Maybe They Needed More Guys?

Waking up on a Monday...gogogogogogo.

Especially hard considering what we ate yesterday for lunch:  Five Guys Burgers and Fries.  I was expecting it to be like my experience I had the time I had it in the US; which was namely tasty and yummy.

Instead, what I got was a bland burger.  The fries were good and plentiful, but the place ran out of malt vinegar and had no fork (I don't like vinegary fingers, especially if it's not malt-vinegary).  This was all documented by my wife, who had great fun teasing me as she witnessed (verbally) my stages of excitement and happiness to disappointment and "meh".  It's especially telling since she really enjoyed the experience.  But of course.

I'll have to try it one more time before I write it off.

In the meantime, I should go for a jog or something (most likely "something")

Hey Gurl Whass Yo Numba?

So we went to Rye's 29th Birthday Celebration last night.  It was at the Absolute Condo's party room, which was pretty hip as the youngster's say.

I totally would've picked up girls last night if:

-there was a ratio better than 1 girl:4 guys (sausage what)

-I drank as much as they did (if I drank at all what)

-I wasn't wearing boots (to hide my white socks what)

-I, umm...actually had game (not saying stuff like the title of this post what)

-I wasn't with my pregnant wife (or, you know, I wasn't married what)

Last time we "party" before the baby comes!

(Been doing this thing where I keep saying, "this is the last time I (insert what I did) before the baby comes!".  For example, "this is the last time I get a haircut before the baby comes!" or "this is the last time I clean my car before the baby comes!" or "this is the last time I make crappy pad thai before the baby comes!")

What Is Flat But Still Awesome?

The flatbread at Subway Sandwiches.  Damn good.

I know it's not a healthier option than their regular bread, but yeah, I can eat this bread by itself.  The only thing Subway has to do now is figure out a way to make Donairs at their places.  Then I would be there every week.

Maybe it's not such a good idea

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Smile

Friday Friday Partying Partying Fun Fun Fun

Yeah, this is a pretty ridiculous song that is about to be played out by next week I would imagine:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CD2LRROpph0

But still, I got in while it was still cool.  And I am glad it is Friday.  Weekend what!

Went to Tutti Fruitti (yes, really, that's the name) with Lauri, Row and Joolias.  It was quite good, and while I don't normally like French Toast, I wanted to certainly french this toast (bad visual, but seriously, it was damn good).  Now for a light dinner...

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Stay Amazing

It's Teasing Me...

...I feel it:  spring is near.  Good weather today, which got my shed dreams flowing again.  Uh-oh...might be hard though with a kid around here.  But whateves, I can dream.

For instance, I was dreaming today while I was in my "Crime Prevention" course.  The instructor reminded me of a Ron Howard (he even said it himself) and he wasn't, well, all that interesting.  And the material was pretty basic.  And it was a two day course.  I shouldn't complain though, because it was free and if there was anything I learned, it is that I have to replace some hardware for my doors.  Will be done, pronto.

We also went to our last class of Le Leche League.  What did I learn?  BREASTMILK SAVES ALL.  FORMULA SAVES NO ONE.  At least I think that's what they want us to believe.

Glad tomorrow is Friday, what

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Stay Strong

I'm A Crime Fighter

Ummm, not really.  I am in the middle of taking a two-day "Crime Prevention Academy" course.  So far a lot of the stuff is quite logical.  The hardest part of the day?  Trying my damn hardest to stay awake.

Yet another sign I don't think I'm ever ready to go back to school.

Also went to the airport to pick up the in-laws.  Question I pondered while I was there, standing among the masses of people waiting for their people who was traveling:  I understand that travelers have the potential to stink because they've been on a plane for a long time; what, then, is the excuse of the people waiting for them?

Seriously now.

(A thought just came to my mind:  what if I actually stunk myself?  crap.  I doubt it, but I also wouldn't doubt that I stink now because of those people)

"And Here Is The Room...

...where your wife will be in intense, agonizing pain.  But in the end, you get a baby!"

Went for a hospital tour today.  That was not actually said, but nevertheless, what I thought.

It's gonna be a happenin' soon!  (yikes)

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Last ball game of the season (consolation, not playing for a real victory or anything).

By next season, I'm gonna do the whole stereotypical "I'm playin' for my son/daughter!"

And I'll most likely be very tired

I Won!!! (What Though, Really?)

So an ADT alarm salesperson called me saying that I had won a system from the Home Show we went to (silly me entering a "contest" like that).

The salesperson had me going, and gave me the details of what I had won.  I told him I would contact him back if we were interested.

Then I did my "sleuthing" and found exactly what I thought:  yeah, I didn't really win anything.  It's the same promotion if I just signed up regularly.

But at least I had those few moments of feeling like I won something free

Up And At 'Em, Hour Early Edition

The time changes are always the worst when you lose an hour sleep.  Of course it doesn't help when you go to bed late, instead of trying to sleep earlier.

But it was worth it...when else am I going to surf the net?  (don't answer that; I already know I have this addiction problem with it)

Anywho:  gogogogogogogogogo

I Want To Adjust

So we watched The Adjustment Bureau this morning...pretty good movie.  That Matt Damon, he's so dreamy with his perfect teeth (in all his movies, he always has those teeth).

I wonder if my life's path has already been determined.  I guess I've been lucky thus far; who knows what the future holds.  I just have to remember to turn the doorknobs counterclockwise if I want it to change?

Either way, the day did bring us to Ikea for lunch.  I don't know what it is with Swedes and meatballs.  I'm assuming they taste much better homemade, because the ones from Ikea made me feel bloated

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The Tabico Family All-Stars came for dinner last night with Little Chloe.  We can only hope our child is as well-behaved as she is.

Fourth time's a charm?  Finally I cooked a half-decent Pad Thai.  But something was still missing...gotta go for lucky fifth

My Father Is Funny Pt. 43

Went to my parents house for dinner this evening.  Baby boy X was there; I love that kid.

Received good news there as well...we can't wait.

So my Dad was on the laptop when he says to Con:  "Con, want me to hook you up with this girl?"

(wtf?  Is my Dad a pimp now or something?)

And of course my Mother had a moment as well.  After hearing Xavier yell out his baby-talk, she asks him, "what is that?  Are you the Hulk?"

Nesting

According to Kathie, only mother's are supposed to display this nesting instinct.

So then why do I have this urge to make sure eveything in the house is clean and perfect and done before the baby comes?

Unfortunately, my laziness overrides this urge.

I never feel productive enough on my day's off.  But I swear, I have to decompress from the hecticness of work and whatnot.

I'm such a government worker.  Yikes

Okay Yeah, Maybe I Don't Knee-d To Do This

This week alone, I went to the gym in the morning and played ball in the evening three different days.

I just came back from playing ball at the horrible concrete-floored police station (better than nothing) and my knees are wrecked.  Haven't felt this kind of creaking pain before, so I'm icing it down.

I guess I'll just give in and sleep in tomorrow instead of playing ball and going to the gym (day off what).

Sigh

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Went to a La Leche League (cool name) breastfeeding class with Sharon today.  I missed the first class last week because we didn't know Father's were also supposed to be there (oops).

So today when we were doing introductions, they asked us to say our names and what we learned from last week.  When it was my turn, the instructors giggled and said, "oh, you weren't here last week!"

I responded:  "Hi my name is Jason.  I'm sorry I wasn't here last week...I was out buying Formula for our baby"

The look on their faces (and Sharon's) made it all the worth while.  Yes, I really am this embarrassing even out in public.  But it did garner a few chuckles (even if they were at me and not with me.  Whatever).

(As some people know, these breastfeeding groups are like a cult...if you heaven-forbid feed your baby Formula, you're not a good parent.  But I won't get into that)

U Of G(ee I Wonder)

Went to a seminar this morning in Guelph.  Wonder how different my life would've turned out if I ended up going there for University like I originally planned?

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One of my favourite all time foods?  KFC gravy.  Had the poutine for dinner today.  Yeah.  BUT, I plan on playing ball tomorrow twice again.  So really, I needed the energy.

Right


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Note to self:  don't be retarded

Getting It All In There

So I guess I'm trying to fit in as much basketball as I can before the kiddo comes along.  I act like I'll have absolutely no time anymore...lol

(obviously I'll just have no sleep.  But enough when I'm dead, right?)

Game tonight and I'll attempt to play again tomorrow morning.  I must hate my knees or something

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The Hall & Oates appreciation continues as I heard this song earlier today:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0YX6Jgq7Ng

Sing it perm boys...sing it

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Note to self:  it's different now

It's Like New Feet

Well, sort of.  Getting my orthotics adjusted really does wonders for not getting blisters.

So I promptly did what I usually do:  I overdid it.

Jogged for 23 minutes in the morning (I'm dead in May), and played ball in the evening (I'm dead tomorrow).

I really hope my knees hold up

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Note to self:  try to remember

Trim It

Spent the day doing the World's Most Unnecessarily Fancy Closet™.  It's looking eh, but at least it's getting done.  I surprised myself doing the trim in that I didn't waste (too) much extra wood.  I would like to say I'm getting better at it, but really, I have to thank Youtube on this one.

Weekends just fly be so fast nowadays.  Just realized in just a few short weeks, it's never going to be the same...yikes

My Father Is Funny Pt. 42

So we went to Dennis and Tracy's baby shower today in their condo party room.  There was a pool table there.  I played against my Father, who proclaimed that he was a "hustler in his University days".

Surprisingly, he was pretty good (surprisingly because he usually boasts about something but is really just kidding about it).

My Father also partook in some trash talking while I was playing against him.  This is what he said after hitting a ball in and the cue ball landing in the general vicinity of where he wanted it to be:  "Now that's placement" (much to the confusion of me and Con, as we weren't quite sure what he was saying at first).

Then when he was about 3 balls away from winning, he laid this one out:  "Signed, Sealed, Delivered".  Wow.  I think to him, I just got served.

Speaking of served, we went to the food area, and they had plenty of cheeses out and I was serving some of it to my Dad and Con.  Con joked, "yeah, I don't know what all these cheeses are, maybe we should just stick to what we know" (pointing to the Babybel).

My Dad then looks at one of the cheeses and says to us, "What, you don't know what this one is?  That's BRY...give me some of that BRY...it's good".

Brie.

My Dad did a lot of teaching to his sons today, apparently

Damn Jammies Again

Hate it when I get my thumb jambed playing basketball.  Hurts a something fierce

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Love Fridays

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Seriously, I seem to be procrastinating on everything.  It's always been the case whenever I have something important coming up ahead of me (ex. homework assignment, exam, baby).

Gotta get up and just go.  No excuses

Shorts Sighted

Dangit, it happened again.

This time, "it" happened to be me going to the gym in the morning and realizing I forgot to put a pair of shorts in my gym bag.  I seriously contemplating and thinking about if the people would notice I was in my underwear if I left the changeroom.

At least I had a nice steam/whirlpool soak.  But I was still steaming with myself for forgetting it.

But good news, Ron just messaged me and said a basketball run would be happening at the police station at 9pm...I think I better get on it