Adrenaline Rush

You know, the adrenaline rush you get from a rollercoaster or white water rafting or some such activity is great. The racing heart, the sharpening of all your senses and the sheer exhilaration of the moment makes you feel alive in the best sense of the word.

The rush you get from a near miss in real life, well, that's a bit different. The same physical and chemical reaction takes place, but it's not so much exhilaration, at least in my experience. It's more of a thankfulness of surviving.

Let me explain.

Decisions

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There are times in everyone's life that you are required to make decisions. I'm not talking about the everyday decisions, I'm talking about some big decisions, life-changing decisions. Something that rests on that singular moment where it either goes really, really well or spectacularly bad.

This is one of those times.

Darth, Dads and Daughters

When I was a kid and watching Stars Wars for the first time, Darth Vader was the epitome of the Evil Bad Guy. Even after the twenty-seventh viewing, my opinion was unchanged – Darth was a bad dude and deserved everything he got.

Then came the second movie of the series and the bombshell near the end of the film that Darth was actually Luke’s real father! The explosive gasp in the theater almost blew the exit doors off their hinges. Gasp, not gas, despite the theater being filled to capacity with 15- to 18-year-olds. The last shocker was finding out the Leia and Luke were twins, making Darth Vader the father of twins. I don't know how I made it through the next two years until the third film.

I missed...

Well, crap.

I missed a day somewhere and am still trying to find it. I'll be back Friday or Saturday (unless it's one of those days that have gone missing...)

Passwords

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You know, as a kid, I always wanted to be a spy or special agent, with all the cool gadgets, hidden headquarters and secret passwords. Especially secret passwords.

Now that I'm all grown up - at least physically - I still want the cool gadgets and a hidden HQ (where I can sit in peace and quiet once in a while).

Passwords, though? Not so much…

Pranks

People sometimes wonder where I got my sense of humour from. Actually, people sometimes just wonder about me in general. Oh well.

I’m going to come right and say it’s all my parents’ fault. Mostly my dad’s to be honest.  He’s 77 years old this year, going on twelve. He’ll still deny stealing a fresh baked cookie, even when he has chocolate on his face and crumbs on his shirt. That’s consistency!

From my Mom, I received the gift of appreciating the humour in family situations. Many a day went by when I’d find Mom sitting in the kitchen or living room, giggling quietly to herself because the dog wore his food bowl as a hat or the cat tried to catch a butterfly through a screen window. Maybe it was just from watching us kids get ready for school. 

No Gun Hunting

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Back in my traveling days, I was lucky enough to spend some time in New Zealand. It was an era where you could actually get around the country by hitchhiking, without fear of ending up as fodder for a horror film.

My buddy Murray and I were heading south to Auckland to meet up with our friend Cliff. We were at a crossroads when a small car slowed down to pick us up. It was a Government of New Zealand vehicle and the driver looked us over, measuring and weighing the options, while Mur and I tried to look as innocent and trustworthy as possible.

Quit laughing - we could pull it off back then.

Recovery

I need a nap. It's not because I've had the requisite 3.7 pounds of turkey, with all the sides: mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes with marshmallows on top, several vegetables of various colours and shapes and as much dessert as I could fit in afterwards.

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It's also not because I had to stay up until 3:00 am to put together a doll house or tricycle - the kids are all old enough to want smartphones and money now, which has saved me a lot of grief over the last few years…besides, my darling wife and I woke up well before the kids on Christmas Day. Go figure.

No, I think I need to have a snooze to try and rest up from all the aftershocks of this Christmas/New Year season. Being an independent contractor means having to take as many jobs as possible. If you don't, then one day you'll finish up a project and realize there will be too much month at the end of the money, so I was working until the very last minute.

Men and Women Explained

Today we talk about the differences between Man and Woman. It's the start of a new year and we should try to set some ground rules and expectations. Besides, my kids want me to lay off them for a while.

Men are fascinated by big explosions, shiny things and bodily functions that involve any kind of gas. We (men) are content to accept things the way they are and do not have to dig for a deeper truth in everything we see. 

Women seem to need to dig down, get every detail, significant or not. Men already have all the info they need to make a decision. There is a simplicity to our methods that works very well. We get enough data to make a decision and go with it. We don't have to obsess over a lot of detail.

Socks

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New Year, new day. new socks. It’s been a good year so far. There’s nothing like putting on a pair of brand new socks first thing in the morning. The smooth feel along the bottom of your foot, the way your heel slides right into the heel cup and none of that pesky sock fluff piling up between your toes right away.

This may all sound pretty funny coming from a guy who goes barefoot in the middle of the winter. I put this down to my early hockey years. I spent so many weekends and evenings at the rink as a kid, putting skates on at -20 degrees (Fahrenheit or Celsius, take your pick) that I learned quickly how to keep my feet warm almost anywhere.

Merry Christmas!

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M is for the many Months that I have had to do my Christmas Shopping, but didn't.

E is for the Excitement starting to build about having the family back together soon.

R is for getting Ready to dive into the stores and refuse to leave until the shopping is done. I should have done more training. Lucky I still have elbow, shoulder and knee pads for protection from the crowds.

R is for Rum. You can never have too much, especially at Christmas.

Y is for why oh why did I not put up the Christmas lights earlier?

A space is to pause long enough to take a breath.

Christmas Day Wake Ups

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 I am very happy to be able to tell you this story now. My kids have all reached the age where sleeping in is the norm. If they had their way, they’d sleep until two in the afternoon, eat brunch, watch TV or play Xbox for a couple of hours, ask what’s for dinner, then back to TV and Xbox til eleven p.m. and repeat the cycle ad infinitum. Especially on Christmas Day! We even have to schedule their chores between nap times…it reminds me of when they were babies, except now they have bigger shoes. Same amount of work gets done.

It would have been, well, bad, if I had related this story any earlier in their lives. You’ll understand in a moment.

Christmas Mysteries

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There are many mysteries in this world, especially at this time of year. The mystery of the Star of Bethlehem, how the wise men followed the signs, and what the heck is frankincense and myrrh, anyway? There is also the mystery of how men and women cope with shopping for Christmas.

I have known several women who delight in shopping for Christmas presents all year round. I can never figure out how they can be walking by a display and suddenly grab a widget off the shelf, proudly stating “this will be perfect for Cuddles for Christmas!”, even when it’s 27 degrees Celsius in the middle of an African village. I mean, where do they hide these items for the next six months?!?

Perceptions

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I was perusing through the newsfeeds the other day and found an article where scientists discovered that women see things differently than men.

Well, duh.

Any male who has been in a relationship with a female (and even those who haven't) have known about this since men have noticed women.

Just taking a break

Hi Folks -

Time for a little hiatus. Nothing for this week but I should be back next week. Unless, of course, I win the Lotto this weekend. Then it might be the week after...

Lunch

It's time to eat ice cream. Neapolitan, with a little chocolate sauce and maybe a few chocolate chips sprinkled here and there.

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Then maybe a hot dog and potato chips, with a soda pop or milkshake to wash it all down. Yes, I'm having dessert first, then lunch. You may not call hot dogs and chips lunch, but today, I do.

And why am I indulging in this epicurean delight? Well, let me tell you...

Alarming Clocks

I'm pretty comfortable with clocks. Having spent the better part of my career surrounded by several timepieces at once has made me immune to any fear of clock-like items.

I can even take alarm clocks. They have a distinct purpose and generally perform that purpose admirably.

What I don't get is the snooze button.

When the first alarm clocks came out - the ones you had to wind up every morning or evening - there was a small arm on the top of the clock that would hold back the clapper for the bells. The alarm was either armed or not. You either woke to the clamouring of two cow bells in your ear or to the sound of the school bus leaving. Both methods provided the same shot of adrenaline.

Perfect Days

Have you ever had one of those days? The ones where everything just falls into place perfectly? When there's a parking spot right at the front of the store, you find a twenty-dollar bill on the sidewalk or that perfect 900 inch LCD TV with wi-fi and a beer fridge in the stand is on sale for two hundred bucks?

Me neither.

I'm particularly reminded of a day I had learning to sail on the West Coast. We were well into the week long course and our instructor decided that we could choose our own destination for the day. Our choice?  A cool fjord-like area called Teakerne Arm. The best part was we could almost sail the boat right up to a waterfall - dipping the bow in, if we wanted.

We had been on the boat for four days; maybe it was time for a shower…

Barbeque Renos

Did you know that barbeques can be used for renovations?

I'm not talking about just cooking up burgers and hotdogs after the work is done, either. I mean, you really can use your barbeque as a tool to effect renovations for your property. Old-fashioned briquettes or propane units, it doesn't matter.

Here's how. Years ago, a guy I know had a little charcoal hibachi grill that he used all the time to cook up his meals. This guy could grill a burger, a hotdog, steak and even lasagna on the thing. Spring, summer, fall and winter - didn't matter, this guy would happily cook anything.

Synonyms and Shakespeare

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How many ways can you say "dumb"? Let's count…

Dumb, dummy, goof, goofball, doofus, idjit (thank you, Yosemite Sam), stove bolt, numbskull, dunderhead, idiot, bonehead, beanhead, addled, twit and muttonhead (yes, muttonhead).

Not a bad start. One word descriptions that if used by anyone, would convey the meaning without a doubt.