Well well well… it would appear to the staff of VTI that the president has more time on his hands than the rest of us. For the next few minutes the CFO, Sanitation Staff, Accounting, Business Development and Administration Departments are all on a simultaneous break to place a posting on the supposed “Business/Family” site. So here I am. Now, let’s make on thing perfectly clear, silence is not consent Mr. President. You were ahead by a mere 1/4 of a shot by my recollection which last I checked was not a “wide margin”. This is why I am the CFO, clearly. All kidding aside, we stopped drinking because we were too tired, and not because we were smashed unfortunately. Our president can talk a big talk when there was not a soul in site to back him up on these ludicrous statements being made. Actions speak louder than works I would imagine, like at every single party we’ve ever had in the last four years. Out-drink me! Honestly. But I digress.

On another note or two… Valentine’s Day was wonderful. I really enjoyed the Blue Rodeo concert with some close friends despite the traveling horn section they had with them. The Keg Manor was also wonderful. All and all, Court managed to put the Vallentyne in Valentine’s Day. (Cheesy, I know. This is why my postings are few and far between.) Our anniversary was also wonderful. If you are ever in Kingston definitely stop in at Mino�s for a bite. Well worth it.

Watch Signs. Truly a good flick. Hopefully I won’t take so long next time to make a posting. Seems like whenever there is a lull at this end, our President starts the trash talkin’.

Later people!

Well.

The weekend was a big hit, Nikki and I had a great time in Kingston, lots of food and drink and fun. The kids had fun too at Nanny and Poppy’s, despite the pox. And Harvey was just glad to be home and not in the car. Pretty good overall, for me. For Nikki not so good, I proved that I can out-drink her by a wide margin. Her absence on this web page will prove her agreement to this statement…. Done!

On the “just got a clue” front Nikki and I finally got around to renting “Signs” on Friday. Kent was over and watched it with us, or really he made us rent it. It was excellent, and though we are rather late to the party on that particular movie I highly recommend it to anyone. Just the right amount of scary. Why is Mel Gibson believable as a reverend? He shouldn’t be, right? I mean he is Mad Max. Anyway, it’s very good.

It’s March now. Winter is over. Please shut off the snow and turn on the heat, thank you.

Still no pictures Andrea. Sorry. It might be faster if we just bring them up with us eh? 🙂

later.

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.