Ty Ewup

I want you all to think of Austin powers. The old lady who leads "the militant wing of of the salvation army", you know how she screams really loudly in a somewhat humourous manner?

Okay good, now in that voice I want you to say "RELEASE THE DRAGOON FLIES!"

They are everywhere, and they are getting DRUNK off skeeters. Skeeters levels jumped up 5 fold (they were already annoying before, now they are reported to bodily carry off small children) so instead of fogging, what does the City of Winnipeg do?

Release Dragon flies, and man are they everywhere. Only problem is, they can't stop eating, and are being found on the side walk, legs up, bellies distended, too damn fat to fly anymore. But atleast you don't lose a pint of blood walking from the mess to the barracks. It is funny to watch an overloaded dragon fly try to maintain flight, like they hit the insect rum a little too hard the night before.

Its a balmy 40ish with humidity, so that's always fun. Wearing a uniform in this weather is like having your own personal sauna, yay. Thankfully the office I work in has generals, that means the A/C works (or atleast most of the time), so we have but to be out outside for maybe 12 minutes a day. My room, on the third floor, has a ceiling fan, which helps to move the hot air around, very effective. I'm slowly getting used to the heat, and anything less than 35 out and Im usually okay. You start saying to yourself "its only 35 degrees out" and others will comment "its only 930 in the morning!" Why in the hell would anyone want to live here, seriously.

Everyone is leaving on TD, the people upstairs feel bad we all sit around and do nothing do they are sending a bunch of people east to ontario to watch russians (No, I'm not kidding, two Officer Cadets were tasked to watch Russians in North Bay, I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried) or fix phone lines in B.C. I will not be recieving TD, but I make lots more money than they do. It all balances out. Thankfully I will be home soon, and all this maddness will be over.

I've been hitting the gym, and its starting to hit back. Mark, a gym rat, showed me how to do leg exercises in such a way two days later, you can't walk. Its funny, like I'm that cockroach guy in MIB and I am just learning how to use my new skin. Mark tells me it will hurt less when I do the exercises again, he also says I have to push myself to get stronger. I think Mark is a liar, but hes huge, so I must believe him.

I've taken up swimming again, and I've decided to try for my NLS, starting with redoing my Bronze Cross, not a re-cert mind you, just redoing the course after nearly a decade of forgetting First Aid. It will be good, I will enjoy it. Two days ago, I mixed up the public swim times with the lane swim times and had to thread my way through small 6 and 7 year old kids as I did my laps. eventually there were no more kids on the big side of the pool, or so I thought. I switched to back stroke, no longer having to worry about hitting the 300 lbs...um..."female" and losing myself forever in her rotundnesss "shakes visably". Turns out though, a small 4 year old, wearing a PFD, was in the deep end on the edge. I came down, full force, on his head with my arm. I would feel bad, but what the hell is a 4 year old doing in the deep end without direct supervision. Kid wasn't hurt, and didn't even cry, I assume it wasn't the first time.

I saw my first cracker cats game, we lost, 12-8, there isn't one black person on the crack-cat team, so I guess we can keep the name (oh goody).

I started watching 24, and am currently eating it up with a spoon, its the new CSI in my life. Well, a good substitute atleast, we all know CSI can not be beat by ANYONE.