And even on a sunny Saturday afternoon we only had to wait one song to hop on.

Ari took a few minutes to test out horses before going with a dark charcoal one with a long, real horsehair, tail. She rode a couple more times after that, picking different horses each time.

I was very happy to see these three fellows that have been around that park since I was a kid. I wonder how many times they’ve been repainted.

They’re garbage bins, if you couldn’t tell. I wish I had these at my house!

And let me tell ya, my arm is tired. Final score? 8-1 for the Jays! Yahoo!

The seats weren’t perfect, I guess. We were pretty far out to the left (or is it right?) field and couldn’t see the Jumbotron. Oh well. It was still better than nosebleeds!

I also spent a while trying on Jays baseball hats, I really want one but they were either outrageously expensive (I mean, really? $47 for a CAP??!?) or had a velcro closure that ripped out my hair. Or were too small for my giant head. So I looked online and found a couple that I’ll never order, including this one.  It is described as such:

The 2008 MLB “Stars and Stripes” cap by New Era features a light navy crown and visor, with the teams primary logo embroidered with a US flag design. The MLB logo on the back is also embroidered with the “Stars and Stripes” pattern. A portion of the proceeds that New Era receives will go to WELCOMEBACKVETERANS.ORG, a foundation to help out returning military soldiers.

Which I don’t have a problem with, except that it has a Canadian flag design. So. Yeah.

(And I am not a huge fan of the newer Jays logo anyway, I want old skool.)

This is a Lost shirt, a men’s size XL, it’s pretty big. This is the front and there’s nothing on the back:

I guess, uh, the first person to comment on this blog post that wants it, gets it. But be specific, “I WANT THAT SHIRT!” or something to that effect, ok?

Then we ate a metric ton of sushi, watched movies, snuggled in bed, woke up to room service then shuffled Ari off to her grandmother’s to enjoy her cousins and some fresh air.  Now that I have Shannon all to myself for maybe a week, I have NO idea what to do with him as it’s been so long since we’ve had a break from parenting.

Luckily for me, a new LLCBO opened around the corner, that ought to help me make decisions.

Then Shannon took over and created this flash file, which was probably just as much work, if not more.

Yay for collaborations!

And this friendly fellow jumped out and said “HI!”

I love beavers. I am not such a fan of raccoons, so this guy didn’t do as much for me.

The area of ROM that’s been there forever, it’s got trees and grass and lots of different animals and the idea is to spot them all. It’s still good, I can remember being stumped by it as a kid, and I still have no idea where a bunch of them are hiding. Maybe when I am older…

Anyway, we also hung out in the loathed children’s area, I hate it and said as much to the young woman making sure that all kids 12 and under were not going in unaccompanied. I tried to tell her that Ari had just turned 13, but she didn’t buy it. Ugh. It’s an enormous waste of time in there, just a distraction from the good parts.

On the way out there was  a red mascot dinosaur flapping at the little kids. Ari went right up to her and told her she was a fake.

Heh. Then we got new sunglasses and sandals. A jolly good day!

We’re doing fireworks later, after the sun sets. There’s a mountain of them-I left the store so I wouldn’t hear the total bill-and I’m excited. At the firework store, which doubles as a costume store, I took this picture:

It’s wrong on pretty much every level. Politically AND spellingly.

All for $11 a ticket. Cheap thrills, kids.

And then we went bowling on Saturday (for my birthday) with a friend of Ari’s who kicked everybody’s ass. Have you ever been trounced by a 7 year old at a bowling alley? Next time we’re playing 10 pin and we’ll see what’s what.

Also, Shannon and I completely forgot to see David Copperfield on Thursday. I’m trying not to cry.

That’s me on my way to class at the workroom. Started my double wedding ring quilt, I have a terrible feeling I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.

Oh. Yes, I got a Liberty of London basket thing. And zebra stripe shoes. And crazy flavour changing gum that’s totally mental.

Then we drove past what has to be the biggest concentration of no-tell motels in the world. This one’s my very favourite:

Love it. Love that it’s just a bit of Paris. Not too much. I mean, come on, how much Paris do you really need?

Went to see IronMan 2 tonight, it was good. I fell asleep for a little bit, but not all of it. A good sign.

And my knee’s a mess. I actually went to the dr today to have him look at it. There’s nerve damage that’s worrisome. But there’s nothing to be done anyway. And even if I did want painkillers, it turns out he’s no longer allowed to prescribe them. Sigh.

Hard.

I sucked it up and did the promised round in the (smooth) driveway next door. Then hobbled in to see what was what. Ari’s face was classic, I should have taken a picture of that.

Before clean up:

And after, with liberal slathering of polysporin that has pain killer in it:

Looks better but trust me, it hurts, a lot, and is bleeding through the bandaid.  And it’s got some strange numbness around it too. I haven’t had a knee injury like this for so long I forgot what they were like.

I’m getting knee pads. And wrist guards.