It was yesterday, but don't worry because I actually called him on the right day. I called Mike too, though. Not only did I call him three days after his birthday, but I decided to call him at an hour I knew that he'd be sleeping. I also called him on his cell phone to ensure that not only would he appreciate the value of my calling him, but he'd also pay for it on his next bill as well. Actually, when I called him his stupid Primus telephone wouldn't recognize my number, so for security reasons decided that my call wasn't worthy of its VOIP network. Who do they think they are? Mike's bodyguard? Except that instead of guarding his body they're actually guarding his ear drums from my screechy voice and, thus, from future emotional trauma. I got by them, though. I did indeed.

But it was Dan's 35th birthday yesterday, and from what I hear he celebrated it in a drunken stupor. Completely made a horse's behind out of himself. I guess he crashed a wedding, threw up on the bride and commented on how she now looked like her brides mains. What a jerk! He spent the night in a local drunk tank, but I gather he's staying behind bars a little longer because he kept offering a pack of cigarettes for a night with his jailer's wife.

Wait a minute! Michelle's whispering in my ear. Oh. Really? Oh, okay! Apparently I just made all that stuff up about Dan except for his age. He really is 35! Happy birthday, Danno!

Proportions? We don't need no stinkin' proportions! Yes, I did put a purplie-pink shirt on him. I thought he was secure enough to wear that colour. Are those pit stains? Maybe he's been running for a very long time. What do you expect? I'm at work and all I have is MS Paint. Sheesh! Give a guy a break, for crying out loud!

In other news, if you have any serious items on you mind or something is weighing heavy on your heart, I suggest you ask a ninja for advice. Because of this website, I now know why the number "3" is considered so magical, and how it's linked to Emanuel Lewis being shot out of a cannon. My goodness, I have such a whack sense of humour.

Mike! Mikey! Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike! I am such a terrible, terrible person! What an irresponsible friend you have who totally relies on his wife to know what day it is, let alone what the day is supposed to be. But even with Michelle's wonderful date retentive brain, I still can't believe it, but...


Please forgive me! Please forgive us! I really hope you had a wonderful 40th, and now everyone knows that I missed your milestone. Crap, I hope someone did something special for you. If not, just know that I'm sending special floral coloured brain wave transmissions to Victoria. You should be receiving them right about....NOW!

Wow! That weekend just flew by, and not much of it seemed worth documenting. I helped Roger set up his computer, we took Rylee to karate and otherwise just stayed at home.

We did purchace an agility kit for Lilly, though, and Kristen is hard at work running her dog through a tunnel, over a high-jump and around slalom poles to achieve that championship status that all bichon-frise/poodle crosses deserve.


Doesn't that kid look like he's about to pop? I'm pretty sure he just needs a quick bathroom break while his Quaalude induced side-tippin’ brother needs to visit a 12-step clinic.

Lilly is very adept at sitting in the pause box for an undetermined amount of time (I say undetermined because when my girls count to 30, I'm pretty sure it takes them about 45 seconds), running through the tunnel and jumping over the high-jump. She hasn't taken to the slalom poles quite as fast, but with Kristen's determination Lilly will be zooming through there with ease.

Seeing as I'm making fun of people I don't deserve to, I thought I'd make a mention about Mr. Cartoon Walker. I saw Mr. Cartoon Walker today as I was crossing the street from the coffee shop to my place of work. He was crossing at an adjacent intersection. What caught my eye were his carefree jaunt and his loosely held arms. I did a quick (3 hour) sketch up of his walk in MS Paint:


Notice the way Mr. Cartoon Walker's wrists do not lock when his arms come to the apex of their arc. That is how Mr. Cartoon Walker walked. He seemed very happy in a carefree, I'm not gonna let the world get me down kind of way.

I guess I'm not actually making fun of Mr. Cartoon Walker (well, except by giving him the name “Mr. Cartoon Walker”), but I'm actually advocating a positive pedestrian experience. I believe I have related to many my theory that people would get along much better if we all just skipped. Not only that, but we'd be getting our heart rates up, increasing our cardiovascular activity, thus prolonging our lives. Maybe I should start an advocacy group like those milk pushers.

Muh-muh-muh moo cows, muh-muh-muh make milk, it’s the only thing that we adore! When the muh moon shines, on the cah cow shed, we hope the cows are makin’ plenty more!

I had the pleasure of helping Roger and May move into their new place by Nose Hill Park on Sunday. Kristen is very adamant that “Nose Hill” is a ridiculous name and should be Noah's Hill or something like that. Anyway, Roger now has his wife with him again, so all is well there.

They had the honour of being our very first dinner guests last night. Michelle made a wonderful vegetarian lasagna, but I was confused as to the lack of meat. Michelle informed me that there wasn't supposed to be any meat in vegetarian lasagna, but I just didn't understand what she was talking about. Total lack of communication! I ate it anyway, but I imagined rubbing a steak on it beforehand for flavouring.

The carpet cleaning guys finally got to our basement, I was informed. Michelle says that the distinct odor that was seeping into the upstairs because of its sheer strength is now a thing of the past. I guess when I get home from work I'll be able to deduce whether or not the smell that I can only describe as the inside knee of a sumo wrestler is gone. Oh my, I hope it's gone!

We continue our search for a karate instructor for Rylee and a swim class for Kristen. We actually had Rylee in lessons with one individual, but it differed so much from Canada's Best Karate that we just had to find out what other places were like around here. I wish CBK was in Calgary because they'd be worth driving across town for. All you Victoria residents petition them to do so and quickly.

Other than that, we're pretty well unpacked, the kids are liking the neighborhood and the latest round of disasters seems to be over. We're even getting a new fridge, the old one being a host for some sort of smell that was battling it out with the downstairs odor for supremacy.

I'm sure something will come along worth writing about soon. Very, very soon. Foreboding, isn't it?

...into my basement.

Yes! Wonder of wonders, I am now trying my hand at mushroom cultivation in one of our spare rooms. I'll elaborate a little later as I have a meeting to attend to (no, not AA). But what ever is going on downstairs, I want it cleared up before any visitors come over. The smell is terrible!

Gotta go, bye.

First the parade. And I have to tell you that I'm not going to be publishing them all because, as I said before, I have like 2000 pictures of horses alone. Big horses, small horses, fat horses, thin horses, clown horses, recovering alcoholic horses, executive horses and even some horses with odd accents that I just couldn't place. Even the Calgary Flames were riding horses...the three that decided to grace us with their presence did, anyway.

So, the parade. As you can see on the faces of my pretty offspring, they were extatic to the point of hysterics to be sitting on the pavement an hour and a half before the parade started:

But it wasn't long before some pre-parade entertainment showed up:



See those pictures of the Snowbirds? That's right! I took them! Yes, I am awesome!

And then the parade started, and as spectacular as it was, I couldn't get past the fact that I was risking hemorrhoids for its sake. Here are some random pics with a special request from Kristen to post the mini ponies. They are a sight to see, but it almost seems cruel to harness them up. They should, mmph, be running, *snicker*, wild and free in some largely erected hamster cage somewhere...BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! Yup! Kristen's going to give me crap for that.



The following day, Saturday to be exact, we went to Spruce Meadows for the National horse jumping competition. This was my family's second C-train ride in two days. It was a nice change for me because, as I said in previous entries, it gets so crowded that most people become more than friends, if you know what I mean. A Saturday morning ride, however, is kind of pleasant:



Here are another four pics from that event:



They didn't allow a rider on the Jack Russell for some reason. Actually, that one is part of the Prairie Dog show.

Finally, here's a couple from the stupid Stampede where my stupid batteries died stupidly. A bit of that was my fault seeing as they don't charge without some sort of plug in apparatus, which we have. I was just supposed to use it, that's all. Bitter? Nah! Like I said: 2000 horse pictures. There's only so much horse meat a guy can eat:



Yup! That's all I got of the Stampede that's worth showing. The one of the dud flying in the air was part of the Bell RodeoX which was just about as super cool as you can expect to be where guys put their bodies at risk for our entertainment. Reminds me of WWE wrestling in that respect but without the cheesy feuding.

So there you go! Just click on the pics to make 'em grow; kind of like those foam doohickeys you put in water or the reverse of Shrink-A-Dinks (teh heh). Now I gotta go to bed. I'm sleepy! Night night...

Oh! And I guess a bit of Superman, too. Although I don’t count that last one because it wasn’t really involved in this blink-of-an-eye weekend. I think we went to see Superman Returns on Thursday; a treat I thought all of us would enjoy, to tell the truth. What actually happened was that a scene in the first 10 or 15 minutes of the movie, and I’m going to try to do this with out giving too much away for all you people who still want to see it, a scene involving one of two dogs, both Pomeranians, used for dark comedic affect caused Kristen to completely make up her mind that she hated this movie. She managed to stay for the whole thing, but she stated as the credits started rolling that she hated Superman Returns and never wanted to see it again.

When the credits started rolling, I was a little confused as to how I felt. First off, the movie had a constant barrage of pre-teen interruptions going against it. There was Kristen’s “moment” during the film, and then there was Rylee’s necessary trip to the bathroom. This wouldn’t have been too bad, but the bathrooms are located at only one side of our 12 theatre multiplex, and, of course, we were at the opposite side of this location. Thankfully, Rylee didn’t want to miss too much either, so she sprinted there and back.

Secondly, the movie was just too darn dramatic. Brendan Routh did a perfect job of channeling Christopher Reeves’ Clark Kent, but apart from that everything was taken soooooo seriously. This is a comic book movie, for crying out loud! Get with the COMIC aspect. Now, I’m not saying that the movie was bad as it was definitely above the level of being “meh.” I just thought that for 260 million dollars Bryan Singer would have made a movie that made me love the characters like he did when he mad the first two X-Men movies.

Anyway, it’s not like this is a movie review column. On with the weekend…

We literally did everything the title suggests we did, and the weekend went by with a flash. First I took Friday morning off to take Michelle and the girls to the Stampede Day parade. Man, it was long! This city sure makes a big deal about this 10 day event, that’s for darn sure. I now know that I definitely need to bring one of those umbrella chairs with me next time I go to an event like this as sitting on the pavement causes certain things to just seize right up. At one point I said to Michelle that I wanted to go as soon as the Calgary Flames went past, and she readily agreed since the pavement was affecting her in the same way. I actually almost missed them because the entire Flames section consisted of three players. I believe Robyn Regehr was one of them, but since it’s Thursday and I’m writing about last Friday, I could be a little hazy on the subject. I do know that the two players had the same last name, and seeing as I doubt that they were married, they were probably brothers. I just looked at the Flames’ roster, however, and they don’t appear to be on it (Hmmm).

After work on Friday, Rylee and I decided to make me a little nauseous by going on every spinney ride that Calaway had to offer. We discovered that Rylee does not like the log flume ride. No! Not one bit.

The following morning we awoke bright and early to head South of the city. Not very far outside the city limits since Calgary is almost the size of Alberta now. I don’t know if I’ve made this very clear, but Kristen is an avid horse nut. She will name the breeds of horses from half a kilometer away and claims that our backyard is big enough to sustain one of these creatures. She’s the same way about dogs, too. We were at Thetis Lake once, and I saw this dog retrieving a ball from the water for its master. I exclaimed to Kristen that it was a beautiful German Shepard, to which she replied that she didn’t think it was a pure Shepard but a Shepard-Husky cross. She even went up to the owner to confirm this. What a wonderful power she has! I wondered if she could tell what different nationalities I was made up off, but I believe her powers are only limited to animals. Where was I? Oh, yes! Saturday morning we went to Spruce Meadows to watch the horse jumping nationals. Horses and riders from all over the world came to this event, and it was spectacular. The weird thing was that it was free; we received tickets in our gas bill. Andrew said that you can find deals all over the place for good entertainment here, but I wasn’t expecting Enmax to mail me event tickets. Whatever! The event was wonderful. We saw two horse jumping events, a military salute (whatever they call shooting their guns off in the air…I forgot. I’m sure they were blanks, anyway, as anyone some miles away might find themselves in an oddly fatal hail storm), a mounty synchronized ride and the Prairie Dog show. The Prairie Dog show consisted of dogs racing through obstacle courses against each other. Very amusing!

Sunday was an early day, as well, because we had to get to the Stampede gates before 9am for family day entrance and pancake breakfast. I have four words for you: wall to wall people! I felt like I needed a machete to get through the crowds, but somehow felt that ending the weekend in a manslaughter arrest would be a bad turn of events. We managed to avoid the expensive pitfalls that are the Stampede Midway and attended many of the shows. We saw bull riding, the Iams Super Dogs show (like Prairie Dogs but huger), six horse hitch competition and watched some Border Collies round up sheep. Rylee and I did go on one ride that wasn’t so much a ride but a very long slide. I marveled at the fact that one had to be 36 inches tall, which Rylee is beyond, to go on the slide with out an adult, but the indicator was set at well over four feet. Carnies! To sum up, I spent ten bucks for Rylee and I to ride down this slide in ten seconds. Well worth it don’t you think? The whole experience was great, and, most importantly, my ladies had a fantastic time.

Sunday evening we saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest, but you don’t want to hear about that do you? Actually, since it’s Thursday morning, and I’m at work, I should probably do some actual work, so I’ll let you know about that movie later. I did take a massive amount of pictures the whole weekend, but they’re on the memory card at home. If I get the time I’ll upload some this evening. No, I wasn’t allowed to take the camera into the movie, so stop wondering about that. I do have about 2000 photographs of horses for some reason, though.

The clouds opened up, and the floods were released. One minute I'm outside trying to take still shots of lightening:


Yup, that's right outside my front door. Anyway, the next minute the skies just burst:



The hails was the size of peas, and all I could think was, my poor car! You can see that the water got pretty deep pretty fast around the small gutter at the end of the driveway.


Just another part of the Alberta adventure.

…or I end up missing or confusing some of the finer details that otherwise should be included, so I know that what I wrote actually occurred and was not just some figment of my already overactive and somewhat fatigue induced imagination. Whoa! Is it me or were there a lot of multi-syllable words in that first sentence.

I had to laugh at myself a bit when I read an email from my mom this morning. She said that I always have a good story to tell, but I’m very aware of my verbal capabilities, and so what makes me laugh is that the only stories that I tell that are probably bearable are the ones that I write down. I’ve seen the way faces have glossed over when I speak and know that I’ll never have the delivery of a stand-up comedian unless certain moods hit, my audience is inebriated or a certain mood hits while I’m inebriated. It doesn’t, however, extinguish the passion I have for telling stories. My children are a somewhat attentive audience, at least.

I’ve got a phone now, I may have mentioned. Has that been an ordeal? Uh-huh! Do you get to read about it? Oh, yeah! Am I mad at Shaw? Not really, no. Where U-Haul failed in their customer service and personable departments, Shaw has more than excelled.

Last Tuesday I was supposed have a phone, but when they came to hook it up my downstairs roomy (who’s gone, gone, GONE!) wasn’t there, and apparently the cable installer needed to get into the basement. Of course, when my roomy’s gone the doors are locked. So the cable guy did as much as he could with out getting into the basement which included setting up internet and basic cable. I’d rather have no cable, but I was afraid that the withdrawal symptoms that Michelle would most likely go through would actually kill us both. I’m pretty sure my death would be the more painful of the two. Hey! I like my TV, but I’m pretty sure if Michelle could hook up some sort of IV that fed cable straight into her veins she would get the body stone of a heroine addict.

Once again, I have to state that I’m kidding, or I will probably for go any of the pleasures associated with marriage. All you married guys stop laughing or the previous statement means absolutely nothing.

Back to cable! Shaw actually rescheduled a service call for the following Saturday, and that tells you something about a company that employs people who aren’t barking mad to get out of working on Canada Day of all days. Joe, the representative who came to the house, was a nice young guy who immediately started rearranging the furniture to improve the Feng Shui and started chanting whenever my dog came into the room…Wait! That wasn’t real I think. Probably just a heat induced hallucination. What he really did was try to fish a wire into the existing outside hole through the house and down into the junction box to hook up the phone. He tried, really, he tried. He was there, sweating in the hot sun for two hours with no success. Finally, in the end I had a temporary cable leading from my neighbor’s lawn around my yard into a basement window, Joe had unhooked the existing phone lines and installed the digital phone modem leaving me with no existing phone line other than my cell phone that is still rooted in Victoria. Every call on it right now is a long distance call. That’ll change soon!

Joe had to leave, but he said that the phone may be up in the afternoon, and this wasn’t that great of news because I had promised Rylee that we’d go to Calaway Park again. Suffice to say, I waited and waited and waited until the prospects of going to Calaway Park because less and less likely. I decided to phone them from a pay phone on the way back from Walmart with Kristen, and lo and behold they said they’d call me back in 10 minutes to see if they could rectify the problem. Once again, they said that it would probably be up in an hour or so, and the guy on the other end said he’d call me back after his lunch break to make sure. I was to keep trying the phone intermittently for the next hour, and I was left pondering how a guy could be going for a lunch break when it was already passed 6pm.

This was the only annoying part: he didn’t call me back. Well, I guess I should say the only annoying thing over and above the other annoying things like having no phone. However, when I tried to phone them back the automated voice designed to stress out already stressed out people informed me that there would be a 35 minute wait for the next customer service representative. So they were busy, I guess.

I’m a little hazy on the details because of the passage of time, but I believe the rest goes something like this:

• Guy phones me and asks if my phones working
  
• I say no
  
• Guy asks me to go downstairs to where the phone modem is located
  
• I do as he asks
  
• Guy asks me if there is a phone cable jacked into the modem
  
• I say no
  
• Guy informs me that modem is not tied into the house’s phone system
  
• I say eh?

That’s weird that Joe would set everything up without setting everything up, but as a resolution my cordless phone base is plugged into the modem in the basement while we carry the phone throughout the house. The inconvenient part is charging it, but that’ll be resolved, hopefully, tomorrow when they come to bury the temp cable and drill a new hole in the wall.

Speaking of which, I needed to get my landlord’s permission to allow them to drill into the house. Problem is that my landlord lives in the states and won’t be able to fax anything until after Independence Day. I hear it’s a big deal in the States; probably wouldn’t make their Shaw employees work on July the 4th, eh? Anyway, my landlord’s faxing permission the same day that the service call was scheduled for, so I phoned Shaw to reschedule. They said that they’re coming on Wednesday anyway because I said that my landlord was giving me permission. Now, I’m no lawyer or anything, but that’s not exactly my definition of proof. Whatever!

Got my camera and didn’t forget it during our second trip to Calaway (Rylee and I went a third time yesterday) Here are some choice pics and maybe a little video for you guys:









Isn't she beautiful, folks. No, that wasn't a question; it was a statement. She doesn't go for rides like the Scrambler behind her. Her mom and sister are on there at that moment though.









This is the type of ride Kristen likes; it's pretty tame, but when her daddy starts spinning it her and her mom and sister get stuck to the wall. If they were previously soaked they would have dried off. Kristen enjoyed going around fast, though, so I'm slowly trying to get her brave enough to try some of the scarier, um, I mean more mature rides.









Note that in the first picture Rylee has a hat. Notice anything missing in the second picture?









Just before it starts. This ride is like the tea cup dealie you see at Disneyland, but the twist is that occasionally and without warning it tilts up on a pneumatic arm. Wheeee! You actually see it in the second pic, and it may not look like it but we're actually spinning around at a billion miles an hour. Yup! My camera's that good.









You are actually guaranteed to get wet on this ride (Bumper Boats). The second pic is the after shot.


Here Michelle and Rylee are just finishing their ride on the Scrambler.

That's enough! It's was torture trying to put these pics up on Blogger. I thought this thing was user friendly, but every time I tried to upload a photo it would say it's done but there'd be no photo. I end up just uploading them at Flickr and copying over the links one by one. There's got to be an easier way. Until I figure it out, I'm done! Ciao!

The family’s finally here so now I have no time to blog? Well that just can’t happen, right? Right!

Yesterday was Rylee’s official 8th birthday, and we celebrated firstly by taking advantage of those seasons passes I bought to Calaway Park. And like the jerk that I am, I forgot my @#$&ing camera. Why do I even have that thing? Anyway, we learned an important lesson today: Rylee likes rides that spin and make it seem like you’re going to smash into the ground but doesn’t like rides that have big drops and make it seem like you’re going to crash into the ground. This means rides like the Scrambler and the Adrenaline Test Zone are a go, but the Vortex roller coaster and the Shoot the Chutes log flume ride are not. Makes me a little sad because I was hoping she’d want to ride the coaster with me, but I’m not going to make her go on rides she doesn’t want to. Kristen got into some of the rides, too, but she will not go on anything scarier than the Carousel. But she had a blast at Calaway and was very happy to learn of the season’s passes.

To finish off the day (we spent almost 6 hours at Calaway Park) we took in some dinner at Montanas where they put the lodge hat on Rylee (again no camera…STUPID! STUPID!) and sang her some sort of song you had to be a lodge member to understand. I didn’t even know Montanas was part of the freemasons. Then we took in a viewing of Cars only because Over the Hedge stopped playing during non-matinee times. It was cute, but definitely not one up on the Incredibles. I’m not saying it was bad, it’s just that Pixar had up to this point made a movie that dwarfed the previous, and I guess it was about time that stopped. Still, it had its moments, but when I asked 10 year old Kristen how she liked it, she just shrugged and mumbled something that resembled, “It was okay!”

Ahh, returning the U-Haul. I swear the next move will be done U-Haul-free. First off, when I picked up the unit, the girl behind me had absolutely no interest in helping me, and decided to let her I’m-stuck-here-going-no-where attitude shine full-force upon my little pre-booked transaction, but she tried to stick me with a gas bill that wasn’t rightfully mine in the first place. They marked down that the truck was 5/8ths full, but when I got in to the truck, it was clearly less than half a tank. One of the guys working there claimed that it must be due to young punks siphoning during the wee hours of the night. I was later told by my dad that most modern day vehicles have baffles to prevent siphoning, and since the truck I was driving had just a little over 24,000 miles on it I figured it could be considered a modern day vehicle.

Trying to return it was even more of a hassle. First I look in the phone book for locations near my very North-West Calgarian home and proceed to call them. There are like four. I phone one which promptly goes to a message stating that Bowness U-Haul will be closed June 23rd. It was June 26th, but, oh well, I had three others to choose from. I phone two more in the NW which lead me to the same message, and I’m thinking, why in the heck does one place have three listings under one U-Haul heading in the phone book? Oh, and why are they not answering, too? So I decide to phone the 1-800 number under the same heading but get some very-American guy with a Southern drawl who says I need to look at my contract to see my list of return locations. He said it like I was a moron for phoning this number, and who knows, maybe I was. So I get my contract from the truck, and I notice there are only two locations to return to, one in the NW close to downtown and one in the SE nowhere near where I live. But there is a main office number, and I decide to phone that first.

Some girl picks up and I immediately ask about the non-answering Bowness U-Haul to which she says they must be to full for pickups. I figure they must be to full to get to the phone to tell me this themselves, too. She gives me two locations to return to, one in the very NE and one on the way out of Calgary towards Airdrie. What!?! That’s nowhere near me, I say, but this does nothing to make the girl on the other side of the phone want to hang up any less. I say, what about Kensington, the location in the NW nearest me. She says they’re too full, but there’s Bearspaw which is out of Calgary on the NW. It’s closer to me than any others, so I ask her for the address. I’m not even exaggerating when I say she let out a sigh of contempt and said, dripping with venom, “Give me a moment!” Isn’t this her job? Whoa, I might have gone too far with that last request, but she actually gives me the address for Bearspaw U-Haul.

After I hang up I figure if I had the phone number to U-Haul in Bearspaw that I could phone them and ask for directions seeing as I had no map and only know Bearspaw as some sort of paw on a bear. So, grudgingly, I phone the girl back at the main office. We go through the same ordeal as we went through when I first called seconds before, I try to interrupt, but she is determined to do her job by the book because she probably figures it’ll get her off the phone quicker so she can chew her gum more loudly, not that being on the phone with me stopped her chewing any less. It went a little something like this:

GUM CHEWING U-HAUL GIRL (Or GACUHG)
For what city please?

VEIN ABOUT TO EXPLODE IN FOREHEAD GUY (Or ME)
I just talked to you a few sec…

Gacuhg
For what city?

Me
Calgary! I…

Gacuhg
What part?

Me
(Exasperated)The North West…Silver Springs.

Gacuhg
You can return it to Kensington

Me
(Flabbergasted pause)But, but you just told me they were full.

Gacuhg
If you head down there someone will be happy to receive your truck. Good day, sir.
(CLICK)

Me
...

Following the dot, dot, dot was a tirade of swearing and yelling that caused my wife and children to back into a corner, inflicting on them, most likely, permanent psychological damage. Not really, but the restrained yelling and swearing that didn’t occur caused a large lump to swell up on my neck alla Homer Simpson, so I just pressed it back in and choked back the bitter bile that was my revenge monologue. Oh, and I may have exaggerated Gacuhg’s last line in her dialogue. I mean, I’m pretty sure she didn’t actually call me sir.

Needless to say, I returned the truck even with an eighth more of a tank than they gave it to me. Next, hopefully I’ll have pictures of our second venture to Calaway Park, and I’ll have a story about Shaw Digital Phone. Cheers!