Pussy Cat Dolls Upset

I can't believe I care in the slightest. I can't tell you anything about the Pussy Cat Dolls, but I can tell you how I feel about their latest choice. How did this happen? How did the Search for the Next Pussy Cat Doll suck me in?
The strangest thing to me is that I'm disappointed in the outcome. I think they made the wrong choice. It is strange to me because I've never considered buying their CD in the past, I wouldn't buy their CD now and I wouldn't have bought their CD if they had a different new face in the band. They just don't interest me in the slightest. And yet, I'm disappointed.
For those who don't know, it came down to three: Melissa R, Chelsea, and Asia. For the record, I would have chosen Melissa R. because she was all round the 'hottest'. In second place, for me, was Chelsea. She was clearly the most talented.
Wow, I meant that. Weird.
Anyways, the finale was far more interesting than the drumming the Canucks took in the opening game of round 2.

Air Travel

I'll readily admit that I like the current state of airline meals, or
rather the lack thereof. I can't recall any great meals on a plane and were
they offering two prices (with and without meals), I would opt for the
lower fare every time.
What isn't working for me is the headset deal. I have a collection of
headsets from various airlines. Each has been kept with the intention of
reusing them. Each with more and less success.
I appreciate that asking us to bring our own saves both cost and cuts down
on our already massive environmental footprint. But why can't they just
reuse them. I don't need a new set. Is it a paranoid hygiene issue? I say
let anyone who has a big issue with the used headset buy a new one or
bring their own.

GSP Goes Down

I still can't believe that George St Pierre, sometimes known simply as GSP, lost to Matt Serra. Now, I'm not saying, not even for a moment, that I would even remotely consider the notion of getting into the octagon with Matt the Terra Serra. I don't care how much reach advantage or weight advantage I may have. And if I say he just isn't in the same class as GSP, I still recognize that he is a world class fighter. On the other hand, I am a pussy. So, please understand that I have a great deal of respect and admiration for the fighting skills of Matt Serra.
But how could that little washed up, second tier shrimp do it?
Kudos to you Matt Serra. You just made the UFC that much more interesting. And it was already interesting.
I was down at the local pub with a few friends to watch the match and before the undercard began the place was full. Not since Tyson, has boxing seen that kind of interest.

Signs

Warning: Jane and Lucy please note that despite the following entry's positive view on children, I am well aware of the joy of temporary visits. We (despite Donna's apparent weakness for 9 year old girls) aren't softening. There are no kids in our future. Well at least not ours anyway. In fact it looks like there will be a lot of kids in our future. Enough I'm sure.
You see lately, it seems that every couple around us is pregnant or trying to get pregnant. All except one, but I'll come to that.
Thankfully, this recent pregnancy affliction doesn't seem to be contagious. It's kind of exciting though. We had friends over recently with their newly adopted little one and he was adorable. He cried only once and we were given ample warning from his mother. "As soon as this bottle is done, he'll start crying."
I wanted to comfort him - to let him know that feeling never goes away. That to this day I need to suppress that same urge when, say, the ice cream carton, or the Pringle tube, or the lasagna tray have nothing left to give. I suppose that wouldn't be much comfort though. Especially at his age.
Well anyway, before I knew it he was distracted and forgotten that the bottle was empty. He returned to the smiley face drunken midget he had been a few minutes earlier. All was well again and soon he was put to bed.
Now truth be told, it would seem that not every mother in our life would see us a good parents. As I alluded to earlier, we have a friend who has stopped trying. Is on a trying hiatus so to speak. You see, for reasons of her own, she doesn't want either a Scorpio child nor a Capricorn child. Too many other birthdays, she said. Too many other festivities, she said. Nothing whatsoever to do with Donna and I being both a Scorpio and a Capricorn.
So a word of warning to those other women. You are playing with fire. You've been trying right through the Scorpio - Capricorn window. You could end up with a kid like Donna or me. Or even Claudio Lopez.

Me? Golfing?

I went golfing and I have to say I kind of liked it. I went with a friend who is a pretty good golfer and a funny guy. Without his advice it would have been a lot longer round than it was and without his humour it would have seemed a lot longer than it was. In the end, it turned out to be a nice walk with an interesting distraction along the way.
What I didn't realize going into the endeavour - we wouldn't be golfing alone. I mean it is one thing to be an idiot firing balls off into the woods in front of a buddy. It is another thing to invite strangers to witness.
Actually, truth be told, I couldn't care if people thought I sucked. You see, I do suck, so they shouldn't be misled. No, I was actually worried that my shortcomings would slow the group down too much and they would get pissed off. Turns out 2 hours and 30 minutes is not the average marathon time any more than par applies to middle age men showing up to 9 hole courses as singles. I could have been a whole lot worse and still not dragged them down too badly.

Settled In

It's been nearly two months now and we've completely settled in. We are a few pictures shy of completion. Well ... besides the garage. It's kind of funny how close the word garage is to garbage. And it certainly is a dumping ground for us.