Weblog and Playground of Gord Fynes

How to tell that at 3:30am that you’re stomach is just upset and needs to clear out and that you really don’t have stomach flu. Earlier that evening you had consumed the following (in under three hours) while waiting at a strip mall plaza:

* a vegetarian pizza sub, small bag of cheezies and a bottle of rootbeer

* a very rich mug of hot chocolate with real whipped cream and a slice of lemon iced cake

* two very freshly-made glazed donuts

Keep in mind that it was also between 9pm and midnight and that you’d spent the day drinking coffee and snacking on cookies while helping two old friends move into a new house together.

Breakfast shall be somewhat light.

Well, what can I say. The last half of last month was quite busy, hence no catching up on updating this site. The whole household became sick for the better part of a week, passing the flu back and forth. For those keeping score, Elliot brought this one home. Laurel’s got school projects coming out of her ears and has been on the computer almost every waking moment.

I gigged with Lisa last weekend in Hamilton, which was a lot of fun and also included a band trip to Denny’s at 3am. It took a couple of days to get the body clock back to somewhat normal, whatever that is. Rock ‘n Roll

The weather here in the GTA has resorted back to the mugginess of summer. Rain has been looming for the last two days to no avail. Hopefully it’ll hold off until after we’re back from Elliot’s first field trip tomorrow with the daycare. Especially since we’re going to Chudleigh’s Farm for the day (hay rides, apple picking, pie – mmmm, apple pie). Plus, I’ll be using the shoelace express until the car is back from the shop tomorrow eve (just in time for Car Free Day this weekend – wasn’t planning that one). We’re hoping to do some biking this weekend regardless of what day the Adbusters Calendar instructs it to be.

Today marks my thirteen year anniversary of working as a civil servant. Thirteenth anniversary on Friday the thirteenth? I decided to buy me a lottery ticket in hopes of not having to work for another thirteen years.

Elliot seems to be settling in with the daycare routine. It didn’t take him too long to start saying “bye” to Laurel in the morning as we split for the day. Yesterday was the first time that he wasn’t crying as I left him at the daycare centre. Must have had something to do with seeing some construction vehicles and equipment out the window as I was leaving. ‘Tis the season for it. That helped to not break my heart on the way to work.

Happy Birthday Terry!

Karaoke at the Gladstone Hotel tonight! Can’t think of a better way to end the week. Has anyone called dibs on “Snowbird” yet?