Finally Fucking Friday

And it's about 0 deg. right now. ARGHH

Went to the comedy night yesterday and was pleasantly surprised. As usual, Tristin was a standout but the newbie to the scene really brought it, and I was very impressed. I won't write too much on it (cuz you'll have to read my article later! haha!) but the night involved making obscene comments regarding a poor battered gold pan and bashing tourists. A pair of Japanese girls left after the 'shorro' comment...yeah...oh and probably after the 'Japanese like concieving under the Northern Lights' comment too... There's an art show at Arts Underground tonight, opens at 5pm--I'd go, hell it's free food & free culture. Win-win!


As for that change I've been desperately hoping for? Yet to come. Why is it that bad things seem to rush you, take you unaware and mercilessly destroy you, when good things take their time, don't show up, or disappoint you again.

Oh, the tyranny of life!

If you liked 'Into The Wild'...

A small shill for another good book--but for a reason-my old prof from college wrote it!

Fatal Tide: When the Race of a Lifetime Goes Wrong, a book- length dramatization of the events of the 2002 Fundy Race and the larger consequences for the international world of adventure sports.

Written by David Leach, professor and managing editor of Explore Magazine. His style is very reminiscent of Jon Krakauer, and the stories are compelling and earnest. I think these types of stories, man vs. nature, man vs. wild, man vs. himself are always relevant particularly now, when nature seems so far removed from us. Also, people are always doing dangerous sports, events. In the news today, a man died attempting to climb Mt. Everest without oxygen in the 'Danger Zone' and predictably died of hypothermia and lack of oxygen. Like Jon's protagonist in Into The Wild, he refused assistance in the form of a team member offering him oxygen when he noticed the Calgary man was in dire straits.

These kinds of warning tales never seem to stop. But they make a great read anyways...

"It was a perfect morning for a walk in the park, you had to agree. And a damn fine day for a race."

Fatal Tide, by David Leach

Is it really worth it?

Aaandd.. Blogger deleted my entire post.

It was a good rant. Sigh.

I am too good to be somebody's office slave, it is not worth living here if you get out of it less than you put in. It is also too expensive.

We did not go to school to be secretaries. DID not. Sorry, not entitlement as I know we all have to start somewhere and go somewhere, but I'm not getting trapped as somebody's office slave ANY LONGER.

Gardening?

My house, which is lovely, came with a not-so-lovely back yard. The front is nice, albeit with tons of gravel from the driveway still littering the lawn, but the back? Looks like someplace Chucky and Freddie and all those loveable horror stars would hang out, someplace near the compost container put the wrong way and the creepy ass structure with rusting railway spikes, metal bars and rusting rebar.

What to do, what to do?

Apparently much of the Yukon has yards like mine. Hideous things, with scraps of weeds struggling to survive amongst the clay dirt and gravel. My yard is approx. 70% gravel, 25% clay dirt, and 5% sand. No grass to really speak of...So people tend to give up, pack it with gravel and park boats in their yards, back or front. Tacky as hell.

So, I decided to focus on what I *can* change. I have raised planters, so my friends who are wonderful and competent gardeners came over to assist me with my yard renovations.

I planted lettuce, peppermint, potatoes and a strawberry plant! We fixed up the planters and even attempted a bit of gardening where the humongous propane tank lurks...yeah, try beautifying that!! We got the seed potatoes from Cdn. Tire, and a note to those starting seedlings-do NOT buy from Cdn Tire. Go to the big Sunflower place by the church on the Alaska Hwy. Cdn Tire seeds will not sprout.

As for the yard? Got some helpful ideas, like a bunch of cedar mulch covering everything, perhaps a small wishing well to hide the ugly drainage hole..maybe some camouflage fencing for the propane tank and plant camouflage for Chucky's playhouse of horror.

Just have to get rid of those spikes & rebar...eeeesh.

Sun is now going down after 11...and I am having a really tough time sleeping! Ack!

Ps. that change I was yearning for? Might be coming. Soon!!~

Appreciation Day!

First I will voice my appreciation for those interesting candies of yesterday. They were great, the food high-point of my day! I ended up trying the Bassett's Sherbet Fountain and man, as someone who absolutely detests black liquorice, I loved that candy! Yum yum. The fizzy powder you dip the black liquorice dip-stick into just goes so well, even the slightly bitter, woody taste sort of balances the sweet fizz.

The only bummer? Mine was stale (hence the on sale part) and the dip stick broke off, and when I went for the rest still inside the powder & paper tube, I yanked it so hard it came flying out, along with a good quantity of white sherbet powder. On my laptop. Grrr..suspicious white cocaine-like powder liberally coating the keys! Ohh well, it was messy but tasty.

And now for an alternate focus:

It is nice to feel appreciated at work. Even if you are under a large workload, you will always work your ass off for a boss who appreciates you. Who says 'Thank You' and not just a curt, cursory, thanks- in an email.

I have had hard-ass bosses, who made it clear they did not tolerate any shit. I strove to work my hardest for them, because their compliments were hard-won and sometimes a long time coming, but they were so genuine.

I have also had bosses that made it clear the thought a monkey could do your job, and you are only a warm body with half a brain, if that. Even when it's clear they don't know how to transfer a phone call, or make you do minutes for large meeting a week after they proclaim that 'no plebes are to attend this meeting' after they find out how hard and boring it is. (emphasis and exaggeration are mine. You get the idea)

Yeah. No.

Appreciation shows an employee you consider them valuable. Appreciation means that when an employee gets fired, they don't delete every file off their computer just to screw you over.

An employee who does not feel appreciated either by words or kind gestures will never go out of their way to help out a company or association. They will not go the extra mile. They will be surly about the company when not at work. They will be two-faced, unhappy and bitter. They will never share with coworkers, nor will they open up and feel comfortable at work. They will job-hunt while at work and go to interviews at lunch. And they will never feel bad about it. EVER.

Are you willing to take that kind of risk? Please, treat people nicely. We are or once were plebians and hoi polloi at some point in our lives.

I have to add, this is rampant at any sort of size workplace. I worked at a large (50+) person office at the absolute lowest rung and felt so appreciated and welcomed, it was really tough leaving! I left for an unrelated matter, moving provinces, but really missed them.

On the other hand, I have worked in tiny (-10) person offices and been miserable. Go figure.

Candy Review!

As a pick-me-up, and because I had some 'free' money in my hot little hands, I trotted down to Paradise Alley, a touristy shop that sells some gourmet food and candies. The money I had was 'Murdoch Money,' dollar bills you get when you spend ridiculous amounts at Murdoch's Gem Shop. I had a whopping $14 (and boy, you do not want to know how much actual dough I spend to get that) and was eager to spend spend spend!

As an aside, I always found free money harder to spend than my own. It seems to have strings attached, like, why waste it on this, or that, or whatever guilt trip your boyfriend lays on you re-free $$.

But I was in the mood for some weird candy. I bought: A bag of incredibly stale, chalky and bloomed chocolate, a sherbet fountain by Barratt (thought Bassett's did them..weird) and 5 powdery cubes of that old chestnut, Turkish Delight.

I am onto the chocolate, which appears to have formerly been high-end but is now a factory reject due to it's age. It is stale, but has a nice, rich filling. I don't know if I would buy it again (well, who am I kidding. I eat baking chocolate when desperate)..but still..

Turkish Delight feels unusually firm. Like a gummy candy. I grab a pink dusted cube and chomp down, and you know? It's actually pretty good. Minimal lipstick taste, firmer but chewier and more substantial and less doughy. Good deal!

My Bassett's (turns out Bassett's does make them, they are a liquorice-fizzy powder sweet, British) is yet to come, I haven't tried it yet but it is just fascinating the heck out of me. Hmmm...review to come!

Snafu is a snafu

To celebrate May 2-4 and get hell out of our dreary grinding work-a-day existence, we went camping with friends to Snafu Lake, about 1-1.5hrs out of Whitehorse. The road is on the road to Atlin, so pretty bumpy and not paved once you get out there.

We arrived at about 3pm and my buddies had a good campfire going. My friends themselves looked incredibly rough though, I could tell the night before had been a 'rager, despite their assurances that it was pretty chill. We cruised around the campsite, visiting others, checking out the outhouse facilites (not bad), the lake still slushy with unmelted ice and snow.

We wandered out to the 'Green Valley' which unfortunately was littered with beer cans and bottles. Disgusting! Nice view though. My partner and I vowed to come back the next day and clean up the bottles, and we did. Good karma for us.

Once night fell (12am) and the campfire raged, things started getting pretty insane. There must have been at least 50 people there, at times I had no idea where anyone I actually knew was. Most of the campsite invaders were young 'tweenagers' about 17 or so, and drunk on their own sense of incredible stupidity.

I saw, what I charitably described to a friend, 'the ugliest person in the world' who was pockmarked and riddled with tweenybopper acne pustules. That wasn't it though, it was the lip-smacking, nonsensical chewing, staggering, blinking and weaving that did it for me. I was describing this young 'man' (yeah, didn't think it was a man, but whatev') and in the middle of my description he grabbed a raw hotdog and crammed it in his mouth, turned to my friend and I and started chewing messily, chunks of cheese-filled 'dog falling from his opened maw. It was hideous. Ugliest person ever.

Oh and I was also witness to this bit of frivolity around the campfire. A large, frat-boy type was sitting in a lawn chair, drunk. His drunk 'Iago' type friend (small, weaselly and drunk) snuck behind him and pulled the chair out from under the Moose. Moose went down with a pretty big crash and it was fucking hilarious! He got mad at Iago, and chased Iago away from the fire.

Iago was not to be ignored! He snuck back and started messing with Moose's chair again, causing Moose to leap up clumsily and throw the chair at Iago. He then chased Iago around a tree, where Iago found the machete. Iago grabbed the machete and menaced Moose with it.

I was like, oh JESUS. My quick-thinking friend, Meri, hopped up and snatched it from Iago's sneaky fingers. Phew. I was picturing machete wounds all 'round the fire...

And a possible Darwin award for those two? Only time will tell! I just couldn't believe the retarded male-posturing that went on, simulated fights, yelling, boorish behaviour. Well, I had a good time until I went to bed with my partner (back of our car) and some 'wit' decided to shine a flashlight into our window at 4am, saying they were the 'cops'. Yeah, scared the fuck out of me to sense this, I banged on the window, woke my partner up, and then we calmed down.

Heard some girl screaming 'don't do this, don't do this' to a guy, who was then yelling, 'go back to your fucking camp, Atlin or whatever'.// ???

Hm. Well, with youngsters the fun or violence never stops!

And I was sober the entire time, recovering from a hangover from the night before.

Optimism

I just read a very interesting column by Margaret Wente, the Globe and Mail's somewhat contentious columnist. She discussed the downfalls of optimism, and how sometimes pessimists are really the more realistic ones. She states that she is a pessimist, and usually pessimists get the bad rap. They are disloyal, depressing, out of touch.

In reality, sometimes a person doesn't have the opportunity to use 'positive thinking' or 'The Secret' to change their lives. Positive thinking can assist but also mislead. Pessimism isn't equated with negative thinking, but in many peoples lives, it is the exact same thing.

How about this; people who are pessimistic are more realistic. Positive thinking isn't the beam of intense laser that will automatically change everything--that's the kind of thinking that got us into this Recession.

And I'll share, of course, my own pessimistic outlook for today. Sad that I was so forthright, but hey, it fucking worked.

I applied for and got an interview for a super interesting job. I didn't tell anyone I had applied, and didn't tell anyone I rocked the interview. Today I found out I didn't get the job, even though they did like me. Now, due to my pessimistic forward-thinking, I don't have to tell anyone it blew up in my face, again.

Pessimistic? Win-win, I say.

Fuck, this year has been absolutely brutal for rejection.

Don't. Keep. Me. Hanging.

Seeing as how this blog is a forum/vehicle for my ramblings, I have a comment to make.

If/when you apply for a job, swing an interview, rock the interview, and ask the interviewer when you might expect a phone call with THE NEWS, and they say 'oh, Friday' NEVER believe them. Friday is the grand brush-off. The royal blow off. Friday is the day they say when they are getting rid of you. You will not hear from them by Friday, or Monday, or Tuesday. You *might* hear from them by Wednesday the next week if you are lucky, and it will be to say they meant to call you and no, you didn't get the job.

Say the interview is on Tuesday and they say, Friday you will hear...Nope. That's it. They are blowing you off in the nicest way possible in their minds. In your mind, that is a whole bunch of days you are on tiptoes, hoping beyond hope that maybe they forgot, or were sick, or took a long vacation, or, or, or...NO. It is simply inexcusable to keep a sad little job hoping applicant WAITING for that freaking long. Didn't get the job? Tell me straight up. That way I can stop letting that evil bastard, hope out of my heart and settle down to the ordinary stuff like being depressed and annoyed.

Sigh..another week, another week of disappointment. Something's gotta change, right? I am waiting for my change.

Candy Review!

On a whim, I picked up a bag of Campino's new gummy yogurt candies. They looked positively delicious and I don't even really like gummies that much, or, Campinos either.

They were pretty interesting, texture was a hearty little chew 'made with real yogurt' and the flavour was not as deep and lasting as a hard-boiled original. I wasn't a huge fan of the flavour, just felt it wasn't as quality as it could be, but my friend ate one and said it was quite similar to the boiled sweets, so...maybe just my tongue!

They were not cheap, $2.99 from Shoppers Drug Mart, but if you're in the mood for something interesting, go for it.

--Another review, lucky you!--

Vitamins+ were on sale, so I snatched up a Wildberries+Probiotics. Dark chocolate with berries and lactobifidus? Win-win!
As with the last Vitamins+, it was terribly stale and the chocolate was bloomed with a fine sheen of chalk. It tasted ok though, seems like this bar does better stale than the Vitamins+Minerals, milk chocolate with mojito flavouring.
They are still hawking it as a 'health product' and no, I am not stupid enough to believe that I should eat one per day...12g of your daily fats. Yikes.

They were on for $.99 at Shoppers Drug Mart, so not bad. Originally they are around $1.50 or so.

Camping?

People do that a lot out here. Up in Copper Ridge (govt. worker suburbia) each house is neatly accompanied by a camper/truck and trailer. Not only is it the American Dream to hitch up your trailer and drive to the Last Great Frontier, it is also a Canadian Dream, apparently. But you have to be living here already.

If you are younger, maybe not quite as stable as the govt. folks...you camp out by the lakes - Snafu, or maybe the Carcross desert. With shabby tents that leak water or sand, bottles of booze and a fire, what more could you want?

(I'm not much of a camping person, every time seems worse than the last...and no amount of alcohol can make me forget it!)

And I know someone (older and established) who just bought a brand-new truck and trailer to begin their Great Voyage. Hmmm must be comfortable with debt loads as well as camping!

Here's hoping this shit weather warms up to at least 'normal'. Jesus.

Her Last Death

Memoir by Susanna Sonnberg.

I read a review of this a year or so ago, and was pretty happy to see it at the Whitehorse Library. An interesting cover, a young woman wearing black heels too big for her and a velour pink frilled skirt. A childlike cover, possibly to show how the young 'Susy' emulated her mother, to the point of extreme duress at times, even as an so-called adult.

Girls always fight with their mothers. That's a given. What they don't usually do is share intimate, personal details about their sex lives with their mothers, or share a hit of coke off a framed photo of them together. That's where Susanna's memoir deviates strongly from our lives.

Our mothers don't lie about having cancer, or about a rape. They don't spend all their cash on coke, clothes and flowers. They don't have 'back problems' real or imagined that lead to a lifetime dependency on narcotics, illegal and legal.

Susanna is privileged, wealthy and yet emotionally a poor redheaded stepchild. Her claims of partying with the rich and famous who remain unnamed seem a bit unbelieveable, like one of her mother's crazy and ridiculous tales. Maybe the author embellished a bit on the wild lifestyles, but it's her life--we couldn't possibly begin to imagine living it.

This book is lavish, tons of descriptions, details and events. The writing is lush and pulls the reader along from sadness to glee; loving mother, hating mother, ambivalent mother, abusive mother.

The book achieves a very lofty goal--make us care about someone who proclaimed to have a glamorous lifestyle and possess a sort of wealth. It is much easier to care about the hard-luck story, the poor child, the broke parent.

Go and pick it up. Might illumate your own life, for a firefly minute.

I like kids, but I don't think I could eat a whole one

In the dubious honour of mother's day yesterday, I would like to mention to others that Whitehorse is a very child-friendly place.

Almost too friendly, if the title statement may apply to you, as it might to myself. They are at art openings, crawling on the floor, protruding not yet born from bulging bellies, hoisted in their artist parent's arms while he is making a speech. The only other place I have seen more babies/pregnant women/strollers/toddlers was Spain, where they swarmed the streets and blocked narrow roads. They were worse than those dangerous mopeds that cut pedestrians off in front of hostels.

Curiously, Whitehorse is also very dog-friendly. Connection? Maybe. I am afraid of dogs but more afraid of babies.
And I think dogs are cuter even.

Coming from someone who, while at a nice brewpub/restaurant in Alaska, was almost seated near a child or baby (can't remember, all look the same). The hostess was edging us closer and I was edging away and then I said, I prefer to not sit near children. No prob! We trotted on over to a more appropriate adult table, near the beautiful stone fireplace. PHew.

But hey, some people might be seriously offended by that. Let them. I will not willingly go near a baby/child/toddler until they are old enough to speak like adults and not yard-apes or aliens (usually around age 12, which is ok).

I say, offended parents should really be more concerned about adults who love children. Love them so much they engage in inappropriate acts. Adults who do not like children will not cause them harm, simply put.

So, if you like babies, Whitehorse is a great place to raise them. If you don't like babies, Whitehorse can be annoying at times. There are ways to avoid them though, so no worries!

Work it Out

As I was forcing myself up yet another flight of the deadly Black St. stairs, I though, why do I do this?

It honestly can't be fun, huffing and puffing up a 200+ flight of iron stairs only to turn around and bandy-legg it back down again. But every lunch hour, if I don't have something better to do like grocery shopping or going to the library, if the weather is nice out, if I brought my workout clothes and runners...I'll head out to torture myself willingly.

(if the stars are aligned just so...if we are having an eclipse...if my hair is behaving itself..if it's not windy)

I'm almost, well actually quite, ashamed to say I do it so I can see improvement in my body. I want muscles, I want to be fit. I also feel that low-lying pressure of 'weight' that I am sure all girls/women feel. A revelation for me was when I was grumbling about how my jelly belly wasn't obeying the confines of jean waistbands when a friend, far thinner than myself, joined in the self-loathing. I was flabbergasted. People smaller than myself feel the pressure? Feel the cut of underwear into their flab thighs and bums, the gouge of a muffin-top overflowing tight pants, even if it's just in their heads?

It's so very insidiuous, this self-hate. One minute you're loving yourself in the mirror, naked with a rockin' body before a shower, then you're examining your legs for early signs of varicose veins and 'cankles.' Or cellulite. Or whatever.

We're not 13, or 15 or hell, 19 anymore. Why fight ourselves? I do tell myself this, but man, it's tough. And I am not a large individual.

Everyone feels this way, which totally shocked me. You can't really escape it, but you can deal with it. It's nice to know you're not alone in your masochistic workouts, or guilty Wine Gum candy sessions.

Keep on keeping on! (oh but I do recommend getting into a good workout routine..it does help the brain recognize you need those large thighs for running!)

Klondyke Dental

Gouge, scrape, pick, hack, scrape, gouge...OUCH.

That's pretty much how my latest dental experience went. My poor poor gums are still swollen and aching from the 'adventure'. And jesus it was painful!

I went because I was concerned about my left molars and/ or jaw area which ached something fierce one afternoon. Booked a Dr's appt, then dentist. All clear at the Dr's, so I trotted off for a 2 hr torture session at the dentist to determine the cause. I had my teeth cleaned, which was probably the most pain I have ever had at a dentist that didn't include a root canal or intense deep fillings (both of which I have had). Holy fuck!

I swear to god, I looked up and saw blood reflected on the shiny instrument of evil. In my eye it looked like those hideous hook things on the cover of Hostel, covered in blood, MY blood. I was tasting tin and swallowing it.

I flinched, squirmed and battled with my tongue. I am also proud to say I didn't start crying until the hygienist pinched my tongue tendon.

My mouth filled with blood and when I chanced a glimpse at the bib thingy, it was spattered with it. The hygienist felt bad, I felt worse. My left molar is still aching and you know what? The dentist gave me an absolute clean bill of health--I had two types of X-rays done, teeth and one for my jaw. Hmm..now why is my jaw still aching...probably from having it open for 2 hours!

$308.00 and an advil later...

grumble.

Well, at least jaw arthritis isn't showing up and I don't have cavities.

Workplace Consideration

Now, I've sat on my hands long enough.

Here's a small thing that has been chafing me since I sat down during my lunch hour to cover the people that drift out the door, leaving the office empty.

Please DO NOT just assume, oh well, "someone" will be there to handle it. That lucky "someone" is me, the office monkey, 9 times out of 10.

Also, due to the enormous privilege of being the lowest-paid office monkey, I also have the honour of being first in line for the weirdos, the drunks, the people who want someone to bitch at about some random thing that I have no idea about. Also, people feel the need to inform me about their 'great idea' that of course, being the office monkey, I should jump to implement ASAP!!

pfft. Here's a small example; I go for lunch at 12, someone else leaves at 12:30. During that time, the door is locked and the office is empty. That 2nd person never leaves a 'going to lunch, back at ..." note. Guess who gets bitched at when they get back? Oh wait, here's a great idea. How about YOU leave a note when you go for lunch? Why is that MY responsibility? When I leave BEFORE you? BULLSHIT.

Finding it harder to be nice. Bonus: Office Vulture is gone! Halleleujah! No more answering questions when they were directed to ME, no more fucking hovering over me like a carrion-eater sniffing around a dead zebra. Ah, no more doing his work, no more getting blamed for his stupidity problem, no more listening to bizarre personal calls...
Downside? Now I do the Vulture's job. Well, now I know how much he did exactly. And trust me, this Vulture was exceptionally good about 'delegating' aka, I do the work...so there isn't a huge workload increase above what I was already in charge of. Interesting. It just sucks to have 2X work and ...pay +?? nope.
Now...to improve job to point whre one feels appreciated. Not gonna happen.

Weakerthans!!!

" and hears the price of gas repeat his phrase...i hate winnipeg"

The Weakerthans are finishing up their Rolling Tundra Review tour with buds the Constantines. We attended the Yukon Art Gallery show last night, and they are performing at the bar Coasters tonight. I anticipate the bar show will be a lot livelier but hey, the sit-down crowd wasn't too shabby last night either. They were offering earplugs though. Kind of wussy...

The Constantines brought it hard and fast. They rocked from song to song, only pausing to break it up with a slow number after about 6-7 numbers. Highlight? When John K. Samson of the Weakerthans stepped in to take lead vocals for a song. It was amazing! Constantines were high energy, although not much stage presence and kind of danced like poorly-strung marionettes. Oh well, the music was more than pumped and brash, a great sound to start the work week.

A short intermission (everyone had a drink in their eager paws) and the Weakerthans stepped up without any prima donna waiting games. They curiously began with a song from their newest album, where I was expecting something from a bit later, to work the crowd up. Oh well.

Samson was in fine form, with his nasal-but-awesome voice. He had quite the backup, even had Rusty Matyas on keyboard, trumpet and some backup vocal and guitar. Rusty really looked like a rusty, he was wearing rust coloured flared pants circa 1970, a powder-blue button down that was too tight in the midsection and a bald spot. Very indie chic or maybe 'retro dad' chic.

Samson was drinking red wine throughout and there wasn't really any drunk rockstar moments. Highlight of the show? It would be hard to pick just one...I liked hearing from their new album, Reunion Tour but hearing the old stuff from Reconstruction Site, and others was awesome. Their lyrics are something to behold.

They crowd-pleased, Samson was the only one talking but definitely charismatic. Rusty and another band member duelled guitars briefly.

And..they brought the classics; Pamphleteer, A Plea from a cat named Vesper, One Great City...it was allll good!

What's your fav. Weakerthans song?

Carmacks?

Went on an interesting little road trip on Sunday. We stopped at the Braeburn 'cinnamon buns as big as your head' world-famous pit stop and indeed, those 'buns are as big as your head and pretty much as expensive. $9/each! Good but a bit on the stale side. Oh well...

We ended up in Carmacks, which seems like a pretty little nowhereseville town. A very brand-new school, some ancient offices painted a light '70's green, a house. I think there are 2 restaurants (a record for a 'community'!!) and a building euphemistically referred to as a hotel. All right on the river, cute.

It seems pretty far from Whitehorse, about 2.5hrs but the road is very good, only one tire-losing monster pothole to worry about. We also saw a very cute fox on the way. Hello Mr. Renard!

To sum up; Braeburn is kind of far for cinnamon buns...they are huge..but expensive..kind of stale..oh well! It was a gorgeous day for a road trip.

It's too nice outside

To work. ARghhhh, finally great weather and my ass is stuck indoors. Boo!!

I enjoyed a great jog along the river yesterday, along the 'Millennium Trail' about a 3km job, not strenuous but pretty good.

It's too nice out to be here! Oh and enjoy this, really made my day: http://www.barnmice.com/profiles/blogs/show-jumping-rabbits-competing

So adorable, and hinging on my post of last, totally appropriate!

Enjoy!