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Dragon Boat Festival
June 25, 2007, 6:14 am
Filed under: events, ottawa, Sports

I took part in my second Dragon Boat festival this past weekend at Mooney’s Bay. Last year I was a paddler – one amongst twenty. This year however, I was the drummer. Rather, I was in the position of the drummer but after realizing in the first race that I am incapable of drumming and yelling at the same time, I became “the yeller” in the second race and used the drum for celebratory purposes only.

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Single in the city
June 18, 2007, 1:43 am
Filed under: a & e, recommendations, Restaurants, Sports, travel

Husband was off to Toronto on Friday evening, after a lovely dinner at Siam Bistro in Westboro, leaving me single for a few days. As usual, the unexplainable mania I feel when he leaves town for a few days led me to be very, very tired by Sunday night. I don’t know why I get that hyper – it’s not as though he in any way hinders my activities when he’s home, so maybe it’s to distract myself until he returns… but that sounds way too lame. Anyway, the hysteria sets in and I’m off to the races with overlapping commitments and barely enough time to do my hair, let alone put on make-up from one activity to the next. Continue reading



Vendredation Day
June 15, 2007, 6:52 am
Filed under: ottawa, recommendations, Sports

Here’s a bit of a twist on the classic recommendations I usually give.

Next time your hanging out with a friend who doesn’t have cable (everyone’s got one), flip on the television. Watch their dismay as they miss the transition of credits between So You Think You Can Dance and CSI… traumatic. Confirm for them that the dancers that are kicked off SYTYCD are then dissected. Then tell them that they’re right – reality TV has become that extreme and that they should definitely resist getting cable and stay firmly entrenched in their moral anti-cable high ground. Their trauma is so entertaining!

Note: This exercise is best done with copious amounts of cheese (without crackers), fruit, two-bite brownies (at least two varieties), cookies and of course, vino tinto.

It’s my first dragon boat practice this weekend, after missing the first two… that’s right ladies, the drummer for Boatylicious has arrived! I’m just excited I get to yell for an hour straight without anyone looking at me like I’m nuts. It’s a dream come true.

Have a great weekend everyone!!



Reflecting on Beach Volleyball
May 31, 2007, 6:14 am
Filed under: ottawa, Sports

My forearms still hurt.



Race Weekend
May 28, 2007, 6:12 am
Filed under: ottawa, Sports

Well, it’s official. I’m never training for a race outdoors again. I had three gym sessions to train for the 10K on Saturday and came in with a new personal best – 54:14. I had been dreading it for weeks and, not surprisingly, got that stupid feeling of accomplishment crossing the finish line and relief that I hadn’t given up prematurely. 

As always, the run was great to be a part of. Over 7,000 runners assembled downtown on a beautiful May evening, being welcomed by the Premier (who made the joke that on days like Saturday, weather was provincial jurisdiction… I’m such a bureaucratic dork that I laughed) and Rick Mercer, who I’m saddened to say, wasn’t nearly funny enough.

In addition to the gym training, I’m also going to give credit to the playlist I put together just before the run, which I’ll be posting on the “running playlists” page. It’s an assembly of a lot of the usual suspects, but sometimes re-ordering is all that’s needed.

Best of all, everyone I knew running the half and the one person running the full (that’s you, Sarah!) did so with what I can only imagine was elegance and grace (and chafing and sweating). I can’t tell you how proud I am of all of you.



All smiles
April 10, 2007, 7:43 am
Filed under: events, ottawa, Sports

Ready for a ramble? Good…

Last night, Fowl Language (bball team extraordinaire – in everything but winning games) hit the Harlem Globetrotters at the Scotiabank Place… in A Box.

On the way there, we were talking about how some peoples’ faces in their relaxed state give the appearance of unhappiness – a default frown, if you will. A few of us in the car seem to have those faces which have incited such actions as random men coming up in a bar to say “you can smile and have a good time you know?” or grade 6 bullies beating a smile onto one’s face. True stories. This naturally led into a discussion of situations in life that are so good that you just can’t wipe the smile off your face.

Coincidentally, last night was one of those very situations.

It started with the right mood. Any chance I get to spend an evening with these ladies, I know it’s going to be a good one. Anna came by to pick up Amy and I and praise goddess, the Volvo was working. The late 1980’s shiny black Volvo wagon was working, and my season-long wish was going to be fulfilled! I was such a happy camper. After dinner, the chocolate started flowing, the sugar high started to rise. We were going to A Box.

I’ve never been in an Arena Box. I probably will likely never again be in an Arena Box (as, I realized last night, I married too early and should have thought about holding out for someone with Box privileges). I loved that Box. I watched all of about six and a half minutes of the show because I was too busy enjoying The Box. Wandered in and out; took pictures; paced around; used the private bathroom; chatted on the leather couches; ate the carrot chocolate, then the ginger chocolate, then all the timbits. And the whole while, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my otherwise miserable face.

Weird. The word “Box” has suddenly lost all meaning.

Fowl Language a la Box



Foul for Unnecessary Roughness
April 5, 2007, 7:01 am
Filed under: Sports

Something has come to my attention lately, something that perhaps isn’t new to many readers, but is very new to this blogger. It would seem that people are actually judging and feeling anger towards fans of “their” opposing hockey team. You may say it’s all a joke, but I sense something real and dark underlying it all. Specifically, I’m referring to the rivalry in which I am always stuck in the middle of: The Leafs (although I still contend they should be called the Leaves) and the Habs, and because we’re in Ottawa, I’ll throw the Sens/Leafs rivalry in there too.

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