Par for the Course

Taking a break from typing...to type something else...

I love days like today. Give me rain and a breezy day over 30 degree weather anytime.

I figured that since my thesis was progressing, why not stall that progress and take some time off? That's what I've done for the past few days. I golfed with more success than usual over that span of time, and I've already worked my shifts at Extra Foods for the week. So does this mean I should be typing during the Labour Day weekend? I'd like to be half-done EVERYTHING by then, so I suppose I should...but football takes precedent ;)

Despite the title, I took in a great movie with Ashley and Rhiannon Tuesday night called Little Miss Sunshine. It had Steve Carell in it, so I had to see it. Beautifully done satire about children's beauty paegeants and the imperfections of one such family that has a kid entered in it. I highly recommend this flick. I was fully prepared to see Snakes on a Plane before I heard about this one.

Paid a visit to Dana and Zach yesterday before work, with a gift in tow for their newborn Oliver. I thought to myself: if I was a baby today, what would I want to wear? A track suit with a football on it, most definitely. I also got to experience a first: holding a baby. I was in awe of what I was holding; his head was no bigger than my hand, his hand no bigger than my pinkie. And he didn't throw up on my new jersey, which was an added plus!

I purchased a kicking tee the other day. I want to see if I have adequate game left in me to see whether or not I should sign myself up for this Kick for a Million CFL contest. If chosen, I don't want to make an ass-clown out of myself on national TV, so I should probably practice ;)

OK, time to put the boots to Chapter 2 once and for all.

So, how about those (insert name here)'s?

Hmmm...I've been using a keyboard non-stop for the last 2 weeks or so, yet haven't found the time to update th' ol' bl'g. Since I've written all I can about the 1947 Citizenship Act for one day, I will now use my keyboard for good instead of evil...relatively speaking. The Citizenship Act are swell folks, really they are. I just need some personal time with the keyboard, mmkay?

So now I'm 1/3 done my thesis page-wise (if we abide by the minimum, which I most certainly am doing)...and will be 1/2 done chapter-wise in a week or so. Notice the fractions becoming ever more favourable as the posts progress! Apparently my paper is "taking shape", according to sources very much familiar with the project (LOL)

I just noticed that my "My Life Savings Jar" in my room is filling over the lid. Normally one would be overjoyed at that prospect and actively seek early retirement options, but really it's a bad thing because I have no place for my crappy loose change. I hereby request another "My Life Savings Jar" for Christmas. I'm that short on ideas for Christmas, people.

I can't believe that the new Audioslave album hasn't been leaked onto the internet yet. I'm going to buy it anyway, but dammit I want to hear it ASAP!

So I tripped last week...through a table with ceramic tiles and drove my shin right through one of said tiles, resulting in quite the gash...no stitches required though. It may in fact be the coolest scar I've ever had, but it lacks a story with a memorable "hook". I can tell such a story though from Grade 5. I was rounding third base, attempting to score...when I was blindsided by a swinging ALUMINUM baseball bat from the on-deck circle in the FACE. Apparently I had ventured well out of the baseline, possibly because I was watching the incoming throw from the outfield, and pssibly because the basepath was being blocked by the catcher. I remember tumbling to the ground, in disbelief of what had just happened. My glasses were driven right into my eyebrow, creating a semi-circle gash around my eye. Those glasses were of the flexible variety, so they were (gasp) fine. I remember the first question I asked: "Was I safe at home plate" I was not. It was then that I burst into tears...not because of the pain, but because it was all in vain ;)

I'm going to take it upon myself in the coming weeks to prove or disprove the theory that "chicks dig scars". This particular party trick could be with me for awhile ;)

My day in Dalmeny, and other things too

On Saturday I went to Dalmeny to attend the wedding of Heidi Zacharias and Carlos Estrada. They're good people, although I told Carlos that he should've scheduled the wedding on a day when the Riders WEREN'T playing. Colin and I both thought a few of the men (emotional Latinos especially) in the wedding party would cry, but they didn't. Had a good time meeting up with people I haven't seen in a long time, and took a bit of a drive around the town to see what's going on. I didn't make it back to our old house despite it being a block away, but apparently it looks quite different from accounts I've heard. The wood fence repalced with chain-link, and the big bushes in the back have been cut down. I guess privacy is ovverated?

We did, however, go to the Dalmeny Family Restaurant before the reception...I'm guessing Friends sued to gain back control over the Central Perk name. I must say, I've never heard of a Meattine before, supposedly a meatier version of a poutine. I passed and went with mozza sticks. I have no regrets.

Obligatory thesis update: 1/4 done, 1/2 done in 2 weeks or so.

Been thinking of trying something that is defintiely out of my comfort zone over the last few days...but I'll keep the specifics to myself ;)

The long weekend has allowed me to catch up on books I've been meaning to read for some time now. Bill Maher's "New Rules: Polite Musings from a Timid Observer" is taylor-made for readers with short attentions spans; it's funny and has a lot of pictures. For each letter of the alphabet, Maher comes up with new rules he'd like to see implemeted in society, or has witty comebacks for current trends. This one is my favourite thus far:
INKY DINKY DON'T
"Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it, it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your ass and it translates to "Beef with Broccoli". The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant."

So apparently the Rolling Stones are playing in Regina? Since this is the first I've heard of this (rolling eyes), I wonder if I should pick up a pair of tickets and sell them on Ebay for Riders season tickets and a Playstation 3.

I work tomorrow morning. It must be an error because I thought I was too expensive to work on holidays, but I'll go in anyway.

Looking forward to the 1st day of the Ex on Tuesday: Trews, Theory of a Deadman, spudnuts, some light walking, and outta there. And I'm outta here now.