Recap.

Well, I suppose at some point I was going to be forced to face the fact that yet again I have let 2 weeks slip by me without much of a report. However I am going to try to make this as direct as possible, so that we can catch up with each other.

Since last Wed 2 weeks back, my week continued in much of a similar fashion as before. On Thursday and Friday I continued to do yard work. Which was pretty nice since it earned me some extra cash, and I must say the house looked lovely by the time we were done. On Friday night I stayed in and relaxed. However on Saturday night I went out to Takapuna (a place on the North Shore). It was Julia's going away party. Julia is a german that had been studying here, and now that exams were over she was returning to Germany. Fortunately for us we had talked her into moving to Munich so we had a place to stay for Oktoberfest. So I will see here soon. At any rate, there was a going away celebration at her place Saturday night. It was quite the event. As soon as I got there Chris had to pass out in my car because he was already done for the night. On the bright side this gave us plenty of opportunities for us to take pictures while messing with him. The next morning I woke to find I had a parking ticket due to annoying circumstances. That was disappointing, but oh well. It happens.

The following week was what can only be described as lazy. Both Leigh and I were sick. Thus she stayed home from work on both Monday and Tuesday. Resulting in my normal schedule being completely out of wack. Along with this I felt groggy and took several naps myself. Needless to say it was a week of laying around reading and doing nothing of great value I am ashamed to say. I will say that on Wed. night at Couchsurfers Aaron (who runs the whole thing and has become a good friend of mine) decided to grace me with a homemade shirt. It was something that we had joked about the week before, and low and behold he had done it. The shirt had a large rooster on it with the words "The Big Cock that Hits the Spot" written over top of it. Underneath in handwritten letters Aaron had written his nickname for me... "ASSHOLE". (Well naturally you see I am an American.... and thus that makes me an asshole by nature to the rest of the world.) I felt privileged to receive it and strutted around all night as the "Big Cock" showing my shirt off as much as possible. On Friday of that week, several of the Germans and I decided for the hell of it, to go out to the Family Room, which according to many magazine and newspaper articles (and user reviews) is quoted as "the gayest bar in Auckland". And Gay it was indeed. Let me tell you walked in and the bar arranged the liquors in a fashion so the formed a rainbow with their labels. (Which was pretty awesome if I say so myself). We enjoyed ourselves drinking, dancing, and watching a drag queen walk/dance off that occurred at midnight. I also was successful at congratulating Mrs. Gay of 2009 on her victory, and being hit on myself by 2 men. I have a sticker from one of them that says "Hey Ho, Lets Go" to prove it. The next evening I was invited over to a bbq at a friend of mine from the Ski Club. I joined them over in Glen Innes which is East Auckland (first time I had ever been out that way). I had an excellent time there. It was really good to again see some of the people I had while riding with the ski team. I ended up staying up the night at Racheals house (my friend from the ski team). She happens to live in the garage of a family, and I was placed in the spare bedroom in the house. The next morning I was awoke to a older-middle aged woman trying to plug a vacuum cleaner in. I rolled over and she suddenly realized I was there. "Oh my.. ummm. Oh. So sorry. Oh. Well then. Sorry. Oh" was what followed preceded by my quickly throwing a shirt on and apologizing profusely before dashing off to the garage.

That Sunday I continued my lazy streak, only to momentarily break it long enough to make homemade veggie burgers. (they were actually quite successful and tasty. We had to cook them over an open fire since they don't have a grill, but considering that they stayed together quite nicely.) Oh, I nearly forgot. When I arrived home on Sunday, the house was empty, which was normal since it was early morning, and they usually take Yannik to the beach or something in the morning (on the weekends), however they did not return for some time. When they finally did, it all became apparent. Yannik had pulled a head over handlebars fall on his bike that morning. Followed by a nice several yard slide landing. His face had been pretty badly scratch and his left hand has really nasty gashes on it, but the real one was a deep cut on his knee. I suppose the bike accident and injuries wasn't anything worse that what most adolescent boys sustain growing up. However for Yannik its slightly different. After he wrecked he didn't make a sound. He did not cry or make a noise. There is only a slight change in his breathing and thats the only way you know he is hurting. Also if he has done more that whats obvious he cannot tell you. So to be on the safe side they had taken him to the hospital. He was checked up on and we were told he was fine. The doctor pointlessly had but butterfly bandages on the cut on his knee. I say pointlessly, because as soon as they were placed Yannik removed them. After two more sets of bandages we gave up. Now for the past two days I have had to give him antibiotics and a painkiller. Neither of them taste two delicious, and the antibiotics are hot pink. It is also the antibiotics that he likes to spit out. On tuesday it took me 4 tries of him spitting it out and me trying to bribe him with chocolate and coke, before he kept it down. So this current week had been full of caring for Yannik. On Monday he stayed home from school because he was just so much to handle that we couldn't (with a clear conscious) send him to school (for their sake). So Monday was a really really long 11 hour day for me. After wards I called Chris and we went out for a beer. Tuesday was spent recovering, and Wed. was spent trying to get back into a normal schedule.

SO FINALLY.... we are brought back up to pace. Sorry for the long delay. I have somewhat been held up these past two weeks by an upcoming event. But the wait is over now, and I can type again. So I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope you are doing well.

Love,
Wes