Ice with Silly and Kevin

Nice day out with two great friends to Evan Thomas Creek. The pictures explain themselves so I won't bore you with more 'ice climbing' talk. :)



Firewood Day

Well, the 'crate' stock for the wood burning fireplace at Kent and Blair's finally went up in smoke! This forced a mandatory trip to the woods to retrieve some firewood for the continued enjoyment of this gas flame lit beauty of a fireplace. With the welcomed help of Kyle the 'ankle' Pepper and his burly 4x4 Dodge, we headed out to an undisclosed location near the Ghost River just west of Waiparous, AB about 16km's down a logging road, to load up on free Lodge pole pine from a blow down area on the perimeter of a cut block that was harvested a few years ago. Kent 'smiles' Taylor was pretty vibrant when we pulled up to the jackpot and started gearing up in preparation of man handling a truck load of logs destined for the city and one thirsty fireplace!  Kimmer 'buzzcut' Heidel took charge of the Ryobi and developed a quick love affair with the sexy log cutter and jumped in with both feet first. Kyle the 'ankle' Pepper pulled out his handy measuring tape and sized up the logs for a snug fit into the box of his half ton so we could maximize our payload. Kent 'smiles' Taylor was our designated hauler and made it all happen at the truck end of the project. Nice day out with my Calgary family! More adventures to come.... :)

Kyle the 'ankle' Pepper man handling a couple of 6 footers

Kimmer 'buzzcut' Heidel and one of the baby logs

Gettin' down to business

Lead foreman Kent 'smiles' Taylor and the slave labour Kimmer 'buzzcut' Heidel

The crew

Yep! That IS glare ice on that there road!!

And yes.....it is slippery!

Kent and Blair's house warming party

What a nice time at Kent and Blair's house warming party. I went a little early and helped out with preps plus got a nice visit in with some of the cousin's before the festivities began. The crew picked up a disco ball and fog machine and Marc set it all up downstairs with disco music to boot. It turned out to be a fantastic addition to the dated era of the party room, with the bar set up also playing an integral role in setting the ambience for the party. Marc took it one step further and snapped some excellent photos, most of which I've borrowed to complete this blog entry. Thanks Marc :) The captions with each photo will fill in some of the story from the night, the rest of the stories will lay hidden in the memories of those who were present, and the photo's I didn't post here. Enjoy!!

Proud new owners!

Chef extraordinaire (AKA Kentzies)

The result.....bacon wrapped, goat cheese stuffed prunes. Delicious!!

Janel adding her expertise to the kitchen

Kimzies rolling meat balls. Not shown here was my meatball making buddy, Marc.

Kent and Blair graciously posing with their pointsetta from Kärolin and I. The fellas did REALLY well with their gift cards for Crate and Barrel. I guess the hints worked Blair!!

Kyle presenting Blair with their 'house warming' present. Now that's punny!

The fellas opening their new ice maker from Kyle and Cerise. Edged out only slightly by the disco ball, this ice maker was a hit of the party!

The lovely Cerise and her fiance Kyle

Kent's lovely sister and her talented man Marc

More of the gang

The party room

Kimmer holding down a chair at the bar with his charming cousin's Cerise and Janel

What nice smiles on these gals!

The boys under the haze of the smoke machine

The lovely Mel and our photographer, electronics tech, entertainer, Marc. 

Disco ball, photo art

Blair and his wonderful friend Mel.

Kyle and Kimmer gettin' serious with the D ball.

The handsome Kent

Cerise, Mel, Wendy, and Blair pose during their fresh air break on the front step 

Cerise getting her boogie on!

Kimzies throwing in the towel and joining the conversation after his futile efforts to sleep amongst the Disco goers

Chocolate Hostage

There I was. Standing in the 'Water Sports' section of the Surf House on the corner of Tärtu Mnt and Väike-Karja. Finally. After spotting this fine looking sporting goods store on a previous visit to Tallinn, I've made it in to have a look around; and it wasn't disappointing me. Endless walls of sporting pleasure. Suddenly a little twitch from the backside of my underpants. I look around. "Where is the WC(water closet)?" I'm not seeing it. I spot a staff member. First thoughts cross my mind; "I hope she can understand my english?"  I approach her with the cautious question. "Is there a water closet I could use?" She responds. "Yes, there is, but I am just on my way to use it." Relieved, I accept her response and converse back, "OK, I will wait then until you have finished." She nods her approval.  A few minutes later she returns and escorts me to the toilet. I thank her gratefully and make my way through the door. Upon entering, I observe the magazine rack and reach towards it while simultaneously dropping my trousers and taking my seat on the throne. "Ahhhhhh.............. a quick release of the chocolate hostage and I'll be back on my way to shopping bliss!  Ugghhhhh,   ugghhhhhhhhhhhh.........no fiber in that one!"  I return the soiled magazine back to the rack. I stand. Trousers still at my ankles I reach for the flush buttons on top of the toilet. "This one's going to require the 'full' flush button for sure!" Wooshhhhhhhhhhhh.........the water runs past my hostage.

"Hmmmmmm.......wasn't expecting a double flush?  I'll take this time to pull up my trousers and have a wash" I think to myself, "while I wait for the bowl to refill."  Hands are washed; "I'll try this again." Wooooooooooshhhhhhhh..........I stare down the hole in amazement. "He hasn't budged." I frantically tap the button again. Nothing.  I hear the door handle wiggle. Someone wants in. "Hmmmmm........ not good, I think I must abort. Maybe the toilet has malfunctioned?"  I settle the lid back down over the hole and unlock the door. I exit the closet. A man from the shop enters. "Will he understand that it wasn't my fault? I tried twice; the TOILET was unforgiving!"  I try to reassure myself.  "Or was it my 30cm hostage that refused to turn the corner and slither down into the abyss like usual?  I can't take that chance." The man locks the door behind him. My pace and heart rate quicken as I shuffle past the till and the woman who had helped me out and I thank her on my way out the door as I exit. My mind is not clear. "Have I made it out clean or has he already returned to expose my dirty little secret to his co-worker.  Was this the right decision?"  I hop into my fogged up car. I turn on the ignition and fasten my seat belt. My mind is wandering as I put the stick in reverse and let out the clutch. "Will I be able to return to this shop one day; will I be exposed?" I shift back into 1st and prepare my mind for the daunting task of downtown Tallinn's roads. I let out on the clutch and proceed towards the street I am trying to reach. Honnnnnnnnnnnk.............is my greeting. "What? Oneway street? How could I have missed that?" My foot hits the accelerator and I speed into a right hand turn to exit onto 'my' street. "Phewwwwwww, that was close!" "Okay, focus. Defog on; check. Correct street; check. Now lets finds a coffee shop so I can sip some java and debrief from this traumatic experience."  :)