Alright so tomorrow is a big day, first of all it’s my 28th birthday (yay). I think I’m going to continue to be happy about birthdays for two more years, until I turn thirty. I think 30 is a perfectly respectable age but I’m not convinced about the whole 31 thing. Anyway I will be spending my birthday at the dentist (I chipped a filling yesterday), at three airports (one in Montreal and two in New York), on two planes (one to New York, one to Hong Kong) which brings me to the second big event…

The Official Start of our Honeymoon

Yep Bert and I will be spending the next month wondering across Asia (Hong Kong, South Korea, Japan, and Thailand). I will be hiking in the parks of South Korea, visiting matron of honor and fellow blogger in Tokyo, relaxing on the beaches of Phuket, shopping in Hong Kong. And to celebrate the occasion we will be posting a play by play (whenever we have decently fast internet connections) at

http://jaimebert.blogspot.com

Come check it out…later dudes!

Hey everyone, sorry for the too long break. Woodstock was actually a lot of fun and I learned a lot about watching golf including:

1. Watching golf live is way more fun than watching it on tv

2. Following a group for the whole 18 holes takes 6 km, three bottles of water, two bathroom breaks, and 1 granola bar…at least.

3. It is impolite to clap when someone does a good shot (unless it’s the last putt on the 18th hole).

4. Golf has got to be the most hellish sport to play…the poor kids were all on their own up there with no teammates to fall back on.

5. My brother rocks!

Other highlights of our trip: 5 days with no tv; losing repeatedly at pool; remembering that Montreal really is a great place to live; getting sun-burned through clothes; eating honey-garlic wings; taste-testing fruit wines at the vineyard at the end of a gravel road; seeing niagara falls (and not being alone this time).

Hey all,

I will be taking a short break from blogging while I head out to the fascinating burough of Woodstock Ontario…for those of you who are unfamiliar with Woodstock Ontario, here are a few facts:

Woodstock is the host of the 2005 Canadian Junior Golf Tournament (which my brother is playing in…wish him luck)

There are two hotels in Woodstock, the Super 8 Motel and the Comfort Inn

Since both hotels are sold out, we will be staying at a bed and breakfast run by a gay couple who own the local antiques and decoration shop…we will be staying on top of the store

Woodstock is the site of the newest Toyota factory which, according to the website, is the first assembly plant investment in Ontario in 20 years (congrats Woodstock)

Woodstock just welcomed a new Fire Department Training Officer…and it made the front page of the local news

Well, I’ll let you know what it’s like when I get back…think positive thoughts for my brother.

Ok, so three or four times a week I get up early and take the dog up to the park before the 8:30 am now-it’s-illegal time. Quite often Mr. G is there and over the past few months we have spoken about topics ranging from his sons’ swim meet to his childhood as the son of a political criminal in an Eastern European country.

Like most other people I had slotted him in the ‘talk while we walk our dogs’ category although once we did meet him just in front of our house and so had him in for a glass of wine. Over the past month, though, Mr. G has been inviting Bert and I up to his cabin. Now Mr. G is over 70 so I’m not really sure what we’d have in common. He also thinks that Bert is a bank teller called Steve (despite having met Bert on two ocassions). He is also under the impression that I was born in South Africa.

So far I haven’t felt the need to embarass and correct him but he found out that my Mom is coming out so has invited us all up to the cabin. I can’t turn him down much longer without hurting his feelings but I’m really not sure about taking that step over the line from dog-walking buddies to guest at his cabin.

What should I do?

You know, I’ve realized that while I thought that my husband and I have excellent communication skills, there are a number of convictions that we are just dead wrong about. For example:

Bert thought that the apartment that we bought was my first choice, I thought we were comprimising.

I thought that Bert liked steamed pork dumplings, he actually hates them.

Bert thought that I remembered a conversation we had two months ago about home owners insurance.

I thought that Bert remembered a conversation we had two weeks ago about golf shirts.

Yep it turns out that Bert and I are very good at communicating, when we know that we need to communicate something, the rest of the time we float along in apparent oblivion. My goodness, this whole relationship thing is harder than it looks!