J'adore Papa B

"Sometimes in politics you just need a change. It's like with clothes - you want a new dress, even if there's nothing wrong with the dress you have." - Ken
"Aren't you glad I don't view politics like I view dresses? There would be lots more political parties." - me
"That's for sure." - Ken

As well as, my laugh out loud favourite:

"Pierre Trudeau was an absolute political animal - he would have eaten his own children if it would have made him more powerful."

Had to make this addition - oh my god, amazing, amazing man;

"I'm a big admirer of him." 
Who?  
Franco

Freon = Pudding

My parents left today. They did so much to help get my apartment set up - it is going to be amazing when I can actually drag my act together and finish organizing it. They also kept me well fed and better liquored than I would have otherwise chosen to be during Training Camp (yes, we are still practicing every night). Last night, after sharing 2 bottles of wine 4 ways, my dad drove rather aggressively home - driving like a "Quebecer" in his words. "It's one of those Quebec things that just happens," explained my brother;" aggressive driving, talking like you're trying to simultaneously trying to spit and swallow, and poutine."

"Poutine does not just happen," Papa Black exclaimed, with more than a subtle note of disgust. This sound bite made me laugh out loud the rest of the night.


In addition to being helpful on many home fronts, my mother also did something entirely unhelpful. While trying to help defrost my freezer, my mum stabbed the Freon line in my fridge with a screw driver. I have no fridge, and my house is full of noxious poison, but I did get to eat pudding for dinner, so it's basically a wash.

Hamstrung Haturday

"Guess that's why they call it being hamstrung" my father informed me today, as I hobbled strolled leisurely along St Laurent in the wake of my family's breakneck pace.

"I don't think anyone says that."

I was wrong.

Pulled my hamstring at practice last night. My hairy legs had an intimate introduction with our trainer Mike as he tried to stretch it out to no avail. It sucks: our coach informed us that I would be playing 8 in our intersquad game Sunday - which is awesome - "depending upon the fitness of her hamstring of course."

Stupid mortal body.