FERRARI PLEASE!

The past few days have been very, very busy. Working, and fitting in time to check out the various Ferrari festival events. Dima and I took a trip down to Calabogie Motorsports Park where we drooled at the cars and watched them roar their motors and race around the track. Then on Sunday we went for a dream Ferrari ride around Preston St. and Island Parkway. The ride, although brief, was amazing. The speed, the attention, the power! Worth the money, and if I could afford it I would go out and buy one right now.

..and then we went to Touch a Truck and I stood behind a riot shield.

Get Well Katy

After many years of jokingly saying that I was broken, it appears that I truly am broken! Chiro, funny shoes with lifts in them, pilates.. Toss in one of those funny back braces or two, that's going to be me! It's going to cost a fortune and make me look funny but hey, it'll make me feel better. It might even stop me from looking like an old person when I get out of cars. Currently the "get well Katy" bill is at: $110. We'll see how high it climbs.

Flying Around Ottawa

Usually I'm very much the control freak. Planning everything out, making the Facebook event, and researching everything to a tee. But sometimes I like to be surprised, sometimes I like having things planned for me - especially after a grueling weekend of early morning work. Enter Dima and his idea of going to the Canadian Aviation Museum and going for a ride in a biplane - PERFECT!

Now, if you've followed this rarely updated blog, you'd know that I am not a fan of high speed, open air things. Although I was very excited about riding the biplane, I was also very scared. I strapped on my aviation helmet, pulled down my goggles and gripped the handle bar with both hands as the plane took off. The plane spurted, grunted and shook! It shook so much that I believe that my gripping the handle bar is what kept the plane together and ensured a safe landing. I let go briefly to take a few photos but for everyone's safety I put my hands back on the bar. We soared around downtown Ottawa, turning around at Parliament Hill and getting a fantastic view of the city. It was a 20 minute ride, start to finish, but seemed longer with the thrill (fright) of the open air plane.

We landed safely, I like to think that my holding the handle bar contributed to the smooth landing but I'm sure Dima will tell you otherwise.

Links: Check my Flickr for photos.

Toronto on the Weekend

It's nice to get away sometimes, even if it's just for an overnight thing - although it didn't feel like an overnight thing. We ate at some spectacular restaurants, so good that this morning I'm having a protein shake and a yogurt for breakfast - I have to detox after the spectacular meals eaten at the Bymark, One and Sassafraz. We spent the majority of our time shopping on Bloor, going in and out of boutique shops looking at Louis Vuitton, Gucci (I found out they make my size in shoes - this could be disastrous), Prada, etc.. It was fun. Dima bought a few nice things - a gorgeous wallet from Gucci and beautiful crocodile shoes. I bought red Puma shoes and some paintball gear so I could destroy everyone at today's game. Hardly any photos taken of this crazy trip, but some twitters and of course, twitpics.

I did take one photo actually, of Dima posing next to a statue on Bay Street. He belives the statue represents him as a child and the struggles he had. You may laugh as I did.

Destroy: Keeping up the Momentum!

It's been a few days since I announced that I was going to destroy my boyfriend, Dima. The response has been quite overwhelming with everyone cheering and supporting me in his destruction. Dima's response? Well, he doesn't seem to believe it...

WHICH MAKES ME EVEN MORE ANGRY!

That brings me to this picture of Masada. When Dima and I climbed it last summer, we were unable to reach the top. We had to descend, cool down, rehydrate and purchase tickets for the cable car to see what was on top. When I'm done with my destroy training I'll be able to climb FIVE Masada's up AND down.

And to point out the seriousness of the destroy training, I've quit drinking double double's. I know - it's serious.

Paintball Revenge

On Sunday night Dima had the audacity to tell me he was going paintballing without me. There were a few minutes of me begging to go with his work-boy-group-thing and then I gave up and called him a poopy face. This is where I started plotting my revenge. I mean, how dare he go paintballing without me? It is only one of my most favorite things to do.. So, I must destroy him.

As of this moment I am in training. I will work out, I will drink the protein supplements, I will eat the salad and I will do so while thinking of destroying Dima. The next time we go paintballing together I will have achieved ninja status and everywhere he looks, I will be there with a gun aimed at his head and no, I will not listen to his cries for mercy.

Watch out Dima - I will get you!

Maple Sugar Festival!

If there's a festival, I'll be there to celebrate it! This weekend I dragged Dima, Anne, her boyfriend Jake and her sister Kate to the Vanier Maple Sugar Festival. We ate a yummy pancake brunch, played with dogs, ate more maple syrup, went on a wagon ride through a block of suburban Vanier - I loved it! Sadly, we missed the Lumberjack competition.