Slow Roasting like Top Sirloin and Columbian Beans.

Seriously, if your fortunate enough to be provided with fresh fruit.  eat it.  its delicious and better for you than that other crap you've been eating.

I find myself reflecting alot these last few days.  about waaaay back childhood, all the way up to university.  Man,  remember when you were really young.  like first memories of life young.  

I was trying to figure out when you start to remember.  I think in all my memories I can talk;  but that could just be my mind tricking me into remembering my emotions and just adding what I WOULD have said if I could have talked.

I remember we had a big deck on the back of the house and the bottom of the deck was closed in, you know like kinda fenced in,  but it was high enough that we could store bikes and lawnmowers under it.  That was the coolest little environment.  I remember it was like a pre-made fort, with a gate and everything.  I used to go digging around in the dirt under there to see what kind of neat stuff i could find.  I don't think I ever found anything.  oddly enough I think I went on a digging spree every few months, just incase someone put something there.

My back yard was the most interesting place when i was young.  there was SO much there.  The yard itself was large because it opened onto a greenbelt that ran about half a km down to the Red Deer river.  Seems like the older I got, the further away from the house I conquered.

When I was just a little tike, like running around in diaper little, me and my brother and our friends made kingdoms in our sandbox.  we'd start with castles and fortress walls, and then run the hose from the side of the house and make rivers and moats for our little sand world.

Then there was the stage I'm dreading as a parent because I think I may have large children.  The faze I'm talking about is when you get all bundled up so you can't bend your arms or legs and you look like a star fish, and you go SLEDDING!  this was awesome cuz you just sat on the sled being all fat, and your parents pulled you and your sled EVERYwhere.  (this reminds me of those child basket trolly things that rich parents attach to the back of their bikes n' sit there kids in and pull them.  not the seat that goes on the back of the moms bike, I'm talking about that canvas covered chariot for children who are going to have a life of let downs once they get to big to be pulled in it.  stupid lucky kids whom I'm still jealous of.)

what was i talking about...right, I digress.

Then we got a bit older and ventured farther discovering a labyrinth of walking paths, which of course we assumed were put there for us to use our rad neon green BMX bikes.

Then of course we hit the stage were we rebelled and used remote areas of the forest to get into tomfoolery.  you know,  hide porno mags (which seemed to always be at least a decade old), and......  well thats all that comes to mind really, but I'm sure we hid other precious gems... don't judge me, u did the same shiz.  damn.

Then much later once it was no big deal to be just beyond the backyard, on the river shores, or anywhere in between, there was the boozedrinks.  Generally me and my homies would only get about a drink deep each and be to smashed to know what's up,  so we'd just go home.

I don't really know what the moral of all this is.  I think exploring new things is fun no matter how old you are.

By the by,  volleyball is going better.  my body feels strong again and not in constant pain in the feet and knees.  I feel like a young Dallas Soonias again circa 2006.

I baked a pie tonight.  That was a part of the culinary arts I've never explored before.  anyways.  let them know you love them.  peice out.

I like South Beach but I'm in St. Tropez

....You know I'm fairly sure the last team we played probably thinks I'm a bit off in the head brains.  It was a three set game, and I spent the whole third set dropping ODB and Skee-lo rhymes.  odd thing is I'm playing the best ball i've been playing all year.  I hardly remember anything from the third set other than a few plays and our coach yelling at us.  It must just be different for everyone to find a way to play their best.

oh snap,  last week I was driving past St. Tropez France, while listening to Jay-Z rap about St. Tropez France.  How cool is that!   AND I"M OUT!!

pff... Dude needs a diary

Before you read this, I wanna apologize, cuz I kinda sound like Kanye's new album.  juuuusst endless bitching.  there ya go,  its in your hands now.

You know,  its true that things were always better in your memory than they were at the time.  likewise, things that you dream of, or look forward too, are rarely as sweet as you thought they were going to be.  Of course there are exceptions such as the new Q-tip album, which is as awesome as u'd expect.  but the vast majority of stuff blew, or will blow.  Like check me out, I live in the south of France.   u heard meh, The South of France.  La Sud du France.  Sounds cool huh.  I bet you wanna live here.  don't play, even I wanna live there, but thats the thing,  I DO live here, and like so many things, excluding lindor chocolate or disney land, its not as cool as most would have hoped.

example: remember how awesome that party was that time?  You know the one that was the bomb diggity and stands above all other partys that whole year?  well aren't you forgetting how hung over you were the next day, or how there was that annoying chick/dude bugging you all night, or where u had to sleep that night?

seems we only remember the dope parts and forget the wack parts.

I remember when I started playing this game so many years ago, I had so much fire; so much desire to reach the top, and not just the top of my team or country, I wanted the world.  I think I had a shot but it seemed the more success I had, the more I saw things for what they are, which is always different than what you expected; like meeting a movie star.

I don't know why I'm so gloomy lately.  might have to do with the losses in my family recently. Its tuff not being able to be with family,  more so in the hard times then the best times.  maybe its just that time of year, when the northern half of urff is all dead because of winter.  or maybe its just the trouble at the office.

(might be a good time to say that I know I'm blessed.  In the big picture, like world wide frame, I feel very thankful for what I have in my life)

U know I used to deliver pizza in Red Deer.  Honestly it was the sweetest job.  Late hours, but seriously,  driving around with pie's listening to music? pretty dope job.  I'm sure it wasn't as sweet as it is in my memory but what is?   

.... man I need a diary, I must sound like a huge knob.

Now I pose a question to you, and think about it hard, cuz there's going to be a quiz later.  Would you rather open a Record shop, or a Music studio?  Lets say a massive HMV / Virgin Mega store, or a basement studio professionally equipped.  If you think about it, there's so many reasons to want both.  the one that jumps at me, is do you want every hot track ever written and recorded, or do you wanna start fresh.

I like tracks that make me think about everything at once, or absolutely nothing.  like "Rising up" by The Roots.

Ok fine, one more question.  My Physiotherapist asked me this today:  I

f you could go holiday anywhere in the world, where would u go if money and time were not issues?  

Oddly enough the place that weighed heaviest for me was a house boat in BC in summer.  It wouldn't be too hard, cuz I fear the sun, and people would speak english, which is what I'm best at speaking...words,  and there would be water, but it wouldn't be salt water and make me wanna throw up after 15 mins.   how boutchew?

I'm gonna feel like such an idiot tomorrow for posting this for you to read.