1. If your car/bike is wrecked (if your mass transit service goes belly-up), do you know what you would do to replace it, perhaps even have the car or bike you want already picked out?

I’d probably buy another bike to replace my bike, or get Molly to drive me to work if the TTC decided to strike again.

…wait… did I say “get Molly to drive me to work”…? I meant “ask Molly to drive me to work”. Yeah. No sense getting myself murdered for no good reason.  

2. A client/friend gives you a lottery ticket, which wins you a prize worth (after taxes) ten times as much money as you earned/received last year. What will you do with it?

I’d buy that friend a lottery ticket in return, wish them all the luck in the world, and then take off on a much needed vacation. I’d also send postcards from where ever I was, thanking them again for the lottery ticket, and tell them how much I am enjoying myself.

You see…? THAT would be a good reason for me being murdered.  

3. Fight or flee?

Does “kick aggressor in the nuts” fall under “fight” or “flee”…?

4. Someone performs a random act of kindness that is exactly what you need on a bad day. If you wish to pay them back, would you write a poem, bake, buy something, or what?

Depends on who they are. A stranger? Give them a smile and thank them. A friend? I’d return the favour with beer, or if that’s not their thing, give them a smile and thank them. Hey, if they’re not going to accept beer, then what else can I get them?!

5. Your manager commands you to pick a charity to contribute to. Do you resist? If not, which charity would be your first choice?

That question is ridiculous.

But, if I was going to contribute to a charity, it would be either to the Sunnybrook Hospital or the Princess Margaret Hospital. Both gave me a few more months with my Father, and for that I am eternally grateful.

On May 26th, 2006, I started dating this awesome girl named Molly.

I met her through the Ultimate Frisbee team I was part of at the time named “Wicked Awesome”, and while she popped up on my radar because she was cute, and a good player, the fact that she knew what a Commodore 64 was scored her some extra points. It wasn’t until we started chatting and she told me that she had beaten the “Impossible Mission” game on the Commodore 64, a game that I had never been able to figure out, that I realised how awesome she was, and that she would change my life forever.

As with any relationship, Molly and I have gone through our ups and our downs, but we’ve always pulled through, and come out stronger in the end. She’s been with me through the happiest times and saddest times of my life. When my Father passed away, she provided me with the strength I didn’t have, and was always there for me with a shoulder to lean on. I can’t imagine going through what I did, and what I have to go through in the near future, without her. I don’t want to imagine. She completes me in every way.

Molly, these past three years with you have been amazing, and I look forward to many more to come!

I love you!

Breakfast

• Three soft boiled eggs with three slices of Dempster’s Body Wise low-carb bread

Lunch

• One can of Heinz Original Beans with Pork and Molasses mixed with five Yves Veggie Dogs cut up into chunks

Dinner

• Goose and Firkin
  • Hot wings and fries with veggies and ranch dip
  • Two pints of Creemore

Snacks

• One hard boiled egg

Activity

• Rode the bike along the Queensway, then along King, and down to work (5.4km)

Breakfast

• Three hard boiled eggs

Activity

• Rode the bike to Metro and back to the office (2km)

Lunch

• One fried Cajun catfish fillet – 378g

Activity

• Rode the bike from the office to Molly’s office, around the block while I waited for her, then down Queen Street up to home (12.1km)

Dinner

• Four Yves Veggie Dogs on four slices of Dempster’s Body Wise low-carb bread

Living Life

• Two glasses of Shiraz at the Park Hyatt Roof Lounge

This morning when I weighed myself, I didn’t like the number that came back. 186.5lbs. What the FUCK happened…?!

I’ll tell you what happened. I got LAZY.

Over the last few months, I have been eating like crap, been lazing about and not doing much in the way of exercise (sure, the CN Tower climb and camping are something, but still), and this needs to change. I rode the bike to work today, and even the 5.4km ride that I used to be able to do in my sleep left me winded. This ain’t cool… especially with the Becel Heart&Stroke Ride for Heart coming up. I’ve been looking forward to doing this for years, and finally got around to signing up, so I refuse to let myself and others down by not being in shape to pull it off!

Beer, I love ya, and we have great times, but I need to reduce the amount of times we hang out. That goes for you too, Chinese food. I’m sorry to say that this also includes you pub food, and also you too, pizza. Don’t worry, we’ll all hang out again soon, but in moderation for sure. Too much of a good thing can be bad for you, and in my case, I’ve got the gut to prove it. Oh yeah, freezies and popsicles, you’re on that list too.

My question is this:

Why does almost everything that tastes good have to be so bad for you?

Frak.