Mo' Reh All

Going today...au revoir!

Bathroom Happiness

So our bathroom reno is coming quite along...and I didn't have to do a thing (well, except get broke). Can't wait for it to be completely done

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Going to Montreal tomorrow for Ian's stag pt. 1 (not going to pt. 2 which involves whurres). Schwartzie's, here I come to eat you!

Kee-YEOW

So my wife had a karate injury to her thumb.

I had a similar one once...changing the channel on the TV remote.

As a result, she can't really grasp anything with it (there's a joke somewhere in there, but for the sake of not exposing myself as a pervert, we'll just stop it right here)

Cut!

So another year of my "acting talents" has been completed (albeit for work). It was fun, and performing in front of 600 people always leaves me feeling somewhat accomplished. I always say "never again" but who am I kidding...I think I actually enjoy it.

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Yep, it was a plumbing mistake and it's been rectified. The bathroom is coming along, and if I wasn't so dang lazy I would post all the before/after pics. We'll see.

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I am starting work at York Region tomorrow. Traffic here I come

Renoriffic

So the renos for the bathroom officially started...and looks like there is a plumbing issue already. I'm sure he will rectify it by tomorrow.

Tomorrow being Staff Day at work. I somehow got myself involved with the skit again. Performing as a munchkin in front of 600 people. Seriously...

Suckatash

I hate it when my weekends are short (at least when it feels short).

Yesterday was a long day though; worked my annual overtime shift for the Water Festival and it was nutso. Still, though, it's a pretty easy way to make overtime money.

We then had our dispadeedaa party for Team Beevy. BBQ and karoke; nothing better.

More and more friends leaving...that's life I guess

Another Reminder Of Hobbes

So I just came from my parents house, where some family friends came from Calgary. My (quasi-)cousin Angel was there. She's now 14 years old. She used to be babysat by my Lola when she was three.

Hobbes used to always tackle her. She's now a dee-laa-gaa.

And to top it off, the animal shelter sent my parents a "memorial letter" of Hobbes recently.

Oh yeah, and a family friend just had a cute baby, and we were all holding her. If Hobbes was alive? Utter jealousy and would end up breaking/ripping something in our house to show her anger.

I miss my doggy.

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Water Festival time tomorrow...otherwise known as easy overtime. Yee-uh

Salamin(imum Distance: 200km)

So I went to get a new pair of glasses...in Markham.

Don't ask me why, although I think it was worth the drive because they had nice frames as opposed to the selection around here. It doesn't hurt that it turned out to be like $150 cheaper than places here.

The only problem now? I have to drive back to pick them up

Nerve-os

I swear I pinched a nerve by my left shoulder. Hurts like a heck

Hair We Go Again...

...hey, it beats a title like "Hair Today, Gone...ummm...Today".

So as you might have guessed it, 7 months of growing hair all gone in one (or dozens more) swoops of a shaver.

Feels great, if not cold (again). And now, for the attention whore-like explainin' to do tomorrow at work

Great Day Of Nothing

-Pacific Mall with Arvin. Bubble tea, fresh made noodle soup, pirated DeeBeeDees

-watched Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe at home with my wife

-watched Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian at the theatres with my wife

-next thing I know, my longer-long weekend is completed. Back to reality tomorrow...sigh

Thanks Victoria, Thy Majesty

For your day. It made my long weekend even longer. Although, at this point, the question arises: almost over already?

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Writing "Thy Majesty" made me think that I haven't been being a good Catholic lately. Haven't been to Church for a while.

This weeks excuse? Sharon's sick and I feel like I'm getting there. Horrible!

Obligatory "I'm Dying" Pic:

From this year's 10km race, anyway.

Yes, people with that kind of hair run too

So That's What It's Like...

Dave and Heather and their two kids (aged 2.5 and 8 months) came over today.

I don't think our house is ready to have kids.

I don't know if we are ready to have kids.

Yet

Prismal?

So I had my eye appointment today, and I find out that I may have...a lazy eye. D'oh! Karma coming back at me (that is, all those years making fun of people blinder than me and all those years making fun of Arvin's retarded eyes). It's not that bad, but I'll know in 6 months if I need a prism prescription.

But at least I get to get a new pair of glasses...a little thicker, but what can you do?

Tomorrow!

It starts...the renovation on my new "luxury" master ensuite. Let's hope it turns out good

No 'Mo Drama

So the second (much less successful) season of soccer has come to a close, and how. We were moved up a notch to a more competitive division, and only ended up winning one game. On top of that, we just played the last game against a completely classless team, where a bunch of teammates of mine were close to fighting.

In other words: damn I'm glad it's over.

The game itself is fun, but that's the thing I never lose sight of: it's a game. Some people take it way too seriously. Obviously, I'm not one of them. I have a lot of other great things going on in my life.

So the next session would seem to be in the fall...let's see if I'm up for it again. Rather, let's see if they ask me to be on the team again...lol

That Was Iron, Man

Great movie.

Can't wait for the next Batman movie

12 Seconds?!?!?!?!?!?!?

So, if I ran all out for 13 seconds near the end of my annual Mississauga Marathon 10km race, I would've beaten the evasive 50 minute mark and gotten into the long sought-after 49 minute range. And all on NO training whatsoever! (okay, well, maybe I shouldn't be so upset. No training = best time ever. Therefore, don't ever train).

Good news: my body is not broken down like I thought it would be. I guess basketball, soccer and my improved diet is really working.

Bad news: I'll have to wait a year to try to get into the 49-minute mark.

Surprising news: I beat Arvin by six seconds! What the hell? He did profess to getting fatter in the past year (and he also did not train), so I guess it's not so much that I beat him but he beat himself. But I still crossed the finish line before him. Thus? I get the ultimate "come back" for at least the rest of the year. Score!

Goodbye, My Love

RIP Hobbes

May 20, 1995 - May 9, 2008

I'll love you forever. Say "hi" to Lola for me

Coming To Terms

With the fact that my doggy is not gonna be here anymore.

My dog; she of the sungit variety and hardheadedness.

My dog; who refused to be like a typical dog.

My dog; who stank because she never liked to be cleaned.

My dog; the beautiful creature whose howls were the most beautiful howls I've ever heard.

My dog; she who curled up in the middle of the couch in front of dozens of people as my Lola was opening all her gifts from her 80th birthday, refusing to be left out of the party.

My dog; she who fought with any and all dogs, just because.

My dog; the one who attacked a skunk, just because.

My dog; the one who swallowed a luggage lock because she didn't want my Mom to travel to the Philippines, only to barf if up as she was leaving the door towards the airplane.

My dog; the humperer, despite the fact she was a she.

My dog; the one who never showed her love back to us (perhaps that's why we loved her even more?).

My dog; she who always became super jealous and enraged whenever one of us was holding a baby.

My dog; the socially-retarded one.

My dog; the one who we saved from an apartment-life, who was rail-thin when we got her, and who went on to live 12 happy (at least, I would think) years.

My dog...sigh...my dog

Oh Hobbeszie Girl

Screwed up blogger at home; can't blog properly.

On top of that, I think the end is near for my dog. I think I'm pretty sad

New Car!

I got a new car...well, not really. I got a new clutch, and now it feels like a new car.

I give it about another two months. Before I need to replace it again.