Movember is Done

Well after a solid 30 days on the grow I can official say that Movember turned out well, as far a growing a moustache it was the best one I have evar put on my upper lip, as far as getting work I reckon it did nothing but hinder me. In fact it was not until I shaved the beautiful piece of man status that I managed to secure work. Note how good I look below:


Before I get into the work details I'd like to thank the five people who voted in the last poll. Upon retrival of the results we did exactly as stated, we went surfing. It was a medium day on the water, not that it mattered as I was alone on the coast and kinda got scared, so I was only in the water for a short period of time. Furthermore even though the results did not state to leave town we did. Gone like a fading image in our rearview mirror is Gisborne. Jaded we left the town with no work or even the potential. We are now in Napier http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Napier%20NZ&sourceid=ie7&rls=com.microsoft:en-US&ie=utf8&oe=utf8&um=1&sa=N&tab=il.

Napier is wine country, with a climate that mimicks the summers of the Okanagan Valley. Known for the lazy summer days and Art Deco decor Napier is a quiant town on the East coast of New Zealand. It is here that I found a job as a labourer on a consturction site. I started off with the promise of three days work and by the time afternoon smoko (coffee break) rolled around I was asked to stay until christmas. It felt good to be making some money again. Andrea also has cousins here, they have been very welcoming to us. It is also nice to hear the Canadian accent again, germans tend to get on my nerves after a while.

Last weekend after arrival in the new town we did what any person should do in Napier...we left town for it's neighbor Hastings and went to SPLASH PLANET. A smaller second cousin to the waterparks of North America but no less refreshing. It was here that an incident occurred. This leads me to a:

FALL DOWN REPORT

Approximately 3:30 Pm on Sunday November 30th 2008. Andrea C. Forrest was walking briskly on the southern deck of the main splash pool of the 'TOOB SLIDE'. During a momentary laspe of thought Andrea step down off the deck and onto the first step that lead into the pool. During slack water this step would normally be covered in approximately 1/2 inch of water, however due to repeatative entry of jovulant youths at the northern end of the pool mild surges were clouding the actual depth of the step. With full commitment Andrea placed her right foot down towards the step, only to find that the step was actually much shallower than her perception had told her. The result, a hastened reaction to counteract and regain balance, it was an overreaction, much like a car in a skid, the overreaction always leads to shame. In this case that shame came in the form of a back leaning stiff upperbody that still had forward momentum. A chain reaction started with the right ankle, it buckled and folded under, then the knee, the left leeg continued straight out as if sliding into second base. Like a Jenga tower falling left due to an improperly balanced base, Andrea flopped into the splash pool. Instant shame fell over her. It was the first time in years that I never laugh instantly. It looked rough but she is ok, just a few braizes to her right foot. It wasn't till she was walking again that I really let the giggles loose...