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I don't know why we all look like Skeletor.Somebody get the camera people on that.
Well, today I made cookies in a cake pan.
I also accidentally almost-burnt them. You know, when they're walkin the thin line between edible and construction site material but you were so looking forward to delectable cookie flavour in your mouth that you have to eat the whole batch before they get cold and rock-friggin-hard. I know you know what I'm talkin about. Run-on sentences. Don't judge. We've alllll done it.
I mention this because, well, I don't really have anything really newsworthy goin on, but this corner of the Interwebs has been sadly neglected for a while now so I had to come up with somethin. Not my best material but then, as I was indulging in rapidly-hardening cookie #6, I realized the whole cookie debacle is something of a really bad metaphor for my life in Peg City at le moment.
It's like this: I moved outta residence like a month ago, so I'm moving up in the world and now live in a real house with a real kitchen. Hallelujah. That means I have the opportunity to make cookies and other delicious baked goods again. Unfortunately my apartment is a little ghetto and the aesthetics leave a lil somethin' somethin' to be desired. I'm not complaining though and I don't blame my apartment; it's just that it's been in the care of a constant stream of rando Team Canada athletes since like, 1970. Consequently, the furniture and decor reflect this.
No big deal though, I live for free-fifty so I live it and love it like it's my own (this is the part of the story where I make my point). Basically, I was thinkin, this apartment - and city for that matter - has everything I need but just don't expect it to be pretty. So it's like, sure you can make cookies. Sure. But you're gonna have to do 'em up in an old cake pan, in a rusty mustard-yellow oven that, like a sprained ankle, ain't nothin to play with. Otherwise it'll burn your cookies right up cause it's apparently a lot hotter than its dusty knobs indicate. Peg city also has what you need but it's not gonna be pretty either and when it gets pretty (via a thick blanket of fluffy white snow to cover itself up) it's too cold, and your eyeballs freeze off, and you can't even see to enjoy the winter wonderland. Knawnsayin? Sad truth.
That was the best I could do... My future in writing is bleak.
Well, let's rundown whatup then. First off, I met MC Hammer. He played a show here and suffice it to say, the man still has it (notice how I held back on Can't Touch This and 2 Legit 2 Quit references).
Proof. The Man & the Legend.Secondly, we qualified for world's! Bladow. The team went to Mexico a few weeks ago and killed it dead at the last qualifier so say hello to world championships next summer in Japan. Should be good.
Stayin with that theme, I leave for Puerto Rico and our last tournament of la saison in t-minus 7 days. Back to island living, except we play 6 games in 6 days sans break so people's bodies are about to be hurtin. Bad. We don't play Brazil this time but the US and Cuba are there so we have our work cut out.
After that though, is when the party starts. Maybe. Depending on some stuff to be determined this week, I have to come back to Winnipeg for full-time training in either November or January. That means the two sweetest words in the English language: time.off. BABY. 2 words? 3 words? Whatever. I do love my team and coach, but time off is THE BUSINESS. I can't help it... I can't wait.
If training starts in November, then I'm goin to Europa for a few weeks to get money my old club still owes me and visit good people - Desma I'm lookin' at you. If it's January, a 2-month world tour is in order. I'm thinkin' like India or Thailand or Africa or something. Somewhere new fo' sho.
So here's where the 3 of you that are still reading come in... Who wants to come? See, I'm cool with doing the Asia/Africa thing on the solo - but then sometimes I picture dark alleys and spiders and I think maybe that's a bad call - not to mention my mom will fear for my life for 2 straight months. In the interest of Helen's health, I'm all, OK sweet I'll find a buddy to do it up with, preferably a dude that can beat on crazies and fight tigers if we get lost in the jungle and stuff.
Unfortunately, I pinched myself and remembered I'm going in November or somewhere 'round thurr and who isn't working/schooling/doing-something-important during that time of year? The unemployed or homeless and they have no dimes to drop on world travel.
What. I'm just saying.
So for the rest of you out there that somehow have that time open, step up to the plate. I know you're creepin', with your headlights off, reading this blog thinkin you're sly... But come outta the woodwork and let's go to Asia. Or wherever that's not Europe. I'm open to suggestions and I'm not even a little bit kidding. Comment away.
Mailbox in the club? Check.Just think of the postcards we could send.
