Tap That

Since I work with a bunch of accountants and, well, am one as well, we are quite the golfing bunch. And by that I mean I go like, once a season and I only started last year. That aside, I do quite enjoying taking an afternoon off and hitting the links. This year, we decided to venture out to Chilliwack for our annual post-fiscal-year-end celebration and enjoy the putting course at Tap-Ins. Of course, we had to eat first to bring up our energy.






My deliciously exotic array of chicken fingers and salad a la Caesar.


This is a good one of Betty and Regina. HA HA HA HA.


And, of course, Deanna enjoying her sandwich.

Once lunch had been polished, it was time to get my game-face on. The course was gorgeous.



I joined Regina and Brenda in a team of three and we took the course by storm.








These darn little ponds always get in the way of my ball. It is aiming for the hole, but then the pond all goes and moves to intercept it. Seriously unhappy.



I can’t really recall the score and, admit it, you don’t care either. Everyone was making fun of me crawling on the ground to take photos, but how else can you capture the essence of golfing better than being one with the green. Exactly.




I included this shot as it is a living incarnation of my tattoo.

In the warm sunshine along Cultus Lake, this place is tap-o-rific. Eh…yeah.

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They'd Eat You, Given The Chance

It summer – what does that make one think of? Sunshine? Nope. Beaches? Nope. Camping? Nope. Patios? Nope. The zoo? YES! Well, really the first four are more often associated with summer, but the zoo should be in there too. The only reason I say so is because I went to the zoo with Jean one Sunday and it just so happened to be summer. The zoo in these here parts is kind of located in the middle of a field near Aldergrove. We were very excited and Jean talked me into buying a ticket for the train (ride to be taken much later.)




This looks like fun. Slow fun.

We visited the vivarium first to check out the slimy and crawly contributions. Hang onto your lunches kiddies.




I don’t know about you, but I often have dreams about lizards running free in my house and I can’t trap them anywhere because they just slide out through the cracks. It’s scary.


This dude is so into wanting to eat my hand.





Blah. Next up was the ‘Bird of Prey’ show in which an owl almost clotheslined my head. His name was Hagrid.



There was also this friend:



And this guy with a fancy headdress:





I don’t think Marty would have liked the bird show. :) There was lots of swooping and stuff.

We then went to check out our other friends in the animal kingdom.




This is Mufasa, Simba’s Dad. He got a haircut since then…I know that’s what you were thinking.



Before we knew it, we had putterd away the time and it was our turn to ride the train. Hooray! I’m excited, can you tell?


Ready to ride.


And off we go!

We met many more friends on the ride – c’mon…I’ll show ya!






Oh snap, this guys a hot mess.



We strolled for another while after the train ride. I was, naturally, breathless from screaming on the train since it was a whirlwind, so we observed other creatures.


Ba-dump….ba-dump.


Herro!


This guy would not budge. I even tried calling him over by his name “Cheetah”, but he wouldn’t come. Maybe his name wasn’t Cheetah – that’s probably why.



Our last visit was to the monkeys…these were an interesting bunch to say the least. A good majority of them seemed to have infections…on their rears. Poor guys. Even I get a bit queasy at these pictures, so for the good people who wish not to see it, I’ll put it behind this cut (click here to view). Oi! At least his friend is looking out for him…even if it is invasive.

And that was our trip to the zoo! What a nice time – thank you Jean!

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The Funky Bunch

Life was back to normal after my Ottawa and Montreal adventures as I focused on studying for my exam (which I passed, yay!) and catching up on the work I missed when I was away. Most of June was quiet until one day some visitors arrived from Manitoba – Dan and Lori. For the most part, they toiled away in the wilderness, camping and such, but they did spend a few days at our house and we squeezed in a brief Vancouver adventure on our way to dropping them off the night before their flight.

We decided to take in the beach at Spanish Banks; turns out it was International Surf Day and there was a free BBQ, of which our guests partook.







After a delicious dinner at Las Margaritas (ignoring that they had just had BBQ at the beach), we headed down to Richmond to check out the night market.







And, of course, the night market staple, fake tokidoki backpacks.




This delicious friend is a waffle filled with chocolate cream and nutella. It’s a must-try.


The entertainment at the night market is always first-class. I was there again this last weekend and some five-year-old boy singing about how he was sorry he did wrong, he loves you and wants you back. Did I mention he was five?! There was another guy there one time who thought he was an Asian Ricky Martin, thrusting his pelvis all over the place. It is always amusing.



We headed back to the car along the river and encountered a friend wearing my favourite colours – black and white. Turns out he was certainly not our friend. He didn’t unleash his hideous stench upon us but he heebie-jeebied me out nonetheless.

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