Knock, Knock

Knock on frozen wood people – we’re nine days into the new year and not one hospital visit, woohoo!

It’s the third straight day of snow and a full week’s worth of sub-freezing temperatures. When the heck did I move to Canada? Crazy, but I think I’m getting used to it, the cold that is. I’ve got an arctic pup who doesn’t get phased in the least by the low temperatures and asks to go out every time she raises her lazy bones up from one spot to move to another, so I’m getting my share of time out in the elements.

Cassidy wants to go snowboarding down the big hill today and wants me to go too. We’ll try to make it through without any broken bones. Even at this stage of the game moving swiftly down a big hill on a board is still exciting and fun. Paying for it later isn’t as fun but the pain lets you know you’re alive - yeah right, that’s Hollywood talk. Keep your dang pain. Recovery’s a killer but it still won’t hold me back from playing on the big icy slide. MEDIC!

All’s quiet on the Renee front. She survived her first week back to work with the help of a snow day. A week and a half and we’ll be back up to the Double C to check out some lingering issues from the last surgery but she hasn’t been complaining lately. Did you hear that? Renee has not been complaining! Shocking isn’t it? Let me be clear here. Renee is not complaining about her medical condition, her complaining about me continues incessantly. If that stopped I’d know she was really sick. You’ve got to be aware of the indicators folks.

So everybody set your speed dials to 911, we’re throwing ourselves headfirst down the big 2010 hill right now. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!