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So this week has been filled with a little craziness. Work has been busy; I’ve been dealing with some injuries; and driving has been rediculous as people went back to work after Snowmageddon. I’ve honestly seen places where I was quite certain someone would die unless something was done about the sidewalks…

Anyway, here are some fun finds of the week to make it all better:

I was commenting on Tuesday about a woman who brought her two sons into a public women’s washroom. The boys were probably 10 and 12 – no joke. I really think she should have saved them the total embarassment they so obviously felt and just went into the mens with them if she was so worried about it.

Anyway, after a quick discussion about it on twitter, the Ask A Urinal site came to my attention, quite by accident. Certainly fitting, though, and definitely funny.

Then one of my bloggers on Grouse Park Sessions posted this hilarious tip on how to deal with fogged up goggles. I can’t explain the many ways this makes me giggle.

My physiotherapy appointments have been funny all on their own, and quite the exercise in humility.

I’ve had a problem with my right hip for some time. It causes pain in my lower back and has been particularly troublesome in the last few weeks. I’m certain it’s from a combination of one-sided activities (8 years of kickboxing plus snowboarding) and running (which is just generally hard on the body) with very little stretching and weight training to speak of. Anyway, the first time I showed up my physiotherapist ended up being a guy I’d gone to high school with… okay, so I’m an adult now and I can deal, right? Not so much. I had to stand in front of him, facing away while he sat with his head at my butt level and his hands on my hips… then what do I have to do? Bend forward and touch my toes. WHAT?! Um… m-kay. It never ceases to surprise me some of the positions we get into that would absolutely NOT be okay if it wasn’t a professional situation. Kind of strange that it’s okay when it’s for the pursuit of a properly functioning body. But things seem to be getting better.

So, uh, would you get a WordPress logo tattooed on you? If you really want to, I’d like to suggest you go with Billy – he’s great, despite the state of his website. Don’t worry, I’m going to fix it soon.

Favourite quote of the week: “click my junk” from Mashable’s FOLLOW FAIL: The top 10 reasons I will not follow you in return on Twitter in reference to auto-DM “thank you for following now click my junk” messages.

Thanks to the very talented Jess Sloss, I came upon this post called Lists That Aren’t Interesting, by Jay Grandin. At first I was wondering why he wrote a list about bowel movements, but it did get funnier from there. And, well, as I’ve said before, my favourite 0ne liner from a movie comes from the monkey in Madagascar, “If you have any poo, fling it now.”

So really, yeah, all my funny stuff I find on Twitter. Twitter got hacked. And phished. And here are 15 Tweets that tell the story from Sarah Jones-Larson.

And last, but certainly not least, the funniest find of the week: Combover for Science!

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k83ECj4mGz0

Oh, but wait, there’s more: Combover Revolution!

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LgdDTc1eh34

Well, that’s it for this week… see you next time!

So yesterday at 4:30, big-man calls me at work from his cell… he’s totalled his bike, but he’s okay. I’m his first call *BRILLIANT* lol! I leave work immediately and make my way to the Cypress Mountain lookout where he says he’s sitting at a picnic table and some nice passers by have given him a bottle of water… um, okay, thanks I suppose.

So I called for an ambulance on my way there – not sure if he did too, actually – by the time I got there we had two ambulances, a fire truck and the fantastic West Vancouver Corporal So-n-So, whose name escapes me – he’s the guy who drives up and down that road in a tinted out Charger trying to entice people to race and gives them a ticket as soon as they do…

So anyway, here’s what happened: big-man came down the hairpin turn at the Lookout and as he came around to the straight section in front of the parking lot, he hit some gravel that had been brushed into the road by a car that took the shortcut. The gravel took him into the grass where he figured he’d ride it out until he could get back on to the road, but didn’t realize there was a cement culvert hiding in the grass.

The front end of his bike shattered on impact, flipped him and the bike over in the air, and tumbled again (I think with him off the bike at this point), coming to a standstill as a broken heap in the grass. He walked away and proceeded to call me.

After 5 hours at LGH, the doctors couldn’t find a thing wrong with him… he’s sore, but alive and unscathed. He has a scratch on his forehead and some abraision on his thigh, but was wearing full leg armour, butt/thigh armour, reinforced leather jacket and a great helmet.

I believe God is not finished with him yet on this earth…

I do apologize for the assault on Thursday night. The crab walking and endless kicks were not my idea. I, like you, prefer to hang out in a relaxed state, martini in hand, on a nice lawn chair somewhere. I completely understand your frustration with the type of endeavour, especially given that we’ve been sick and have missed several kickboxing classes as of late. You know I try my best not to miss, but sometimes it’s simply unavoidable. Why so angry?

Please reconsider the punishment you are offering. Without the ability to lower myself slowly to a seated position, I might actually break something whilst falling to the floor in a heap. I do have a two-year-old after all, and I have to be able to fold you underneath me without tears so I can participate in the day’s floor activities – blocks, crayons and the like.

I do hope you’ll feel a little better about the situation tomorrow. Please just know it was unintentional – I would never purposely create a rift between us. I love you quads.

xoxo