Sheryl Crow

Sunday, July 18th, 2010

LOCATION:  Vancouver, BC

WEATHER:  Clear and sunny all day.

As predicted, we took it easy and stuck around the RV Park today after all the island excitement of the past few days.  Not only that, but Dad's pulled hamstring hasn't gotten any better and leading the life of a tourist isn't exactly helping, so we figured we'd let him rest (as can be seen at dinner time last night by clicking here, haha - note the extra plate for stain prevention).

The day got off to something of a slow start as far as golden blog material is concerned.  We lazed around, Mom befriended a petit nine year-old girl in the washroom who watched her in awe the entire time she put on her make-up, and Dad and I went grocery shopping to stock up on the essentials, like doughnuts and waffles.

Dad:  "Uh oh, neighbours backin' in!"

Mike:  "Get out the shotgun!"

Mom:  "This guy just walked by in black silk pajamas talking on his cell phone."

Dad:  "Thanks, I hate him already."

Later in the day, I packed up my pockets with my cell phone and debit card and hopped on my bike to see where the wind (and my out of shape legs) would take me.  I discovered a stunned crow squatting in the grass on the side of the road, who didn't appear to be injured but wouldn't move no matter how close you got.  Mysterious.  Anywaaay, after about 20 minutes of having returned back at Beula, I discovered that m'pockets were EMPTY.  For the love of Cheez-Its.  So I hopped back on my bike, passed the weird crow, and (cue music of the heavens parting) found my phone laying face down and relatively unharmed on the side of the road.  No debit card to be found.  Mike returned with me awhile later for one last hunt for it to no avail, but discovered the crow (quickly named Sheryl Crow) that still hadn't moved from what would apparently come to be its deathbed.

Mike:  "I wanna go back and have that crow.  It could be our vacation pet."

Mom:  "You can't just HAVE a crow.  That's the last thing I'd want for a pet."

Mike:  "Why??  Crows are EXCELLENT.  We could nurse it back to health."

Mom:  "Yeah, I don't think so!"

Steph:  "What if that was you dying on the side of the road?"

Mike:  "Yeah, mom.  If a crow wanted to bring me home, his crow mom would say, 'Okay.'"  Hahaha.

The neighbours kept rollin' in all day long, most of them French, with Dad even matchmaking some friendships.  Dad:  "I told him, 'He's got the same license plate as you' then they started to *talking hand gestures* Jerry Jacque, Jerry Jacque."  Hahah.

The night ended with another failed attempt at hot tubbing for Mom and Mike (my hideous burn has robbed me of all aqua-fun) since it was jam packed as usual; so they returned and we passed the time coming up with ways that they could go back and clear it out:

• Start farting when the jets turn off.
• Pick your wedge furiously while walking toward hot tub.
• "But Mom, what about my lesions?"
• "What about my diarrhea?  YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME."
• Put a hot dog wiener/chicken leg in the rear of your suit and back down the stairs into the hot tub slowly.  Hahaha.  Sick.

Mom called it quits but Mike eventually went back and squeezed in amongst the masses for as long as he could bear it.  Tomorrow, while there was mention of Grouse Mountain, will probably just be another low-key day of relaxing, since it's Dad's gas pedal leg that's in a state of disrepair and this ship is rollin' out on Tuesday.  & there will hopefully be no more maimed animals to speak of.

Mom:  "I just loved that wee little dog I saw today."

Mike:  "Yeah, well, I loved Sheryl."

Letting the good times roll,