Well Said, Johnny. Thanks.

I know I've been absent from here for awhile.  I have grand intentions for this weekend -- pictures and stories from recent travels will get posted! 

But today, I feel compelled to post the video below.

Recently, someone I know indicated that they were offended by Johnny Weir.  That they had to turn off their television when he was skating.  This is a person that claims to be open-minded and further claims that they do not have any issues with anyone's sexual preference.  Really?

I am saddened by such comments.  Offended?  Quite frankly, I'm offended that you are offended.  

And there it is -- my Friday morning rant.

Come back this weekend, please, for the aforementioned pics and tales!

Defeated by Vince et al

The aforementioned Motley Crue concert went down last Friday. It has taken me this long to fully allow my body to remove all of the alcohol.

This is my view on what went down: my body immediately thought that it was significantly younger once the tunes started rolling out of Vince’s mouth. It heard “Home Sweet Home” and thought – “is it 1995? Does this mean that I should starting pounding Durangos and spiced rum? Should I see if I can collect bottle caps from all of the beer I am pounding and put them around my neck as some sort of trophy? Where is my favourite mixed tape?”

Because my body assumed it was '95, it thought that it had a force field surrounding my liver such as the one that it used to have in '95, and it therefore thought, "of course she can drink one thousand beers.  No problem.  Two thousand?  Done and done."

My body was confused, and therefore it significantly exceeded its safe amount of alcohol (by "safe", I mean I was no longer the cute person that left her house that night, nor was I talking in sentences). It even went so far as to carry me to the Karaoke bar.

No worries, Bod.  I forgive.  Let's just not repeat that scene any time soon, ok?  Ok.

I heavily violated the “no photos after 12” rule and therefore am somewhat challenged as to what I can post here.

How about these:

You will correctly note that I am not present in any of these pictures.  My pride hurt far too much after reviewing the ones with me in them. 

ADHERE TO THE RULE!

Does she?

Because I would have pegged her as more of a Metallica fan.

Just sayin'.

Polar Bear Run, take 2

As an FYI:  This year the run takes place on March 14th.

Polar Bear Run

Pam and I ran a race last year called the Polar Bear Run.  It's a run that starts in Gimli and continues straight across Lake Winnipeg to Grand Marais.  It's approximately 18 or so miles, with a few ice cracks in between that must be jumped.  I'm contemplating running it again this year, although I distinctly remember saying to myself that I would never ever run it again after last year.  Oh, the ability of the human mind and body to forget (and forgive).

It's a bit of a funny run -- it's not "official" whatsoever.  You just show up and run.  No waivers, no numbers, no water tables (although you might get lucky, like we did, and run into a guy on a snow machine with gatorade).

What say you?  Anybody interested?  Hammy?  Andrea?  Clare?  Zahara?

State of Mind

So early this morning, I wasn’t exactly in the best frame of mind.  My throat is hurting (really?  Again?  I just got better, finally) and I could find absolutely nothing to wear to work and it’s cold out and it’s dark out and it’s going to be a supremely busy day at the old office (and the wolves are scratching at my door).

Ty and I made the trek downtown (in the cold and in the dark) together in his truck and I think I maybe said ten words the entire ride.  Which is brutal!  We rarely drive in together and when we do, I usually take the opportunity to chat his ear off about important things like Lainey Gossip (oh how I love the captive audience which comes from being in a car together). 

And then I got to my desk and I just felt angry and anxious – two feelings which I strongly dislike.

And then I got even more mad at myself for feeling angry and anxious – I mean, c'mon! It’s Friday!  I love Fridays!  I love the weekend!  I’m going to Motley Crue tonight!  I’m going out for what is going to be a fabulous dinner beforehand!  I can go shopping for new work clothes this weekend! 

And wouldn’t you know it, once I started to think about all of those good things, I started to feel better.  Oh, the positives of being positive.

        "Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be."

                                                                - Abraham Lincoln

Word, Abe.

A Quickie Post

Have you read "Three Day Road"?

If you haven't, you should.

I know little about WWI, I'm ashamed to admit.  This book was enlightening in that regard.  
It also continually made me think about which character I would be if it were me in the trenches.  That's an uncomfortable line of thought.

Further, "Three Day Road" teaches about residential schools.  Another part of Canadian life that I know little about beyond what is reported on CBC news. 

Please read.  I want to talk to you about this book.