SO.....

It seems that adults only need 30 minutes of physical exercise 5 days a week, just as I suspected. The ellipilcital trainer bores me so, I only managed 20 minutes yesterday whilst on my dinner break then I went to the bar for beer and pizza. God damn Tuesdays that feel like Mondays, they mess my head up. Wasn't all unproductive though, me and Don made two crayfish cages to try and catch some to use as bait for the big ice fishing derby on Saturday

ALREADY IM RECANTING

I may have mentioned that I try to find ways of getting out of everything. Well, the 60 minutes of exercise a day I prescribed myself  is already far too much and totally unrealistic. So, I am moving it down to 30 minutes a day until I am at least as half as fit as a normal person.......this may be some time away.

HOME ALONE AND BATCHING IT

Another day tragically wasted.

It was quite nice outside considering it was minus thirty out. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and  there wasn't a breath of wind. I managed to walk the hounds round to my Mum and Dads but there was nothing doing around there. So I came back home, bought some necessities from the Co-op then came home and tried to recreate some of my favourite M&S salads. Started making soup but I'm out of water. I missed my delivery this week, he said he'd come and drop me some off but as yet I still have three empty bottles out on the deck. Cant use tap water, its undrinkable and smells of cat piss.

News on Facebook is that Martin Smith got knocked out / pint potted  in the Nags last night. Broke his nose and cheekbone by all accounts. God, I don't miss Friday nights like that. My Friday night on the other hand involved a few beers at the shop then Hendricks gin at the Mexicans and a nice big slab of angel food cake,raspberries and ice cream. I was asleep for 10:30.

My 60 minutes of physical activity a day has got off to a bad start. I have done 17 minutes and it is currently 7:42pm.
Maybe this is the point of the joggers blog, cos now I have said it out loud (well typed in black and white) I now feel pretty lazy and stupid about it. OK, I'll go and get on it again.....

I BLOG THEREFORE I JOG

After pressing the "Next Blog >" button for a while the other night I was surprised to see how many blogs are about jogging. Had to be more than 50%. So, it got me thinking.....

Maybe I should get off my lazy ass and get out there and go jogging myself. Although it seems like yesterday I last did some running in retrospect it is probably twenty years ago. Time sneaks up on you when you are lazy and in denial.

Its easy to come up with this plan as I cannot go out jogging at the moment, its yet another future plan. Well, I don't think you can go jogging when its -30°C outside. I would have hoped not. I know I am usually good at making up  finding reasons to put stuff off, but surely that's a real one. I mean, I nearly fell over four times today whilst walking to the bank, and that's not a long journey. So I fear ankles would be snapped and pelvis' would be broken if I went out there jogging.. Plus, how many clothes would you have to wear? No, I think jogging in the outdoors at this moment in time is a non starter. So, maybe the elliptical trainer that is hidden under a pile of clothes should be given a go, get me ready for jogging in the spring.

I heard on TV that kids should do at least 60 minutes physical exercise a day. Seems a little excessive but maybe I will try and match that

YOU AINT SEEN ME RIGHT

I am so lazy and hepped up on Monster energy drins its causing confusion in my brain.
I should clean the kitchen.
I should vacuum.
I should have a shower and put my pyjamas on.

I just cant seem to prize myself off the couch and away from the telly.

It's gone all ridiculously cold out again, -33°C or something daft like that I heard.

I went to Swift for a seminar in shoplifting.I am now an expert.

BOW YOUR HEADS AND PLEASE BE UPSTANDING

 I felt a little guilty sending Reggie on his merry way to his next life in a Ziploc bag so I rustled up a little coffin on my dinner hour. He shall transcend into his next life as bait in the ice fishing competition in style. Scott (the now chief pallbearer) picked him up from work this afternoon

 I did a open casket viewing for the folk at work before he left, they were quiet respectful although no one burst out in to song much to my dismay.

So goodbye Reggie.....its been emotional.

I am now thinking of totally catching a ton of them this spring, keeping them in the tank til next ice fishing season and using them as live bate. Apparently Catfish love them. I'll have to figure out a way to attach them to the hook (ie getting Don to do it) cos I'm not so good with the hook through live things, let alone dead.

USUALLY FOR MY DINNER I EAT SPAGHETTI AND CHILLI FLAKES WHILST WATCHING CSI

Funny how other peoples ideas sound more fun when you don't have to be the person doing it.

Lindsay texted me or facebook messaged me or did something to me that wasn't actually talking to me today about Reggie.

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 He reminded me that Don was at this big  ice fishing competition this weekend and maybe...just maybe Reggie's death needn't be in vain. Maybe in fact he made the ultimate sacrifice and turned him self over to be bait in a bid to win the $10,000 booty. Like a mug then I came home on my dinner break and sifted through a bin full of moldy chick peas, gone sour whipping cream, rock hard pomegranates and Ziploc bags of uneaten McDonald's burgers (Dons burger ,not mine...and in fact burger, not burgers) to look for his dead body.....nothing. Did I forget to mention the contents of my Dyson too.....not just that but a Dyson that had picked up a carton of the Pet Smell Eliminator Powder that is like Shake-and-Vac.

 *Soo glad I decided to clean out the fridge and empty the vacuum this morning*

 By the time I got to the bottom of the bag I realised that Don probably took the bag outside so I had a sift through there....

 ...and there he was, lying on an old envelope. Stunk a little, no....stunk a lot. I needn't have been worried about any Lazarus effect cos Reggie is well and truly dead. Like dead dead.

Fingers crossed he nets us the big bounty in the Fishing Derby, I just have to get him sent up north.....

CRAYFISH IT SEEMS DO NOT LIKE OYSTERS

Two years ago we were down by the river and came across a load of cray fish. They were only small little things about  2 or 3 inches long. Harmless as they were with their tiny little pincer claws, I still couldn't carry them without dropping them when they wriggled. Amazingly about four made it home with us and we put them in a tank. Now, I don't know a great deal about crayfish but it seems when they go into shock they shed. I would have bet money that the poor little bugger was dead when I saw him all upside down in the corner and not moving. In fact I think I did have some kind of $10 wager with Don that Reggie had bit the big one but he hadn't, another valuable lesson learnt. indeed two....don't bet against Don cos you will lose and crayfish shed their shells.

In the summer that year Don went to a funeral and I had to stay here what with jobligations and all that. About 3am I woke up to a strange scratching sound. Now I have had mice problems here  already so I thought that's what it was*. Unable to sleep and desperate to see the little sons of bitches I quietly grabbed my phone, turned on the light and shone it across the floor. Nothing. Aware of the fact that I probably couldn't see anything as I didn't have my glasses/contact lenses in and am practically blind I thought I better do some inspecting. So I walked to the bathroom, found my glasses and had a look around. Nothing. I turned of the lights and walked back to bed annoyed again that I still hadn't actually seen one of these mice that had been leaving little mouse gifts for me six months earlier. Like the crack detective that I am I shone my phone light across the floor in front of me hoping to catch the reflection in their beady little eyes. Just as I was about to put my foot down through the bedroom doorway I saw something move, turned on the lights and there was bloody Reggie walking backwards and forwards by my bedroom door like he was on sentry duty. The floor is this made out of this well old rock hard lino stuff and his claws made a right noise. Lucky for him(and me) I didn't step on him when I first got up, wouldn't have felt too nice underfoot.  I scooped him up in a margarine tub and put him back in his tank, covering it with wood ,tea towels and anything else I could find.
From then on in there was a lid on the tank.

Reggie lead a quiet life since then, sitting in the corner of his tank flailing his arms around like a little raver. On Sunday we had some fresh oysters from Saskatoon. It seemed like a good idea at the time to put some of the empty shells in the fish tank. There was just a little bit of oyster still stuck to them and I thought it might make a nice treat as well as adding a nice aesthetic touch to the tank's floor. The Monday after he was dead, the crayfish was no more. He had ceased to be. He'd expired and gone to meet its maker. This was a late crayfish. He's a stiff. Bereft of life, he rests in peace. Well, I think he rests in the garbage bag in the kitchen. I really must take it outside just in case he goes all Lazarus on me and comes out for a bit more midnight sentry duty.




* I realise I sound quite brave and dismissive while talking about these mice and how I want to see them. This is pure bravado, I would indeed scream like a little girl if I saw one of them. As long as they keep out of my way and don't eat anymore clothes or furniture then I am happy to co-exist with them. OK, not happy, just facing facts, I have put all kinds of traps down and I cant catch the little blighters. No, that's a lie. I did catch one after four months on a trap without bait on it would you believe. Not as smart as some would have you believe.

SUNDAY ICE FISHING

Went down to the river on Sunday to attempt some more ice fishing. It was only about the 5th time this winter I have tried and I had the same result as the previous times....Nothing. Not even a bite. Now, dont get me wrong, an expert fisherman I am not. I did catch a big one last year which left me feeling like a slightly accomplished as a fisherman. That feeling though now has passed. Just as well there is beer to be drank!

Susan the truck had to wear her chains on the back tires for us to get to our shack in the middle of the river.Nice bit of truck bling. Its warmed up a little so the snow was beginning to melt and was well slushy. I know this sounds a little scary, driving on a frozen river with melting snow on top of it but the ice is still about two feet deep so its pretty safe still to drive on.So they tell me.
Lindsay even drove us there and back. I still haven't got the driving bug, but then I've got 9 months to warm to the idea. He didnt catch anything either.

Mike and Catus' ice shack next door to ours

One of our outside holes. You are allowed two holes each and you have to have a licence to fish. The fish cops were on the river when we got there doing checks on everyone. I still havent been there when they call. I think they can do you for drinking....thats probably the only thing I could get in trouble for.
So, as I have no pictures of fish that I caught to post here are picturesof the bait.....closest thing there is to a fish! I dont like putting them on the hooks so much so I mostly use rubber fake fish. *thinks to self* Hang on, maybe thats where I'm going wrong......

YAWN

So glad its warmed up a little, its just below freezing which is a million times warmer than a few days ago. It was so cold in my house on Wednesday morning that the water in the dogs dish had frozen and the 'not quite dried' clothes in my drier has frozen into a big ball. Boo! This is all wrong!

I'm not going to tell anyone about the new blog until I can get back into the swing of things, its been awhile and I have so very little to write about.

Like a muppet I offered to go into work tomorrow morning while Bob fills up the train somewhere. So I'm off to bed.

Blimey, I hope this gets more exciting.

One Step Closer To Being A Grown Up

Yesterday I finally did something that the rest of the world seems to have done. Yep, at the grand old age of 36 I finally sat my learner driving test. I'd be lying if I didn't admit to being a little scared by the whole thing. I probably shouldn't have told everyone I was doing it because I was more afraid of failing the thing that everyone else has already passed and then having to admit to it. Fortunately though I scraped on through so I am now allowed to legally drive with supervision. I'm not that excited about it truth be told. Maybe I'll get the driving bug yet.....
I cant take my test for 9 whole months and I have to have 6 hours of class time and 6 hours of instructor tuition by then. See why I'm not that excited!

Had a little beverage or two at the bar afterwards to toast my new Class 7 driver level, subsequently I'm a little rough today. Think its just going to be a settee and blanket evening for me. Tomorrow I'll have a bit more of a notion to do something


I should really post some kind of a picture everyday so this is the last one I took on my phone. Its of the trashcans I've been painting. The first one I did went well, the second one wasnt as easy. Just about everything I do at the minute turns a bit shit. When did that start happening? Je n'aime pas

*incidentally, here's a little driving information for my English friends. It is totally legal here to turn right on a red light if there is nothing coming and totally legal to turn left on a red light from a one way street. Weird.

FORWARD

Ladies and Gentlemen....its been awhile but I'm back to blogging. Facebook and lack of internet connection in my house kind of ended The Daily Beagle, but I am now the owner of a shiney new Mi-Fi incredable modem thing so I will try my damnest to stick to it. Truth be known I have tried to start blogging again, but have totally not stuck by any of them. But I'm beginning to miss The Daily Beagle and how handy it is to look back on stuff. Now lets just hope I do enough stuff to have something to write about.......