Howdy,
I'm back from holidays, but I'm sick as a dog. I'll post a blog about my holiday when I'm feeling better and can think straight and don't need to go to the toilet every hour on the hour.
Kevy K
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Vinegar, it's great on chips... What else can it do?
Hey guy,
I would start this with a friggin' Kobi and the Lakers... But I'm not going to. I'm going to say friggin' Courtney!!! My game 3 was ruined by a friend (replace friend with ex-friend) of mine Courtney. Courtney who's a bit of a Kobi fan (I'm not to sure how he feels about the Lakers though, not that there's much more than Kobi for the Lakers) messages me this "Haha kev told you bryant is the best" at about 4pm. I guess he didn't know that I was going to watch the game that afternoon and had been avoiding finding out the results so I could enjoy the game. You better hope that the C's win Courtney or you might wake up with a horse's head in your bed or something. So the Lakers got a win and avoided the sweep. But I saw how they were playing and I honestly can't see them winning more than one more game. C's in 5... maybe 6.
So I've spent this evening packing to go over east and scrubbing walls with vinegar. That's right, vinegar. The little exploding egg thing has left a nasty burnt egg/smoke smell around the house. Opening the windows and airing the house out hasn't worked so we've had to scrub the walls down. Damo (Kate's brother) started with chemical stuff which didn't work. I hit the place up with sugar soap which also didn't work. So now I've been using vinegar. I googled cleaning and apparently vinegar is awesome for cleaning stuff here's a link -
http://www.versatilevinegar.org/usesandtips.html
I have to get back to cleaning and also to bed. Tomorrow I have to wake up at 6am to catch a 7:30am plane. Given it's Friday the 13th I hope nothing bad happens to me. I am superstitious in some ways but Friday 13th isn't something I worry about. Maybe tomorrow will make me a believer.
Over the next couple of weeks I'm not too sure how much you guys will hear from me and also how well I'll stick to training/my diet. After the last couple of months I've been pretty good so I might bend the rules a little.
Catch ya'll soon!
I would start this with a friggin' Kobi and the Lakers... But I'm not going to. I'm going to say friggin' Courtney!!! My game 3 was ruined by a friend (replace friend with ex-friend) of mine Courtney. Courtney who's a bit of a Kobi fan (I'm not to sure how he feels about the Lakers though, not that there's much more than Kobi for the Lakers) messages me this "Haha kev told you bryant is the best" at about 4pm. I guess he didn't know that I was going to watch the game that afternoon and had been avoiding finding out the results so I could enjoy the game. You better hope that the C's win Courtney or you might wake up with a horse's head in your bed or something. So the Lakers got a win and avoided the sweep. But I saw how they were playing and I honestly can't see them winning more than one more game. C's in 5... maybe 6.
So I've spent this evening packing to go over east and scrubbing walls with vinegar. That's right, vinegar. The little exploding egg thing has left a nasty burnt egg/smoke smell around the house. Opening the windows and airing the house out hasn't worked so we've had to scrub the walls down. Damo (Kate's brother) started with chemical stuff which didn't work. I hit the place up with sugar soap which also didn't work. So now I've been using vinegar. I googled cleaning and apparently vinegar is awesome for cleaning stuff here's a link -
http://www.versatilevinegar.org/usesandtips.html
I have to get back to cleaning and also to bed. Tomorrow I have to wake up at 6am to catch a 7:30am plane. Given it's Friday the 13th I hope nothing bad happens to me. I am superstitious in some ways but Friday 13th isn't something I worry about. Maybe tomorrow will make me a believer.
Over the next couple of weeks I'm not too sure how much you guys will hear from me and also how well I'll stick to training/my diet. After the last couple of months I've been pretty good so I might bend the rules a little.
Catch ya'll soon!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Exploding eggs?
What an interesting couple of days I've had. I can't believe that the Celtics almost lost yesterday after being 24 points up at one point. I was stressing out so much, but then they held strong and I was extremely happy. The C's are up 2-0 and just need 1 in LA to pretty much seal it. Still, I'm never going to count Kobi out of anything.
But today was where the real interesting things happened. Before I get into today's events I forgot to tell everyone about my housemate's brother coming to stay with us. The house I live in is actually owned by my housemate's brother who works as a professional dancer on a cruise ship. So he's in Perth for a couple of months every year. It's kinda strange living with your landlord for a couple of months, especially when he likes things as clean as he does and I'm not that stressed about how clean things are. Kate cleaned the place pretty good and I helped out here and there so Damo could come home to a clean house. Remember this for what I'm about to tell you next...
I have Aidan's camera cause he was taking some time off filming me (soft Aidan). I was going to get some numbers of my body fat % and blood pressure and stuff like that. You know to see how I'm progressing health wise. So I've woken up and done my morning things, then got ready to go to the gym. While getting ready I decided to boil some eggs for today and tomorrow. So I put the eggs on the stove, turn on the heat and get ready for the gym. At the gym I'm expecting to see Zinni there to do all the tests but he's not about. I workout for about 1.5 hours and still no Zinni. Not wanting to waste time waiting around for him and not getting any filming done I decide to head home. When I'm about half way home I remember... I remember that I put eggs onto boil and I didn't take them off the stove or even turn the heat down. There is eggs on the stove that have been boiling for 1.5 hours and my housemate's brother who is a clean freak is ment to be home at 12:30. I had got to the gym a little after 11, the time was after 12:30 and I was still 5 minutes from home. Time to stress out more than I was when the C's nearly gave up their 24 point lead.
Does anyone know the panic feeling you get when you've left something out that someone might find and you don't want them to find it? You know like a special b'day present for a loved one that you want to keep secret and you stupidly leave it on your bed after getting a call from your mates telling you to come hang out with them. That's how I was feeling except it wouldn't be hugs and kisses if I'd burnt the house down. When I got home I ran into the house, just because the 5 seconds I save by running vs walking is going to make all the difference after leaving eggs cooking for over 1.5 hours. I get inside and the house is filled with smoke and I can barely breathe in the kitchen. I look into the pot and the water is completely gone and there's not much else in the pot either. Now let me tell you what happens to eggs that are cooked for that long. What happen is they explode and they explode good. There was egg bits everywhere, there was egg bits and shells on the floor 3m from the stove, egg yolk on the ceiling and around the pot was just a mess. In the pot was about 4-5 sorry bits of charcoal that sorta looked like eggs (I had put 9 into boil). Realistically I was lucky that I didn't burn the house down and that Damo didn't get home before me. It is about 12 hours after the event the house still smells like burnt egg. :(
So there's the exploding egg story and how I'm lucky not to have burnt the house down on the day my landlord got into Perth after being on a plane for 14 hours. I bet you all thought I was going to talk about my flatulence after eating a bunch of eggs.
Here's hoping the C's win game 3! Oh, and that I get to dunk before I'm 30... but the C's come first right now.
But today was where the real interesting things happened. Before I get into today's events I forgot to tell everyone about my housemate's brother coming to stay with us. The house I live in is actually owned by my housemate's brother who works as a professional dancer on a cruise ship. So he's in Perth for a couple of months every year. It's kinda strange living with your landlord for a couple of months, especially when he likes things as clean as he does and I'm not that stressed about how clean things are. Kate cleaned the place pretty good and I helped out here and there so Damo could come home to a clean house. Remember this for what I'm about to tell you next...
I have Aidan's camera cause he was taking some time off filming me (soft Aidan). I was going to get some numbers of my body fat % and blood pressure and stuff like that. You know to see how I'm progressing health wise. So I've woken up and done my morning things, then got ready to go to the gym. While getting ready I decided to boil some eggs for today and tomorrow. So I put the eggs on the stove, turn on the heat and get ready for the gym. At the gym I'm expecting to see Zinni there to do all the tests but he's not about. I workout for about 1.5 hours and still no Zinni. Not wanting to waste time waiting around for him and not getting any filming done I decide to head home. When I'm about half way home I remember... I remember that I put eggs onto boil and I didn't take them off the stove or even turn the heat down. There is eggs on the stove that have been boiling for 1.5 hours and my housemate's brother who is a clean freak is ment to be home at 12:30. I had got to the gym a little after 11, the time was after 12:30 and I was still 5 minutes from home. Time to stress out more than I was when the C's nearly gave up their 24 point lead.
Does anyone know the panic feeling you get when you've left something out that someone might find and you don't want them to find it? You know like a special b'day present for a loved one that you want to keep secret and you stupidly leave it on your bed after getting a call from your mates telling you to come hang out with them. That's how I was feeling except it wouldn't be hugs and kisses if I'd burnt the house down. When I got home I ran into the house, just because the 5 seconds I save by running vs walking is going to make all the difference after leaving eggs cooking for over 1.5 hours. I get inside and the house is filled with smoke and I can barely breathe in the kitchen. I look into the pot and the water is completely gone and there's not much else in the pot either. Now let me tell you what happens to eggs that are cooked for that long. What happen is they explode and they explode good. There was egg bits everywhere, there was egg bits and shells on the floor 3m from the stove, egg yolk on the ceiling and around the pot was just a mess. In the pot was about 4-5 sorry bits of charcoal that sorta looked like eggs (I had put 9 into boil). Realistically I was lucky that I didn't burn the house down and that Damo didn't get home before me. It is about 12 hours after the event the house still smells like burnt egg. :(
So there's the exploding egg story and how I'm lucky not to have burnt the house down on the day my landlord got into Perth after being on a plane for 14 hours. I bet you all thought I was going to talk about my flatulence after eating a bunch of eggs.
Here's hoping the C's win game 3! Oh, and that I get to dunk before I'm 30... but the C's come first right now.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Celtics, Peer Pressure & Idiots
Well, sorry for the time between blogs. But I've been lazy... I mean I haven't been able to find the time to write something up.
First up, GO CELTICS!!! My C's are finally in the NBA finals after 21 years of mediocrity and now they're 1-0 up vs Kobi Bryant and the euro-trash. Paul Pierce is going play out the rest of the series on 1 leg and his team mates are going to rally behind him and put the Lakers away. Boston can't lose both the NBA and the Superbowl in the same year. My god though the euro-trash, what a bunch of bitches. They cry so much. Honestly they should get into soccer and hang out there. But enough complaining about pansies for a paragraph or so, the C's are winning the NBA finals right now and hopefully this trend continues until it's over.
I'd like to put a shout out here for my good friend Nick (who is a reader/supporter of Can Kev Dunk. Love your support Buddy!). Nick has been a mate of mine for about 10 years now and he is one of the best blokes I know. Nick's been in Melbourne the last year or so and is nowhere near as fit as he used to be. This guy used to be a good long distance runner and would compete in marathons/half marathons. So given he's not been exercising a hell of a lot taking on Jacob's ladder with me isn't going to make his legs too happy. That said, Nick has one small fault and that's his lack of will when it comes to Jacob's ladder. Now by lack of will I don't mean he does 3 laps and then says "I'm hurting I'm going to stop now", by lack of will I mean he does 3 laps and says "I'm hurting", I'll then say something like "so you've got 3 laps left then?. Nick will then go on to do 5-6 more laps. I think if you haven't done Jacob's in a while 5 laps is plenty. Nick did 8 or 9 after not doing them for a long time. This is all because of peer pressure and peer pressure is a wonderful thing. It makes you do stupid things because someone else is pushing you to do it. I think the last 3 laps of Nick's session were from me saying "one more Nick, one more buddy". It must have been 3 days later when Nick sent me a message saying that he had just started walking again. So kids, just say 'no' to peer pressure. Nick, you sir are a true trooper. If there's a war and we get drafted I hope you're in my unit.
I'd like to end this chapter of Can Kev Dunk with a story of idiots. Today I was playing ball for my social team the Rockets. We were in a tightish game that was very heavily defensively orientated. With 6 minutes to go we had a fairly solid lead and were up by 10 points. This is where we stopped scoring. That's right for the remaining 6 minutes we didn't score. Now, I'm not calling the Rockets idiots because we couldn't score I'm calling the ref's and a player on the other team idiots for what happened in the last minute of the game. With a minute to go we're up by 4 points we get a loose rebound and naturally the other team press. My mate Steve is bringing the ball up and tries to split 2 defenders and gets tripped up (should have been a foul) the ball rolls loose and I manage to get there about the same time as someone on the other team. I've got 2 hands on the ball and bring it into my chest while the other guy has one hand on it. Somehow this guy ends up on my back while I'm crouched over protecting the ball, I'm pretty sure a whistle blows and I figure it's the ref calling a jump ball. Anyway, I've got this guy on my back and I don't like the idea that someone's getting a pony ride from me and not paying for it so I drop the shoulder he's on to try to get him off me. He hits the floor pretty hard, it wasn't my intention to hurt the guy but I still didn't like the fact that he was on my back. This is when he gets up and pushes me. I'm not a big guy but this guy was smaller than me so his push actually just moves him away. Everyone on the court and stadium has seen this cause we're the only ones playing in the stadium. Steve's the first in there a wraps the guy up and separates us while the ref grabs me and pulls me back. Then about 30 seconds later once everything's calmed down the ref calls a foul on me! I don't know what the ref was thinking but if there's someone on my back how can that be a foul on me and if the other guy pushes me and I don't react how can that not be a technical on him. Anyway, it worked out in the end because we play with a continuous clock so the whole thing caused the game clock to run out and after the foul shots we won by 3. I'm still upset that I got a foul called on me.
Well, that's enough on joy, peer pressure and ranting. Hopefully I'll get another blog up before heading over east for a week and a bit.
First up, GO CELTICS!!! My C's are finally in the NBA finals after 21 years of mediocrity and now they're 1-0 up vs Kobi Bryant and the euro-trash. Paul Pierce is going play out the rest of the series on 1 leg and his team mates are going to rally behind him and put the Lakers away. Boston can't lose both the NBA and the Superbowl in the same year. My god though the euro-trash, what a bunch of bitches. They cry so much. Honestly they should get into soccer and hang out there. But enough complaining about pansies for a paragraph or so, the C's are winning the NBA finals right now and hopefully this trend continues until it's over.
I'd like to put a shout out here for my good friend Nick (who is a reader/supporter of Can Kev Dunk. Love your support Buddy!). Nick has been a mate of mine for about 10 years now and he is one of the best blokes I know. Nick's been in Melbourne the last year or so and is nowhere near as fit as he used to be. This guy used to be a good long distance runner and would compete in marathons/half marathons. So given he's not been exercising a hell of a lot taking on Jacob's ladder with me isn't going to make his legs too happy. That said, Nick has one small fault and that's his lack of will when it comes to Jacob's ladder. Now by lack of will I don't mean he does 3 laps and then says "I'm hurting I'm going to stop now", by lack of will I mean he does 3 laps and says "I'm hurting", I'll then say something like "so you've got 3 laps left then?. Nick will then go on to do 5-6 more laps. I think if you haven't done Jacob's in a while 5 laps is plenty. Nick did 8 or 9 after not doing them for a long time. This is all because of peer pressure and peer pressure is a wonderful thing. It makes you do stupid things because someone else is pushing you to do it. I think the last 3 laps of Nick's session were from me saying "one more Nick, one more buddy". It must have been 3 days later when Nick sent me a message saying that he had just started walking again. So kids, just say 'no' to peer pressure. Nick, you sir are a true trooper. If there's a war and we get drafted I hope you're in my unit.
I'd like to end this chapter of Can Kev Dunk with a story of idiots. Today I was playing ball for my social team the Rockets. We were in a tightish game that was very heavily defensively orientated. With 6 minutes to go we had a fairly solid lead and were up by 10 points. This is where we stopped scoring. That's right for the remaining 6 minutes we didn't score. Now, I'm not calling the Rockets idiots because we couldn't score I'm calling the ref's and a player on the other team idiots for what happened in the last minute of the game. With a minute to go we're up by 4 points we get a loose rebound and naturally the other team press. My mate Steve is bringing the ball up and tries to split 2 defenders and gets tripped up (should have been a foul) the ball rolls loose and I manage to get there about the same time as someone on the other team. I've got 2 hands on the ball and bring it into my chest while the other guy has one hand on it. Somehow this guy ends up on my back while I'm crouched over protecting the ball, I'm pretty sure a whistle blows and I figure it's the ref calling a jump ball. Anyway, I've got this guy on my back and I don't like the idea that someone's getting a pony ride from me and not paying for it so I drop the shoulder he's on to try to get him off me. He hits the floor pretty hard, it wasn't my intention to hurt the guy but I still didn't like the fact that he was on my back. This is when he gets up and pushes me. I'm not a big guy but this guy was smaller than me so his push actually just moves him away. Everyone on the court and stadium has seen this cause we're the only ones playing in the stadium. Steve's the first in there a wraps the guy up and separates us while the ref grabs me and pulls me back. Then about 30 seconds later once everything's calmed down the ref calls a foul on me! I don't know what the ref was thinking but if there's someone on my back how can that be a foul on me and if the other guy pushes me and I don't react how can that not be a technical on him. Anyway, it worked out in the end because we play with a continuous clock so the whole thing caused the game clock to run out and after the foul shots we won by 3. I'm still upset that I got a foul called on me.
Well, that's enough on joy, peer pressure and ranting. Hopefully I'll get another blog up before heading over east for a week and a bit.
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