Tales From the Milk Drinker

Okay so did i tell you all that I hacked up those two huge trees my neighbor felled for me at the cottage? Well I did and our old orange gas powered chainsaw broke in the process. To save money I'm trying to fix it myself and Kenny is giving me free advice. I'm pumped because I think I'm at the stage of having removed the faulty parts and now I only need to replace them with shiny new ones.

I'm going to buy parts off some guy from the Panneau road in mount Carmel. I talked to him on the phone and this is one man (oddly enough named Johnny Gallant) who gets WAY too excited for some fixin' chainsaws. Everything I told him on the phone made him "OH MAN!" and when I said I'ld come up to buy the parts and he said he had to go to a doctor's appointment so he wouldn't be home he sounded really really disapointed like a little kid who's older siblings awaken after a nap and tell him or her that they've slept a whole year and missed Christmas and Easter.

I don't know where my newfound interest in chainsaws is coming from. Maybe I'm subconsciously trying get one last bit of summer in before I sail away on thursday of next week.

P.S. the dipster is back in town as of later tonight.

Well folks it finally happened. Someone assumed that just because I have a big ass I'm door man material. A local hotel payed yours truely a tidy 75$ to make sure nothing got out of hand a local drunken wedding fest last weekend. I reported for duty wearing the only pair of jeans that fits me anymore and a tight tight black t shirt. They provided the nametag which read "security".

It was a calm night and all I really did was walk around listening for excessively noisey rooms of which there were none. My main duty was standing at the door to the dance and asking people (nicely and if possible comically) to please finish their drinks before they leave because this establishment's liquor license specifies that guests may not roam the hotel with liquor in hand. Almost everyone was compliant and those who weren't recieved no hastle from me - I wan't about to upset the applecart over someone drinking a glass of wine while he/she used the ATM.

Overall it was the easiest money I've made in my life. And you can't beat the hands on touch you get with Hired Goons.

Blogger wouldn't let me in earlier this week but now it does.

I had a fantastic meeting with one of my master's supervisors and our corporate sponsor this week. They generously took us to Mavors, the bistro in the Confed Center. We discussed the project and I think we're headed in a very positive direction.

My birthday was Thursday and I am now 24 and I feel fabulous. In other news I appear to have gotten significantly fatter and my school pants no longer zip up. This doesn't necessarily bother me.

I was given a pair of crocs for my birthday by Joey's better half Carrie. I promptly returned them for a full cash refund.

I was also given a sum of money. Carrie suggested that birthday money should be spent on something you desire that's not necessarily useful or practical and sensible. I think I may have an itch that only a new chainsaw could scratch.

I got my banking matters all straightened away. A very nice banker named Kim from the bank of Nova Scotia helped me set everything up so I can take care of myself easily up at Waterloo.

I got an email from long time friend and professor Don Gillis. He congratulated me on my plans for the fall and said he expects them to work out well.

I went to that new place that is across from the old Rainbow Valley. It's pretty good. The waterslides are entertaining although nothing compared to magic mountain.

That's about all I feel like typing now.

Blogger wouldn't let me in earlier this week but now it does.

I had a fantastic meeting with one of my master's supervisors and our corporate sponsor this week. They generously took us to Mavors, the bistro in the Confed Center. We discussed the project and I think we're headed in a very positive direction.

My birthday was Thursday and I am now 24 and I feel fabulous. In other news I appear to have gotten significantly fatter and my school pants no longer zip up. This doesn't necessarily bother me.

I was given a pair of crocs for my birthday by Joey's better half Carrie. I promptly returned them for a full cash refund.

I was also given a sum of money. Carrie suggested that birthday money should be spent on something you desire that's not necessarily useful or practical and sensible. I think I may have an itch that only a new chainsaw could scratch.

I got my banking matters all straightened away. A very nice banker named Kim from the bank of Nova Scotia helped me set everything up so I can take care of myself easily up at Waterloo.

I got an email from long time friend and professor Don Gillis. He congratulated me on my plans for the fall and said he expects them to work out well.

I went to that new place that is across from the old Rainbow Valley. It's pretty good. The waterslides are entertaining although nothing compared to magic mountain.

That's about all I feel like typing now.

I feel that I'm progressing into the final stage of my summer, but first let's recap:

Stage 1: Come home from UNB tired and frustrated but still find time to train for NS powerlifting provincials on May 13. Go to provincials. Hang out with boys boys and all around good guys Neil Moore and Douglas Keefe.

Stage 2: Come home and rush off to graduation. After ten minutes on campus remember I hate UNB.

Stage 3: Creek Days. Life centers around watching Dawson's creek until I see the series finale. Walk to dog a lot. Go to gym. Tour Waterloo.

Stage 4: Back to UPEI. Start spending time in charlottetown hanging out with Andy and making plans for September. Spend a little time at Joey's in the blow up pool. Visit Halifax again for a great time.

Stage 5: Current stage. Trying to do things I'll miss when I'm gone such as go to cottage and cut firewood. Spend the weekend of the summer at cottage with Neils Mo and DK. Realize sandspit go carts are no fun once you've been to Kart Bahn.

I suspect the rest of the summer will be a tizzy of trying to get everything ready to leave and visiting with people who come home for a week or two namely Derrick, Emily Cameron and Adam Eddy. I was talking to Eddy and he gave me some new perspective on things - it's crutial to look out for number 1 and make sure I'm having fun.

Well some good news. The bear dog has his check up on Saturday and he had gained about a pound and a half this month, bucking his recent trend in unexplained weight loss. The vet said there was no need to do blood work at this point because he seems pretty healthy and happy, except for the way he walks with a limp because when he saw me come to the cottage Friday morning I called him and he jumped off the deck which is about twice his height. And then he did it again a few minutes later for pretty much no reason. He also chases the neighbor's cat up a tree yesterday.

The vet commented that at his age jumping off objects taller than he is would be totally inappropriate. My parents explained that he's a little hard to control and the vet agreed, he's his own worst enemy.

She told us to start feeding him glucosamine sulfate pills to help his joints feel better. They're supposed to be for people and you get them in the vitamen section at the superstore.

Here's to you Bear, and many more wildly over ambitious welcomings to friends and strangers alike.