Another day, but this time I made my maiden voyage to the gym and pumped those muscles for all good of 35 mins. Brad was in the background flexing as he does with a whole lot more weights than what I could ever handle. I’m on a high, and I need to capitalise on these good feelings so I can build up a reserve. Much like the chipmunks who store food in their cheek pouches. Hahaha, … don’t you love cartoons that educate. I’d like to thank Brett who tirelessly called me and replied to my texting when I was down trodden in the dumps. It’s shouldn’t come as a surprise when someone is suddenly faced with their own mortality, that everythings takes on a new perspective. I like that word, ‘perspective’, not often do I get to use a word with 11 letters, … twice! I’ve been off the turps for around 11 months, except for 3 times when I fell thirsty and water was scarce. Two Saturday’s ago I was lured to the local Inn by the Hornsby Rugby Team, that was a night to remember!!!! I even got cosy with a hooker, here’s the picture to prove it. The first two times were when things just hit rock bottom after a great deal of disappointment. Almost everything looks different now after my last result, nothing needs to make sense. Just thought of an interesting book title, ‘Crab-like Hobby Dream’ … love, sex, and happy forever after. Is this what they call ‘intuition’?

Unbelievable results today everyone, the cancer count has dropped. Yessiree, the numbers are on my side finally, this is the second drop, the pomegranate juice works, all that up, down, up, down, up, down on the dumb bell lifty thingy works, the meds probably contributed, the sleeping pills are useless, and having awesome friends definitely works. My mate Pete not only furnished me with accurate and detailed information about the songs Prince sang during his Australian tour, but he also left me a good book titled, “The Secret Language of your Body”. The book contained 230 pages of words that even my bi-focals struggled with, … and I’m not sure what drove Pete to even imagine I could cope with that, … and so I thumbed through to the pages that connected most with me, and I read those 6 pages over and over and over again. I was even more ecstatic when the doctor said, see you in 6 months time. This was my verbal assurance from the grand wizard (who also wore the coolest watch) that although Sydney had been issued with a severe weather warning tonight with the State Emergency Services on high alert, I can sleep well tonight and for the next 182.5 nights likewise. Those wild winds can blow the roof off my house, I’m still going to cuddle warmly under my blanket, content that everything can get better. I have been issued with a free Get Out of Jail card, and I’m bashing this one down on the monopoly table hard for impact. If the table breaks, who cares. I’m going back to the gym tomorrow to work on my pecs, eat bananas and drink gallons of protein shakes. I’m going to dream tonight about conquering Mount Everest, and if I forget my oxygen equipment, who cares! Adios Chichitos.

Yup, that’s a picture of the pristine waters at Hawaii, and also a great view of my perspective on life. While everyone was splashing around in the water, I was taking a keen interest on the small things. The little fish were almost see through, and if you stared long enough, you would see a colony of them, or is that a school of them. Interesting that the people who collected words for the first English dictionary associated groups of fish with the house of learning and academics. Don’t they only have a 3 second memory? And how the hang did someone find that out? I just love the way the Japanese come up with clever brain games, I like Sudoku a lot. I read somewhere that you need to exercise the brain with mathematical and IQ type games to minimise the incidence of memory loss. I’ve reduced my sleeping tablet intake to minimise my troubling memory loss, this has been worrying. Im also doing Sudoku puzzles, to kick start the neurons. Once this works, I’ll look for my keys again. Tomorrows’ a big day, I find out the next set of lotto numbers that determine whether life has been sweet. I had a shave tonight so that the oncologist would think I’m half decent, and I’ve laid out my clothes similarly to someone attending a job interview. I hope I pass! Good night sweetos almatomichios. More evidence I should have been in the printing industry when the dictionary was being put together.

Place one big tick next to: “Go to Prince Concert”. I saw him at Melbourne and the VIP seats were more than well worth the cost. Flavour Flav from Public Enemy stood and danced next to me for most of the night. At the bottom of this post is a section for “Leave a Reply”, I’m actually interested in what sort of things people have on their ‘must see – must do’ list. T minus 2 weeks before my next set of blood tests. Why does it feel like judgement day every 3 months? I’m compelled to share Bens’ rugby game last weekend (as I do with Brads’) because the little bugger scored his first try for the season. The Barker forward pack were rucking the ball at the opponents 22 mark, when Ben picked the ball and ran for the try line. He ran into and past four of the opposition players. He had a clear passage towards the try line, when one of the other boys sprinted and shoulder charged him. Penalty was given to Barker and with a quick tap, the ball was handed to Ben who railroaded through the defense line, with three of them hanging onto this little locomotive. What an awesome Saturday, once again! This is just as therapeutic as a 30 minute gym session. I get the clearance tomorrow whether or not, I can resume the gym after the Gall Bladder operation about 4 weeks ago. I love the way magicians are able to conjure up these amazing tricks that have you wondering how precisely they did it. Some people use cards, hats, rabbits and ribbons, some use ‘trust’. Although I can never understand it, ‘trust’ should never be laundered with any form of trickery, it’s just one of those accessories that glitter in its’ purest form. If you repeatedly introduce a flaw, it will never have the same value. Why am I waffling about magic tricks and trust, you ask? Well, just because. A big gratifying thank you hug to Isobel, who unexpectedly called out to me, “You’re looking great!” yesterday while she was working at the Coonanburra Cafe. Hey, even guys appreciate these feel good comments. Now I want to check out every woof whistle, never know, it could be for me … from a girl!

Are title’s meant to mean anything, well I know this should mean something to someone out there. If not, the majority of you would have thought it was some new texting acronomyn … maybe? Short for ‘live’? I dunno … Anyway, I have been quite content with my newfound goal from the last post and have decided that I need a support team to help reach the tip of Mount Everest. I came to this conclusion after a cup of Cappuccino, so here I am thinking, who and what do I need on this adventure. I can’t do it alone as it will be freaky, especially if there’s a howling wolve (or bleating mountain goat) in the distance. I’ve watched enough horror movies to know that the screetching violins will soon follow and I will definitely need a spare pair of pants. Can I borrow someone else’s in the (extremely rare) event this happens, promise that I’ll return this item of clothing washed. I also need a ‘shoulder’, a broad one, not too broad, feminine but not easily bruised, so that I can load my burdens onto. I’m no cry baby so forget the tissues, bring them for yourself instead. I need a donkey or mule, … wait, a Stallion that can withstand high altitudes and carry alot of heavy supplies, a microwave, lobster, another horse with a chef, and … Mount Bloody Everest???!!!?, what am I thinking … lets start with ‘a mile’ first. Something a little more achievable. OK, let me get back to you on this one, while I revise my plan. Anyone seen my Nike shoes? Brad won today by the way, throwing in some nifty side-stepping dance moves around 4 of West Harbours best, to get a try for the Warringah Rats (34 vs 17). Really made my day! Ben also won his game for Barker College against Cranbrook School. I just knew I had try scoring genes in my DNA. I was wondering about something on the way to rugby this afternoon, I had driven past a lady perched over the open hatch of her station wagon. A large dog was tied to the tow bar, and the lady was blocking her nose with one hand while making sweeping motions with the other. Clearly, the dog had poo’ed in the car and she was ushering the dogs produce onto the road. It then struck me, why do we block our noses from bad odours, don’t we draw in the fog of stinky smell instead through our mouth? Eeeeewwww, tasty. Gotta go, and work out ways to LYV life to the fullest!