Who's a Fat Bastard - Goose poop is her favourite thing to roll in.

February 18, 2015

Courtesy of G McT

      I started the day with a change in my routine. I have been so preoccupied with meaningless tasks that I have been putting off my workouts until I was too tired/lazy/disinterested to do it at all. Pick any of the three that you like or even all of the above. So I said to myself "Self, two cups of Joe and down you go!" So after downing two delicious cups of instant Joe French Roast. Did you know that all you have to do is turn the jar around and Voila!

Cafe Francais pour Moi!

Fancy French coffee without the fancy French price!
      I put in a full workout. Fifteen sets of ten reps of my five floor exercises and 200 One Stair Steps. They were hard. I haven't done the Steps in almost a week and I was rubbery legged by the end. I didn't ride the Iron Maiden because of time constraints.

Working out the kinks

I made myself a Squatch Chef Salad with Salami, hard boiled eggs and avocado. Yummy.

I've been keeping a close eye on Mama Lee while she is fighting this infection she picked up. Rat dogs in tow we went to see how she was doing this morning. She was in bed when I got there. She seemed to be a little distracted. Peter was there to have lunch with her. The nurse was just waiting for the lab to call with the results of her blood work. She called me later to ask where the lovely Lisa was and we got into a lively discussion about what day of the week it was. Still confused. I hope these antibiotics kick in soon.

Rat dog heaven

I took the Rat dogs to Como Lake for a couple of laps. The Canada geese are back in numbers.

Goose on!

Nutmeg is happy. Goose poop is her favourite thing to roll in.

Goose off!

On the road side of the lake there was a beautiful Heron sitting just a few feet off the path.

Are you Heron what I'm saying?

      I headed home to take care of some paperwork and possibly do some yard work since my neighbour, Back Alley Bob was out there mowing his lawn!

Back Alley Bob, Breaking Bad

Isn't there some kind of law about that? Isn't there a winter moratorium on lawn mowing? Instead I started writing my blog. Screw the Lawn, the Chafer Beetles have ruined it anyway.
      I'm about forty minutes into the creative process when I get a text from Christian, do I want to go with Bella and him to her school for something called a LID. Sure I replied. I thought it was a concert or something. He would be here at 4:15 half an hour from now. Ten minutes later I hear Jen come through the door. "Hi Dad, I can't believe your coming for this." "What do you mean?" I queried. " "It's Bella walking you through her work so far this year" I was told "It's boring." I went anyway. Christian had already told Bella that I was coming and kids are sensitive about that kind of stuff.
      Assuming wrongly that we would look at a couple of pictures and leave, and in retrospect I should have went to the bathroom before we left the house. Bella introduced her Mom and Dad just like they had practised.

They didn't practise introducing Papa so I was left out. I introduced myself. On the desk was a three page checklist of things we were to look at including a field trip to the hallway.

Ten minutes and Christian was staring blankly at the table and my bladder was sending out an S O S to my brain. I told Christian there was going to be a quiz at the end just to watch the panic in his eyes.

I have to say Bella's school work is very good. The teacher says she is far above her grade level in the work she does. It took about twenty minutes to go through all her subjects.  Jen took Bella home then went to work, Christian pulled out of Next Door Gord's driveway with the Ranchero Music blasting. Andale, Andale, Aribba, Aribba!
      The lovely Lisa was home at 7:30 after a sixteen hour day.

I made a big Squatch Salad and had a couple of homemade burger patties while the lovely Lisa had a chick pea curry that smelled delicious. I don't care for the texture of chick peas. Except in Humous. But you need to have Pita bread to eat with it and I don't need that. I did the dishes while the lovely Lisa had a shower. We had a Family Feud film festival. We had 106 episodes recorded. Time to watch some. The lovely Lisa was in bed by 10:30 and I switched to the last two episodes of the Mentalist. I didn't realise that the season finale was two hours long and I was up until 2:00 a.m. Idiot!

That's all I've got

Till Next time

Peace out Y'all

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