Nothing about me feels 32...

I don't know if it has anything to do with the fact that I spent Sunday at the PNE with Splatter Platter and Madame High Kicks & was waaaaaaay to into the Superdogs show. (they really are SUPER dogs... ) Perhaps I don't feel 32 because we watched the toon town parade that featured adolescent boys lip syncing to crappy music which forced me to wonder whether or not their balls have dropped. I'm not kidding the cheese factor was so high, I was waiting for Uncle Jesse to come out from behind a tree.

I know it definitely has nothing to do with only seeing people I know in the beer garden. My friends pointed out it seemed weird that I knew no one ALL day OUTSIDE the beer garden but IN the beer garden, I knew 5 people. What can I say? Like minded people tend to hang out at the same place.

I know that without doubt, it has nothing to do with the fact we watched Trooper because when "raise a little hell" was released I was learning to pee in the toilet and therefore I am too young to be nostalgic. (BTW.... There are still Trooper fans. Odd I know as I thought half the band would be dead by now but I saw someone wearing a Trooper t-shirt from a show in Nunavut 2006.... These people came to the PNE specifically to see Trooper to have a good time, not a long time. Still waiting for Uncle Jesse to take the stage.)

I'm still having a face off with the eye cream that I got for my birthday last year and have yet to use it... Only old ladies use eye cream right? So that couldn't be an age feeling factor.

It also has nothing to do with the fact that I want to learn to play the Air Jazz Flute. I have air drums down as well as air guitar (Although, still haven't mastered jumping off the speakers while rocking out the guitar but I was always a little clumsy)

Side Bar: Madame High Kicks & I went to the bathroom at the Hastings race course because the men to woman ratio there is about 9:1 so the line up for the bathroom was nil. However, the ratio of live creepy men to dead ones was ALSO 9:1. MHK pointed out a toothless wonder sitting in front of a gaming screen as we exited the loo. So sure that this man was dead (his feet were propped up & he was passed out & there was no motion to him whatsoever) that we wouldn't even poke him. Rather, we just tossed trash at him to see if he'd flinch... nothing. So instead of notifying someone, we just booked it (OK, so we never threw anything at him... we just took pictures. kidding.... sort of)

No, splatter platter came in & wondered what we were horrified by. Seeing the dead man, he then proceeded to rip off his shirt & revive the man back to life by cradling him in his arms while singing you are the wind beneath my wings. When the man awoke, SP then played a mean air flute, we laughed & then got a beer with Uncle Jesse.

Because I kept tooting about how wonderful my former pets were, here are a couple of pictures.

At the last second, Elmo batted at the lens cap cover. Made for the most adorable picture. Although, you don't get a sense of how large he really was.

Mumford at Christmas. We had deer antlers too but he REALLY hated those & would try to eat them. Dogs apparently would rather be Santa then the reindeer... as shown here. You can see him smiling!!!