home.  My wife has left me.  For two days, as she's in Toronto for a business meeting.  Partay?  Right