Why would anyone voluntarily water ski?

I decided to head up to the ol' cottage for the long weekend after a stressful week of work...and a stressful month overall.

It turned out a be a pretty good decision. I was able to hang out with some family I haven't seen in eons, read for hours on end and was able to see my mother ( who rarely drinks) realatively intoxicado.

The last day I was there I decided to do some well deserved knee-boarding, tubing and I figured that while I was at it, why not throw some water-skiing into the mix.

Well let me tell you that after about four years of not even looking at a water ski, I remeber why I decided to forget the sport all together. When you fall (because it is going to happen) depending on your speed and terminal velocity at time of impact one of three things ( or all of them) will occur.
#1- you will most probably lose your shorts and/or bathing suit bottoms
#2-you will have your eye lids sucked back to the bottom of the lake given you an appearance of someone who is REALLY surprised
#3- you will experience the unfortunate feeling of an elderly man recieving his first enema. (copious amounts of water being shot up your nether regions and a rediculous speed).

This is not fun...sure once you actually make it to a standing (or slightly hunched over) position it is kinda fun. You think you look pretty cool and can weave back and forth over the wake that is created by the boat.

Falling as i've described in gruesome detail above aint so much fun.

After falling...(yes you get over the inital shock and unfortunateness of many people witnessing your demise) you get to experience the pain for days to come. I awoke this morning and I had (still have) pain in areas of my body I forgot existed. I am unable to walk up any number of stairs....unable to bend over to retrive something from the bottom of the fridge, and cannot sit comfortably ANYWHERE!

So, my advice for all of you would-be water skiers...give it a whirl but be prepaired for the ill affects that will haunt you for three days or so after your olympic water skiing attempts....

Have fun bloggers...i'm going to go and ice my ass!

My Little Birdie

So most of the people who regularly read this blog will know that a member of my family (my pet bird pogo) died recently.

It's not the best picture I have of her, but I figure I would put it up anways because it's a pretty cute picture.

You know, I can't believe how supportive and "uber" cool my friends have during, during probably one of the most depressive times of my life.

I know that your thinking that it's just a bird...

but really she was way more than a bird...she would walk out of my bedroom into the kitchen just to get some piece of food ( usually meat, or spaghetti), she loved coke (only in the can) and would attack anyone who she felt might steal her eggs...or mirror or febreeze bottle that she liked to chew.

It's nuts what people (myself included) do for their animals....after she got sick in may I was told to keep her warm when I brought her home...so (much to pogo's dismay) I crammed her into my bed and would sleep beside her, for like 2 weeks.... It worked though she did get better.

I miss her so much and swear that I can still hear her walking around my appartment... I thought I would just share a little of the bird that I loved and was lucky enough to have for an all to short 14yrs....

Some neat illustrations found during a brief moment of boredum...whilst at work

The joys of a looong weekend

So, although I couldn't head down south to the picture below, i've just returned from four days of sunny/overcast days in the Haliburton Highlands where I have a cottage.

A beauty long weekend....full of booze, boating and benevolence. Everything beginning with B anyway.

The long weekend is usually pretty relaxing until the ride home. I was initially planning on leaving early Monday morning, however giving it some thought I realized that everyone and there pooch would be heading home around the same time. So me being the inventive type I decided to leave late on Sunday night. Well apparently I'm not nearly as inventive as I once thought because a trip that usually takes about 3 hours took nearly 4....and I took the 407 ( the expensive highway that is faster).

Seriously why? Once there are more that 10 cars on the highway people forget the basic rules of the road.

Numero uno- the fast lane is for drivers driving fast.... not drivers driving under the speed limit with a trailer and forty bikes on the back of there wayward caravan. RIDICULOUS!

Numbero dose- there is no need for excessive break usage. There was this person in front of me that would break every time that he or she ( I couldn't tell if this person was male of female because as soon as the chance presented itself I blew past them @ 180km) thought that the car 2 miles in front of them might on the off chance stop!

Oh well, I'm home and learned a valuable lesson that if I am going to head home I either have to leave at 3 am or take the dirt roads home, not the major highways.

All said I did have a pretty damn good weekend. Just relaxed and totally forgot about the bogosity that sometimes occurs at work....okay that always occurs at work!