more gravy, drink it up boys

This weekend (or at least the Saturday) I went Canadian on everyone's ass, as I strolled downtown in the Escort, parked at the usual family parking spot (wink, wink, nudge, nudge, tap finger to nose) and then sashayed myself down to Confederation Park and the entrance to the Canal to take a skate. You have to keep in mind that this jabroni had not been on the canal for at least 5-7 years so I had no idea what to expect. I didn't know if there would be gangs present, or if I would fall through the ice into the frozen waters of the historic canal, only to never be heard from again. In fact, none of that ominous stuff happened and I am here today writing this blog. I will say that it was quite crowded unexpectingly since it was pretty cold and I went at 4 pm. However, expectingly, it was justified in being crowded since it was the first Saturday of Winterlude. One factor did not cancel out the other and the crowded won out. I always go for the underdog but it didn't prevail here.

Anyway, if you saw the dull blades on my skates before starting out on the rough and used up canal surface, you should have seen them after! They looked like butter knives - and not the blade, but the handles! In the second half of my canal skate, I could barely move at all as the blades were just so dulllllll. It served me right as the last time I had sharpened my skates was probably before Bush started his first term and I had done a lot of outdoor rink and arena skating in between. Ok, well, if you know me and what I get up to - yawn VHS yawn - you would call bullshi t on that since I hardly lace up skates, but still, there was that one summer of discontent where I went every Tues night to the Walter Baker to skate amongst the kids and families. I was their hero! I was their Stone Cold Steve Austin.

As I was saying, after dogging the last km of my skate, my rootie-poo candy-ass was craving some fat and sugar. What better place than the Beavertail stand, of which there was one every 500 m, conveniently located for all us jabronis. As luck would have it, the lines thinned out around dinner time since most people do not say, "hey cletus, lets go git us one of d'em Beavr tail thingies before we eats-us our squirrel for dinner." No, they try not to spoil their appetites.

My gain, as I got one quickly and a warm apple cider to go with it and just ate and drank in the middle of the ice. I went home and then turned slightly American and watched some wrestling tapes I had just bought earlier that day. I watched 1994 Royal Rumble with Razor Ramon facing I.R.S., The Hart brothers taking on the Quebecers ("we're not the mounties!") where Owen (RIP) famously turned heal, and the vaunted casket match between Yokozuna and Undertaker, which was hilarious.
Sunday I slept in long, exercised, laundered (clothes not money), organized my mental compartments and tried to do some reading and stuff. Also finished the movie Simon Birch.

Going back to the beginning of the weekend, I had lots of fun at my dad's 70th b-day party, hosted by Jones and FB. Happy B-day dad, what a milestone. You look great too and deserve everything you have today. The event was fun as Heidi put together a wonderful cake, which I appraised at $50. I also schmoozed Francois' parents and got caught up with my nieces.

Coming out of retirement

Ah s hit, hello everyone. It has been ohhhhh too long. I estimate from the 5 people who were at one point tuning in to my blog, there is no one left - one was probably a stranger in the U.S. who had to foreclose on his house and doesn't even have a computer anymore.

Welcome back to my blog. It may be a little more shoot from the lip than the previous version because I am going to have to work hard to bring up my ratings in the blogging world. We all know sex and violence sells so how about some of that? Nah, i can't! I'm the proud uncle of two nieces and one new nephew. Welcome to the big wide world Sacha Phillipe (insert 4-5 middle names) Blouin. But I suppose I can drop some F bombs every now and then. I am in cyberspace and you can't touch dat!
Although I am sure the draconian CRTC is working on that.

To start us off and get you in the right mindset, please view or listen to this youtube clip of the band Boston with their hit Peace of Mind. THis song will get you going in the morning and getting me moving anytime before 10 is a testament to its rhythm.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaR2JeqxQDY

Some of my recent endeavours include getting dumped for no reason, trying my best at work, not caring at all about winter/hockey/the Ottawa Senators, wasting hours on Plenty of Fish with no results, helping in an elementary school, writing scathing letters into newspapers (w/ a low success rate), and eating like an absolute garbage can. To offset this nasty habit, I am doing push-ups and then going down to play squash...against myself. I win every f ucking time! In between squash intervals, I run laps around the small court.It is pathetic. That is called winter time exercise.

Here is my biggest project over the next few days: driving to some guy's twin garage off of Richmond Rd to pick up some wrestling movies. I have dealt with Gary R. before and found him to be most professional, so I don't think he will whack me.





To close, I will say that the return of this blog is based out of self-deprecating humour and just a general Stone Cold Steve Austin attitude towards most aspects of life. Now, can I get a hell yeah?