Hot Tubs and Plastic Explosive Bannanas
Had a good time out in Ajax yesterday. It's family can't beat that. Of all things my nephew's request for a Birthday dinner was: pancakes (bannana and chocolate chip)and breakfast sausages. Go figure. I gave him some comic books for collecting purposes which he liked. Then we had more food. Marble cake, and then lemon sherbert was forced upon me. Then Karen, Jen, Ainsleigh, and I went into the hot tub. And.... wow! I have quickly become a fan of this contraption. Also it was sort of a nice moment for me because it was the first time in two years I have been IN water. With the surgeries and all it was never really possible. The last time I think was when I was vacationing in Southern Spain, which was the summer of 2002. A long time anyway. I've missed it. A shower is just not the same thing. I guess I'll be making the most of swimming in the Florida for sure. Afterwards we somehow, despite the massively filling food, were still hungry. I guess 1 1/2 hour and plus in the hot tub with the heat and the jets worked up an appetite somehow. So for the first time in like... ever... when Ainsleigh in her typical fashion said "I'm hungry" at a late hour, her comment was actually entertained and we ordered Pizza and rented Stuck on You, which was actually nice. Farrelly brothers are finally growing up or getting soft. Or both.
It was funny I realized last night that despite how often I sort of feel alone and all, I never feel that way when I'm with family. I guess that sort of deserves a big "duh," but still.... I just always find myself so happy when I'm with family, and can't help but thinking "This is what life is all about." Which in turn can sometimes makes me wish I had someone to add to the family, but all in good time. And I just love the kids so much. They and the rest of the family just fill me up with so much joy, and peace, and contentness (not a word, I know) that it almost feels bizarre that I feel that way. I mean that in a way it sometimes seems to be too much to ask of life to be content, and when I do have those content moments it's like I'm violating some sort of natural order :) Okay... bit of a tangent there, sorry....
As for this morning I had to go the American Consulate, where they are ridiculous with secuirty. They told me I couldn't come in with my bag, or my bottle of water (which they did not specify on their website). I had to walk two blocks to get to a Greyhound station with a locker that I had to rent to put my bag in. I guess they're aware of Aquafine nitro glycerin or anthrax or something. Oh, and the best part was the guard made one woman give up her bannana. The guy next to me sort of annoyingly asked the guard if he wasn't been a bit paranoid, and the guard says: "Can you be sure that's really a bananna?" And the guys says: "I think I can say with fair amount of certainity it is." The guards response: "It could be plastic explosives." Gotta love the Americans, and the bullshit paranoia they spew compliments of 9/11. I mean no disrespect to 9/11, I don't want to undermine that in any way, it just really disturbs me that the American government does undermine it by taking advantage of it and justifying all sorts of absurd behaviour, regulations, etc, through it. But don't tell my Dad about this rant. Being a fairly new converted American, he would probably cut me off.
Oh, stopped by at HMV and found this new CD by a group called Keane. They are actually really good.
It was funny I realized last night that despite how often I sort of feel alone and all, I never feel that way when I'm with family. I guess that sort of deserves a big "duh," but still.... I just always find myself so happy when I'm with family, and can't help but thinking "This is what life is all about." Which in turn can sometimes makes me wish I had someone to add to the family, but all in good time. And I just love the kids so much. They and the rest of the family just fill me up with so much joy, and peace, and contentness (not a word, I know) that it almost feels bizarre that I feel that way. I mean that in a way it sometimes seems to be too much to ask of life to be content, and when I do have those content moments it's like I'm violating some sort of natural order :) Okay... bit of a tangent there, sorry....
As for this morning I had to go the American Consulate, where they are ridiculous with secuirty. They told me I couldn't come in with my bag, or my bottle of water (which they did not specify on their website). I had to walk two blocks to get to a Greyhound station with a locker that I had to rent to put my bag in. I guess they're aware of Aquafine nitro glycerin or anthrax or something. Oh, and the best part was the guard made one woman give up her bannana. The guy next to me sort of annoyingly asked the guard if he wasn't been a bit paranoid, and the guard says: "Can you be sure that's really a bananna?" And the guys says: "I think I can say with fair amount of certainity it is." The guards response: "It could be plastic explosives." Gotta love the Americans, and the bullshit paranoia they spew compliments of 9/11. I mean no disrespect to 9/11, I don't want to undermine that in any way, it just really disturbs me that the American government does undermine it by taking advantage of it and justifying all sorts of absurd behaviour, regulations, etc, through it. But don't tell my Dad about this rant. Being a fairly new converted American, he would probably cut me off.
Oh, stopped by at HMV and found this new CD by a group called Keane. They are actually really good.