Early golf, interrups rodent romp!

Good weekend all! Am having a good one myself, sort of a golf sandwitch, played friday afternoon, and then 8:15 this morning. Better then the double dipp, a day inbetween to nap is nice! Played well on friday, so had high hopes for today, and while I played fairly well, that has to take a back seat to the wildlife story.

This first shot is of the first tee at Burnaby Central pich-n-putt, with the sun just breaking through the mist and gloom! The next one is of hole #10, notice the super tall, straight trunked, trees? well some old timer,(well I guess thats realitive, I'll call him a comtemporary,) that I was paired up with, was telling me that in the way back time, those trees were planted for sailing ship masts, and they built the golf course around what was left over. Now this third shot is of a too brave little squirrle, who was poising on our way out,(I played with Donnie today,) about 5 ft. away, standing up, begging, untill I set down everything and dug out my camera, then he splt, maybe the half blind bunny warned him or something. Donnie said he fed him a part doughnut before the round, so he must have been coming back for the rest. O.k. on to the good stuff, on the 11th tee box, Donnie looks up at a stump in the bush right behind us and said,"look at them squirrles going at it!" Now I thought he ment fighting, or somthing. But no, they were really going at it! Bamp, bamp, ba bawwoowh, shicka, shicka!(my interpertation of classic 70's porn sound track, read it agian, it'll make more sense this time!) I have never seen anything like this before!(and I grew up on a farm,) within about 3 min. they changed positions, like, 4 or 5 times,(and I swear he gave her a little smack on the tail one time!) I kept thinking I should grab my camera, but they surely would bolt, any time now. Fianally, they tore off,(I think maybe she was shy, but him, not so much,) and it may have been the sun, but it looked like he gave me a little furry finger, on his way out. Now to me the best part, was the whole time, about 10ft. away, two crows were watching them consumate thier love. So here we stand, watching birds, watching rodants, not wanting to be watched! I think this through my game off a little. Another cool thing about Burnaby Central, is on sunday mornings, the radio controlled model boat club comes down and takes over the local duck pond, I barley missed a shot of a little duck, just booting it between these two tug boats! some days there are lots of cooler boats here, but these are nice too.(don't want to piss off the little boat people, I spend too much time near water hazzards, they're tiny, they could be lurking anywhere!) For any of you wondering about my underware dilemma, I tried a belt these last two times, and it really did help,(after I tightend it another notch, I think I did lose a bit of mass!) but it did bring up another issuse,(all ways happens, right?, when ever you find a good solution, it usally causes some other problem,) one of my habbits is to grab my pouch,(hip sack, man purse, whatever!) and right before I swing, I quickly twist it 90 degrees to the left, this clears it out of the way of my hip rotation, and help not unbalance me. So the new trick is to grab my belt instead of my hip sack, and give that a quick, left hand twist!(go ahead and try it for your self, grab the top of your pants and twist(quickly!)90 degrees to the left, about half way through your body starts to twist too, its physics dont you know?) My freinds seam to think this is funny, so go ahead, you can laugh at me too!

Time for the bachelor tips of the week, this is more of a philosophy, with some exampels thrown in. Remember the crazy punk daze of the 70's/early 80's, one of the best things to come out of all that, was a sence of "do it yourself"(it took me years to figger out what the "DIY" tee-shirts meant, I thought it was the kool new way to spell DIE!) I recently saved several hundred $ by doing my own muffler repairs on the Landcrusier, I bought a few dollars worth of extention parts and clamps from Canadian Tire,(hey guys, your welcome for the shout out, maybe next time I'm stupid enough to grace your understaffed wonderland, you could maybe not make me wait for 20 min. in three differnt lines, before you tell me my return's too old, so I have to pay the $1.89 for the correct clamp anyways!) and like a giant erector set, I rigged it all together. It is amazing what you can do with a couple chunks of 2x4, and a good hammer. The top piece is so tight, I did not bother clamping it.(yes the 20min. clamp.) While it was apart, I painted the pieces, notice how I smartly,(lazy ly)painted them the same(almost)colour of the very greasy engine. The only problem I've had with this DIY repair is, it's too quite, I got used to it growling like a hungry bear, now it purrs like a kitten.(or maybe a squirrle in love! some thing cute and or fulffy anyways.)

O.k. This next ones not going to be for every one,(not like washing socks in peanut butter jars, or sucking toothpaste,) this is one of my teeth, its been bugging me for, oh, a while now...about three years ago, back when I was un-bacherlored(?) and she had a overpaid, goverment type job, and we had real good dental/medical, my tooth started to get a little loose, but I had other things to worry about.(obviously I didn't worry enough, as now I'm single!) Fast foward about a year, now she's left, and taken the dental care with her, I'm not mental about the dental to begin with, so when I found out it would cost me about $100 out of my pocket to get it pulled, I thought better of it. Fast foward another year, the tooth has not gotten any better on its own, go figger. So now I decide to let it fall out on its own, kind of let nature take it's course. Fast foward another year, still not fallen out yet, starting to bug me more and more, miss green apples, and corn on the cob! Fast forward to this friday, tooth buggin' me all day, so I went golfing, no good, golfed well, but tooth did not tighten it self up, what the hell, I gave it like 3 years, and still its not fixing itself! Enough! I decided to borrow a scene from Tom Hanks in Castaway, and preform,(freeform)DIY dentistery. Unlike Tom, I did not feel the need to bash myself in the face with a skate,(although it would have been very Canadian of me,) nor did I have a bloodied, talking vollyball,(I bet I would have helped,) what I do have is a resoureful mom. When my brother and I were little boys, the dentist was a long distance trip, one they were not going to make every time one of our baby teeth were coming out, so my mom DIYed. What she would do is tie a string to the loose tooth, and the other end to a door knob, or some times a heavy winter boot, then to distract us, she would tell us a story. Some time during the story,(and she was a great story teller, probably still is, I've not had 12 yrs. to sit around and listen to her for about 30 yrs. now,) she would slam the door shut, or knock the boot off the table, and the tooth would just "pop" out!(crafty, except one time, during the story, my brother, used his tongue to remove the string, so when the boot fell, the tooth stayed, and we got double story! he's crafty too!) So, here I am, friday night, looking at my doors, all of them are hollow, and I had this image of the door breaking, and me, with a knob hanging from a string, attached to a half ganked(giant yank, gank)out tooth, hanging from its last super gripped on root! So the doors were out.(except the big steal front door, and I ruled it out because, if I pass out and fall, all there is below me is steal steps and concrete. On to plan two, I think my tooth was too tough for a boot off the table, so I filled up two Gatorade jugs, and put them into a cooler, then went to get a micky of whiskey, I figgerd by the time I was half done,...well you get the idea. So a couple hours later, and my tooths not bugging me any more,(so why fix it?)I then thought maybe the cooler would not be heavy enough, humm, half bottle later, and I think I should redo my complex math! so I fill tw0 more Gatorade jugs, put them in the cooler, tie a waxy yellow cord around the cooler, put down some couch cushions so I don't break my favorite cooler, set the cooler on the edge of my table,(about 6 or 7ft. away) grabbed my first extra long putter, tried the other end, of the cord, onto my offending tooth, and slowly started to nudge the cooler off the table...watching t.v., trying to be "surprized" like mom use to do it. Thinking to myself, I wish I had wilson here to help me, "WILSON!", ha ha, that funn..WHAM! there it goes! and I mean gone! the cooler wobbled off the table edge, and like it was catapulted, the tooth tore out of there!(took a chunk of lip with it, just for spite.) First thought,"wow, it worked", second thought, "of course it did, you moron, you got like 15lbs. falling 4 feet, with 3 feet of slack! lucky only one came out!" So I follow the yellow cord, and up agianst the wall, about 15 feet away from where I was, I find the tooth. I'm going to keep it with my other lost tooth, just in case you get my skull ice bucket, there won't be any annoying gaps. About 10 min. latter, after the bleeding stopped, and I'm pretty proud of myself, saved $100, no waiting room, no nothing,...then I start to get the cold sweats, and it all gets a little grey, so I strip down,(don't look, don't even think it,)to my boxers, and crank the fan on high for about 10 min. till I feel well enough to go to bed. Saturday morning my mouth felt better then in a long time. Lesson learned, when in doubt, gank that sucker out! I'm going out for apples! have a great week, DufferKev.