Oh! What A Beautiful Evening!

(Yes, this shall be one of THOSE posts...)

You know THOSE posts - the ones where i rabbit on and on and on about nothign and everything covering birds and the meaning of life! Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever noticed that guys have a definate sense of humour that is more often than not related either to females (more specifically, the female anatomy) or toilets? Having spent the last week or two predominately in the company of guys - outside school that is - i have been privvy to a constant flow of joking and i've noticed the pattern. Aged 10 to 30 at least, i'm starting to think that comedy that doesn't involve toilets or chickadees in some form or another does not exist, at least in the minds of a boy. Lol, this isn't to say this kind of humour isn't appreciated - however, when it's ALL you get for weeks on end, i'm left crying out for female company! Girls, take pity on me! If i hear one more comment about 'the rack on that girl', 'the bikini on her', 'the size of her arse', blah blah blah then i may end up with severe emotional damage! Let's do something this week that will allow mature and actually witty conversation!

That said, i've definately missed the female company in ways other than joke-content; guys are hopeless when it comes to talking about other guys! Whether it's the hot guy from your swimming course or the cute guy running the bumper boats who was chatting to you, they really just don't fit the bill when you want to be girly about it! :P (Which is probably a good thing, as i'd be worried if they WERE girly about it, but still...) They'd much rather poke fun at my SUPPOSED crush on a certain male you may or may not know of, my SUPPOSED attraction to a junior leader with decent sized (rowing induced) muscles or my SUPPOSED up-and-coming engagement to the birthday-boy. Note their preference of the imaginary over the reality...

I found a little birdie being eaten alive by ants today so i (without the help of my masculine compantion, who shrunk from the task) picked it up, brushed away the ants and attempted a rescue. After giving it water to drink and actually feeding it the water for awhile, i was hopeful that my little birdie - dubbed 'Birdie' - would be ok... unfortunately, upon our return from the beach, Birdie was stiff and cold. :'( I was - am - very saddened at the loss of my new pet. RIP Birdie! I'm sorry i left you to die slowly instead of just dropping a brick on you, as is apparently the humane thing to do. :(

I've discovered the meaning of life - at least in part... We're born, then we die. In between we should be having as much fun as possible and doing something that scares us AT LEAST once a week (everyday is just TOO much trouble!) If we can be good and nice to other people along the way, all the better. I figure that sounds like it's a pretty good reason for us to be here, don't you?

Did you know that, to English people at least, kyakers (wow, SO not spelt right!) often look like sharks when spotted offshore?

Until we meet again!

Annie