Cutest Shakers Ever!

Batteries & Beefaroni

I didn't feel like sitting around the court today. Surprising, I know. Neither did any of my coworkers. It seemed the general concensus was to walk around as close to comatose as we could manage and fill the void with more senseless chatter than usual as the clock ticked away too slowly. It was almost painful.
So we missed the rapture on May 21, and just as I was getting excited about my Apocalypse Party under the sea in what used to be California again I read a headline today that said the preacher who started all this hoopla was off by 5 months. Diarize the rapture for October 21. This preacher is from California, so I'll forgive him this one. Day by day I'm less surprised by California. I've become desensitized. I can only imagine that any money generated by this May 21 prediction made it worthwhile to try again in 5 months. Don't worry, October. I'll throw you a party, too.
I wonder how many people were actually afraid. I can't help it. Did you spend your long weekend building and stocking an underground bomb shelter in your backyard? Did anyone sleep over at the Church in hopes of demonstrating a final, if not first, leap of faith? Has anyone seen reports of battery and Beefaroni. sales skyrocketting on Friday night? I'm asking because I'm curious. Believe it or not, there isn't much I follow too closely.
Great. Now I'm craving Beefaroni.
What I know of the news I know mostly by chance. For example, I would not have known that the vice speaker of the house choked someone out in the Ukrainian parliament last week had it not been specifically mentioned to me. Thanks to Youtube I got to watch it. Oy. That's all I can say. Oy. I hope those politicians don't take themselves too seriously.
I'm sitting on the train right now. Someone is having a little gastric discomfort in my general vicinity. I can't wait to get home.

Mr. Northern Lights

Mr. Northern Lights, we're at the cottage having wine on the deck with your dad. Thinking of you, bro. Wish you were here!

Judgment Day is a Disappointment. Happy Birthday Dula

It's 5:30 pm on Judgment Day and we're still sipping wine on the deck here. We have yet to receive our judgments, and I'm somewhat disappointed that the worst I've seen today is the unfortunate demise of several bugs on my windshield. At least all of a sudden it's summer. It's also Dula's birthday today, so if the Apocalypse is coming it should probably hit before cake and coffee or I'll be pretty sore.
I wonder who actually made money on this Judgment Day stuff, anyway. I mean, besides the newspapers.
I'm spending this weekend relaxing and planning my next step. Next week will be a big one, and this summer will be busy. There's a big picture to worry about, and time just keeps running whether I move along or not. One foot in front of the other, and the only true reality right now is that I'm here and my legs are moving. I don't want to give too much away, but that holds more relevance right now than any othet analogy I could give.

This "tree house" was built for us kids a million years ago. I'm going to turn it into am outdoor gym this summer.

Judgment Day

Word on the street is that tomorrow, May 21, 2011, is Judgment Day.  My guess is that this will appease all those who just plain can't wait for the big 2010 Apocalypse Party under the ocean in what used to be California. Good thing, too. Why panic tomorrow if we could get all the mayhem rolling today?
In the meantime, it's a Friday before a long weekend and I file legal documents in the busiest "civil" court in the country, and every crooked lawyer in town thinks he's closing up shop early. Pandemonium at its finest, though no punches have been thrown yet. It's still early.
JUUUUUDGMENTS!!!!!  GEEETCHER JUDGMENTS!!!!!

Summer's Coming!!!

Here is my recipe for an awesome summer.

Keep the following items in the trunk of the car until Thanksgiving:
Football
Beach towel
Bike helmet
Devil sticks
Sunscreen & bugspray
Tilley hat
Scrabble
Tennis racket
4-man chess
Baseball glove
Shades
Clean underwear (hey, you never know)
Teva sandals

Yup, I'm anticipating an awesome summer. Over the next six months I plan to skydive, camp, cottage, play a lot of tennis and football, mountain bike in Gatineau, try my hand at whitewater kayaking, and run an insane race called the Warrior Dash. I'm most excited about the Warrior Dash, a 5K 'race' through an extreme obstacle course known for including things like running through fire, crawling through mud under barbed wire and running through woods that are laden with rope webbing. Oh the joys of shamelessly getting dirty! When I found this gem online it looked way too fun to pass up. So now I'm in the midst of getting into a no-joke training regimen. I can't wait.

It's comfortably humbling to know that there is always something more to learn.

Finding Scraps of Fight Within

Tried a new boxing studio last night. It's been over a month since I wrapped up, and man, those gloves felt good! 24 hours later I'm lying on the couch feeling every upper body muscle I have slowly atrophy. I may not be able to move tomorrow, but that's okay. I'd take this over hangover pain ANY DAY. It's well-earned. And tomorrow night, I'll try it again.

Courage