Silence

Silence can be broken, duct tape lasts forever...

Apologies

I am fully aware that I have my cranky pants on today. But by involving me in idiotic discussions, you are delaying the removal of the cranky pants.

“Treat everyone the same until you find out they're an idiot.” ~Lucy Lawless

Nose blowing advice...

From a good friend of mine, and I quote...

Blow it like a man! ~S

A Keeper

Someone who keeps your memories, and your secrets.

Your person.

Boo-yah!

Another tax deadline approaches

All Income claimed
Even when it meant filing as a small business
All RRSP and Mutual funds entered appropriately
All tax forms filed and submitted on time
Another year successfully survived,
with a little help from Mom.

And thanks to the persons responsible for this ordeal,
all chicken cannons loaded and ready to fire.

Shot:

Shredded paper - the initial attempts to file taxes using the manual method, before giving up and using a program to file them online
Keyboard keys - from all the keyboards broken while attempting to fill out taxes online
Human hair - pulled out during intense periods of frustration
Blood, sweat and tears - saved up from working so hard to generate income, only to have to pay for it twice
Fake KD - what we'll be eating
Ketchup - only thing we can afford to go with the fake KD

B to the fricken 'er

The temperature of my trailer is registering at fricken freezing! I'm so programming in my foul weather gear right now ;o)

"There is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing" ~Norse Proverb

Exploring

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

~T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

On biking to work

It's not the getting here that's the hard part, it's the ride home.

Rock your socks off

Change the things that matter to you now, cause you never know when you won't be able to do anything anymore. I'm thankful for every day that I put socks on in the morning. ~Doofus

Too much

You're doing too much, when you have to tell yourself that you're not going to work tomorrow so that you have time to catch up on everything you need to do in order to fall asleep... only to wake up and go to work anyways.

Self, please slow down... or catch up

Faith

Is believing that what you do is making a difference in this world, sometimes you have no idea whether it is working or not, but you know that it has to be better than doing nothing.

I'm drowning in the sunshine...

The sun is streaming in my window at work and falling on the desk where I'm writing *smiles*

Moments

It takes the smallest of gestures, the briefest of moments to make someones day... the secret is that you may never know which moment.

Within

This way I spend my day
is not where I want to be
The time spent here feels wasted
not forward towards my destiny

There are so many options in this world
New things to see and do
So many opportunities to learn
things that are brand new

I want to do! Try everything
Leave nothing left undone
In this world of day to day
Who is it that has won?

We all have choices that we make
every single day
The one thing we control for sure
our reactions along the way

So if you don't like where you are
or who you've come to be
Pause and keep that worth keeping
redesign yourself its free

We can reinvent ourselves
every second of every day
The only thing preventing us
are the excuses that we make

Experience changes our perception
the way we look at life
But we still choose how we react
to suffering pain and strife

Stop and listen to your spirit
Only you can set it free
When I look within myself
The only one there is me

When you find your soulmate
you'll know it when its true
When you look within yourself
your spirit will now hold two

Get outta my way

Everything is impossible, until someone does it for the first time. ~S

Dear Cosmos,

Whoever is sucking the energy out of me... can you please ask them to reduce the volume of suck to a manageable level? I promise I'll last much longer as a renewable energy source. Thanks.

Why driving and talking on your cell phone is illegal...

It bloody well should be, I just bought whole goats milk instead of skim normal moo-juice because I was trying to grocery shop and talk to my Mom.

So thanks Mom for confirming that it was a good price to buy tomatoes... next time I'll ask about milk too...

*le sigh* I guess it doesn't taste that bad though, being raised on powdered milk and all...

I'm practically deaf... I am almost 50 he said...

Moving things out of the back of the truck the following conversation transpired.

D: What's wrong with you, I carried all four at the same time!

DD: I swam one thousand meters this morning!

D: WHAT?!?!

DD: I... uh. swam. one thousand. meters. this. morning.

D: Oh! I thought you said you swam without a uterus this morning *laughs*

DD: Yeah, y'know you're right, I took it out... I didn't want to get it wet ;o)

Our paths

Although our paths may cross for a time, and we may at times walk hand in hand... there are also parts that we must walk alone, or in our own way.

Sometimes the most comforting thought is that there are thousands of people who have walked this path ahead of you, and although none of us walk it in the same way if they can make it out the other end... so can you ~S

Just let your headstand.... sliiide

Just had a fantabulous week with Mitts in Stoke.

We did more skiing, slept on the floor and finished the week with a t-shirt that pretty much sums us up:

The cemetery is the place to rest

The girl at the t-shirt store found a wicked font to do it in that makes the 's' in Rest look like a snowboard carve.

Love it!

Dear Heros in my life,

You are beautiful and inspirational. There are certain people who shine through the characters that they are playing, and give us a piece of themselves. Thank you for that. From everything I've seen in videos, interviews and articles you are a wonderful person, I'd love to meet you someday.

From bits and pieces scattered throughout the internet we have a lot in common *in a non-creepy internet stalker kind of way*, but the best thing for me, was realizing that if you can make the time to do those things you enjoy, then I can too.

While I know there is often overlooked credit that should go to the writers and producers, you and LL brought that story to life, and gave it something special. You told it in a way that nobody else could, and you made many of us believe in love.

I always joke that my marital status is "single and looking", but the thing is even if you didn't write the scripts... it gives me hope, that for someone to write about soulmates, for all the beautiful songs about love in the world that exist... it really must be out there somewhere, that some people really have experienced it, and to never give up.

It's those brief moments of inner awakening, eye contact with a stranger, crossing paths with a kindred spirit, or that connection with a best friend that makes me believe in my heart of hearts that there is someone out there for everyone.

"A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle" ~James Keller

I think it's safe to say by the number of inspired people in this forum alone you've lit a fair number of candles, and brought a lot people together. Keep up the good work, and keep your chin up we all certainly believe in you!

~Xaber

Love it or hate it...

This is about the closest I will get to the Olympics in person. I still believe in the magic of the Olympics, despite the fact that much of that magic is shadowed or forgotten in its execution (literally).

I also think that the torch looks like an enormous joint, a tribute to internationally renowned BC Bud. I'm not sure who gets the design kudos for that, but I want a picture of someone smoking it.

Daily music

The sound of guitar chords, even if they don't quite go together... they're still magical.

Bruises in your sleep anyone?

As the day has progressed, and it's been a very nice Friday I must say... I've noticed that I have a couple unidentified bruises just in the indent at the back of my jawline.

No they're not the result of a UDI "unidentified drunken incident"...

But I feel almost as though I got my ass kicked in my sleep last night, and real or imagined, have the bruises to show for it. There's also some tenderness at the base of my skull on the left. Now I know I can be a *very* active sleeper, but this is a little ridiculous. I mean really, and the realm of the power of your mind causing what you believe to be real to evoke a very real bodily response (such as bruising) scares the hell outta me!

I've had some incredibly real dreams in the past, full colour... if I was any good as an artist I could draw it! I just hope this doesn't become a regular thing or it will start to look like I'm boxing at night for extra cash.

Musical challenge

I bought a guitar!

*happy dance* I am heading down to the musical type store today to get a tuner so it will only be my playing that is bad ;o)

Ever the student...

Yesterday I came face to face with something I'd been ignoring.

I'm interested in learning how to use the bo-staff, and I was asked the question "So you want to learn how to use weapons" and I stuttered on the answer, like my brain could no longer direct my lips... and it wasn't indecision, I want to learn it. But up until that point I had only thought of it from a defensive point of view.

It brought me back to the truth. Objects in themselves are neither good nor bad, it is all in how they are used. How we choose to use them. In any case, you need to understand how to use all aspects of something to allow you to choose how to use it and use it properly.

I want to learn how to use weapons, the manner in which I choose to use them will in turn show what kind of person I am. That scares me a little.

Bringin' sexy back

Q-tips, they're like sex for your ears. ~Doofus

When hating isn't quite enough

To quickly made a decent day suck.

Shampoo directions

1) Step in dog poo.
2) Attempt to wipe on wet grass
3) Attempt to wipe on melting snow
4) Check if clean
5) Repeat steps 2 through 5 if not clean

Nerdy directions

foot.stepIn(poo);
while(!foot.checkClean()){
----foot.wipe(wetGrass);
----foot.wipe(meltingSnow);
}

It will taint even a good day enough to make it not so good anymore.

*glaring with a hairy eyeball* at the thought of dog poo on my shoe.

All this pent up dog poo aggression and nothing to do with it *arg*

Puddle duck

Driving at high speed through a large puddle is the closest thing to the joy I experienced puddle jumping as a kid that I've yet to find.

I turned around and did it twice more.

My Grandpa used to call me puddle-duck as a kid, I got my parent's their money's worth out of the little red boots with the smiley face on the bottom. None of the puddles were safe when I was outside...

I quote.

I learn, whether or not its what you intend to teach me.

*Shit eatin' grin*

I'm back to blogging... it was an unplanned hiatus but I'm ready to go, put me in coach! I've missed you.

I've dubbed this new year "The Year to *do* Things"!

I'm feeling exceptionally happy to be here, it could be the light at the end of the tunnel... or it could be the Christmas hangover wearing off - although I'm pretty sure that's not it.

Whatever it is, I feel good. Like I could conquer all the worlds problems if I took them on one at a time. You know, the way the hero in a movie is never rushed by 8 guys at once. Only in groups of ones and twos, and they all go down in groups of ones and twos... hmmmmm

In any case I'm busy, I've got a lot on the go and a lot to look forward to, and I'm excited about it!

I was just telling my Dad about the new year this morning...

Me: I started early, as in end of last year when I did the cub woodbadge training, and got my CORE and PAL... doing the HAM course in March *hoping they have enough people*, buying a guitar, and programming on the side.

If that's not enough to keep me busy I'm looking at taking an avalanche safety course with Mitts, lots of skiing, walleyball, and possibly Martial Arts of some sort... wish me luck ;o)

Scientistically unproven...

Just because something hasn't been proven, well it hasn't been unproven either. Personally we have got to be connected in more ways than we think, I mean really... You have got to know what I'm talking about, especially if you've ever had this happen:

Skittles: "You sound good today!"

A true friend can tell you're bubbling and having a great day, even through a chat window.

Web cams are merely an aid for those who don't know you well enough to know what facial expression you are making as you type something.

Muahahaha

Me: 1

wiki: 0

My ingrained tag/bracket matching skills totally just kicked ass.

I fixed a problem in 2min that the previous fixer attempter spent 2 hours on... w00t!

That's right bitches I went to school for 5 years for this, and although it may not always show through, 2 min vs 2 hours is pretty damn good.

So how do you like them apples?!?

*touchdown dance*

Ain't that the truth...

The following may contain adult language, if you are easily offended go read someone else's website.

This is an excerpt from a few emails that have bounced back and forth through the ether between me and K w/a K... and maybe shows a little more ADD than I like to admit to ;o)

Me: Hey we need to do some crest action, I can't come to the area all leaders meeting tonight, and do you have a scale?

K w/a K: Yes I have a scale..oohhh lets weigh ourselves when you come over tomorrow….

Me: ooh ooh ooh yeah I need to work out my BMI, damn those perogies I just had for dinner ;o)

K w/a K: Ok seriously, those are going straight to your ass!

Me: uh yeah, I especially should not have watched while they were preparing them... not that you could have missed the burbling screams from the perogies on the bottom drowning in hot. melted. butter. Not that that's necessarily a bad way to go if you're a perogie...

No seriously though my friend I lived with in a bachelor pad said it best once:

apply directly to my ass with a spatula

I know when I turn 30 there is a special place for me... or two. So here's to the new year and *doing* stuff!

It all began with a meeting...

Someone once told me that they didn't know why we are all here, but that they believed that things are connected. They thought that we weren't necessarily important in each others lives... but that our purpose was to bring each other together with other lives who needed us. I also believe this is true, and that there comes a time when you have to do what makes you happy, not what everyone else thinks you should do.

Happiness comes in many forms, but I think the easiest way to know you're on the right track is when you feel all warm and fuzzy inside and you have a shit eating grin on your face for no apparent reason. Friends come and go, but only a special few will still call you up to chat when they haven't heard from you in awhile and talk as though you haven't missed a beat of their heart.

Kids. So I think I've more or less recovered from a weekend with the cubs. And I think I've discovered that 5 hours of watching Xena will help me recover from just about anything. I mean so far it seems to be working wonders.

We did a weekend camp up at the old ski lodge, and the weather was great, the kids more or less tried their best to be good and all in all I think the weekend went well.

We did a couple Christmas crafts, went for a hike well let me rephrase that... we went for a drag, played games, made survival kits and built fires in the parking lot. On an official note if anyone from the geek squad asks about the last item, I was dead at the time.

I think the survival kits and the fires in the parking lot were good for all of us. It reminded us that it isn't easy to start a fire, but I know that I can do it, and that there are skills I have that need to be dusted off once in awhile, before they are needed, not when.

I got to teach the kids about tree resin, and where to find it... and do a real life demo of it working to get a fire started when nothing else would. With any luck they will remember that when they need it the most.

The weekend had its ups and downs, mostly ups, but the one thing I'm struggling with is one kid who brings out the immature highschool teen in me. I'm old enough to know better, and yet all I want to do is stick out my tongue, put my thumb on my nose... wiggle my fingers and go "NYAAAAH nyaaahhhh!!!"

I'm not a doctor but it's not normal, and the response he evokes is not normal. I'm sure there is a desgination of some kind, bipoal, schizophrenic, psychotic... but label or not I'm fairly confident he has a behavioural disorder. He can be a super cool, normal 10 year old boy who laughs uncontrollably at fart jokes... and then shortly after be at def con 7 and a half, cussing and swearing and carrying on like a sailor who didn't get laid and woke up with a hangover the morning he has to ship out.

I don't know how this weekend will affect the kids that were there. But I do know this, you can't fix everything. All you can do is try your best, and I know that kids are worth trying for.

It's easy to love those who are most loving. But what about those who need love the most?

I promised a long time ago that I would do my best, so that's what I intend to do...

Sometimes I forget

There is always another way to do something... remember that.

Stop.

Take a deep breath.

Think.

Don't think of the problem, think of a solution for what you need to accomplish. Not why it can't be done. It doesn't have to be conventional, in fact strive to be creative. It makes everything easier in the long run. Don't be afraid of what people think, or offended when they decide that you are 'doing it the wrong way'... There is no wrong, only different. Different opinions, different experiences, different points of view. Don't confuse different with wrong. They are not the same.

Just because you've only seen something done one way doesn't mean that's the only way to do it... It doesn't mean it's the best way either. Pay attention, when someone does something differently its an opportunity to learn. Even if it demonstrates itself as a reason not to do it that way.

Listen to those with more experience than yourself, although they may be stuck in their ways, they've been doing things long enough to find what works for them. This does not mean it will work for you. Using technology to solve an old problem might just be another way to do it. Even the slow cement have lessons to share. Be patient, not only with those around you, but with yourself. Appreciate that things take time, and if its something worth doing you too will eventually find a 'better' way to do it.

Idle Profound Jabber

Me: I used to wonder if I just liked skiing cause I grew up skiing with Dad...
But I love skiing just for the sake of skiing...
Fresh powder, quiet... in and out of the trees
It's beautiful.

Mitts: Yeah when it is fun and you are just by yourself then you know that you love it.

So much anger

So here's the thing, it's totally true that you can't please everyone... unless you're a political genius who manages to get everyone to compromise without leaving them feeling like they've been the testers for 'Discount Al's final exam strength lube' using a wooden splintered spoon sideways...

In any case, it isn't anyone's fuckin' business where I bought my ski pass other than idle passing interest. Don't argue with me, or try to unjustify why I should or should not have bought it at one place vs another. I earned the money I spent on that pass, I evaluated my options and made a decision. If you think it's a stupid decision that's fine, but its not your decision to make. So bugger off.

Like zombies and brains

It's awesome thinking "damn I wish I had a coffee" and then realizing that you do, and you just put it down and forgot it when you got in.

British Religion in Laymans terms

We were talking about the monarchy changes in Britain, where over the period of a few years the religion supported by the crown changed back and forth numerous times very drastically from Catholic to Protestant and back sometimes overnight.

I summed it up with:

Basically, depending on what religion you were it was a bad day to be alive.

Which didn't quite come out as intended but with all of the turmoil I'm sure a fair number of people had days that went for poop. I mean it wasn't uncommon for someone to assume the throne, outlaw the religion they didn't practice and make it not just perfectly acceptable, but almost required to stone people of the opposite religion to death in the streets. So you could be out somewhere minding your own business, showing your support to the crown by practicing the religion of the day and next thing you know they've been overthrown, and you're about to become an example... WTF!

What has been

The people who stay with us in life, well they aren't always a perfect shining example of why you stick with them. Sometimes they're mean and hurtful, and nobody understands why you put up with it, least of all the people who love you most and want nothing but the best for you. They know in their heart of hearts that you deserve the best because they know you're a good person.

The thing is, people change, feelings get hurt and all the rest of the bad things that can happen... but what it comes down to is this, at some point in your life that person was there when nobody else was. They understand your neurosis around certain situations and events, they know your thoughts and feelings without question or explanation... they know you. The good, the bad and the ugly. And well, if they were tough enough to stick by you through the lowest points of your life, whatever it was that they saw in you, they did. They were the person who believed in you enough that they made you believe in yourself again.

So although some people change, for better or for worse, you owe them some part of the person that you are today... and if by some chance you can ever return the favour, the gift of believing in one's self you know you have to do everything in your power to try, because on some level it's the least you can do to repay them.

Yes at some point it's a bad relationship, it brings some part of you down with them. But knowing what you travelled through and came out of the other side of with them, leaves you with hope, a solid forged in the depths of hell piece of hope. And hope is something that everyone needs.

Relative Perspective

Women are comparing themselves to their stay-at-home moms and saying, "I'm not good enough," Kimmel said. "The men I talk to, none of them worry about whether they're a good enough dad. In fact, they are unbelievably self-congratulatory. If they wash one dish, they go, "I'm the greatest Dad! I should get an award for this."

Random Quote

Pac Man
Quote of the Decade:

"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkend rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music."

~Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc. 1989

Stretch it out

Morning run, evening walleyball followed by a morning run = stiffness.

'nuff said.

On a more positive note, working Monday/Tues and then having Wed off for Remembrance day was awesome... even though today feels like a Monday, it's okay because tomorrow's a Friday!

*happy dance* oop except for that muscle RIGHT there!

Wanted

Someone to mind my sanity while I look for a place to rent...

The hardest thing...

I'm not everything I am because you loved me...

I'm everything I am because you taught me to love myself.

Its not just a colour

I think I understand one meaning of the expression "Out of the blue"...

Sometimes, like today for example, I was feeling kinda like poo-shmoo and a good friend called. We had a great chat, including about said topic that had made me a little sad/disappointed in the first place. And the conversation we had was reassuring, and heart warming and all of those warm fuzzy type things.

I guess it pulled me right up "out of the blue" and made my day!

Oh facebook how you amuse me

Hank: "reminder: making mistakes does not give you any authority to give advice unless you learn from them."

Hank: "also I don't have my phone today so if you call me or text me I won't call or text you back."

Erin: "OH NO! Can you hear my telepathic messages?"

Kimberly: "I learn from about 50% of my mistakes. The other 50% I repeat. And about 30% I forget I even made. 19% I write down in a book and review later. 7% I think about at breakfast every morning. 10% I'd like to give you advice on. 13% I regret. 22% I imagine. 34% have to do with boys. 45% have to do with the refrigerator. (obviously there is some overlap... as in, 12% of my mistakes that have to do with boys also have to do with the refrigerator. I could draw you a venn diagram if that helps)"

Suck my ass

Nothing sucks nearly as much as the way you feel as when a good friend completely and utterly disagrees with you, and then continues to tell you you're an idiot... and that they're going to keep telling you until you agree that they're right.

*sigh*

It makes me not want to talk.

It makes me want to never talk again, and just pretend that things ended the way they were when everything was good. I guess that's the denial part of therapy, maybe one day I'll sign myself up, or maybe not.

I know that just writing about it makes me feel better, and I know that if I had an ounce of communication I could explain how it makes me feel and only make my friend feel minorly sheepish if anything.

I might not always have things right, but I know that there are many things I would miss out on if I only ever did things the way they are "supposed" to be done. I like the socially acceptable level of rebel that I am, and I would like to think that if the time ever came where I had to make the decision because of some injustice that I will be able to choose what is right rather than what everyone else is doing.

*thwibbit* So There!

X-Rated Office Plant

"It's a playboy plant, you know one that's a little top heavy" ~Z

There's nothing quite like...

A good poop.

Hate is a very positive emotion...

I think my socks are conspiring to drive me crazy. I hate when they fall down. Time to break the bank and buy some new ones, today's a write off though. Stupid saggy socks. I'm sure it has *nothing* to do with the backs of my shoes being worn out and then applying duct tape to smooth them out, maybe it's time for a fresh strip...

And to think that I make fun of my best friend when her day gets ruined because she put her pants on too soon after applying moisturizer. *sigh*

Its not a hot flash... it's a power surge!

My wife is going through The Change"...
You know, from woman to Grizzly Bear.

~Z

He said: ...I said whatever you want *Honey Bear*

Fresh off facebook

"Yes, I believe in love, yes I am a dreamer. but I am not alone, there are more of us than you suspect, and we've got bombs, truth and beauty bombs." ~Hankie

Love...

“I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.”

How do you know this exists? You don't. All you have to go on is someone that you clicked with more than you thought possible, that experience... no matter how brief, gives you hope that there is someone out there looking for you too.

Handwriting, its what you learned in elementary school

So I get this phone call...

Lady: "Hi is Sarah there please?"

Me: "I'm sorry I think you have the wrong number..."

Lady: "Oh, is this 555-5555?"

Me: "Yes it is..." (now slightly confused)

Lady: "I'm looking for Sarah Vincent"

Me: "Well I'm Sam Vincent, but"

Lady: "I guess it could be Sam, I'm calling on behalf of Passion Parties...

Now at this point I'm thinking aww crap I signed myself up to host a party at Rocktoberfest last weekend... allah damnit!

Lady: "... I'd like to congratulate you, you've won the mystery prize!"

Well apparently it's a lucky month for us! I might have been illegally impaired when I entered the contest though, so that would explain the 'Sarah'... poor lady ;o)

Advice...

A good friend of mine once told me that

"Advice is something we ask for when we already know the answer to something, but wish we didn't."

I think sometimes knowing the answer to something, and actually listening to yourself are totally different. That's why there are some people you ask for advice from more than once. They are the people who can make you quiet enough to listen to yourself. They help you tune out the clamors of the outside world and listen to the inner beat that makes you you.

That's why its so hard to find good friends, they can't just think you're funny or smart or confident and well dressed. They have to be able to hear 'you' over themselves... or perhaps in addition to themselves, and know when your beat is off.

A really good friend can tell when you've got the bass of one song and the drum solo of another song even over text messaging, as though they are standing there with you, with their fingers in their ears while you to try sing the chorus. And somehow through all the ruckus you can hear them as clearly as if they are wired right into your impromptu recording studio, calmly saying "Hold on a minute, just breath... now tell me what's wrong."

And instead of thinking about the notes that are coming up, or what you wanted it to sound like, or even worrying about the wording you pour it all out... sometimes in bits and pieces, all out of order like a bad movie. But by the time you're done, they've become the time keeper... the organizer of the chaos, and they've sorted it all out as though it was never broken up in the first place and lay it out... all the notes in the right order, the majors and minors where they should be, and maybe they don't know anything about the song you were singing, but they've just put the chorus in the right place, and brought the bass guitar and the drum solo into the same tempo... and somehow it all matches your beat.

Unique

I did not realize how nerdy I was... until I had to make all my customizations to my new laptop. Its amazing how over time you get things set up *juuuusst right* and it never seems like you've made that many changes.

Now I know better.

I am unique, just like everybody else. ;o)

Terrible joke: How do you catch a unique rabbit? U. nique up on it!

Laughing with the elderly

The funny sister: "Wow that new hair cut takes 10 years off you!"

Elderly lady: "Great, what does that make me... 92?"

Caution mental image may be disturbing for some readers

The funny sister:

"You know the Mom bum, where its all flat... and some of them have a vagina like a walking jelly fish"

*happy dance*

Okanagan Spring Brewery is going to sponsor our Halloween Party!!!!!

We have no idea what exactly that entails, the website hints at possibly booze, games tables, or other fun stuff... but who cares WE'RE GETTING SPONSORED!!!

I love swag :D

Did she seriously just say that?!?!

Lady purchasing vast amount of pizza:

"I'll get two ham and pineapple, one pepperoni and one vegetarian... I know it makes me fat but I don't care *giggle* It was really good yesterday!"

Does it make me a bad person if I muttered "Obviously" under my breath as I walked away?!!!?

I have the coolest cousins

Last weekend I did a huge trip out to my cousin Matt's wedding.

It all started Tues after work, quick drive up to Revelstoke where Mitt's happened to have come down with her dog Duke which was great! We took in the Banff Mountain film fest with her Dad, and decided the next morning that we might as well drive back to Calgary together - as that's where I was catching the same flight my Dad was on back to London Ontario and the only reason I was bringing my car was to get *to* Calgary.

So we had a great drive, visited, stopped in Rogers Pass at the Parks compound and then proceeded to hike the Hermit. Her Dad's description was pretty much bang on... lots of root and then it's so steep you'd fall out of your flip flops. Duke was hilarious he just didn't know what to do with himself there were so many new smells.

We made it up to the sub-alpine, took some pictures which I'll have to heckle her for and then decided to turn around... Duke was all "what are you doing? the trail goes THIS way" but we finally got him turned around and I was very impressed with his trail manners on the way down. He didn't try to run either of us over or off the trail to get in front, and she made him walk behind her the whole way. He was very good about waiting at switchbacks too rather than cut to the inside and trip you up in the process. All in all *two thumbs up*.

The next day we did an 8 - 9 km "walk" and near the end Duke decided he was done. Now most dogs will slow down, or stop... but not Duke, no he just lay down *ffwump* with his head between his front legs and looked up at you all pathetic like. If he could talk I'm sure he'd be saying "Do we have to walk any further?... I'm tired... will you carry me?... please?!?!"

Made it on the plane, got out to London, and being in the "navigator's seat" (which is how Dad refers to anyone in the passenger seat) I got to play with the new GPS. It was very cool. Not so cool was that Dad had set the waypoint 'roughly where he thought it was', and I had a rough auto cad paper map with directions from my Uncle's house. Needless to say being the navigator I was tasked with figuring out where the paper map matched up with the map on the GPS software. Fine.

Basically the highways all have numbers, but they've been moved so many times that the numbers 'appear' to the out-of-towner (me) to be all over the friggen place. So while I did manage to find the town of Thedford on both maps, highway #79 was in such a state that you could turn the paper map upside down and IT STILL LOOKED LIKE THE GPS MAP. Allah damnit! Eventually I figured it, luckily just in time as it turned out as I got the dreaded "Critical battery level" *shit shit shit*... quickly did the "okay we need to turn left onto highway #21 and left onto highway #79 and then we *should* be on the paper map" *fingers crossed*

We made it, everyone thought we were crazy... but in my defence my Uncle's map did not have a legend on it, but if it did North would have been pointing DOWN.

The next morning at an ungodly hour (my time) Dad woke me up to see if I would go running with my look-alike cousin. We decided that we don't actually look alike, we just have very similar mannerisms... it's amazing the things that are genetic ;o) So did a quick out of bed, out for a 20min jog and shook out the stiffness from the previous two days burst in activity. The cutest was my little cousin "Momma can we stop for Spiderman Ice cream please?". "No hunny it's first thing in the morning, maybe after your nap ".

The rest of the day was spent hanging with my cousins, meeting some long lost cousins from Windsor *lol*, and attending the rehersal dinner etc. and I had a blast, everyone was so cute and so much fun and it was just super wicked! One of my favourite quotes from that evening was "MOM! Why didn't you TELL me that Sam and I would get along so well!" To which her mom turned to me and said "Hey Sam, I think you'll get along *really* well with my daughter!" *smiles*.

We finished off the evening down the beach with a bonfire and a guitar and singing. My best description of my family is that 'what we lack in skill we make up for in volume'. At one point I commented on not being able to sing very well, and my cousin turned to me and said "Oh I wouldn't worry, I think it's genetic". Yes. Yes I think you must be right.

The day of the wedding started off with a HUGE walk down the beach. Knowing now what I do we could have skipped that walk. My one cousin and I ended up relocating cars to another parking area and walking back... including the car that had some of the boys' tuxes in them *oops*.

The ceremony was beautiful, the flower girl stole the show and the rain held off... and the wind was strangely absent. Now when I say the rain held off, I'd like to clarify that there was a light mist throughout that gave the day an ethereal kind of feel. The hushed atmosphere was punctuated occasionally by my littlest cousin cooing to himself followed by baby giggles, he was having a great time!

I think that the cutest though was little Em, throwing flowers at the start of the 'carpet' and then being done for the time being... then after the couple was pronounced husband and wife and just before they were about to walk out as newly weds... Em decided it was time to do her thing, and preceded them down the isle throwing petals and just looking like the cutest little angel.

We proceeded to dance the evening away, interrupted only by tables getting up to sing a song containing the word 'love' in it to prompt the newly weds to kiss. I think their plan to not have to kiss much backfired, as they didn't take into account that our side of the family, and obviously the other side had no problem getting up and making fools of ourselves... especially when if your song sucked you had to do tequila shots. We were all shocked though when they thought our song was really good? Lay all your love on me ~ ABBA from the recently released Mamma Mia

My mid evening funny was when my Aunt, the mother of the groom says to me "You look really ready to party!" and I replied "I am really ready to party", glanced at my watch... double checked it as my time and went "Of course I'm ready to party, it's only 7:00 my time!"

So my Dad who isn't usually much of a dancer, he's usually the guy who sits and watches amused by the rest of us making fools of ourselves got dragged onto the dance floor by one of the new relatives... Apparently her boyfriend thought Dad was trying to cut in, so Dad looked him in the eye and offered to "Deck him"... whoooo boy I almost died I was laughing so hard, poor kid Dad isn't very tall but as he said "he's solid and I don't imagine he expected an old fart like myself go on the offensive". The best part though, was Dad more or less didn't get off the dance floor after that, we danced solidly until 3am when the last bus left and the DJ shut down!

I was impressed with a self admittedly small town girl who copped a squat in the bush on the side of the driveway in her dress and pretty shoes. I mean if I were a guy that would be hot! No having to worry about taking this girl anywhere, she's versatile and adaptable to any situation.

After wishing everyone well we returned to the cottages (because they don't have cabins in London, they are cottages) there were a couple of us die-hards, who grabbed a couple beverages and sat around the campfire until the wee hours. Steph, Chris, my Dad and myself regaled each other with stories from other fun times. There really is nothing quite as magical as sitting around a campfire, there's just something special about it and the time that is shared with those around it.

The next morning sucked but we survived, it wasn't nearly as bad as it should have been, my biggest complaint being that my feet were a little tender. I think between my bare feet and the sand on the dance floor == sandpaper, I literally danced part of my footprints off!

I returned to Calgary tired, rejuvenated and partied out for the time being... hit up a local coffee shop with Mitts and then caught the Greyhound arriving at 11:40pm in 'Stoke. I slept the entire way, waking up briefly at each stop only long enough to check and make sure it wasn't my stop. The trip is so much faster when you do it that way! I was lucky to end up with an empty seat for the first few stops, only sharing with a seemingly nice girl later on... I really hope I didn't snore or drool on her, and that I didn't totally scare the crap out of her when I twitched involuntarily while falling asleep.

The next morning was an early one, and I was pleasantly surprised that being at work on Monday didn't totally kick my butt at 3 in the afternoon. Apparently sleeping does help with that ;o)

When people just click...

You know those people you've just met, or don't hang out with very often... but you find yourselves doing the same thing at the same time? usually followed by giggles... That's got to be one of the coolest things ever!

My Dad refers to people like this as "kindred spirits", and I think that's the perfect term for them. It is as if you grew up together even though you just met, like they're another part of you that got lost somehow and you only just found them.

With all the ball-shit that went on this weekend, the two new best friends that I met showed once again, it's more important who you're with than where you are... It's the people that make things worthwhile not the location contrary to Achmed's "location location location".

Thank goodness for text messaging ;o)

Listening to...

Rain on the roof... and relaxing more than any 'sound of the seashore' cd will ever make me relax.

w00t

This is a post from my gmail account... sweet!

Dirty girl

I'm sore, and stiff all over... it's a good sore though, that one that reminds you that you did something and that yes you are still alive, and no you didn't accidentally slip into a coma during that last office meeting.

My entire set of core muscles are sore no doubt in my mind caused by my bat swing. It even hurts to sneeze. But after a couple big hits this weekend and full-on head-first dive into third base, making me quite literally "the dirtiest girl on or off the field".



I found that point where I remember why I love playing ball... and I'm not sure how I ever forgot it, or let it get lost in the drama.

Ball is all about winning and losing as a team. It's about trying your best but knowing that someone is also there to back you up, or pick you up and finish what you didn't. In return you do the same thing, that's just how it works. Its also about sharing the awesomeness of a good play even when you didn't touch the ball. Its about sticking together for a little bit afterwards to celebrate your successes, highlights and TSN turning points or uuber analyze things so you can do it better next time. Its about working together to do something you can't do alone.

We are the Champions!

This last weekend we competed for the second time in the Paddle Against Cancer, which is put on by the local JC chapter (Junior Chamber International). Last year we competed for the first time with a team composed of people from work. During the practise we were told that we might win a race or two but not to get our hopes up too high because it's hard work racing...

Needless to say we blew everyone out of the water (almost literally), including a major upset of unseating a team that had held the cup for the last 8 years standing! So of course this year we had to put in a team to defend our title. The theme for the weekend was "Las Vegas" so we entered out team "Double or Nothing".

The races this year were awesome, the first team we raced was the team we had dethroned the year before and they were out for revenge, it was a close race and definitely got the adrenalin pumping but we managed to beat them again. *phew*

I'm sad that this is the last year that the JC's will be hosting this event, I really hope that another group is able to pick it up and continue the fun times and support for cancer research.

Battle of Epic Proportions

Must. Have. More. Coffee... Mmmmmmm coffeeeeeeee *blink* *blink* Sorry my coffee hasn't kicked in yet, this is my first legible sentence. Give it a few minutes...

OK here we go now...

Had a quick hotdog-dinner-of-champions followed by wicked-awesome inner tube fights! Its a lot harder than it looks! Especially when one of the scurvy bilge rats blind sides you Nyaaarrrr!

Headed out to Crystal Bay where my cousin is vacationing with her boyfriend's family and we caught up a bit, reminisced about funny family stories (I must remember to apologize to her boyfriend), and joked about crazy profs and midterms and all the horrible things that mark the day to day experiences of University. I miss it, without all the stress, and midterms, and papers, assignments and final exams and stuff.

As we were visiting, we saw a few flashes they started out similar to that of the flash on a camera... shortly however the hills were perfectly silhouetted from behind as if there were multiple explosions lighting up the sky.

We watched in awe as a huge battle raged silently across the night sky, seemingly between a legion of stars and the temperamental lightning. It was the most incredible storm I have seen in a long time. The amount of raw energy was phenomenal.

There were all different types of lightning, incredibly solid forks, to one that came half way down to earth and then changed its' mind and forked back up to another cloud, burning a U shaped bolt into my temporary memory.

There was sheet lightning and then there were sporadic bursts of sheet lightning as if each cloud was in charge of its own sheet. They would each light up in a quick succession of bursts that weren't quite synchronized giving the illusion of synapses firing in a giant over-sized brain. The huge temperature and humidity changes that accompanied the storm as it passed by were crazy!

The strangest thing of all though, was that we could see stars throughout the entire performance. It was beautiful sitting there, eating popcorn and enjoying the free show. I believe in quality time and quantity time... you don't have to be talking to visit, but all in all last night was pretty cool.

Under a blanket of stars

Last night I called my parents on my way home from paddle practise, we're gearing up for the paddle against cancer this weekend... and since I don't always have the best cell reception up at the trailer I pulled over on a nice mowed shoulder.

As I was sitting there, I looked up and Wow! "It was a beautiful night" doesn't quite capture the awe I felt sitting there looking up. It was as if all the stars had arrived for a grand ball. Rather than feeling incredibly small and insignificant, I felt like I was an honoured guest observing the proceedings from an intergalactic balcony.

I started out leaning against the hood which on "the Fit" is rather short, so you're kind of up against the wipers which just sucks... so I climbed up on the roof. Yes Dad I know I'm not supposed to sit on the roof or the hood, so I lay down and tried to spread my weight around and not dint things in with that "kachunk" popping noise.

While I was lying there, three different people stopped and made sure I was okay. I had no idea there was that much traffic on this road! From their perspective I'm sure it looked more than a little weird. I'm almost longer than the roof on my car, and lying there talking on my cell phone... well who does that, I mean really?!? ;o)

Biking with Bears?

I convinced myself to go for an hour and half long mountain bike ride last night. It was tough, there was a little sweat, a little cursing and a little hard work. But as I stopped and ate half a Mars bar... which as I write this I realize is probably melting in the back seat right now *ass*... in any case though as I sat and let the gentle breeze drift through my sweat matted hair, I took a moment to look at the beautiful view.

And just stopped for a moment. For that moment everything was peaceful, I could hear the low hum of bees, mosquitoes and flys but for the moment none of them were trying to eat me.

Slowly I caught my breath, and sucked back some water as my heart rate returned to that of a normal human being. That is as opposed to the overweight cardiac waiting to happen that some people achieve merely by walking up stairs.

I hopped back on my bike and made it oooh maybe 10' (and that's probably an exaggeration) before stopping dead just shy of a large green bear poop covered in flies. Now the thing is, it had just rained that night making the trail nice and cohesive... this poop had not been rained on. In fact I took off my bike glove, and held my naked hand just above it half expecting it to still be giving off heat. I mean it was practically STEAMING! Ok not quite but if this was a fish story it would TOTALLY be steaming!

In any case despite the huge hill I'd just pushed my bike up (yes I know you're supposed to ride your bike, but I'm a bit of a pansy when it comes to steep hills) I turned around and rode back down. The ride down was alright, a lot steeper on the other section of trail... and then of course I came across a dry patch of trail that had recently been rooted through *great* another bear sign.

I more or less crossed my fingers, double checked the case holding my bear spray, let out a few more *woooops* than usual and left my bear bell to warn the bear either of my location so he could avoid me or my location for dinner. Completely up to his discretion of course.

All in all the ride was good, didn't see any bear but there was definitely recent activity in the area. I would like to think that he knew I was there and decided to share rather than eat me. I know I wouldn't make a particularly good meal for him anyways... all chewy and stringy, I mean really ;o)

If laughter had a colour...

Laughter is a beautiful sound, if it had a colour it would glow like golden sunlight that lights up the whole room, even the corners it doesn't touch directly. Every heart that laughter touches it seems, lights up with the beauty from within, and every face is more beautiful when wearing a smile.

Listening to kids giggling so hard and so deep, that it sounds like it must be coming from their soul. There is something about that giggle... that deep belly laugh that makes it impossible not to crack a smile. Most of the time though I end up giggling with them even if I don't know what they are laughing about.

The thing with shared laughter though, well it really doesn't matter what you are laughing about... what matters is that you are laughing together.

Perfect mornings

Waking up to rain on the roof of the trailier, cool air on your face, a perfectly you-shaped warm spot in your bed, the weight of the covers and the knowledge that you still have 20min to lie there and listen...

Until you *really* have to get up and face the chill of the morning.

Impressions

It's interesting, that having a conversation would shed such light on a topic.

Although it would seem that is the only thing that ever does. We were talking about playing ball on multiple teams and how you start to recognize players, but don't necessarily know them, but that they start to know your name and who you are.

And it was pointed out that "Really though, you must have done something that made a big impression to stand out in their mind"... even though they do not stand out in yours.

From the bench

After I juggled a fly ball in outfield and then did a football catch pulling it into my body with both hands, then rolling over backwards and standing up with it...

"Way to make a routine catch look spectacular!"

It's not as bad as I thought...

This past weekend, was one of those slopitch weekends. Nothing too exciting other than getting stung in the ear by a wasp. Someone... and I'm naming any Steven's... swatted a wasp away from themselves. Right. into. my. ear.

Yeah that's right. I got stung in the ear. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, I mean I always remember it as being much worse. But it definitely smarted.

Granted the wasps have been on Defcon 2: "Further Increase in force readiness, but less than maximum readiness", most likely due to the smoke everywhere but this weekend they were incessant. Even when you didn't have any food.

I mean at one point I ran away and ate my subway in the car because there were two wasps that were on me like bull dogs on a roast beast. And get this, I got in the car, started to unwrap my sub and one of the little fuckers had crawled in between the wrapping! He wasn't quite into my sub yet so I slowly got out of the car.... and squished him, then pulled my sub out and ate it. So there.

Basically though, I've got a few minor scrapes and bruises and one giant red ear to show for the weekend.

Expand you horizons

Last night I 'learned' three guitar chords.

IT WAS AWESOME!!!

I'm not sure which song it was by Theory of a Deadman, but it was super cool *smiles*, the guy who was teaching me said that I play very cleanly which was kinda cool.

So adding to the list of things to buy... A 6 string guitar, preferably a cheap one that doesn't sound like crap.

PS the tip of my pointer finger is still numb.

The Wiki Obsession

For about the last year everyone and I mean EVERYONE at work has been obsessed with Wikis. Especially those who have no idea what a Wiki even is. Needless to say this has been a little frustrating... as every time we identify a problem, or something that could maybe be done in a better way someone says "Well what about a Wiki?"

All I want to respond to that is "Well? What about a Wiki?" It's like your car brakes aren't working properly and instead of just fixing the brakes you say "Well what about a spaceship?" Hmmmm. Yes, you could use a spaceship... OR you could just fix the damn brakes.

On the car note I got a new windshield the other day. Which is very exciting in my little world because two months after I got my new car, which is just over a year old... I got a ding in my windshield. That ding turned into an organically growing crack over the winter. Recently though it started to crack in the upward direction riiight in front of the driver. Awesome. Not. But the new windshield is much better, and I swear I will jump out and beat to death anyone who cuts me off and dings my windsheild. Especially if it's only a couple months old.

Come to think of it though, maybe I should have gotten a space ship.

Griffin Lake

Chucked Muddle One in on the side of the highway at Griffin lake this last weekend. I was surprised to find three blue herons amidst all the noise of people scurrying around on the long weekend. Snuck up on this guy and two of his buddies fishin' on the side of the highway. It still amazes me how close you can get in a canoe before they decide that you're almost close enough to eat them. I would like to get a better camera, so that you can see the water drops on them ;o)

Minding my own business...

Yesterday I got a phone call at lunch "Your rear drivers tire is flat" ... Crap. Can I come for lunch with you guys?

Well after work I totally forgot, drove down the hill, made it to the gas station and remembered... changed my mostly flat tire, got all hot, schweaty, and gross and got it up to the tire place to patch it. After hanging out with the nice neighbourly employees (they really were quite nice) I decided that I needed to go for a swim, despite the thunder and lightning warnings.

Fear not, this tale does not end with lightning, nor is there even any in it. Other than the previous warning about it ;o)

I do a lap through the mounting waves from the storm blowing up the valley around the swim area, and decide that I shouldn't dawdle as my core body temperature has been lowered to an acceptable level.

So there I am in my car sitting at a yield in a goofy triangular shaped intersection minding my own business when a large black blob seeming lands on my windshield... I passed it off as a chunk of ash from the Terrace Mountain fire... until it flew IN MY WINDOW!!! It was a medium size, mostly black, BUMBLEBEE!!! that if he were walking instead of flying would be waddling. He couldn't quite hover in one place and kept flying towards me!

So there I am, in a bikini top, with my right foot jammed on the brake, blowing at a bumblebee. Phhooooshh, phhhoooosshh, PPHHHHOOOOOSSHHHH!!! Now despite my efforts at not panicking and not blowing him into myself... HE LANDED ON MY BOOB!!! Now did I mention that all I am currently wearing is a BIKINI TOP!!!

(The extensive use of exclamation marks and caps is just how much the situation was stressing me out)

So there I am with a BEE ON MY BOOB, wearing nothing but a bikini top. And all I can think to whisper is "doooodde not my booooob" and to my horror I watched as he climbed down under my boob where I COULDN'T SEE HIM ANYMORE!!! The suspense is killing me, and I pray that nobody is behind me waiting for me to use the intersection because I *know* that if I get stung in the boob, I'm immediately going to stall my car, jump out and run around in circles like a dog chasing it's tail screaming like a little girl... and then I'm going to stop and swear like a trucker with tourettes.

Yes I am that person your mother warned you about. No you shouldn't take me home to meet your parents.

Without further ado however, as I'm fervently looking for any sign of "The Bee" I notice that he has somehow made it over to my seat back behind me! I lean forward as far as I can without having my boobs blow my horn... and he casually flies out the window as though his flower inspection is over and he found nothing of note in my little sparkly blue Honda.

~insert minor amounts of hyperventilation here~

Calmly I decrease the amount of pressure I'm using on the brake, double check that the car is in gear, check my rear view mirrors, and ease out into the intersection and back to driving home. Although my adrenalin is still high enough that I could outrun a Kenyan, I concentrate on slowing my breathing back to a normal rate, and not driving like I'm on speed. Because I'm sure if I got pulled over my pupils would be so dilated that the cop wouldn't believe that I wasn't on anything.

This episode of my life brought to you courtesy of the letter "Bee" and the word "Boob".

Save the whales?

It was an offhanded comment that was hilarious at the time...

"Do you think that there are dumb whales like there are dumb people? You know like all the other whales say 'Hey you're too close to the rocks' and the dumb whale's like 'Noooo I'm not look at me, oooh I'm swimming close to the rocks, ooohhh nooo...' and then 'Uhh guys?... Guys!? I'm stuck!!! HELP!' And all the other whales are like you dumbass we told you so!"

But then I was thinking about it, if there really are dumb whales like there are dumb people... we've mucked up more than just our gene pool. I mean how many whales have we 'saved'? I'm not talking about what Green Peace does vs the whale hunters... but really?!? Maybe we keep saving the dumb beached whale gene...

Dear God I need to be institutionalized

I ran out of pages of Lolcats... at 512!!!!

We're way past interventions and 12 step recovery books, might as well go straight to the pretty white jackets and all the nice men in white coats *giggle giggle* I'll even have my OWN ROOM!

Oooh look at the pretty padded wallpaper! *smiles*

*blink*

...

*blink*

Ok, I'm back.

Slight of tongue

"I never was one of Timmy's Ho's" ~ Commenting on never having worked at Tim Horton's

Daily definition

"Starbs Effect" - Defecating 5 minutes after your Starbucks.

I'll have a large double double please

Like heroine through an addicts veins something in my Timmy's coffee races through my synapses making the morning appear better than it did upon initial inspection.

For this I am grateful. Probably not as grateful as the people around me, but still sufficiently appreciative.

I hate monday

Stab me in the eye with a salad fork, I hate mondays that much...

Do you think I could at least leave to go to the hospital if I had a salad fork stuck in my eye?

Blah.

Keep that which is dear to you, close to your heart

There are few people who can make your soul smile simply by looking at you, and there are even fewer than can make it laugh and dance naked in the rain.

These are the people who should be kept in the sacred haven of your heart.

"That's what makes you that guy"

So last night I'm driving home, thinking how nice it will be to crawl into bed and crash... when I come around the corner, and realize that there is a small brush fire on the side of the road!

I stop. Flick my hazards on jump out and decide that it is larger than my trusty flip flops can stomp out safely. Now at this point in time something in my brain kicks into overdrive. There is a bit of a strong wind, and the fire is growing, and blowing towards a large field... I don't have my cell phone (the one time in 200,000) and I definitely don't have time to drive to the nearest phone and report it and that's when I remember that I carry a fire extinguisher in the trunk.


(That's my flip flop at a whopping size 10 for comparison)

Bless the man who gave me a fire extinguisher with my first car, affectionately known as Bessie (the Multi) and now referred to as "The Multi didn't make it". The idea was that if my '87 Multi caught on fire I would have it. Yes Dad, that's you I'm talking about. I don't know how many times that thing got tossed from one side of the trunk to the other, and then made the transfer into the new Fit. But I've been lugging that thing around for darn near 6 years now... and I have to say, I'm recommending that everyone I know carry one, they're relatively small, light... and can be a lifesaver cause when those things come in handy they are TOTALLY worth their weight in gold!

Needless to say it was more than a little scary thinking about what *could* have happened if I hadn't driven by when I did. With the massive evacuations due to the fires in Kelowna it was a sharp reminder of how quickly something like that can get out of control.

Aroo?

Why does the clothes dryer ALWAYS take longer than the washing machine?!?!

I mean really, doesn't everybody do more than one load at a time... why can't they at least be synchronized so I can come in when they are BOTH done and flip it and get the next load in, rather than waaaaiiiit for the looooooonnnnnggeerrr one?

Honestly even if you made the washing machine take longer, it wouldn't bother me if they both finished at the SAME TIME.

Driving to work in the wee hours from 'Stoke

The mist rising off the streams and lakes during that twilight-before-sunrise-in-the-valley-hour, and the colour of a mountain top glowing as though freshly kissed by the early morning sun.

I can haz cheeseburger...

Pages and pages of Lol cats.

'nuff said.

Plants vs Zombies is turning me into a Zombie!!!!

This game is so beyond addictive I think I will write the 12 step recovery book for it... if I can discover the steps, and not get distracted playing the game.

I spent I don't even know how many hours last night playing, I beat the boss and saw the music video and then I started in on the mini games and puzzles. I can't get over how much there is to do, and that although it is all similar there is enough variation to not just keep it interesting but absolutely riveting.

Roofing - sundeck style

Those sheets of plastic corrugated roofing are just a little bit wider than a comfortable reach for me, depending on the roof support I'm sitting on.

You shouldn't try to catch them in your teeth, I have a bump on my forehead to prove it.

If you're working on a wartime style house and nothing is square... get longer screws and just go through the roofing material *and* the structural support for them, so you don't have to worry about everything lining up, you can line up the plastic and tap everything else into place ;o)

Note to self

Self: Next time you go mountain biking by yourself you should take some noms... and maybe a gps. You do not have the directional intelligence of a homing pigeon as much as you would like to think that you do. You also do not have a photographic memory of the ride you did two years ago, that would help you choose the correct trails.

Technical biking socks rock especially when you get your feet wet by falling into a stream.

Two bottles of bear spray may be a bit of an overkill.

Get more technical biking socks.

Mind your P's and Q's

I'd just like to say that the person at the table who points out everyone's "bad manners" in the haughty "my shit doesn't stink" attitude...

Is being incredibly rude.

It makes me want to sit there and chew with my mouth open and both elbows on the table while I eat my chicken with my fingers... drink with food in my mouth and then belch, wipe my mouth on my sleeve and then cock a fart in their direction. Then lick the knife I didn't use just for good measure.

So there.

Seriously

"Our hard-drives are like a digital record of our lives." AJ

Seriously though, think about it every game you've played... jokes, videos, emails, and movies things you hang on to just because.

It's all there, when you have lots of room you just hang onto it, and when you run out you just go buy more because that's easier than sorting through it all.

Wednesday AM

The brim of my hat feels heavy... why does it feel like a Monday? It really sucks my ass that it feels like Monday, the only bright side is that it isn't actually Monday so I'm a lot closer to the weekend than I would be if it were actually Monday.

Stopping rambling.

On talking to random new best text friends

"I'm the good time you never knew you had."

~Kim

WTF Telus!!!

I just got a text message that was quite obviously from K w/a K... except it was from a 403 area code instead of 250... and was along the lines of going boating on this beautiful day that is predicted to hit 33! So I responded...

me: "Haha awesome!"

(403): "who is this"

me: "Sam"

(403): "I don't know you"

me: "Do you know K w/a K?"

(403): "Nope"

me: "Weird your number showed up instead me my friends sorry about that lol"

(403): "Its fine telus is messing up the texts"



Telus: "All your text are belong to us"

Time...

I've filled my time up with a million other things to do... not cause I don't want to do stuff with you, but to distract me from not doing stuff with you...