Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Hey! Look at me! Look at me!

That's right, I'm famous. If you look at page 33 of Ski Canada you'll see me there, pimpin' my ghetto style.

Here's the pic, courtesy of the not-quite-so-equally famous Steve Ogle:


Simmer down now ladies, there's plenty to go around. Autographs available in the limousine.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Diagnose the Diagnosis

Symptoms:
- Panting
- Shortness of breath
- Anxiety
- Dry mouth
- Shaking
- Blurred vision
- Excitability

Diagnosis:



Pregnant wife.

Yes, even though I'm sure *all* the people who read the blog already know this, Ann-Marie has a bun in the oven. We just had an ultrasound this morning to confirm how far along she is, and evidently she was pregnant when she won the Calgary marathon!! So now we're counting down till the due date, April 14.
The ultrasound technician kept referring to the foetus' "arm and leg buds"... I cringed every time I heard that. I wanted to say, let's just call them arms and legs, okay?
Anyway, fingers crossed that Progeny comes out with more than buds.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Single Parenting It

So Ann-Marie is up in Prince George for the week, gearing up for school. That leaves Tobin and me spending the week on our own. And let me tell you, it's a breeze this single parent thing.*


Eating delicious and healthy meals together: "More Butter Chicken, son?"**



Going for relaxing walks on the estate. "I think the deer blind should go here, father."



Examining the local fungus. "Nope, sadly not a Psilocybe, son."


*The trick, I've found, is to only eat every second day, disregard your personal and domicile hygiene and only sleep 1 hour per night. This leaves plenty of time for relaxing with your son.
**If you look closely there are Cheddar Bunnies sprinkled in his dinner, a ransom offering if he'll at least eat a few vegetables (lest he get scurvy before his mother returns).