Pigeons Beware: Ye Be Warned

I have now added pigeons to the "animals that I detest" list, which quite saddens me, as I have had an odd fondness of the looked-down-upon "flying rats." But that fondness has now been shattered as one just defecated on me whilst I was parking my scooter at work.

Initially I failed to comprehend what just happened; I heard a splat, felt a warm wetness on random parts of my arms, legs and hands, and started to smell quite possibly one of the worst smelling odors. But as I looked around it was made clear as mud what had taken place. There he was - directly above me, hanging out on a pipe. It's as if he was just waiting for me to pull in. And I swear he had a smirk on his smug, little, beaked face as I cursed him to be the next meal served at the UGM.

Nevertheless, I have had a pleasant morning so far, and I am determined not to let a little poo put a damper on things.
If you'll excuse me, I have the sudden urge to wash my arm for the 92nd time.

Maxinji Var

Again, someone posted this on a forum that I'm frequently on. I have no idear what the song is about (as it is in Georgian), but the music and video are absolutely gorgeous. If anyone can tralsate, feel free to do so.

We Are Not Long Here

I've been on a Brooke Fraser kick for a while now, and it all became complete tonight as I met the nicest fella who happens to be visiting from New Zealand. So I figured I'd give a little shout out to the Kiwis with one of the most brilliant songs that I've ever had the pleasure of hearing.



If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here
If the felsh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared

Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me

Am I lost or just found, on the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way
is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive
'Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
An avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become

For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know You
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He's coming


Other faves of mine from Miss Fraser (Ligertwood) include Albertine, Shadowfeet, Deciphering Me and Faithful.

Broken ball joint + torn axle = $$$

Have you ever had one of those days when you're driving and your wheel just pops off your car? I'm not speaking metaphorically here folks. This literally happened to me yesterday. Luckily I was just attempting to pull out of the grocery store parking lot and barely inched towards oncoming traffic as my car did this wibbly-wobbly-wonky motion and then proceded to sink towards the ground with a nice thunk noise. For a second I thought it was transforming into a robot, but then I crazily realized that, "My wheel just popped off...$%#@!?"


It doesn't look that impressive from this angle, but the wheel is literally holding the car up. If it had budged anymore, my car would have been kissing the asphalt.


This little bugger is the culprit. I hear these things rarely break. Don't I feel special.


The craziest nicest man in a tow truck just happened to be leaving Safeway as all of this happened. He gladly agreed to give me a tow (after finding out that he took my insurance) and instructed me to use the levers that pulled the car up while he guided the car with a jack. "Just push that one." Um, OK. He was a great guy, though. A big, fat shout-out to Art's Affordable Towing.

So I am out yet another good couple hundred dizzles. I really am trying not to focus on the monetary aspect of it, and concentrate on the fact that I wasn't on the freeway or in the middle of downtown when all of this went down. *staypositive* I am, however, slightly bummed that the passenger side fender wasn't ruined. I was kinda looking forward to getting another black one to match the other side, thus completely the ghettofabulousness of my ride. Guess there's always tomorrow. *fingerscrossed*

Stop: Hammer Time!

Someone posted this on a forum that I frequent:

"Finally, a productive purposeful and uplifting use of a flashmob."



Indeed.

Saturday Surprise

This weekend officially started the wedding attending season for me. My bro-in-law and I played and sang a song at the wedding of an awesome couple that goes to our church. Everything went really well, which was a nice surprise as we were asked only a week ago to perform a song that we had never heard (which was excessively twangy, by the way, and I almost didn't agree to do it because of it...kidding...kind of).


Aaron was kind enough to take a picture of me making this weird face, and as a result of me taking his tie, he looked like this:


We joked that he looked like a reject model for a B-grade romance novel cover.


Gotta give props to Sean and his tartan tie (even though it doesn't belong to the Lumsden clan).

As all of this was going on, my father decided to drive up to Spokane on his bike to surprise me (and apparently my mother as well, because she had no idea that he was even out of the house in Moses Lake: gotta love communication!). We ended up going Indian buffet for lunch and then to the driving range with Aaron until I literally had blisters on my fingers. It seems that I have great aiming abilities with my swing, as I managed to hit the trees on the left of the range 90% of the time. If only they'd put the holes in the trees. Afterwards we took a much needed nap and then decided to get up and drove around for a few hours.

My father the badarse.

Work-Out Etiquette

Am I ever kicking myself for forgetting my earphones this morning when I went to the gym. I managed to take my iPod, but I must have brilliantly set my earphones down right before I walked out the door.

So instead of kicking myself mercilessly, I decided to put a positive spin on the situation, thinking that I could use the opportunity to do a little God-talkin and deep-thinkin whilst working out. Nothin happenin. I was constantly distracted by a plethora of unpleasant noises coming all from men who were "working out" (a.k.a. lifting weights that were too heavy for them).

The first guy, who was an ox of man, proceeded to produce X-rated grunts and groans while solely focusing on buffing up his arms which looked a lot like cured hams with unattractive tattoos. The second man who was behind me on the spinners (and was working out in jean shorts...God bless the Y) belched almost every ten minutes on the dot. And last but not least, the third man spent the whole time heaving and hawking up phlegm and Lord knows what kinds of other mucousy substances. And lucky me, I was the only one there who was disgusted by such happenings, because everyone else had flippin earphones in!

I did, however, manage to get a decent work-out in, which was definitely needed after yesterday's all you can eat wings at Cyrus O'Leary's. I might head back to the gym tonight to do some more cardio. My earphones will never leave my side again. Never.