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Saturday, March 31, 2007

On Monday, March 26th I turned 31.

To be honest birthdays have never been much of a big deal for me at least not since I moved out on my own. I'm sure when I was younger it was a big deal, I only remember a couple of those birthdays, one when I moved from Saskatoon to Kelowna - I had a big going away/birthday party in grade 5. That was pretty fun. And I remember all too well one before that, I'm not sure how old I turned but I remember putting on a tantrum because my mom wanted to give someone else a chance to be the leader in "follow-the-leader" on my birthday. But other than that I honestly don't remember a whole lot of birthdays. I remember gifts a bit but not the parties.

I'm not much for celebrations especially when they are focused on me. I would much rather receive a quiet "Happy Birthday" from a friend than a big party in my honour. So, this being 31 was really no big deal. 30 was big but 31 is simply just 31. Anyways, it turned out to be a pretty decent day. I spent the day out of the office looking for gag gifts for the 3rd year class and then came home to pretty sweet gift. A brand new espresso machine.

We had this $50 cheap espresso machine that we used daily to make our americanos and cappuccinos but we never new what we were missing. This thing is so nice. The crema on the top of each shot is incredible, I've honestly never tasted a better americano than the ones we make with this machine, and the frother makes the most amazing lattes and cappuccinos. It's so quick and easy to use - all in all I'm pretty happy with it. I guess it's a bit extravegant and more than we really need but we do like our coffee and I can guarentee that this is one appliance that will definately get it's use.

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Fearless?

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

The main reason I don't blog more often is that I am busy. I know that sounds like an excuse but really, my life seems to revolve around two things: my son, Jayden and my work at Bethany College. Since my work is somewhat confidential in nature, all I really have that I can post about is my son. And, while I am a very proud father, I feel that there are only so many people interested in hearing more about my son, and besides, my wife started a blog (just about the time I quit posting), which has plenty of stories about Jayden. Thus, my busy life prevents me from blogging.

In any case, in an effort to keep this thing a bit more current, I am going to blog about my son anyways. And what better to follow my previous post about fear then to talk about how fearless he is.

We have made an effort to keep Jayden from being too afraid of things. So, we introduce him to loud noisy things such as the coffee grinder, mixers, and blenders. We thought he might be concerned about these noises but he doesn't seem to mind much. He just kind of looks until your done and then carries on with his life. Take the vacuum cleaner for instance. We thought it might scare him so we made sure he was on the couch or with one of us when we were vacuuming so that he would be too scared. But he's fearless. The little guy actually pulled a mini-tantrum when he realized he wasn't strong enough to push it without my help.

What a brave little guy... fearless... that is until he met up with a McDonald's Happy Meal toy.


For some reason this little robot dog immediately struck the poor guy with fear. As soon as we wound it up and let it walk towards him with its mechanical grinding and buzzing sounds he shivered and cringed with fear. Who knew a little robot dog would be more frightening than a big noisy vacuum cleaner. Oh well, I guess if I can be afraid of sheep he can be afraid of a McDonald's toy.

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My Fear

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Yes it's been a while - I'm sorry that I never update this thing. I have no excuse. Hope you like the new look though. Okay, now that we are done with the formalities can we move on? ...Good.

Not many people know this about me but I have (what I used to think was) a bit of an odd fear. I have had it for since I was in junior high and I have been mocked for this fear many times even (especially) by my own wife.

I always felt a bit weird about my fear. I kinda thought I was the alone in this fear. That is until I ran across the clip below. Finally, someone has realized how very scary these beasts can be. These awful beasts I am referring too, these animals that have caused me so much terror, are sheep. Yes, that’s right. Sheep. Now I know your thinking that they are such soft, cuddly and innocent animals but that's exactly what they want you to think. Really, they are the most deceptively evil animals I know of.

Let me explain. When I was growing up our neighbours had sheep and every now and then they would break through our fence and get into our laundry hanging outside to dry or into my mom’s garden. I don’t know why but for some reason I had to go out a try and “herd” them back to their own yard. I was scared - they have big heads and they would chase after you with there heads down ready to butt you and you couldn't turn your back on them 'cause then they would have the target they were looking for so you'd just have to face them as they put there heads down and chase after you. Luckily I was able to escape those episodes with my life and I am still here to tell you about it. But those sheep scarred me and to this day I am still afraid of them. Well as it turns out, I'm not alone in this fear. Someone else has realized how frightening these vile beasts can be. If you want to see what I am talking about check out this trailer of the new horror flick called "Black Sheep". But I must warn you, this is a horror movie so there are some disturbing scenes.

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