Viewing: May, 2014

The Cost of an Afternoon of Fun

I seem to be somehow feeling my age getting the best of me these days. My mustache which once was standing straight on end back when I was young, now hangs limp on the sides of my face, which also kind of reminds me to buy some industrial grade mousse for it when I go out later. Another thing is my bike riding skills which somehow got rusty and stuff, which also makes me think of why really as I have been riding almost daily with it, so how come that happened?


I was at the skate park this afternoon with several of my friends just chilling around. We were to try the newly renovated wood ramps with a couple of old tricks and also to try out new ones that we saw during the recent X-games competition. We only watch them on the television as time constraints really prohibit us from watching it live. Besides we’re in Canada so going to one really will be really hard, if not costly.

All of us got our bike jumps in, just like old times. Tabletop jumps, getting some serious air under us and grinding the ramps really awakens already sleeping blood. Muscle memory served us well as the tricks we used to perform back in the days are easily repeated now with only cursory practice needed for it. I even did a couple of backflips like old times and it was an exhilarating thing, imagine going upside down while moving forward at fast speeds, and managing to land upright and untangled is kind of hilarious.

The only blemish on an otherwise perfect day was a fall I experienced doing something so simple, that I almost feel ashamed that it happened in the first place. I just jumped on the ramp and when I tried to land, I somehow squeezed the breaks too tightly and I flew off, leaving my clueless bike behind. I did a full face-plant on the ramp and if you were watching me then, you would laugh too, probably along with my jackass friends.

The macho in me dragged my body to the standing position as if nothing really happened, but in reality, my face hurts like hell and I am feeling something moving inside my mouth, probably a tooth or two by the looks of it. I also felt a little gum pain starting, probably from the mouthpiece being pressed too hard against it or maybe from the trauma of my tooth removed from its anchors or something. I expectorated the blood and other debris from my mouth when nobody was looking and I told them that I’d call it a day.

I bought a couple of Tylenol for tooth pain relief and also some ice packs to lessen the swelling on my cheeks  during my ride back home, and carefully applied them quickly before my wife came home, as I would never really hear the end of it if she sees me like this. Knowing her, she probably was worse than my friends when it comes to bullying me and stuff.

If I can only find a valid reason for this, then my wife would probably feel bad for me and maybe, just maybe she’ll commiserate. I just hope she doesn’t see through me and laugh. I just hate it when she tells me that I am already too old for these things.

A Most Fun Visitor

My little niece is currently staying with us for a couple of days because her parents are on a working cruise of some kind. I don’t know how these cruises work or of why they did not bring her with them, all I know is that we are very glad that she is here now and will be spending a great amount of time with us in the near future.

You see my niece Anna is my favorite niece, probably because she is the only niece I got and the remaining kids are all nephews. But kidding aside, we surely welcome any kind of company as it is very boring living in a large house with only a few people in it. No there aren’t really any ghosts in our house and we do love the solitude and peace that it brings, but the company of another human being, especially relatives, brings out a different kind of happiness that only living people can be capable of giving.

On her first day with us, she was very quiet and was contented to just keep to herself. She did speak when she was spoken to but that is the extent of her talking ways. I almost made myself a fool trying many different ways just to make her smile, or illicit any kind of reaction that was hopefully different from her stoically blank stare that she was currently exhibiting. Maybe she was just missing her parents or something and this was her reaction to it, but I thought that the earlier I get her to respond to me, the better she will cope from her parents leaving her for a period of time.

She did sleep in our bed beside my wife as she was afraid of the thunder that is caused by the storm that we experienced the whole of yesterday, with me getting myself comfortable in the sofa which also was an adventure for me, in a kind of back stiffening way.

In the morning, after a long distance call from her parents, her mood thankfully lightened up a bit over breakfast and she also flashed for us a sweet little smile. She probably had seen me sleeping with my Winnie the Pooh blanket and my Mickey Mouse slippers still on and also probably saw me falling from the sofa, thanks to my ever loving wife yelling loudly in my ear.

But the breakout we have been waiting for occurred in the afternoon after I printed for her several coloring pages for her to color, or make into an airplane for that matter, as we all know of how much kids of her age loves coloring things. I thought of printing several of Disney’s Frozen Coloring Pages as her mother said that she particularly adores that movie, and also a couple of My Little Pony Coloring Pages, just because little girls love ponies and all the things associated with them. It worked like a charm, and yes, some of the coloring pages did turn out as airplanes, but all was better after it.

Now on her fourth day with us, she’s already very active around the house and most important of all, she’s acting like the kid that she, in reality, is. She and Missy have gotten along just fine. She even asked me if it were possible for me to teach her how to ride a bike and stuff. Now that’s what I’m talking about. I’m already looking forward to what the next couple of days will bring to us, hopefully more fun.

Non Traditional Pets

I remember my dad bringing home a hedgehog way back when I was only a little boy. It was the first time I saw that kind of a creature and I was frightened by it initially, probably because it was curled up into a prickly ball when it was first shown to me and I was thinking of how painful it would be if I did manage to get poked by it and stuff. But when dad played with it and called its name, it unfurled itself showing a relatively soft underside and a cute little adorable face that seemed to be so innocent and tame, that you would think it is not capable of doing anyone harm.

After several days of me being around him, always making sure I keep a careful eye on him lest he charges for me or something else more horrible, I eventually warmed up to him. Of course dad was there when I bravely ventured near the hedgehog that was eating at the time. He made funny snorting kind of noises while eating and upon seeing that he was busy, I took the chance and touched his quills. It was not as hard and sharp as I imagined it to be, it felt more like plastic and it didn’t hurt one bit, even if I intentionally poked one against my finger.

Dad then explained to me everything he knew about hedgehogs. He said it was a night animal who likes to sleep during the day. It rolls into a ball when it feels threatened and it eats close to everything, from insects such as flies and ants to all kinds of plants and several kinds of animals that are smaller than they are. Dad also said that their spikes are not like the porcupine ones because they do not have barbs or hooks at their ends, and are also not sharp.

We kept the hedgehog in a makeshift produce box that we bought in the market as there was really no hedgehog cages available back then. Dad just made a sort of cave for him using an upturned basket and also sprinkled sawdust on its base to mimic the hedgehog’s natural habitat. We just fed it cooked vegetables and cat food as it seems to have a liking for it and we sometimes let it go out of his cage to wander around our yard, much to the delight of our pet dog who always chases it around.

I forgot what eventually happened to that hedgehog, what I remember is mom and dad talking about releasing it into the wild and stuff, maybe they did do it. I believe it is also illegal to have hedgehogs as pets in our area as even breeders need a state license in-order for them to handle hedgehogs.

I did not remember anything particular with regards to it being a pet, as it generally just keeps to himself in his cave. The only thing that reminds you that he is there are his otherworldly grunts and squeals, which really seems to be not coming from him according to my dad. The novelty of it was fun while it lasted, but sadly it did not last very long.