So after the dinner, we had some more friends come over for a massive bonfire.
Let me fill all of you in on a little something…last time we had a bonfire we had a fire in a big ass TV box and lit it with a flaming bow and arrow.

So this time, there was an old box like TV that was no longer working and simply taking up room. So, what did Cory decide to do….”why don’t we burn it?”
So…the boys created some sure fire way that the tv would end up in flames in a matter of seconds…and loaded the tv with wood before lighting it.
This was the lighting of the fire…

 This was the fire as it lit…

This was once it was lit….

This fire was so hot that all of us had to stand a good distance away from it….and just standing there made you sweat a little bit. lol
Good fire guys!!! Definitely a good time.

What are we burning next time?? LOL

She is going to be leaving for Kingston to go to Queens university on Wednesday (so proud of you btw Christine!!)
So anyway, if you read the title of this post you should be thinking…”Lyne…what the hell are you talking about?”
Well let me tell you my dear friends. While we were there, a lot of funny stuff happened, but I will save you all a MASSIVELY long post and simply give you what is probably the best/funniest/saddest event.
Laura and Kevin brought Boka. Boka is there puppy husky. She’s still under a year old, so she’s still full of spunk and energy.
This is Boka

Gorgeous right?? I know!! she’s so cute!!

My dad-in-law has donkeys, and turkeys on his hobby farm. The turkeys were being raised for food.

SO…what do you ask was so funny/sad?
Here is the funny part……
We had Boka indoors with us for a while because dad was letting the turkeys walk around the house to get some exercise and eat some grass and what not.
So…Boka could see the turkeys in the front of the house and was yelping/crying/barking at them through the glass door and the windows. Kevind decided, “alright, that’s enough” and took the dog outside on a leash to give her the chance to see them up close, and all of us also thought that it would make her happier to be outside.

While she was outside, Kev had a good hold on her leash, and she was yapping at the turkeys…but the funny thing was, the turkeys were yapping back. It sounded almost like they were giving her shit for yapping at them. I (who was city born and raised) have never really heard turkeys talk back. So I thought this was quite hilarious!

After a while, Boka was getting restless and so Kev brought her to the side of the house where Mike was cooking ribs and wings and other foods on the BBQ. She was quiet then because she couldn’t see the turkeys anymore.

We all go back inside, and Boka retreated back to the windows and doors for a better, closer look at the turkeys again. So for a while, anytime someone came in and out of the house we would hold onto Boka and make sure she wouldn’t bust out the door like a bat out of hell. Until…….

Dad went out the door, and thought he would have enough time to close the door before the dog made it out to. Well, Boka is one fast sneaky little puppy!!
She snuck through his legs and bolted out the door. Thankfully by this point the turkeys were on the other side of the house, so Boka went where she had seen them last, which was right outside the front door.
She sniffed around…and seemed to just be locking onto the sent. That’s when I turned around and saw that the turkeys had now spotted Boka, and were on their way to her (turkeys are not the smartest of birds…so they had NO IDEA what was about to happen).

 Have you ever had that moment where your mind says “OH SHIT….this is NOT going to end well”….that’s what happened.
Boka was still oblivious to the turkeys, but dad and I were trying to catch her before she saw the turkeys walking toward her. Dad called out to Steven to say “Steven we need your help catching the dog”, and I bolted back into the house and said “Kev, we need you to get Boka”.

At that moment, Boka raised her head….and in the split second before shit hit the fan….you could tell she was thinking “turkey…you’re MINE”

So there goes Boka, and there goes dad, myself, Steven and Kevin after the dog. Too little too late. Boka grabbed the back of one of the 11 turkeys and ripped out a chunk of it’s tail feathers. All you saw was this massive tuft of white feather from her mouth while she kept on running after it. She ran into the field where the donkeys are…which is also surrounded by an electrical fence.
Steven and Kevin were olympic style jumping these fences to get to the dog. However….it was officially too late. Boka had gotten it by the throat and roughed it up like a chew toy, back and forth and forth and back. You could see white feathers thrown about the field in a line where the turkey had ran.
Kevin got a hold of Boka and they were on their way back to the house when I yelled out “Kev, hang onto Boka”.
Dad and the rest of us by this point (Christine, Laura and myself) were trying to help dad get the rest of the now 10 turkeys back into the barn before Boka headed back.

So it sounds like things are pretty safe at this point right?? Here comes the elusive and crazy fast Boka again.  LOL She slips through Kevin’s fingers and the turkeys go wild again and scatter about!!
She chased one all the way up to the house (the turkey hit a few electrical fences on the way up and hurt it’s wing…as you will later read about in this story) and ran INTO the garage, where Mike was still cooking.
The turkey ran into the corner and trembled,  and right before Boka could get to it….Mike got a hold of her collar!!
Kev got to the top and grabbed Boka, put her into the car while we tried to get everything else under control. Poor turkey ran out and hid behind a bush.

Meanwhile, Christine, Laura, myself are still halfway between the house, and where Steven is standing with the other turkey that Boka had gotten a hold of. All of a sudden you hear Steven yell out “Hey dad, I think we’re gonna have to kill this one!”.
Turns out that Boka had sliced through the turkeys neck, and it was badly injured.

So my friends, this is where the story gets sad.
Dad went into the house and got a 22 caliber rifle and walked back down the field.
This may sound morbid, but having been a city slicker my whole life…I wanted to see this happen (creepy eh?? I know, but I couldn’t help myself).
Dad shot the turkey once (I thought it would be enough) but the turkey flapped around and blood was starting to really fly. Laura turned to me with teary eyes and said “I didn’t think he was going to shoot it”, so I said “he was holding a gun! what did you think was going to happen?”.  However, I had misunderstood, she didn’t think he would do it with us present.
I’m not going to lie, I was definitely a little teary eyed too (over a turkey that could have been my dinner soon!!) 
Shot number 2 echoes out, and the turkey is officially out of it’s misery!
As I choked back the tears (again….over a flippin’ turkey) I made my way back up to the house when I remembered….”wait…did the other turkey make it to the barn yet?” nope.

Went up to the front of the house, asked Mike where it was, and he said “I think it’s on the side of the house with Sarah”, Sarah is another very good friend of the family that was there on that day.
When I turned the corner, I saw Sarah, but no turkey. She said it was in the bushes. Dad popped up in a window from inside the house and asked if it was ok. Sarah said it looks like it’s bleeding from the wing (this was from the turkey hitting the electrical fence), however, since it was just the wing it would mean that the turkey would be fine.
Dad came back out and went digging through the trees once he had put the rifle away inside, and got the turkey out and started walking it back to the barn…the turkey wanted nothing to do with that thinking the dog was still around.
It high tailed it for the tree line to the forest. Dad of course ran in after it, and came back out a few minutes later hugging the turkey as it was the only way he could get it back to the barn.

So everyone is coming down from the excitement and sadness….and then you hear this….”dinner is ready”.
Way to pick a time Mike. lol
We all went inside, and took a breather, washed our hands and ate, but poor Steven and Kevin who had been running their asses off after Boka were just a little too bothered by the whole thing to eat right away.
At this same time, Bryan, Christines boyfriend had just woken up from his sleep (as he works 2 different jobs and hadn’t slept yet that day until we all got to dads) and we asked…”so, did you get woken up by the gunshots?” nothing, nada, didn’t hear a thing. I wish I could sleep like that!! lol

All in all, it made for a good story, BUT…it was also a sad story.
Kev was upset the rest of the night, and had Boka on a leash to keep her close. When she tried to get away he would say stuff like “no, your a turkey killer, you stay here”.
Dad laughed a little saying “It’ll save me the processing fee” and the rest of us just chuckled about it.

We then watched a video skit that Mike and Steven made for the company, all of us laughed to the point where we nearly pee’d, and that was our night.

All in all, a damn interesting day at dad’s…..and definitely not something any of us will forget! LMAO.

Ok so I watched this thing online today, and it made me laugh….so I thought I would share it.

Enjoy!!
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I have been so busy with work, and then I get home and I am exhausted….that I just can’t be bothered to get back onto the computer. lol
So let’s update since my last posts.
I had such an amazing time in Ottawa this past weekend with my best friends. It was so nice to really be home again! Thanks guys!!
My girl Carrie and I have been BB messengering each other each and every day….and I love that. Makes it feel like we aren’t so far away from each other now.

I would add pictures to this blog….if I knew how. BUT I am not exactly the best at techy stuff….and so I will need to talk to my good friend Miranda to see how she does it! (seriously…Mir….you gotta teach me!!)

So here I am, sitting at work on a friday, updating my blog as i FINALLY have a moment where I can actually breathe!! lol

I think today is going to be a great day…for the fact that Mike and I got some *fingers crossed* great news this morning.
More details on that to follow shortly.

I have to fly to Orlando, Florida on Monday for work, and will only return the Thursday…to be honest, I am not all that excited to go. I think the travelling itch for work has officially come to an end. I kind of like being at home and just driving to work in the morning. Not having to worry about packing, making sure I have everything….blah blah blah….and also, leaving my family behind when I go.
However this time will be different because Mike is out of town for work the same time I am away. Which is odd…but at least we both get to come home on thursday/friday and have the weekend doing nothing together. I am totally down for that.

It’s kind of what we have planned this weekend as well. We didn’t really want to do anything since both of us will be away. However we will be going for a BBQ at Ian’s place on Saturday….I guess I should inform Mike about that as well!! lol

Well…I’ll try to update this weekend.
ciao for now.

LCH

At my work currently, they are working on the new Gym being put it. This includes the installation of showers and other such cleaning apparatus’.
However, that being said, everytime they work on the showers (I am guessing the drains) it send a smell of SHIT all throughout the office.
I am talking REVOLTING!!!!

It smells like an Outhouse and a Sewer had a baby!!! NASTY!!!!

The thing is, every so often when the smell hasn’t been around for a few days, it catches me off guard. So when someone leaves my office, and all of a sudden the stank appears….I think that person has shat their pants and fled from my office on purpose. Only to remember….Oh Right….it’s the sewer baby!!

I really hope they get this resolved soon, cause it’s really nasty….and in all honestly…probably not that good for any of us to be inhalling!

Today is Friday, and I am going home for the weekend to spend some time with some really good friends (you can call them my second family) because I normally don’t have enough time to see them when I usually come down.
Does the fact that I don’t get to see/talk to them often make me feel like an ass??? Yes, in fact, it does.
However, stating the above, I am glad that I have friends like them because we may not always have the chance to talk, text, email……but we know we are always there for one another when needed. THAT’s what truly matters.

That being said, I can’t wait for the weekend just to see and spend time with them.

So far the plans are to have a bonfire, and drink. I think all of us are ok with that plan.
The only shitty thing is, my husband and I got food poisoning a day or so ago, and we both aren’t feeling 100% just yet. So it will be nice to have a relaxing weekend of laughter and fun.
It will be nice not to go home and have to run around to see a million and ten different people. This whole weekend is already dedicated. I didn’t even tell anybody else I was coming down.

See, the issue with me is….if you ask me if I want to do something, I will try to squeeze it in there somewhere. That in turn, makes me absolutely DOG TIRED by the end of the weekend….and then another work week begins.

Eeesh!!
Alright ladies and gents, I am about to post this as my first blog…..and let me just end by saying….
no worries…..there will be much more random thoughts to come!!!
have a great weekend!