Even when we try to look like inbred trailer trash we make a cute couple.

And we have the Tang™ trophy to prove it!

Before ANYONE says anything like: “I thought you love animals… ” or, “I can’t believe you actually…”, please just fuck off. I didn’t eat the fish. I didn’t bait the hooks. I didn’t drive the boat. All I did was reel the big ones in that no one else wanted to fight with. That being said, I sure did have a blast punching the shit out of those stupid fish.

We all got to catch a bunch, taking turns based on the size of the fish. Roan took all the wee ones.

I got all the monsters.

And Holly and Gage shared the in-between-ers.

After about 4 hours on the water we hauled in almost a hundred pounds of fish. All of it salmon and trout. The charter guide filleted them all on the side of his boat once we were back at the dock, and we took home around sixty pounds of fillets. I had a ton of fun and would definitely do it again. None of these fish are going to waste so I don’t feel too bad.

And this has got to be my favourite fishing photo ever.

For anyone who missed it, this is what the happiest girl at the gay parade looked like.

Clearly they do just fine without me, or anyone else, but I’m really thankful I’ve been allowed to join this team. Even though I’m an outsider, I feel like part of the family. And even though I usually suck at being a member of any family I’m part of, they’ve so far been willing to bear with me, and look past my many irritating flaws.

I love each of you, and owe you all a ton of thanks.

Even with food slopped on her chest, she’s a perfect image of grace and beauty.

I love you miss.

Holly found this in Roan’s school stuff last week. Clearly he’s unaware of the concept of double negatives, otherwise he’d know that “Don’t Show nowon” technically means – Show everyone! So, I’ve decided to do just that. We have no first hand proof, but we suspect this card is for a girl in his class named Andrea (I know, I’ve warned him about the double-A’s already) who broke up with him because she was mad at Roan’s friend Mitchell (it’s complicated… all you need to know is that Mitchell is definitely a dick most times, and Roan is always a sweetheart).

I’m not sure if this card won her back, but she did call here yesterday looking for Roan. I suppose maybe she was looking for him to bitch, because the card was actually for someone else, but who knows. Either way, the kid is both a poet and a player.

December 20, 1949 – April 9, 2011

Ten days ago the world lost one of its greatest creations – a loving, devoted father who was a perfect example of how amazing some humans can be. I only knew Kit a short time, but I doubt that even if I’d known him since birth I could adequately express through words alone the kind of man he was, or the impact he made on so many of his loved ones.

Please take a few minutes and read this, and this.

Although losing him is a tragedy, I can’t begin to explain the beauty I found in seeing his entire massive family rush to his side when things looked bleak. So many people with so much love. I made him a promise when we said our goodbyes, and I intend to stay true to it.

I spent last night and today hanging with Holly, the boys and my family. I’ll post a full update about all the celebrations later, but for now here’s an Xmas rendering I did this afternoon while Holly was napping.

I hope everyone had a great holiday, and I want to tell all my friends I love them and wish them all the best.

I am an incredibly depressed person. I have zero self esteem. As far as I can remember, I have never liked myself. Not the way I look, not the sound of my voice, not my name, not anything. I regularly feel like the world would be a much better place without me. I know my life is good, but I feel I don’t deserve it. I don’t know what to do to change it.

I had a good chat with a friend I don’t see often enough this weekend. It made me really appreciate Holly and all she does for me / puts up with from me. I wish I was a stronger / better person. Maybe then I’d feel like I deserved to have someone so awesome by my side.

As some of you may have noticed, my blog has been put back to normal. I’ve been asked to restore it since the day I started removing things, but had been reluctant to do so until Holly had made a firm decision on her policing future. I was afraid I’d ruin things for her, but I don’t think it matters anymore.

This weekend past, we went to Wheatly for a wedding celebration. Our friends Syx and Taryn got married in Vancouver in August, and since a lot of their family and friends are located in Ontario they also held a reception type celebration back here.

Holly and I went up with Pepper (who is distancing himself from his true identity) and Chantal on Saturday morning. We stopped for lunch, then went and found a cheap, shitty motel that had two joined rooms for $60 in Leamington. It cost us $20 (including $5 tip!) to get a cab to the party, and the hosts were kind enough to provide free drinks until 6:30. I guess what I’m saying is, it was a cheap weekend for the most part.

Just before dinner I had a conversation with Chantal while we were sharing a smoke. I think we were both a little drunk at that point (I rarely drink, it doesn’t agree with me) and we got into some deep, interesting conversation. We eventually cut it short since we were the only ones not taking part in dinner. I unfortunately didn’t find much I would eat at the party, and ended up having a bun. It went nicely with the bagel I had for lunch (<- sarcasms). The only other thing I consumed was a pot cookie and almost a dozen beers.

After the party cleared out, the bride and groom, along with the groom’s brother and all of us staying in our motel headed over to some shitty little strip club in Leamington. It was classy (<- double sarcasms). There was an agile little stripper who did some interesting acrobatics (along with some nasty stripper things) to this song. It was strange. We stayed there until they kicked us out, then walked back to the motel.

Orbax shared our rooms, and between him and Pepper snoring and trying to find the bathroom in the middle of the night, I didn’t get a wink of sleep. The next morning I was hurting. We had to check out and meet Syx, Taryn and their family for breakfast and I was dying. We got to the restaurant and I attempted to take part, but I had to ask Holly for the keys so I could go wait in the car. I didn’t make it to the car. I barfed all over a snow bank near the car, got a dirty wife-beater out of the trunk, and cleaned myself off, then headed back inside for breakfast. I didn’t eat anything, just some apple juice (my favourite juice!), but I felt a lot better.

The ride home was good, until we got to the falls. It literally turned into terrible roads the minute we hit the St Catharines / Niagara Falls border. When we got home the plan was to nap, but I suck at those. Instead we went out for nachos and drinks with Syx and Taryn who came down for a honeymoon. We had fun, then I finally got some decent sleep. When I got up Saturday morning I asked the magic 8-ball if the weekend would suck. It did not lie – I had a great time.