Monday, July 04, 2005
On the day that I was first formally introduced to dating, I was also first introduced to Lachlan Neil Charles MacDonald.
I was in grade six and Kristen Rudderham, who was in grade seven, was attempting to set me up with one of her junior high school friends. I was enamoured with the idea of having a girlfriend, an older, cooler girlfriend. I wouldn't just be Mark Black stupid grade six, I'd be Mark Black stupid grade six with a grade seven girlfriend. Who cares what she looks like, who cares if her favourite song is Motown Philly, who cares if she's a holocaust denier, she's in grade seven!
Dressed in my best, an orange quicksilver t-shirt and khaki dress pants, I headed out to the Rudderham residence to meet with my future older, cooler girlfriend. Michael came to pick me up with Lachie in tow.
Lachie was attired in overalls. He was the epitome of early 90's cool with his fade haircut and one strap overalls. I'm pretty sure he was even allowed to go the Mayflower Mall by himself. Needless to say I was impressed and immediately wanted to be friends with him.
About halfway to the Rudderham's Lachie and I started to engage in some sort of shoving match that has continued to this day. I struck out swinging against him in softball on Friday and he didn't like it when I told him his mom had a whore mouth. I have no idea how it started, but it started the day we met. Kids are dumb and for some reason we thought it would be funny to try and push each other into the street while walking on the sidewalk. Ok, Lachie thought it was funny to push me and I thought it was funny to be pushed.
One thing led to another and I ended up on the ground with grass stains all over the back of my new Quicksilver neon orange t-shirt and my pants. There was no way I was landing any sort of grade seven girlfriend now. I tucked in my t-shirt and soldiered on.
I can't really remember much after that. I met Kristen's friend, acted like a spazz, and realized I was essentially afraid of girls anyway.
Lachie and I did become friends, stayed friends, and eventually I was able to go to the mall by myself too. Michael Rudderham got impeached from his University student executive, owned a pair of overalls and had a swear word buzzed into his hair, Kristen Rudderham dated my cousin, was my debating idol, and organized a 30 Hour Famine where I first french kissed a girl, and the fat guy, well he ate a big meal. Just like it happens in every teen coming of age movie.
Happy Birthday Lachie!
I was in grade six and Kristen Rudderham, who was in grade seven, was attempting to set me up with one of her junior high school friends. I was enamoured with the idea of having a girlfriend, an older, cooler girlfriend. I wouldn't just be Mark Black stupid grade six, I'd be Mark Black stupid grade six with a grade seven girlfriend. Who cares what she looks like, who cares if her favourite song is Motown Philly, who cares if she's a holocaust denier, she's in grade seven!
Dressed in my best, an orange quicksilver t-shirt and khaki dress pants, I headed out to the Rudderham residence to meet with my future older, cooler girlfriend. Michael came to pick me up with Lachie in tow.
Lachie was attired in overalls. He was the epitome of early 90's cool with his fade haircut and one strap overalls. I'm pretty sure he was even allowed to go the Mayflower Mall by himself. Needless to say I was impressed and immediately wanted to be friends with him.
About halfway to the Rudderham's Lachie and I started to engage in some sort of shoving match that has continued to this day. I struck out swinging against him in softball on Friday and he didn't like it when I told him his mom had a whore mouth. I have no idea how it started, but it started the day we met. Kids are dumb and for some reason we thought it would be funny to try and push each other into the street while walking on the sidewalk. Ok, Lachie thought it was funny to push me and I thought it was funny to be pushed.
One thing led to another and I ended up on the ground with grass stains all over the back of my new Quicksilver neon orange t-shirt and my pants. There was no way I was landing any sort of grade seven girlfriend now. I tucked in my t-shirt and soldiered on.
I can't really remember much after that. I met Kristen's friend, acted like a spazz, and realized I was essentially afraid of girls anyway.
Lachie and I did become friends, stayed friends, and eventually I was able to go to the mall by myself too. Michael Rudderham got impeached from his University student executive, owned a pair of overalls and had a swear word buzzed into his hair, Kristen Rudderham dated my cousin, was my debating idol, and organized a 30 Hour Famine where I first french kissed a girl, and the fat guy, well he ate a big meal. Just like it happens in every teen coming of age movie.
Happy Birthday Lachie!
Where's Bob?
Another reason why Sean O'Brien does not like Mondays.
Delivery driver Sean O'Brien, 29, was among those caught in the traffic jam building behind the protesters.
"I have already been here 40 minutes and counting," he said. "I'm not really too fussed but I would much rather have got my work finished."
Another reason why Sean O'Brien does not like Mondays.
Sewage treatment starts in Sydney
Well I suppose 60% is a pass mark.
It's unfortunate that they don't have immediate plans to treat the sewage being dumped in the Dominion area of Cape Breton. The beach has already been closed due to high fecal matter content, three of the last four years.
Mike MacKeigan, utilities manager for the Cape Breton Regional Municipality, said the plant will handle about 60 per cent of Sydney's waste material, while the other 40 per cent will continue to go into the harbour for now.
Well I suppose 60% is a pass mark.
It's unfortunate that they don't have immediate plans to treat the sewage being dumped in the Dominion area of Cape Breton. The beach has already been closed due to high fecal matter content, three of the last four years.
