Moving and Pie and Boston

Just like that, off I went to Toronto. I flew last Thursday, and I've had lots of do since then. There was practice a couple of hours after landing, an interview the next morning, then driving to Boston. We got back to Waterloo last night at about 3:30 am.

Thanks so much for everyone who came to my last league game/post game gathering. The Sills produced FABULOUS home made key-lime pie for the occasion. Thanks Sills! There was also beer, hack, and really good friends. I was once again impressed at just how stellar my friends are. Thanks again. I think there are a couple of pictures. Hook me up, whoever took them, and I'll post them? Nat and Marcia both made the trek to the crazy-far dump fields to heckle and hang out, which was great. Also worth mentioning, Mel and Eric were both there from out of town. It's always great to get a chance to see friends that live in different cities. :)

Boston went really really well. The Saturday was rough for me due to lack of sleep. I was tired going in (cursed time change), and I think I got about 4 hours of sleep on Friday night after the drive in. I think I managed to hold my focus, but those who know me know I'm more of a 9 hour sort of sleeper. Saturday night was much better. After team dinner, I asleep well before my room turned the lights out. Sunday was really good ultimate also. Lotus won the tournament!! So exciting. There were really good teams there too - Ozone, Brute Squad, Godiva, Nemesis, Stella and Storm all pop into mind. Unfortunately, the way the pools turned out we didn't get a chance to play Ozone or Stella, and instead re-matched teams in the semi's and finals. They were really strong teams though, so I'm not really complaining. ;) Lotus was pretty stoked with their 7-0 weekend. Now I just have to find out if I made the team!

Goran Kropp, Old Money, and the Lion King

I have found some weird and random stuff that I didn't know I owned, in my packing. Here are a few of those things.

Firstly, an autographed poster of Goren Kropp, the semi-famous, crazy Swiss adventurer. The dude rode his bicycle from Sweden to Everest, summited without Oxygen, and then logically, rode home again. I saw him speak at UofC. He was quite the character, and kept saying funny phrases, like "Kropp on top!". Sadly, only about a year after seeing him speak, I read in Outside magazine that Kropp died climbing in Washington. It was strange to read in a magazine that someone I had met had died.

Switching gears, I also found a dime from 1942, and a quarter from 1937. I'm pretty sure my Grandparent's on Dad's side gave them too me. They smooth and flat and really friggin' old. I like it. ps. this is as close as I will ever come to 'old money'. Born with a silver spoon in my mouth or WHAT. ;)

Finally, I think the Lion King poster was a precursor to my Christmas cards. I'm pretty sure I got the poster as a gift, and turned it into a Christmas project. I think I might have been in high school, or maybe early University. If you just said "huge dork" out loud, I'm not surprised.

Toronto

I'm moving to Toronto!
 
Some of my earlier blog posts might have suggested this, but I don't think I've actually said it yet. I'm very excited. ;)

Another thing I haven't really written about is my condo. I rented out my condo, and I have been living in my parent's basement in Bowness in the meantime. This is part of the reason that I have been doing so much riding lately. I ride to work daily, which my dork dork dork computer tells me is a little over 13 km a direction. It's a really nice ride.
 
If you are at league on Wednesday the 24th (at the brutal fields up by the dump), come have a beer.
 
More on this to follow, I'm sure. Now that I've broached the subject (and also now that I am may have some time on my hands ;) ), I'm sure I will have a lot to say. :)

---

Internet Explorer 8 makes surfing easier. Get it now!

137.5 ug = Synthroid Dose

I was pretty unclear with this. 137.5 ug is my new dose of Synthroid, which I take daily, since I don't have a thyroid to make the real stuff. Instead of tiny adjustments on a daily basis, like "normal people", I get blood tests every few months. This is only the third time my dose has changed, so to me it seems like a big deal. ;)

137.5

I wish I could say I lost 20 lbs (did anyone guess it? no?), but really it's that my synthroid dose has been dropped. I might have sort of kind of put off the blood test I'm supposed to go get done every 3 or 4 months for more like 8. I lost the paper work, and it took a while to get more. The day after I finally went and got it done, they called me with a dose change. Oopsa!

Hopefully this doesn't mean that I gain weight. Decreasing my dose (this is the second time) always worries me (okay, not really worries, but I can't think of another word) for a bit. This is my metabolism we are talking about. I put a lot of time and effort into trying to stay in shape and trying to have lots of energy for tournaments. It's weird to try (don't laugh, I do try) to watch food, sleep, stress etc, and then to get a 137.5 ug curve ball throw in there. We'll see. ;)

The good news is, they are still blue. :)

ps. The isotope shortage will very bad for people getting diagnosed with thyroid cancer now. Iodine 123 is a big deal.

Flowerbowl 2009

I wasn't expecting big things this year from Flowerbowl, because a lot of the teams that I go to have my ass handed to me by were going to Cal States instead. None the less, it was a super fun tournament. We ended up coming third, which was sweet and disappointing at the same time. Only disappointing because I always want to play the final, and also because I think it would have been possible to beat the team that won. The final that happened in reality was actually a Vancouver team versus a Seattle team. At least it was a no-brainer on who to cheer for. The Vancouver team had lots of friends on it, and the Seattle team made a number of seriously TERRIBLE calls in our game. It looked like there were a few in the final as well, but I didn't exactly have the best perspective. They made a couple of Mulligan calls in our game: they would get stall-counted or D'ed, call mulligan, score, and cheer like they had made the semi's at UPAs. Lame. Anyway, the final was still cool to watch, although I would have like to have seen Contraband (Vancouver) win, and I would have loved to have been playing.

Finals aside, third was great, and I thought the team played really well on Sunday. Other than one hideous drop, I was mostly pretty happy with how I did. Things to work on of course (it was the first grass tourney of the year), but still. The drop was bad enough that I have replayed in at least 20 times in my head. Probably more.

Vancouver itself was also lots of fun. Kristin was at the tourney too, so it was great to get some time. The last time we got to spend any time together was the trip! We rented bike and road around Vancouver on Friday (me in flip-flops, really wishing I had remembered my runners), which was great. We also road around the sea wall at Stanley Park, which was very scenic. Wow am I ever glad that was a Friday. I can't imagine trying it on a weekend - too many people, not enough passing lanes. Awesome on a Friday though. Much of the rest of the non-frisbee time was spent visiting friends, which is always great. I also got to meet a few more of Kristin's, which was great. Speaking of friends, Eric if you are reading this, sorry I didn't call you Monday. I will call you (alas, from here, so not to hang out) as soon as I get a chance. I also think I ate my weight in delicious, Vancouver sushi. Sushi is awesome. Vancouver is awesome.

This blog is not awesome, and I keep saying awesome, so I'm going to end it.

Photos From My Birthday Party

Photo credits: Toby Weikert. Thanks Toby!