That’s supposed to be like when you scold a dog. I’m a bad blogger because I haven’t blogged much in the last week. It’s been tense and I haven’t been up for it.

I’ve been waiting to hear about a job I’m up for in Thunder Bay. I called earlier this week and was told the decision would be made by Friday. So, yesterday, after picking Jenn up from work (she works half days on Friday) and running some errands, I called — and got the bad news. No job for me in Thunder Bay quite yet.

We went for our weekly mini-putt after the bad news with Jenn’s sister and boyfriend. I was on course for my first sub-50 game — 23 after 9 holes — but I got a 6 on one hole in the second half and missed a couple easy putts. 52 I think — the score card isn’t here. Jenn however finished with 47!

We played the other, more “realistic” course after the “fun” course (not so fun when you can break 50 though.) I beat every one on that side with a 59. Go figure. Maybe I’ll graph the results next time. Oh, next time, we’re going to the driving range and putting course in Kanata I think.

I had a dream last night that Jenn and I had a baby. His name was Daniel and he was the best baby ever — very warm and soft. We were totally unprepared for him, it’s like we weren’t expecting. But he was cool with sleeping in the guest bed. He didn’t cry at all, either. I guess that’s why it was a dream. Oh, and the best part, he kind of grew from newborn to fun-baby-sized overnight, so I was feeding him his baby food and he figured out how to feed himself. Jenn asked him “This bite of food is going to your nose. Where’s the next bite going to?” I bent over him, flexed my arms and growled at him — like a wrestler — and the baby said “My big, beefy arm!”

Oh, and I went and saw Shrek 2 last night with some friends from church. It got me thinking about my name… Thanks to every blogger out there who picked up the slack this past week. I’m reading!