University bound with wheels...

Not much to report, other than it seems my right Achilles is now bothering me more than the left one. It's sore to the touch and the only thing I could do today was ice it. It's amazing how good it feels after icing.

My plan was to swim today and ride and run on the weekend. I don't see the ride and run on the weekend happening with my sore Achilles. Even though it was caused from yesterday's run, I'm glad I did it anyway. I can feel my legs and quads got a good workout and are getting stronger. I'm much more confident about my strength.

My original plan was to swim today, until Reid told me he wanted me to take him swimming on the weekend. He wants to to get in some "pool time" before his swim club tryout on Tuesday. So rather than swim today, I postponed it until tomorrow. The plan is to go to the afternoon showing of the movie "Kick-Ass" and then swim. I'm looking forward to it, both for me, and to see how he does.

I also found out that Alyssa decided to go to Ryerson University and is going to be taking the Psychology Degree program. On Thursday, she attended a "mock class" at the University. It was to help give the prospective students an idea of what to expect if they attended Ryerson. She said she really enjoyed it.

I'm happy for her, she's very smart and has the ability to do well. She's definitely University material. She'll also be one of the few people in our "family tree" to get a University degree. I think only my Grandfather, two of my Uncles and my Sister got University degrees and a few others got community college diploma's.

At our family get togethers do not have a lot of high brow academic talk. They're fun events, we just don't go too deep. You'll hear a fart before you hear someone talk about Maslow's Hierarchy of needs. Actually you'll hear a lot of farts before you hear someone talking about that.

In school, most of the "males in our tribe" were class clowns, in trouble, or both. For most of us, we would have considered joining the Circus before we even entertained thinking of going to University. I know I thought of joining the Circus more than once over the years.

I considered school a necessary evil. To me, it was like a prison. It was tough enough for me to even finish high school. I couldn't even imagine wanting to subject myself to four more years of pain and suffering. I just wanted to "do my time" and get out and make a life for myself.

With that said, I'm glad Alyssa's decided to go. It will definitely broaden her horizons and open doors to a world of possibilities. Also, in today's world, having a degree is the "price of admission" when looking for a job. Unless you have years of working experience, you need a degree of some sort or your resume goes in the garbage.

With a psychology degree I've started to learn there is lots of potential job opportunities in the medical field and in the corporate world. I was googling careers you can get with a Psychology degree and I was amazed how many came up, much more than I would have thought.

The Ryerson campus is in the heart of Downtown Toronto and she's decided she wants to live at home and commute on the Go Train. Which I don't mind, it saves me money and she's not one who wants to be part of the University "Animal House" lifestyle or have room mates. Me on the other hand, the ONLY reason I'd go to University is for the "Animal House" lifestyle. Come to think of it, I really should get a paternity test done on Alyssa.

In order to help Alyssa out in her commute from home to the Go Station and back, I told her she could have Alice's car and Alice can get a new car. Alyssa was pretty happy when she heard that. Alice, jokingly, not so much. She likes her car.

Alice has never had a newer car of her choice, so this will be the first. She's wanting a Honda coupe and I'm trying to push her into a BMW 325i convertible. I told her I could probably find a great deal on one from the US. Reid wants her to get a new Camero. I'd be cool with that. In the end, it will be Alice's choice.

For the rest of the night, it was rest and relaxation and I fell off the beer wagon, hard. By the end of the night I got so hungry that I bet Reid $10 that he couldn't make the "perfect pancake". He was working away like the "swedish chef on the muppets" and I think he spoiled a couple and the kitchen was a mess, but he did it and I'm 1lbs heavier and $10 lighter.

Rest Day

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