Can't sit still...

My Achilles is sore and I feel burnt out, so for the next few days I'm taking it easy. Do you think I could sit still? Nope.

I slept in as long as I could, which was until about 9 am. Then I went down stairs and started playing on my computer.

Sure enough, after a cup of coffee, I had to take a pee-pee. I went to the washroom and as I was waiting for some "flow", I spit into the toilet.

The only problem was the spit didn't hit the bowl. It hit the Saran wrap that Reid put over the entire mouth of the toilet. I didn't even see it. Had I not spit and realized there was plastic wrap covering the toilet, my pee was all over the entire bathroom.

I was dumb struck. What the heck? What if I didn't spit? What if I had a full flow? Do you know how messy the bathroom would have been? I'm sure it would have bounced all over the walls and floor. What was he thinking? Did he design that trick specifically for me?

First off, I was impressed with his trick. I laughed. After all, no harm done. Then I started thinking, "Didn't he realize that if it worked I was dragging him out of bed to make him clean it up"?

At that moment, I realized he is his fathers son. He evaluated the situation and was prepared to take the "wrath" of dad, for the sake of a good laugh. I actually wished it worked. There would be nothing more gratifying to me than waking him up and watching him clean up "my" pee. It would have been, "you missed a spot, put some elbow into it, man that was a good trick, eh Reid?".

When he woke up I told him that his trick worked and he was now grounded. I wanted to see how he was going to react. It was anti-climatic. He didn't fight or argue, he accepted it graciously. It was like he was pre-prepared to do "his time". I told him, he gets to do nothing, nada, just "bread and water".

Then 30 minutes later he tells me, "you didn't pee, you just spit". There was only one other person that knew "the truth" and I asked her not to say anything before he woke up.

If you've ever seen the "Honeymooners", you'll remember the words "One of these days...Pow! Right in the kisser! One of these days Alice, straight to the Moon".

Sure enough, Mother bear told baby bear what really happened. The worst part was he thought that since it didn't work, he wasn't liable. Long story short, he got off for "attempted murder".

I love the fact he tried to get me, it keeps things fun. What he doesn't yet understand is pay back can be a "bitch". I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I have a few days of rest and relaxation and nothing but time on my hands to think about it. Please, if anyone wants to leave a suggestion on what my next step should be, I'm all ears.

After my morning near pee disaster, I sat down at my computer and decided to create a photo book. The problem is I have over 13,000 images and a lot of them are "non-keepers". I've always always wanted to do a book from when Alice and I met until present day with the kids. Once I started looking at the photos, I realized I needed to "thin the herd".

This is how my day went; eliminate photo's, shower, eliminate photos, grocery shop, eliminate photos, drink beer, watch the masters, eliminate photos, smoke a cigar with Jamie, eliminate photos, barbecue steaks, eliminate photo's and drink more beer.

In the end, I eliminated 5000 images. Afterwards my head was spinning. From the photo editing, not the beer. Alice had to close my computer. I wanted to stop, but couldn't. I guess you could say I'm obsessive compulsive. Who would have thunk?

I was so focused, I only checked my twitter once or twice today. Although, I did see one of the best I've ever got. It was from Johan, my South African twitter friend. He decided to do Ironman Lake Placid next year.

I'm so stoked. Prior to his decision we'd been communicating back and forth. He said he was thinking of doing one in North America and wanted to know if I wanted to do it with him. Duh, of course I would.

I was leaning towards Lake Placid because I think it's the perfect location. Johan and his family could fly into Toronto, stay at "the house of Payne" if they dare, meet all the other Ontario PFG's, tour the best City Canada has to offer and ride on some awesome cycling roads. Then drive to Lake Placid a few days before, rent a cottage and do Ironman Lake Placid. And if there's time during his visit, maybe have a beer or two.

Now it's on. I love it and can hardly wait. My brother from another mother, and his family is coming to Canada. "Party on Garth". (Simon and Jevon, if you guys are reading this, you should join as well - come on my sisters from another mister).

However, I do feel incredible pressure, next year I need to be in the shape of my life. My goal is to not let him cross that line and have more than two beers before I finish.

Changing subjects and going back to the beginning of my blog, now that I think about it, I should have realized Reid was up to no good. I didn't piece together Reid making Saran wrap underwear for himself last night.

Rest Day

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