Yesterday it began to snow. It is still snowing. Yesterday was a very good day for it to snow because it was also the day that we set up our Christmas tree. By "we" I mean John-Mark and I, because my Mom went over to my Aunt's and spent the night, leaving us to do it all alone (She relinquished control over the Christmas decorating... can you believe it!?) Anyways, after a lot of box-hauling, battery installing, and a trip to Superstore, we got everything all Christmasy. I think the best part about decorating is when it gets dark outside, and you turn out all the lights and just enjoy the glow of the tree. So, with the snow, it was extra-nice.
I was supposed to work at the restaraunt tonight, (they were teaching me to close), but my boss called me and told me he was closing early and that I didnt have to come. So, I had a free evening, which I spent doing.... not much. But, that is ok.
I had a really good weekend.... I feel very satisfied with it. I will close with the fact that there are only 29 sleeps until Christmas day. I was also going to provide a picture of our beeeautiful Christmas tree, but my Mom's computer is acting really funny, and wont read my memory card.... Gregory is at John-Mark's, so this post will remain pictureless.
Goodnight everybody!
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
I need a car...
So I was on my way home from scrubbing toilets at the church today, when I got stuck in a torrential downpour. I am not even kidding. When I got home (after a 30 minute walk) my jeans had two dry spots: underneath my belt, and a small patch under my right butt pocket. The water was flowing down the street, and up on to the sidewalk, forcing me to walk in huge sidewalk puddles and to develop a couple puddles of my own inside my shoes. Lovely.
I kind of felt like I should have been hauling canoes up a steep, muddy embankment-turned-creek somewhere along the Red Deer River. I was wet enough. And had I not been moving, I would have been cold enough. I was, however, nowhere near obnoxious enough, thank goodness. (It did occur to me that singing every verse of I Just want to be a Sheep, 100 bottles of rootbeer, and Found a Peanut known to man at the top of my lungs might make the time go by faster, but I used my better judgement and avoided a repeat offense on that one) I made it home soaked, but now I am warm and cozy in my sweatpants.
This post is dedicated to my obnoxious singing buddy, Patti, the fire-building Rust girls of 2005, and to everyone who has ever almost died of hypothermia while canoeing.
I kind of felt like I should have been hauling canoes up a steep, muddy embankment-turned-creek somewhere along the Red Deer River. I was wet enough. And had I not been moving, I would have been cold enough. I was, however, nowhere near obnoxious enough, thank goodness. (It did occur to me that singing every verse of I Just want to be a Sheep, 100 bottles of rootbeer, and Found a Peanut known to man at the top of my lungs might make the time go by faster, but I used my better judgement and avoided a repeat offense on that one) I made it home soaked, but now I am warm and cozy in my sweatpants.
This post is dedicated to my obnoxious singing buddy, Patti, the fire-building Rust girls of 2005, and to everyone who has ever almost died of hypothermia while canoeing.
Friday, November 10, 2006
A Smashing Good Time
I would like to share with you something that I witnessed this evening while enjoying a coffee at Grab-a-Java with my wonderful and stunningly attractive boyfriend, John-Mark. (Please note that I am not the sole author of this post.) (Though I completely agree with the aforementioned statement)
ANYWAYS....
So, there we were, minding our own business, when 2 teenage girls entered the shop. They did not want any coffee, they only wanted to use the washroom. After the barista explained numerous times that the bathroom key was attached to the teapot on the counter, ("the key is on the teapot... the teapot... on the counter.. the teapot!") they managed to locate the key and head towards the bathroom. On her way, one girl dropped a bottle of vodka out of her purse which crashed to the floor and sent a sickengly strong smell throughout the shop. Upon doing this, she was promptly asked to leave the store and "go find some bushes to pee in". This is when the humour really began. The first suggestion as to how it should be cleaned up was to "try and light it on fire". This was quickly rejected for fear of "burning the whole place down and having to explain it to my boss". So, out came the mop. On the bright side, "at least we will have a nice, sterilized mop!". Then, one of the girls mused, "Oh... she was drunk. I thought she was just high... go get drunk at home like most teen girls... instead of standing in front of Mac's like prostitutes!". We couldn't help but laugh at our two very funny baristas, who had very good attitudes about the situation.
On a side note, we read a whole bunch of funny comics in the newspaper. Here is a selection of the best ones.
ANYWAYS....
So, there we were, minding our own business, when 2 teenage girls entered the shop. They did not want any coffee, they only wanted to use the washroom. After the barista explained numerous times that the bathroom key was attached to the teapot on the counter, ("the key is on the teapot... the teapot... on the counter.. the teapot!") they managed to locate the key and head towards the bathroom. On her way, one girl dropped a bottle of vodka out of her purse which crashed to the floor and sent a sickengly strong smell throughout the shop. Upon doing this, she was promptly asked to leave the store and "go find some bushes to pee in". This is when the humour really began. The first suggestion as to how it should be cleaned up was to "try and light it on fire". This was quickly rejected for fear of "burning the whole place down and having to explain it to my boss". So, out came the mop. On the bright side, "at least we will have a nice, sterilized mop!". Then, one of the girls mused, "Oh... she was drunk. I thought she was just high... go get drunk at home like most teen girls... instead of standing in front of Mac's like prostitutes!". We couldn't help but laugh at our two very funny baristas, who had very good attitudes about the situation.
On a side note, we read a whole bunch of funny comics in the newspaper. Here is a selection of the best ones.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Rant-Free?
Today, I experienced a lot of things that are rant-worthy, but I am not going to talk about these issues. There will be another day for speaking about people who turn left at intersections and almost hit me (this has happened 5 times since camp ended, by the way). I will also leave out the part where when you go shopping for something specific, you will never, NEVER find ANYTHING remotely close to what you want. Lastly, I will leave out the part where I bought new ink for my printer just to findo out that since I used it last (6 monthes and a greyhound trip ago), it has gone bizerk and will only print funny numbers and boxes. Achem. SO... no ranting today.
Anyways, I would like to tell a rather amusing story. I was in the mall this afternoon, (yes, looking for something specific.. specifically something pretty to wear to Kortneys wedding) and I passed a kiosk selling hair straighteners. This is a recount of the exchange between myself and the girl working there. (Her words are in pink cause she spoke in the valley-girliest voice I have ever heard in real life. My words are green because... well... there really is no need for an explanation, I dont think.) ANYWAYS, heres how it went.
Oh my gosh! Can I ask you a question!!??
Uh... sure.
OK, do you have a straightening iron at home!!??
Uh... yeah.
Oh my gosh! Can I show you mine!!?? I can straighten your hair for you!
No thanks, not today.
OK! Byeeyee!!
Maybe you had to be there to really get the irony here, because she offered to straighten my hair, when my hair was obviously already straight. Granted, I did it myself, but I think I really did a good job this time. I had to laugh a little, partly cause of all the "Oh my gosh"es, and partly because she mustn't have been paying much attention to whose hair she was offering to straighten. Also, Sam told me that that happens to her a lot, which which makes it funny, especially since Sam has super straight hair all the time. Except for the one time I crimped it... HA!
Anyways, I would like to tell a rather amusing story. I was in the mall this afternoon, (yes, looking for something specific.. specifically something pretty to wear to Kortneys wedding) and I passed a kiosk selling hair straighteners. This is a recount of the exchange between myself and the girl working there. (Her words are in pink cause she spoke in the valley-girliest voice I have ever heard in real life. My words are green because... well... there really is no need for an explanation, I dont think.) ANYWAYS, heres how it went.
Oh my gosh! Can I ask you a question!!??
Uh... sure.
OK, do you have a straightening iron at home!!??
Uh... yeah.
Oh my gosh! Can I show you mine!!?? I can straighten your hair for you!
No thanks, not today.
OK! Byeeyee!!
Maybe you had to be there to really get the irony here, because she offered to straighten my hair, when my hair was obviously already straight. Granted, I did it myself, but I think I really did a good job this time. I had to laugh a little, partly cause of all the "Oh my gosh"es, and partly because she mustn't have been paying much attention to whose hair she was offering to straighten. Also, Sam told me that that happens to her a lot, which which makes it funny, especially since Sam has super straight hair all the time. Except for the one time I crimped it... HA!
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