Country music hurts my head

My friend Catherine came back from Whistler. She'd been there for 2 years and we rocked out come serious friend time last week in Narnia thinking about how we will never move back there again. Cathy was my inspiration about 2 years ago when we ran the Bridge Race in Sarnia. To this day the only thing that has caused me serious pain besides falling off my bike and landing on my not as hard as I thought head.
Cathy being way more ambitious than I has continued the pursuit to greater anareobic health and did a triathalon this weekend and kicked some serious rear. That meaning that she did not get last. That's all that mattered. She did get beat by several 70 year old seriously cut men and a guy with one leg but hey, let's see you guys do it?
Huh Huh?...

Sweet dreams are made of this

Back to school is all the rage.
Walmart says so.

Sketchy Dave

I've been going home a lot lately which has caused me to be a bit nostalgic.
I spent the long weekend hanging out in the rents house totally alone on purpose because all I wanted to do was lay in the pool and soak in some serious cancer causing rays.
It was spectacular.
As I was laying on a floating chair I looked around the backyard reminiscing on all of the memories that were created there.
One main one being an extremely large tree that stands in front of a shed. I remember when I was younger when my dad planted it and sat us all down before we cut the grass in the chosen weekly pattern and told us to make sure that we went around the tree, not through it.
Well, me being the best listener and the least rebellious of us three girls; Darn right I went through it. Cutting off the entire bottom branches of a thriving tree.
Ya, I got whooped bad for that. Plus, grounded from cutting the lawn ever again. From that day on, never cut the grass.
As I sit her typing at work, dude from my work is talking on the phone about some girls boobs. How can he possibly wonder why we call him sketchy Dave?