the evolution of a prairie boy residing in BC...

Day six and still alive

Sunday, March 12, 2006

So I'm getting really sick of this stupid diet and basically can't wait to return to real eating patterns, tweaked a little of course but you know what I mean. I accidentally ate this zero chocholet bar because I thought it was somehow some kind of diet bar but in reality I just missread the back nutrition part. It seamed all good there was no added sugar in the ingredients but the nutitional info was only for 1 square not the whole thing! Dang blasted...oh well I'm sure the double shuttle bike ride on Seymore through the snow more than covered the damage.

Anyways more importantly my Dad did something cool this last week. I was actually impressed and had a I wished I was there moment. On Friday my Dad along with a couple other guys from his church went and helped out a sheep farmer friend of theirs shear some sheep.



Now you might think well ya I guess Chris' Dad lives in Alberta and there was that new movie about Sheperds filmed there and so that makes sence.....but nnooooooo... you see this is so out of the ordinary. First off my parents are full on city people eventhough my mom was raised on a farm, their lifestyle if basically small city living. Mom's a nurse and Dad's a finatial planner, sits in an office all day and sells people life insurance or RRSP or investments. Anyways I've never seen my dad do any physical activty besides shovel the sidewalk and moe the lawn, ever since his falling into the car pit in Whitehorse when he was in his 20's.




Ok so ya my dad is 67 has a big belly and well doesn't really strike me as the kinda a guy who would go rangle up some sheep. But he did with a couple of other guys and although he didn't shear them, cause well you really should leave that up to the pros he was there trying to push them from behind, pick them up, tickle them on their belly, anything that would get them to move. He said they are pretty stubburn like a mule sometimes ya just can't budge them. He was also describing the sheep dog that would just love chasing the sheep around and then would go into a pose just like this, staring the critter down all bent over..



It sounded like a great time. Who knew that my Dad could go out and do something so cool. I felt a litle bit of a bond. Like some of my random behavior was potentially inherited, well at least for that moment anyways.


Go Dad!