All of the lights (hurt my eyeballs)

So as little of you know, I have a soft spot for a few musicians that are.. hippity hoppers?

Kanye, Jay-z...maybe one of Drake's songs...
I don't delve too deep into the world of "mo' money" themed songs, or hateful serenades to that one girl who did that one thing one time - but I do appreciate the odd song that thinks out side the musical bocks.

Now how does this tie into my blog? Well - I have a massive headache! Border line migraine (fun fact: my mum pronounces it 'mee-grain'. Normal people say 'my-grain' but she'll never cave). For some reason this headache-sinal-migrainesplosion has been paired with a song stuck in my head...All of the lights... This song has no healing powers, and is terribly ironic because "All of the lights" are making my face hurt.

I took a Motrin ten minutes ago, so hopefully I get less noise and static in my brain.

Today was a busy day. It started with a nice breakfast with my wife, and then I had a photoshoot at a Subaru Dealership. Then Samantha and I took the afternoon to grocery shop at Walmart like a pair of Orillians should. My deadine for delivering the papers is 6pm, and I found myself driving up the road to do my route at 5:30pm. Once again, I failed to walk - but last week I did! And I felt great after that 45 minute jaunt. But tonight there was too little time and too many excuses (one being my headache).

So the papers were delivered on time, and everyone in Orillia will be able to happily take their flyers to Walmart to price match with the likes of Food Basics and No Frills..

This is something that I saw and thought was hilarious. It's either the tree's bum, or a walrus mouth.

Drive the route.

Last weeks paper route snuck up on me so fast. My Pops-in-law came up and spent the week with us helping paint the nursery, all the cupboards, trims, and doors in the kitchen, and cleaning the floors. It was a busy week, and all of a sudden it was Thursday. It would seem that God thinks it's hilarious to send a blizzard every week like clockwork the day I have to lug newspapers a mile up the road. Sooo, because of the weather and the housework, I drove the route. I'm disappointed in myself for several reasons:

1. Exercosity: The amount, breadth, and consistency in which I exercised.. none, narrow, and slim.
2. Gastro-economical loss-...age: Yes, it probably cost more than I earned to drive up the road and back...Suck it haters and tree huggers.
3. Poketastrophe: My Pops-in-law likes to poke fun at me for having this paper route, and always says, "I'm not telling anyone you have a paper route *deep belly laugh* - 'my son-in-law who's a successful photographer took up a paper route' - yeah right!" This was all made worse by the fact that I used his truck to drive my route.. beeteedoubleyou, he's never understood me..
4. Lack of Photoprocity: Due to the speed in which I did my paper route, I had no time to take photos or video to share with you all!

Since I have nothing creative or interesting to share with you, I decided to show you my favorite youtube video of all time. If you don't find it funny the first time, just keep hitting replay.

Have a good one!

Further than I thought: Thursday Jan 12, 2012

So this morning I received a bundle of Newspapers from Orillia Today - commence day one. All of the flyers were pre-stuffed, as it was my first week on the job.

This morning before leaving, I typed the first address into Google Maps. It showed up less than a block away from my house - cool! When I got there, the house numbers were all wrong. It turns out my route starts at the top of the hill about a 10-15 minute walk away from my house - so with that 30 billion pound sack of paper I guess I'm getting the exercise I asked for. On top of that, it was snowing like a boss.

I pondered a lot as I walked. Mostly about The Hobbit (which I'm just finishing up for the first time in a long time), but also about a business idea.

How awesome would it be to start a milkman service. Where for a fee, you would receive that good old glass bottle of milk on your doorstep, delivered by a man in blue coveralls with slicked back hair and a mighty good mustache (of course this would be a part of the hiring process). The nostalgia alone is worth a fortune, and you hear it said all the time 'I miss getting milk on my doorstep every morning'.

Maybe I'll keep that in my back pocket for future use..

Here's a photo I took on my iPhone on the way home

The hilarity of it all.

Hi everyone, welcome to my new blog!

This will be my first week of deliveries for the Orillia Today Newspaper. I haven't received my bundle of papers yet, but I'm excited to get things started!

I've told a few people about me signing up to become a paper boy, and the immediate reaction I get is laughter. They say something like, "You're stealing a job from a little boy." I respond with, "No, the little boy quit." I guess that dreams of big money got the best of him.
It's hard to communicate why I'm doing this.. At the baseline, my hope is to gain a collection of stories, photographs, and video of this time in my life, and of the 'City' of Orillia - and get some exercise while I'm at it.

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