Fluttering
Registration is pissing me off.
Well, the weekend at Uncle Tim in Scugog (Beautiful name btw... I think it's Italian) was funtastic. Imagine me, fishing! I know! Hilarious right? I saw cranes and a loon and some osprey... but no fish, unfortunately. Oh well, I felt guilty hooking the worms. I kept apologizing and thanking them for their sacrifice, etc etc. So now Tim and Courtney both think I'm crazy.
Or... at least their ponderings have been confirmed.
And speaking of Courtney, she was surpringly cool. We used Tim's air-rifle to shoot at a picture of the Back Street Boys. Who says our youth is de-sensitized? And she gave me a pic of Lindsay Lohan. I lub my cousin!
And I went tubing. That was quite the adventure.
My face is red and dry, which is odd as it was quite cloudy.
We watched Boogeyman, which is one of the worst movies I've seen in a long time, and Team America: World Police which was slightly funny and very dirty. Definitely not a movie to watch while sitting next to your grandfather.
I found my uncle's yearbook. He graduated the same year as my mom, so I checked out her little quote, what-have-you.
Kelley Costigan.
After decoding all the weird little abreviations (I.e. PP = Pet Peeve), I found out that her nickname (or NN) was The Coz. Then I noticed that her IM (or, Ideal Mate) was described as very tall, dark, and handsome. For some reason, that little 'very' stuck out for some reason...
So I continued reading...
And then, while scanning a random chap's entry, a random chap named Joe Clark (weird eh), and I noticed that the description of his ideal mate (or IM) was simply "The Coz."
Sparks went off, and that's when my innocent readings turned to sleuthing!
Immediately I remembered the very tall reference and did what any good sociopath like me would do... I flipped to the basketball team page.
Sure enough, there was Joe Clark!
And that's when my uncle walked in. I inquire, "Oh, my earnest uncle, do you perchance recall a chap named Joe Clark, back in your days of school?"
To which he replies, "Yeah, he and your mom were quite the item."
I was mortified.
Why?
Well, I guess I had just supposed that my parents had been married since childhood. An arranged-marriage, sort of thing.
Shows what I know.
Apparently he still lives in Oakville. Maybe he'll come into Licks. Then the question will come up, if he does, should I reveal my true identity? It could be interesting.
My mom didn't go to prom, and I know that he married a cheer leader named Marla in their graduating class, and I know that their break-up wasn't on good terms...
I wonder...
Unfortunately us Brays are a secretive bunch.
It has its ups and downs.
...And that was the first time I'd even flown a plane!
Well, the weekend at Uncle Tim in Scugog (Beautiful name btw... I think it's Italian) was funtastic. Imagine me, fishing! I know! Hilarious right? I saw cranes and a loon and some osprey... but no fish, unfortunately. Oh well, I felt guilty hooking the worms. I kept apologizing and thanking them for their sacrifice, etc etc. So now Tim and Courtney both think I'm crazy.
Or... at least their ponderings have been confirmed.
And speaking of Courtney, she was surpringly cool. We used Tim's air-rifle to shoot at a picture of the Back Street Boys. Who says our youth is de-sensitized? And she gave me a pic of Lindsay Lohan. I lub my cousin!
And I went tubing. That was quite the adventure.
My face is red and dry, which is odd as it was quite cloudy.
We watched Boogeyman, which is one of the worst movies I've seen in a long time, and Team America: World Police which was slightly funny and very dirty. Definitely not a movie to watch while sitting next to your grandfather.
I found my uncle's yearbook. He graduated the same year as my mom, so I checked out her little quote, what-have-you.
Kelley Costigan.
After decoding all the weird little abreviations (I.e. PP = Pet Peeve), I found out that her nickname (or NN) was The Coz. Then I noticed that her IM (or, Ideal Mate) was described as very tall, dark, and handsome. For some reason, that little 'very' stuck out for some reason...
So I continued reading...
And then, while scanning a random chap's entry, a random chap named Joe Clark (weird eh), and I noticed that the description of his ideal mate (or IM) was simply "The Coz."
Sparks went off, and that's when my innocent readings turned to sleuthing!
Immediately I remembered the very tall reference and did what any good sociopath like me would do... I flipped to the basketball team page.
Sure enough, there was Joe Clark!
And that's when my uncle walked in. I inquire, "Oh, my earnest uncle, do you perchance recall a chap named Joe Clark, back in your days of school?"
To which he replies, "Yeah, he and your mom were quite the item."
I was mortified.
Why?
Well, I guess I had just supposed that my parents had been married since childhood. An arranged-marriage, sort of thing.
Shows what I know.
Apparently he still lives in Oakville. Maybe he'll come into Licks. Then the question will come up, if he does, should I reveal my true identity? It could be interesting.
My mom didn't go to prom, and I know that he married a cheer leader named Marla in their graduating class, and I know that their break-up wasn't on good terms...
I wonder...
Unfortunately us Brays are a secretive bunch.
It has its ups and downs.
...And that was the first time I'd even flown a plane!