190th Post - No

Karen's/Karin's/Darian O'Toole's obituary has not been published yet.

Had a busy day. Up early to bowl for the Bowl for Kids thing for Big Brothers and Big Sisters. At my work, I meekly attempted to field a team and was delighted to learn that there was enough interest to field 2. Our two teams raised nearly 10% of the funds raised during the 2 hour time slot allotted to the provincial government, where I work.

People were thanking me afterward for organizing this. I didn't do much more than ask if they wanted to play and make sure that they had what they needed to raise money for BBBS. Of course, I'll take the credit, though. I am like that.

Afterward, I was looking forward to a nice nap, but Patricia wanted to do the stained glass thing with a gf of hers. I dropped her off there and am now at a public library, blogging my little heart out, with the after effects of an exra large double-double coursing through my veins. May run a marathon in 30 minutes or so. And paint the house (internally and externally) .

Oh, by "gf", I mean "girlfriend", not "garlic fingers". Wanted to get that out there. I find that "gf" is an ambiguous letter combination. It is all about context. I mean, when a woman flirted with me about 5 years ago and asked if I had a "gf", I figured she wasn't hungry (for food, at least) and told her all about Patricia. She burst into tears and slinked off. When a pizza place advertises a special Large Pizza With the Works and a Free Medium GF, they're not offering a free woman along with a pizza. Certainly not for twenty dollars! Although, come to think of it, pizza and beer and a woman is a nice combination. Slippers. I want slippers. Pizza and beer and a gf and a pair of slippers. And a hockey game. Yeah! Pizza and beer and a gf and a pair of slippers and a hockey game on the tube. I'm there.

Patricia and this gf of hers will join me for dinner at a place called Lefty's a little bit later on, right after I peel myself off the ceiling and the XL DD wears off a bit more. Patricia and I went there for dinner a week or so ago, or tried to, but found that there was a large line up. I don't do line ups to eat. I am not a horse queuing up for the trough. I am Bevboy and I shouldn't have to wait to eat.

Time to go off and slay a dragon. I'll never have an XL DD again!!

Bevboy