Hope you're not going a wandering now, girl....

Nope. Just been traversing the internet this past week.

Loss

Today was a sad day for me. My favorite swiss army knife is now gone. I was at work today, and I used the restroom, and no, I didn't have to pee. I took out my swiss army knife as I was dropping some bombs, because I like messing with my knife. It's shiny, or at least it was. It slipped out of my hand, and fell....as it was falling, I thought "NOOO!" and then heard a small, but devastating *bloop*. I looked down, and saw my beloved knife sawing a "log". For a split second,(keep in mind, I'm a bit OCD and a bit of a germophobe) I honestly considered going after it. Then, I came to my senses, and flushed my friend...Let's all have a moment of silence for my swiss army knife.


Thank you.

Two Points:
1) I would have totally gone after it
2) Who plays with knives while pooing?

1) Ewww.
2) Hi, I'm Jeremy. :D

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I don't know about you Jerry, but when I'm making a bombing run, there's not enough room for a knife (I'm not even getting into that whole kettle of fish) to fall through between the edge of the seat and...well,Mr. Happy.
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Well, I am very slim, and I was sitting far back, and....ah, let's just get back to the stories.

The Playoff Adventure

I went to a Stars playoff home game about a decade ago. It was the Stars vs the Oilers, and my brother, cousin and I roadtripped it from Calgary to Texas. I think it took us somewhere close to 40 hours of driving, but it was worth it.

We listened to Garth Brooks and George Strait for most of that trip. We still had a tape deck in the truck, and it was a party for us.

The people sitting beside us probably thought we were nuts. We sang Stompin' Tom for pretty much the whole third period.

I thought we were nuts and crazy for making the trip, but there were lots of fellow Oil fans there, several of whom had also scored tix and just hauled 'er down for the game.

Good Times, Good Times.

The Fish Cup

I got a snapping turtle for my 9th birthday.
It was doing great for about a year, then it turned out it had caught some kind of infection that was affecting its shell. We had it treated over and over again, but it didn't help. Eventually, the vet recommended to get some live fish and feed them to the turtle.
So one night, my mother snuck up to the fish tank at the school she works at. She caught one of the guppies in a coffee mug from the staff room and brought it home. We placed it in the turtle's tank and waited. We waited until the poor turtle had died, and there was only a lonely guppy making its rounds in the tank. We decided it needed some company, so my mother stole a few others, in a bucket this time.

The cup she brought the first one in was referred to as "the fish cup" for many years. Nobody in the family would want to use it, and only occasionally it would be offered to visitors. It somehow disappeared when we moved in 1999.

Even today, when I pour myself a cup of coffee, I sometimes remember the turtle, and the lonely fish. I have to turn my face away then, and pretend something got into my eye.

So there I was, a timid summer student flying up to Nunavut for my very first time. We spent all day flying north, north, north and going farther and farther away from "civilization."

Once we were settled into our tents, one of my fellow summer students, a guy who lived in Denver and later Vancouver (so urbanite for the most part) pulls out his cellphone and turns it on. To my utter surprise, he tries to make a call.

"Alex," I said, "you realize the nearest tower is probably 1500km away?"

"Yeah," he replied "but I should at least get analog out here!!" He kept trying to call for another 5 minutes or so before giving up in frustration.

And thus began the city-boy jokes that lasted for a good portion of that summer.

Once for boyscouts, we got to go on an airplane. It was small like a Piper Cub or Cessna depending on what pilot you got. I remember this day very well. I waited a long time for my turn, and there was another pilot and I thought he looked creepy and he said hi to me and I thought he was my pilot but he wasnt. He looked scary. So after that I got real nervous but then I had a normal looking pilot. So we got in the plane and he took off and we flew around and then he gave me controll of the plane. I did some turns and I was looking all around outside and the view was amazing and so after that I still got to steer but he had to tell me where to go. Our helmet talkie thing broke so he had to use hand motions. Then he landed and that was awesome. We got out and I remember him telling my dad that when I got control of the plane I did more than the other kids. I really loved it and I promised myself that when I'm older I would get a plane.

I will never forget that day...

So... Do you have a plane now that you're older?

My funds are a little short at the moment and I don't wanna use a credit card or take out a loan ;-).

I didnt say how much older I would be before I got one, give me ten more years.