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Cobra identity crisis
06.07.10 | Permalink | 1 Comment

I grew lots of hair on my head and face over the last couple of months. I was attempting to grow a sweet beard and wanted to double check on my hairline, but as of last night I got tired of it. I’m not balding (or if I am, not much) and my beard looked ratty.

I decided to have some fun before shaving it all off…

I call this look the Convicted Sex Offender. It makes me feel creepy like I’m one of those 35 year old dudes with a paper route and a wardrobe consisting of sweatpants and shirts that came free in a case of beer. Just picture me on a ten speed with my ass crack hanging out.

I call this look the Mercenary. I actually considered keeping this look and growing the goatee so I could braid it and be even more cool. Then I remembered asking Holly to shave me a mohawk once and she said no because I wasn’t 15 years old.

I call this look the Chicken Nightmare. I’m pretty sure you can figure out why.

And this is my new look!

It’s called the Burnaby Q. Cobra. Holly totally hates it, and it’s going to completely block me from any sort of sexual activities, but it’s so neat. It’s like something a WWII fighter pilot would sport while blasting Gerry’s out of the sky.
Animals, Health
Cobras got their kitty cohorts covered
06.02.10 | Permalink | Comment?

Last week we had a scare when Kanika got a sudden massive respiratory infection and didn’t eat or drink for days. We took her to the emergency clinic one night, and they assured us she’d be fine after getting some antibiotics and a subcutaneous shot of liquids to help hydrate her. We took her home and isolated her in our room, but the next day she seemed worse. She still wouldn’t eat, and she hadn’t taken a drink on her own yet. We called Lesley and she told us to take Kanika back to the hospital and have her put on IV fluids overnight to ensure she was getting proper nourishment. The next morning Holly called and was told Kanika was looking much better.

That evening, shortly before leaving to pick her up, the hospital called to say she was again doing worse and would once again need to spend the night and remain on IV liquids. We were starting to get really worried, but the next day she came home. Once again quarantined in our room, she seemed a thousand times better. She had a bandage on her paw from the IV (which Holly and I both swear we were told to leave on, but apparently it was supposed to be removed) which was too tight and made her paw swell up, as you can see above.

I’m happy to say that after plenty of car rides, about $800, and a whole lot of emotional outbursts, she is now pretty much back to her old self in every way. As soon as her arm patch grows back, you’ll never be able to tell she was sick.

Look at us. Able to provide for our cats, even in an unexpected emergency. Who would have ever thought we could manage such a task?

Hiss! Hiss! Hooray!
Photos, Random, TV
Cobras can’t chuck crappy CRT’s
06.02.10 | Permalink | 1 Comment

Last week we put 4 relatively haggard bicycles out at the end of the driveway in hopes that someone would give them a good home. The first evening they were there, some kid riding by asked us to save Gages old “chopper” for him (he was stoned). I put it up by the house and said to come back that night. He didn’t, so we put it back at the curb the next morning. All four bikes disappeared a short time later. I assume kids did much the same thing I did when I was younger, and saw a quick way to school so you grab the bike then ditch it somewhere, hoping it would be there after school so you could ride it most of the way home before smashing it.

Today I put the above t.v. out at the curb hoping someone would take it, but I was forced to bring it inside after it started raining. I’m amazed at how difficult this thing is to give away. I’m even more amazed that Goodwill told us to get bent when we asked them to take it. The lady there said they can’t take anything older than five years. I can’t imagine anyone is bringing 5 year old or newer t.v.’s to them. I wonder how many people drop off working plasma screens to them regularly…
Music, Photos, Roanisms, Video
Roan. More pacifically, his vocal/artistic talents
06.02.10 | Permalink | Comment?

Roan brought this home from school yesterday. It’s about four pages long (like old dot matrix printer type of paper minus the feed edges) and, if you can’t tell, depicts a region of rain forest. It includes a monkey, a leopard, a cicada, a parrot, a bird I thought was a plane but according to the artist it’s an unknown tropical avian. We didn’t get much explanation other than that, because Roan’s parade was rained on when I dropped the ban-hammer on his xbox privileges for not following the rules earlier, so his pouting kicked in and communications shut down.

Holly decided to give him a bath since it wouldn’t get in the way of him pwn’n noobz, and part way through I happened to walk past the bathroom and hear him singing his favourite song: Billy Talent – Rusted From the Rain.

You may need to crank the volume for the first bit because I was trying not to get busted taping him and keeping a safe distance. Close to the end Holly comes down the stairs and when he hears her he asks her an awesome, completely random question. The things 9 year old boys think about while humming their favourite mainstream Mississaugin music…

I really need to introduce him to GWAR. Perhaps he’s a bit young for some of it though.
Animals, Life, Photos
Dog days
06.02.10 | Permalink | Comment?

On the weekend, Jon and Laura came down to spend the night and celebrate Roan’s 9th year of awesomeness. Sunday we went hiking in the Gorge and Jon brought his gear to do some fishing. He wanted to try out some new bait a company had sent him (in hopes that he’d review it on his mega-popular fishing blog), and had only ever fished down there once before. He brought two rods with him – one for the new bait, and one setup for his different lures. He let Roan use one for about 15 minutes before he got bored of it.

On the path leading to the wooden stairs down, there was signs posted about a missing dog in the Gorge. I thought about how bad it would suck to lose your dog down there, and how just the other day a weimaraner came wandering over to my brother and I while his owner sunbathed 600 yards away, not caring where his dog was.

After about an hour I spotted something floating in the whirlpool that looked like a bloated carcass. We couldn’t see what it was from where we were, but the current was bringing it closer to the shore just up from us. My brother and I ran off to see what it was. We got close enough that I could make out the legs and tail, but couldn’t see the head. I saw some sunbathers just beyond a bend who had just noticed it, and were themselves trying to get a better view. I shouted over and asked if they could see if it was a dog, and the girl said “Uhm, oh ya… It’s definitely a dog.”.

I figured it must be the pooch from the posters, so on our way out of the Gorge we grabbed the photo above so I could call the lady about her dog. When we got home I phoned the number on the poster and a woman said the lady who lost her dog wasn’t there, but that they found the dog and it was safe at home. I was relieved and we went on about our birthday celebrations.

Holly’s family, along with my parents, came by around 7pm for ice cream cake and pie. Holly’s brother Jeff, and his wife Anita, brought their dog Axl along for the party. I was having a great time throwing and kicking the soccer ball for Axl until one time I went to kick the ball and he attempted to eat the ball at the same time. The result was the above image. Although it didn’t bleed much, it hurt like hell. I woke up the next morning with a sore foot and the urge to sniff Holly’s butt.

*This post is dedicated to the memory of the casualties of last night’s Happy Rolph’s break-in, random bloated canine floaters in the Niagara River, and the stolen donkey. I still can’t believe someone stole that donk. =(

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