So. Here I am. T-3 to our 2nd Wedding Anniversary. I am keeping Nikki primed with little teaser comments about what I got for her. I made reservations for Saturday night, the brats will be staying at Paul and Darlene’s along with the dog. All is well with the world. Or is it?

Whammo!

Jordy has chicken pox all over her body. The boy is doomed to get them too. The whole romantic getaway is in jeopardy. Why oh why is that cosmic timing so darn good? It’s really sick. Sigh.

I know that there are more important things in the world than this. I know that. You don’t need to tell me that. It’s just that of all weekends the timing here is the rottenest timing that ever rotted a rot.

Damn those chicken pox!

Later.

Why is The Onion so darn good? I mean really. What do these people do but sit around all day and think of the funniest damn things.

How do they make any money? I mean the site has advertising, but not that much. It’s a mystery.

Check it out, really. The Onion

I stole this little gem from the archives:
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Glandular Problem Causes Man To Eat Fifth Helping
FREDERICKSBURG, MD-Born with a rare, debilitating glandular disorder, 450-pound Fredericksburg resident Gordon Hotchkiss, 41, helped himself to a fifth serving of mashed potatoes Sunday. “Why, oh, why, was I chosen by God to suffer from this horrible blaaarghmummm?” moaned the stricken Hotchkiss, helplessly shoveling fistfuls of buttery mashed potatoes into his mouth. “What have I done to deserve this awful glomphummm?” Hotchkiss’ condition, known within medical circles as “bigfatfuckitis,” also prevents him from using the stairs instead of the elevator to get to his second-floor apartment.
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Like, that is so gold. My apologies for the profanity.

Also, on the absolutely bizarre front, Neighbour Jim and Roomate Darcy shoveled off the rink after Saturday’s 40cm of snow fell. By hand. What the hell were they thinking? I mean really. It’s the end of February, how many skating days are we going to have left? Sheesh.

Now I have to get off my butt and get out there and help. I’m gonna kill those guys.

Well, gotta run.
Giddyap.

Ha! So. I beat the odds and managed to keep a surprise from Nikki. I had tickets for Blue Rodeo and she didn’t know until I gave her the tickets at dinner on Valentine’s Day. Well, well. Look who’s Mr Vallentyne now, eh?

Anyway, all cockiness aside we had a nice evening and it turned out great. That’s a good thing.

As for us, well what is there to say? We are still skating, the rink is better than ever. I hope I don’t look back on all of this rink making and regret it terribly in the spring when the basement is flooded… I don’t know exactly but I would bet that the sheet of ice in the backyard is approaching 6-7 inches thick, 65 feet long, 27 feet wide. What’s that, almost 900 cubic feet? That’s a lot of water. You don’t suppose that will melt all at once, do you?

Nah.

Stay tuned for the Welcome in the Spring Sandbagging party, probably around the end of March. It will be a blast, I promise.

Later.

So, the boy is sick. Nikki is sick. Jordy is complaining of a sore ear. Yep, sick. I am still fighting being sick from last week. I love winter. We nicknamed Quinn “Glue Stick” because he wipes his nose on everything and leaves a perfect trail of snot that dries to the consistency of cement. Great.

So, Valentine’s day is approaching. Nikki is waiting with baited breath to see what I will pull out this year. Ya right. You would think I would be better at this, wouldn’t you? It’s incredible how bad at romance I really am sometimes. Nik will agree wholeheartedly no doubt. Poor girl.

On another note, I am trying to get a good way to put pictures up here and I haven’t figured it all out yet. There must be an easy way. Think man, think.

oh well, you will just have to wait I guess.

Later.

Hey there.
So, the skating party seemed to be a big success, at least I had a ball totterring around on the new CCM Punishers. Thanks to everybody for coming out and lacing up, and even those that didn’t really lace up but still played some pretty fierce hockey. We didn’t even have too many injuries, which is a shocker when you think of it, mixing ice and alcohol. What were we thinking? We took some pictures but I haven’t yanked them off the camera yet, so stick around. As for mentionables, let’s see….

Kent comes to mind, for taking what I’m told was a huge header, think Bobby Orr only on his back. Hopefully no long term damage there, buddy. Also congrats to Kyle for taking one “in between the pipes” while in nets. Way to go, taking one for the team. For sportsman-like play, Jim for taking Nikki out of the play handily with what I’m sure was a legal hit. Also, cousin PJ for scoring 37 times, albeit against a couple of second graders. Allison for having the eye of the tiger. Jordy and Courtney for switching teams at will and not telling anybody. Tristan for skating way way better than me. Jenna for being on the ice at all with those crazy big people. Mark and Nancy for bringing the lads out for a play, the ice got a good buffing thanks to them.

There, that must be almost everybody. Except for Quinn, who I am glad decided to wait until Sunday night to cut a monster tooth and keep us up all night. Thanks buddy.

Well, back to work kids.