Our dog Meisha is a little over eighteen months old now and always waits to greet Tressa home from work as seen in the first picture. The second picture is funny because Meisha knows that she is not allowed to go on the couch, but gets around the issue by going on us from time to time. She also has crossed her paws which looks very pseudo ladylike.
Here are a couple of pictures from the summer trip Tressa and I took to California. The first one is of us on a Disneyland ride and the second is of the gorillas we saw at the zoo.
I am entering the half-marathon event in a few weeks in the Saskatoon Mogathon. This will be my first race at this distance. Over the last couple of weeks I have been doing my long runs with my friend Vince - who has ran some marathons - which has been a welcome way to livin up what can otherwise be a long, boring run.
I am happy to say that two nights ago I completed the 21.1km (13.1 mile) distance for the first time. Though it was a slow time - over 2:35 - it was great to accomplish the feat.
Here is one of my favourite songs over the summer. "Come to Light" by the Arkells. Enjoy.
I recently purchased a Google Chromebook. Chromebooks are different from traditional computers because they run on the Chrome Operating System (OS) and the central focus is the browser. Internet connectivity is thus quite important. Another distinction is that installing native apps (local programs) is not possible ( by default ). The hard drive and amount of memory are also much smaller then computers that do focus on native applications.
Ray Lamontagne - Jolene ()
...A man needs something he can hold onto
A nine pound hammer or a woman like you
Either one of them things will do
I ain't about to go straight
It's too late
I found myself face down in the ditch
Booze in my hair
Blood on my lips
A picture of you, holding a picture of me
In the pocket of my blue jeans
Still don't know what love means
Still don't know what love means...
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It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.George Orwell, "1984"
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