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And That’s Summer 2014 Complete

Happy Labour Day to ya!

Last 1/3 of the year, here we go,
it’s heads down & work time.

(see my theory: the Rhythm of a Year [video], and the blog tag – Time)

Below are some more miscellaneous summer photos, and with that I’m going back to daydreaming in my deck chair.

TTYT

You.

My one annual toes-in-water moment.

A dinner.

More pointing.

Bought a skirt to race in.

Finding silence.

My house is still a disaster.  I still haven’t bought furniture.

Anything you read by me in the last 2 weeks, is from this mini-desk, which I am mega-over.

(blog tag = desk)

Don’t have a mirror, either. So I use video on my phone to check my outfits.

A Barbapapa.

Only cartoon I ever liked.

Going to see Niki this week.

Go too: 416-301-1072 Brennen Demelo Studio

Drones are coming guys, in droves.

That’s Justin’s. He’s a drone pioneer, and his company Heli Video Pros now includes a factory, phft.

If you’re looking to purchase a pro-drone, he’s the guy to buy from. Here’s the store.

Because race car.

I loved Summer 2014.

 

 

 

Going to try Jujitsu for a Minute

Can’t keep not exercising forever.

This is Linda and I at our first lesson, at Cavalo Brazilian JiuJitsu. Supposedly it’s a great martial arts for girls, because it’s a real equalizer – someone little like me can take down a 220 lb man.

Our instructor there in the black is 4th-black belt, Eduardo Rocha, one of the world’s best. Good first instructor huh.

You’re going down, Linda.

So I’m learning the basics, like this Keri, then like that Keri, okay I’m getting it, then:

Me: hey I can add a couple elbows into this move
Instructor: there’s no punching in Jujitsu, Keri.
Me: WHAAAAT?!
Me: mega sigh

But my fist kept naturally going back, so I kept hearing: no punching Keri. Keri.No. Punching.

Linda came back and is now pummelling me.

And this is how to break an arm.

Think this’ll be a fun distraction, and I could have a knack for this. Plus it’s a way to shut my brain off completely, like racing: you can’t think about anything else – forced meditation.

Add in that look in my eye (the look that has gotten me into as much trouble, as it has got me out) and tada, let’s fight.  But with punching.

 

 

Holy Crap There’s a Party at my House

No guys, there’s 8 people in my backyard right now, look:

Sure don’t live in the city anymore, huh. The fire brought the neighbours, they just showed up and woah, ok. I have never thrown a party. Ever.

Because guys, like, in my last place where I lived for 2.5 years, I had 5 people over. The whole time. And I could have hit my neighbour with my car, and not known who it was.

kk back to the party I’m apparently hosting.

Thursday night, best night of the week!

It always is.

 

 

Cheersed You with 3 Olives

It was my monthly steak dinner with my BFF, always with martinis. Lots of cackling. Tonight more martinis than usual.

Scrubbed my attic and wrote the news today (Hack a Tesla, get a job – Autonet.ca), but that plus the above means the 5 half-drafted posts I have here, will be published tomorrow.

Probably the most balanced summer I’ve had in 7 years. Good.

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ALS #IceBucketChallenge

I accept my nomination for the ALS #IceBucketChallenge from Didier Marsaud.

I nominate Jim Kenzie, Mark James and Daniel Morad.

6 kg.

I like how this bucket thing has ignited across the internet. Hope everyone who participates also gives their $10, not just the video part.  Here’s the donate link.

Here’s to all ALS sufferers to feel better, because a disease that keeps the mind sharp, while the body decays around it, is the cruelest.

See me flinch? Exactly.