This is my personal blog, started in the fall of 2007 when I took off on a bike trip down the west coast of North America. That was back when I (arguably) had interesting things to say and worthwhile photos to post. Now that I am not doing anything remotely interesting with my life I am not exactly sure what the purpose of this blog will be beyond wowing you with my extensive vocabulary and incredible whit.


The following disclaimer still applies:

Perhaps it is easiest to state what this site is not to be used for, because really, all else goes. It is not to be used by potential employers creeping on my online profile in order to determine whether I am a suitable candidate (I am and you should hire me) nor any other form of sizing up, especially in comparison to Enid, the blogiest of bloggers. Otherwise, it is no holds barred. So, unleash your politically incorrect comments laden with sexual reference and offensive language. I will do the same. Consider this fair warning and an advanced apology to anyone I might offend.


As does this quip:

It is my hope that this site helps us keep in touch, freeing me from writing tedious mass emails, because quite frankly, I can't be bloggered.

Read on!


Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Double Header

This past weekend was a double header for my mum; not only was it Mothers Day, it was her 60th birthday too. In order to celebrate the beginning of her seventieth (70th!) decade, Graeme, Mike, Dad and I had decided to throw a surprise party in her honour.

Keeping anything from my mum has been a serious challenge over the years. Anyone who knows her, knows that Shirley Greening has a knack for noticing anything out of place and anything out of the ordinary. I don't believe any of us have ever succeeded in pulling a fast one on mission control. At least not until now.

Mike, Robin, Graeme, Rachel and I spent the afternoon preparing the food and prepping Mike's house. By 5:30pm we had about 20 of Mum's friends hiding in Mike's kitchen and bedroom when she unsuspectingly arrived for "dinner." This is what success looks like:

Borrowing from Enid's trove of literary tools (see Enid's acclaimed blog,) I have come up with this equation:

3 boys living out of the house + Dad being given a stern talking to
= ability to pull a fast one on mum




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