Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Me gusta Mexico. Mucho.

The perfect vacation. It really was. I enjoyed myself so much. I haven't actually been anywhere tropical while it was cold and snowy back home before. It makes it harder to come home though. But I thought I'd tell you a bit about it in pictures. Maybe a few more stories some other time.

Warning: I am horrible at taking pictures (you kind of lose the hang of it after five years of not having a camera) so I don't have much to work with. Plus I'm not sure if I want to show people's faces - what's blogging etiquette on that? Anyway, here is my holiday in pictures.

The all-inclusive bracelet that is both stylish and functional. R (the bride) and I so cut ours off for the wedding. Guess we should have asked first though - it's kind of a process to get a new one. See my freckles!? They come out to play in the sun.

So the resort was beautiful. Lots of bright colours and so near the ocean. And everyone you meet, practically, is from Canada. I loved the friendly staff - they all called me and R chaquita. We didn't really care what it meant - it sounded good.

This was our pool. Our meeting place. The resort had 6 "blocks" and ours was the third. The ocean was about 30 feet to the left. The hut thing in the corner, that's the bar. I was partial to the pineapple juice myself.

I did play some beach volleyball. It took me a bit to get over the face that not only am I self concious about playing sports, now I am playing them in a bathing suit. But it was good times.

I did some dancing. See me cutting in? I had to dance with statues you see, because they played almost no salsa music back at the resort. I did dance one night with a staff guy though. He spun me like I've never been spun before.

And I hung out under a weird statue. This was the day a couple of us went into Puerto Vallarta for church. Our taxi got stopped for speeding on that trip. And we experienced the Mexican bus system on the way home. There was a man with a little radio singing at the top of his lungs in Spanish when we got on. It was so cool.

The main event was of course the wedding. It was pretty much the most beautiful beach wedding ever.

Almost brought tears to my eyes. R was so beautiful.

This was our group. On the beach. In Mexico. On December 4. Too cool.

I'll leave you with a couple more. I wish I had all the ones of the scuba diving and beach laying and fancy dininng-ing. How sad that I don't have the pictures of the humpback whales a mere ten feet from our boat. Or the dolphins racing beside us in the water. But I do not. So here is one of my feet instead.

I got a pedicure the day of the wedding as the ladies all lounged at the spa. I also got a massage on the beach at sunset the last night. But no pictures of that.


And here is me and my friends on the last night. I'm in the skirt and second from the left.








I love Mexico.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Sad to be back.

I loved Mexico. Will one of you please get married there again soon and invite me so I can go back? Please?

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

back in the saddle again

I did a survey today at the building that just about broke me. When I first started working for my job, I went out and did a survey on a building. I was way undertrained and made lots of mistakes. I was ready to quit and I think they were ready to fire me. It sucked.

Two and a half years later, I had to get back on the proverbial horse and re-survey the building. I've been dreading going back into that building for the past 4 months. But it's done. And it went okay. And I don't think I did that bad a job the first time for the experience I had - it was a very difficult survey. I have never popped so many ceiling tiles in a day in my life. My arms were having trouble replacing them by the end. I sort of wish I could have had a camera taping me because it likely would have been hilarious.

Anyway, tomorrow I get to go up in my first scissor lift. They dropped it off tody, does it ever look funny sitting in a fancy business building.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

water meter fun

The city phoned and wanted to know when they could come over and switch out our water meter. The water meter is in the basement. My sister has a kitty named Walter. My sister lives in my basement.

Setting complete.

A few days ago I took an early lunch to come home and meet a water meter guy at my house as had been prearranged. I introduced myself and opened the house. He, armed with his water meter stuff, followed me down to my sister's suite. As I opened the door I, in a singsong voice, started calling "Waaalter. Here Walter." I was going to leave water meter guy to do his thing while I ate lunch so, thinking maybe I should find out his name before leaving him alone in my basement, I turned and asked his name. He kind of smirked and said, "Actually, it's Walter." I thought he was joking. "Usually people call me Wally," he added.

Can you imagine what this poor man must have thought when I opened the door and started singing, "Waalter. Waalter. Come here Walter." Right.

But at least now I have a thingy set up so they can read the meter from outside which = no more water meter Walters in my house. Just kitty.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

I have a hobby

I always hate the sections of applications and surveys and conversations where it says
hobbies:

I never have anything to write. I've never really had a hobby per se. There are lots of things that I like to do, but they have always fallen under a different category like extracurricular activities, clubs or volunteer work. But finally, I have a hobby. There is no other heading which it could really fall under.

My new hobby is wall climbing. I've been going at least once a week for the last 6 weeks. I'm five climbs away from my self set goal that will allow me to purchase my own shoes. Another fifteen and I'll buy a harness. It might be awile before I get into ropes and stuff. But I'm so excited to have a hobby. The only problem now is keeping my different friends interested enough so that they keep going with me.

Today I did 2 new walls that I haven't attempted thus far. It felt great. I love having a hobby.

Friday, November 24, 2006

muy caliente you bed of sun, you

Ah Mexico, so soon I can almost feel a sunburn on my nose. Oh wait, maybe that's from the tanning bed (I'm trying to get a base tan so as to avoid the lobster look in the wedding photos. The lobster look is so last year). Anyway, I decided to get a Hepatitis A/B shot before I left. Which meant I needed a doctor's appointment. Which meant I needed a doctor. I've never really had a family doctor. When I was young we used whichever doctor lived in my small town but it changed throughout my life. So this week I found myself a doctor accepting patients. I made the appointment and met her today. She's about a year older than me. A medical doctor. My new medical doctor. My age. Crazy. Anyway, now I'm told I may feel flu-ish for a couple days so I figured I'd post before that hit so I don't wine about it.

Hah, whom I kidding. I'll totally wine about it.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

First thoughts of Christmas!

Christmas list in the works:
My roomate is leaving me probably. I sad. So now I need a few things. So I decided to add them to my already started Christmas list.

- Cordless phone with caller display
- Lazer thingy that my dad and grandpa have to help me park my car as far back as possible without getting it squished by the garage door
- Digital camera
- Adapter thingy for my iPod so I can plug it into the special spot in my car that is made for such things. I love my new car.
- Charger thing for my iPod so I don't have to take my laptop on long trips
- Knee length terry cloth robe
- Lots of socks
- Yoga mat
- Stainless steel garbage can with a foot press opener
- Lint remover
- Wavy flatware set from Peir 1
- And I can't forget a hippopotomus

Goodnight

Monday, November 20, 2006

My guest star appearance on Melrose Place

I am going to Mexico in less than 2 weeks. I was ridiculously excited about it. When I paid my deposit and planned to go, it was supposed to be a fun relaxing time with the bride, groom and their parents plus one other girl my ageish. Sounded awesome. Practically a girls' trip. I was planning to take a tennis lesson everyday, figure out what a catamaran is (they are included in the all-inclusive-ness after all), get my hair done at the fancy salon, play some beach volleyball, fall in love with a cute resort worker and maybe even go out dancing one night with the bride-to-be and the other girl. Not that I still can't do all of those things, but within the past week I found out that an old friend of the bride's decided to come along which is cool - but definately changes the boy to girl ratio. Then I found out that the bride's brother, whom I used to sort of be seeing, decided to come along last minute. Certainly understandable and also cool - I was really excited even to hear it; he's her brother for goodness sake. Then this morning I found out that my most recent ex-boyfriend is trying to make the trip as well. Just great. I've always wanted to go on a beautiful romantic holiday with basically what amounts to 2 ex boyfriends. Can't wait. The thing is, I totally adore both of these guys and want them to still be in my life. But why couldn't it be somewhere not on my very much anticipated vacation? This is seriously going to damper my ability to fall in love with my tennis instructor.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

oh sweetness to the extreme

So thank you hotel in previous town for being full tonight because the roads weren't bad at all (I hit the highway soon enough in the day that everything is wet instead of frozen - glad I'm not driving tonight though) and the hotel I am in now is beautiful. Oh my gosh. I've stayed here in the normal rooms before but tonight I reserved a business suite. The couch in the "living area" is huge and comfy, the tv big with lots of channels, the bathroom clean and fresh, and the fridge quite nice actually. Probably the nicest hotel fridge I've ever had. Then you open the pretty glass door to enter the "bedroom area" and I have 2 gynormous beds (too bad I'm all alonesome) and another tv. My view is of the courtyard which is covered in snow, but still. And I'm such a dork that this makes me excited but there is even a separate entrance into the bedroom. So if I did have other people here and they were sleeping on the couch, I could enter through the bedroom entrance and they wouldn't be disturbed. Cool huh? Kinda pointless for just me, but still. Not to mention the fitness room. I might take up boxing tonight because there is one of the bag thingys that you punch. And a skipping area. And a bike, treadmill AND cross trainer machine. Plus free weights. It's pretty much as good as my gym in Saskatoon. I am going to try all the machines in it I think. After I teach myself to box of course.

But first I need to get some reports written and other work done. The big question is, which room do I do it in? They each have a desk. Since I have 2 reports, maybe I will do one in the bedroom and one in the living room.

Don't you wish you were as excited about such meaningless little things as me? If you are, you are my favourite.

Oh, and what a stupid phrase "not to mention" is. You say it just before you mention something. That doesn't make any sense.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

slip 'n slide

I'm in central/northeastern Saskatchewan. They (the weather network people) told me before I left on Monday that there would only be a light snow this week. My faithful weather friends lied to me. There was lots of snow. It was a scary 5.5 hour drive to Kamsack (it should have taken just over 4). Then this morning from Kamsack to Canora, it was pure ice. Even the big full-of-confidence-in-themselves-and-their-trucks truckers were going slow. I was sliding all around on the road. If there weren't so many deep ditches and road signs that could wreck my pretty new car, it might have been almost fun. But I just kept going nice and super slow. The roads were better this evening thankfully.

Usually on my survey trips (which is what I'm currently on), I do lots of surveying with short drives (they are totally the best part) between - but this trip there is lots of driving everyday. I am sad to say that it's made me grumpy. I just about snapped at the hotel lady when she said they are full tomorrow and I can't book a second night. Which is retarded - it's not her fault that I'm in the middle of the storm watch area (for snow, rain and freezig rain - light snow my bum) and that tons of other people booked tomorrow night before me. But thankfully I didn't snap. And we ended up laughing about something (that I won't explain because you totally had to be there) before I came up to my room. So that's good. But I still feel grumpy. I don't want to take 3 hours to get to Prince Albert tomorrow because I have to go like 20 the whole way. Actually, if I have to go 20 it would take more like 4.5 hours becuase I think I'm 90 clicks away. But I digress. I guess if the roads are really really bad I will just have to beg one of the roadside places to take me - there are 3 here. 2 are kind of sketchy. But I have my sleeping bag so I should be okay.

You know, last time I was in this town for a job, there was a huge snowstorm and I was stuck here. Methinks I see a pattern...

Anyway, I'm going to take advantage of the one night I do have in a nice hotel with a fitness room and pool. The pool is undergoing maintenance (of course) so it's closed, but the treadmill should be good to go.

Later.

Monday, November 13, 2006

oh yeah

I got my new glasses. I'm over my sadness of losing the old ones. The new ones are kind of cat-ish. Ky says they are semi - sexy librarian which I can totally handle. I got compliments on them all weekend. So I like them. Goodbye old cool blue glasses - hello new hopefully attractive ones.

This weekend, I was in Love.

That's right. I love being in Love. I just wish I could be there more often. And, although I have no complaints about being in Love with my friend Ang (the first person I have ever been in Love with), I'd like to be in Love with lots of people.

There is a town in Saskatchewan called Love. It's a cute little town, but I would drive myself crazy if I lived there. If you ever go there, you will understand what I mean. It is literally impossible to keep yourself from punning. You will find yourself saying, "wasn't it great, being in Love?" and "I wish I was still in Love." Trust me, the list goes on and on. To the point of self annoyance. But it cannot be helped. My friend Ang and I stopped by the village on our way home from our weekend quiz meet. There are hearts everywhere. And all of the streets have alternate names. For instance, 2nd Street is also True Love Drive. Railway Avenue is also Cupid's Way. It's fun, but definately cheesy. I'd drive myself crazy there so it really is a good thing that I'm not often in Love.

See.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

you know you are in saskatchewan when...

I had a survey in Regina this week. It was an important one with a huge time constraint. I had to get there. Of course since I live in Saskatchewan, there was a blizzard in my city. Well, maybe not a blizzard, but enough snow that I didn't want to drive my new car on the highway. 5-7 hours (round trip depending on the iciness of the road) of stress was not how I wanted to spend my day. So I tried to get a flight. The options were:
1. a small airline that only flies between Saskatoon and Regina; and
2. Air Canada. The Air Canada flight wasn't a direct flight. I actually would have had to fly to Vancouver first. Yeah, look at a map if you don't know how far that is.

So anyways, the small airline, which was much cheaper, was sold out of the 7 am flight so I grumpily took the last seat on the noon flight and tried to be super prepared since I was going to have half the time to do my assessment. Well it's a good thing that first flight was full. Because it ended up being cancelled and there wouldn't have been anymore seats on the noon flight and i'd have been SOL. But now I must tell you why it was cancelled because it makes me laugh.

They actually loaded up the little jetstream plane and everybody got on board. The plane taxied out onto the runway so they could de-ice the wings (a common occurance at many Canadian airports - except probably not Vancouver or Victoria). When they tried to take off they couldn't. Why you ask? Because they were frozen to the runway. Hah! They had to get towed back to the hanger and flight = cancelled. Shannon = happy she didn't call soon enough to get on the early flight.

I'm sure Saskatchewan isn't the only place in the world where planes get stuck to concrete, but I've seriously never heard of that happening before.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

the frighteners - and i'm not talking about raven

a friend of mine has, over the past couple months, made friday nights at his pad the place to be. after wall climbing with some friends, we headed over for the rest of the evening. the decided event of the week was a movie. it took about 2000 minutes for us to decide but finally 1996's "the frighteners" was chosen. after i got over the fact that michael j. fox was a potty mouth i decided that the movie was really... well... terrible. so bad. but it was fun to watch with my friends. especially since ky got all creeped out and could barely go to the washroom by herself in her fear. now ky and i have a history of being scared by movies together. and the sure fire way to get over it, is to watch some teenageish type movie together. so that was the plan.

we arrived home and had to decide what to pop into the dvd player. i knew what ky secretly wanted to watch. see, she has this deep abiding love for raven symone (who now apparently goes only by only "raven"). but she won't admit it. in fact, there is a good chance she will deny it - on this blog even. i understand that it is probably a little bit embarrassing to adore raven, but i think ky should know by now that her friends accept her for who she is and won't hold it against her. anyway, good friend that i am, i suggested that we watch "cheetah girls" so that ky could have her fill of raven without having to put herslef out there and ask. i actually bought the movie for her at christmas and she says that she's never watched it yet, but i caught her mouthing some of the words of the songs so "sure ky. you haven't seen it." anyway, it definately calmed us down from being scared of the frighteners. although to be honest, i am little scared for the future generation of girls. scary. anyway, i bet ky had nice cheetalicious dreams all night!

hah, i'm so getting a punch in the throat for this post. tee hee.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

My glasses that I loved broke. Still under warranty so I went to pick up the new pair today. They are no longer making them. So boo, I have to get new frames. And my fashion eyewear consultant is in Red Deer. So I've picked a pair with the help of his sister. But without his input, I have no idea if they are suitable.

On another note, the metal is gone. I'm surprised how much more spacious it feels in my mouth though. My tongue doesn't know what to do with all the room in there. I'm excited to floss tonight. I think I'm getting over the sadness I felt last night very quickly indeed.

comfort metal

I am kind of sad tonight. Let me explain why. When I was in grade seven, I had my braces removed. To keep my bottom teeth from shifting, I recieved a wire along the bottom of my mouth behind my teeth. It's never bothered me. It is a bit of extra effort to floss, but that's about it. They didn't want to remove it until I had my wisdom teeth out and since it never bothered me, I wasn't in a rush. When I got my wisdom teeth removed, I still wasn't in a rush. But this weekend, it broke and has been cutting up the side of my mouth and my tongue. Thank goodness for orthodontic wax. $2.50 was all it cost me for complete relief. Anyway. The dentist's office was closed all weekend and yesterday so today I called and made an appointment. As I suspected, they are going to remove this wire. Strangely I am nervous to have something that has been a part of me for 12 years taken away. Not to mention that I'm not thrilled to have a SECOND retainer that I'll have to wear. Real sexy huh.

Anyway, it will all be done in less then 24 hours. Just like that. I feel somewhatt ungrateful to this little piece of metal that has aided in creating the smile I have today. But then again, it is just a piece of wire. Why should I care?

Weird. It must be all those pickles I ate last night wreaking havoc with my emotions.

Night.

Monday, October 30, 2006

gross

You seriously do not want to know how many dill pickles I just ate. A strange comfort food, I know. Now I'm going to have weird dreams.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

cowabunga dudes

Just got back today from a loop of survey work. Spent last night in Regina with my good friend Kristen. Ah Halloween. I got hugged by a ninja turtle.

Tonight I went to a "Clean and Dirty" party. I dressed up like a dust bunny. I'd say there were about even numbers of dirty vs clean. There were toothbrushes and 50's house wives for the clean side, bed bugs and dressers ("one night stands") for the dirty side and catholic school girls and a half nun half prostitute for the both clean and dirty side. Fun.

And, ah, so if you end up in Moosomin one day and you see a sign on a motel that says "newly renovated rooms", don't you dare think that means the rooms are nice. Let's just say I'm glad I didn't see them before they were "renovated." That was one the nights I brought my sleeping bag in.

Happy Halloween.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

The trade-in: A car buyer's guide

I bought a new car! It's the one I wanted a year and a half ago. It's the colour I wanted a year and a half ago. The only thing was, a year and a half ago I couldn't afford it. Some aggressive saving, lots of mileage money from business trips, and two raises later, I'm sitting pretty.

So what follows is Shannon's guide to getting a good deal on your trade-in when buying a new car. Please note that if you are a car guy or gal who knows exactly why having dual exhaust is a good thing and doesn't have to fake a smile when someone tells you how much horsepower the engine has, this post isn't important to you. Because you can probably get a way better deal than I ever will. If you are, however, a person who couldn't care less about 16 vs 15 inch alloy wheels and really mostly cares about the colour of the car and what the cupholders are like, then this post is for you my friend.

1. The first trick is that you must have a car to trade in. This step is mandatory to the trade-in process.

2. Decide how much you want for your car. Be confident in what it's worth. If you start low then you won't be offended by their first offer. You need to feel offended so you can get fiesty and fight for more cash.

3. Find out how much that car is worth according to something called the "Black Book" (go to a dealer's web page and most of them somewhere have a section where you can appraise your vehicle - I can't find one that will let me link). You need to know about this black book. All the dealers will tell you that your car might be worth toward the high end of the range the black book gives. They may even tell you that at best it's worth $200 less than the high value from the black book with some excuse about how the black book on the internet uses higher values because it's a free service but that they pay for theirs and so it shows more accurate values. THIS IS CRAP. If your car is in good shape, you can get more than the high value. I promise.

4. Decide on what you want versus the absolute lowest you'll take. Once this is decided you have to stick to it. You have to be strong. They will sense any weakness. Seriously, if they offer you $100 less than what you want, you can't take it. If no one will give you what you want, you can always come back later. Remember though that you can probably take a bit less than what you want - they will subtract the trade-in from the price of the car and then calculate taxes. So if you want ten grand, you can accept $9 and be saving enough in taxes to make it like you got $10,300 or something.

5. Have two or three cars in mind. Test drive them all. Have your trade-in appraised by 2 or 3 of the dealarships if they'll do it.

6. Pick one and go for it. Name your price.

7. This is the most important tip I will give you. Be willing to walk out of the dealership if you do not get your price. The only way you have any power is if you are okay with leaving without the car.

8. If you are a girl and you get "Josh the car salesman" (or any other guy), smile a lot and stuff. Not because you will get a better deal if you flirt, but because the Josh salesman is more likely to treat you like a silly girl who doesn't know much about cars. This will (or if it doesn't, it should) make you mad enough so you won't fall for the guilt trip when he starts using it.

9. Don't fall for the guilt trip. Don't feel that because he's spent all this time with you and has "taken a cut in his commission to get you a better deal" that you owe him anything. This step may be harder than it sounds if you haven't bought a car before. These guys are slick, even suave sometimes. Or think they are anyway.

10. He is not trying to get you the best deal because he "can tell you are a sweet girl". You may be a sweet girl, but it's a bunch of crap that that's why he's selling you the car. He wants to make money. That's his job.

11. When he looks at you incredulously because you won't take the fourth "absolute best we can offer" offer he's made, thank him for his time but remind him that you already agreed on a lowest price and you won't take less then that. Then shake his hand, smile, and walk out of there.

12. Be gracious when Jeff "the sales manager" follows you out of the store and says "Do you really think you'll get more than that for your car in a private sale? We really are making you a very good offer you know." Assert that yes you do think you can, but if you don't, then you are okay keeping the car you have. There's nothing all that wrong with it, you just were dreaming a bit about trading up. You've not only complimented his product and shown there's nothing wrong with your car, you've indicated that you really are going to drive away from here unless they give you that extra $500 you are asking for. (By the way, if the sales manager comes running out of the dealership after you, you've got him).

13. When he says, "What's the absolute lowest you'll take?" Say the same dang number you've been saying all evening. At this point, they might get it through their head.

14. Smile a lot and shake their hands when they come in and say you've got your deal. If you are nice, they might take extra good care when detailing your car.

If you follow these steps, you too may have an electric blue mica Mazda 3 with a sunroof just like me.

Zoom Zoom

Thursday, October 19, 2006

to buy or not to buy?

I might buy a new car tomorrow. Then again, I might not. But if they will give me what I want for a trade in, they are going to have themselves a deal. A new house, a new laptop, a new position at my job. Let's add a new car. I mean, I'd rather have a new husband, but if that's not going to happen for awhile, I shall content myself with a beautiful new car. Especially since I spend more time in it then my house these days.

Oh, and I still absolutely love my yoga class. I wasn't the star this week that I was last time, but yoga's not about your ego anyway. You most likely won't remember me explaining how I avoided this particular class for awhile because I was scared of the instructor, but last night I told her how much I was enjoying her class and how it wasn't at all what I expected. I'd been told it was very spiritual and that made me kind of nervous. She laughed at me and explained to me how innapropriate it would be for her to push her beliefs on her pupils, even if she was a practicing Buddhist. But turns out she's a Christain. And to quote her, "My God loves everyone." What a beautiful explanation.

Anyway, namaste yogis. Goodnight.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Okay, so it's pretty. But sheesh, it's cold. I need new mittens.

it's all wonderlandy-ish

It snowed! A little early, but it's so pretty. I love snow. It makes me want to go skiing right now.

Know what the best thing about this morning is though? While lost of other people have to go outside and brush off their cars, I get to just drive out of my beautiful garage. It's the first time I get to use my garage on a night that it snowed. Excitingness. I think I want to bake cookies tonight or something.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

the newest dusting craze

So, the mc at the wedding last weekend was hilarious. this was worth passing on. the uncle of the bride told the groom that there would be several things he'd just need to get over and become comfortable with as a new husband. of course, he was referring to the buying of pads. he proceeded to tell the groom that he'd soon be fine with holding them and buying them and all that jazz, but that they were really so much more usefull than he might at first imagine. "for instance," he said, "the little things could be soaked in water and thrown into the freezer before a big sporting even. upon return, you can rip the paper off the back and stick it onto any bruises. or if your wife wants some help with the dusting, just pull the paper back off a couple of pads, stick em on your hands, and you are ready to go." he even added that if there is not a lot of dusting, you could use light days.

i laughed very hard. but perhaps you had to be there. it doesn't seem as funny written down without his actions.

hmmm.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

put another dime in the jukebox baby

Yesterday I attended a wedding back in my home town. It was one of the longest weddings I've ever been to, but it was quite a good time. Both the bride a groom's families are talented musically so there was an abundance of special numbers. The best one in a lot of people's opinion were when the groom's family sang the grace. They must practice at every family reunion because there were about 40 of them and they were harmonizing and everything. The ceremony was beautiful, the dinner was really nice, the mc was hilarious, the stories were touching, the games (yes games!) made everyone laugh and none of it was boring. Even if you only knew one side of the family, the chosen tales were funny anyway. I was sitting at a table with my parents and their friends which meant lots of laughter abounded. One of the guests was telling a story about how the bride's mom had grown all the corn and the guourds for the centerpiece in her garden and that the guords had actually started to rot 3 days before the wedding. Some of them had been saved by cutting the bad spots off. Wes, the man sitting to my right, decided to check our table's guords to see if ours had any sign of rotten-ness and when he did he knocked a silk flower out of the basket into the candle. I was at a wedding about a month ago where one of the bridesmaids started her table on fire too. The difference was they had water in the vases at her table and could put it out. All we had was wine. And so I hesitated, not wanting to pour alcohol onto a fire. I'm not exactly sure what that would do. Would it put it out? Or is there enough alcohol to make it worse? Anyway, we did finally put it out (sans wine). But during each toast we watched Wes to make sure he didn't start another while reaching over to tink glasses.

Now to certain of my friends I must say this. Following the reception, there was a social. It included dancing and karaoke. It was awesome! It's so totally do-able. People were pretty shy at first to sing, but once the bridesmaids did "I love Rock and Roll" there was a line of people waiting to sign up.

Anyway, my grandma, who is here for Thanksgiving, isn't from my town and thus wasn't invited to the wedding. So she spent the day sleeping and relaxing. I came home to find that she'd covinced the rest of my family to stay up late watching a movie. This grandma is 80 and not usually a latester. But she kept us up till 2am. Wild and crazy.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

i'm a handy woman

My house now has a dryer vent. Guess how it got there. I put it there. With my dad as the expert consultant (and the cute guy at Rona assisiting me with my purchases) I installed the vent (read: cut a big hole with a saw - dad and I sort of fought over who got to use the saw more b/c it was kinda fun) in the side of my house. Watching those little louvre flaps open as the hot air pushed through them was one of the proudest moments of my home owning life.

Dad also put a new sink in the basement bathroom. It's pretty and I like it.

I'm on the road again but I've planned better this time. I brought a book so if I end up somewhere without tv/internet, I can read. Hooray!

Coolest thing of the trip so far - I was walking from my job site to a courier place and I saw a man sitting on the sidewalk with a guitar beside him. As I walked by he asked me if I'd like to hear a song. Heck yes I did. He played a gospel song for me and I gave him a dollar - even though I enjoyed the song, all I had bigger than a buck was a $20 and that was a bit extreme. He didn't even play all the verses of it. But I was thinking about it after and it probably took him about 30 seconds to make that dollar off me - and another person walked up to listen as I was walking away. That's a lot of money if everyone gives him a dollar! I mean, that's like $120 per hour. That's more than double what my massage therapist charges!!! Good for him. Making money and making people smile.

Hmmm, bedtime now I think.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

gussied up

I just got back from a gallery opening with my sister. I wore earrings and everything. That's more snazzy than I've been in months.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Hah! I do bend.

I'm not the most flexible of people. I've never been able to do the splits or anything and usually I have to spend some major effort to touch my toes. And it's noticeable in my yoga class where everyone else is reaching their palms to the floor without even bending their knees.

But we learned a knew pose last night. There is no way I'll be able to explain it in words properly but it's sort of like a cross-legged thing where you try to put your knees as close to the floor as you can. Anyway, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that I'm sitting there doing this pose thinking "this is really easy, I must be doing something wrong" when the instructor looks at me, yes AT ME! and says, "For you, you can increase the difficulty by doing such and such alteration". So I did it. Then she looked at me again and gave me another alteration to make it even harder! Then she explained the next alteration to make it even harder, because it was even too advanced for her.

I know yoga is about letting go of your ego and all that. But yeah right! Dude, I can do a move the instructor can't do! Of course when it comes next time to Downward facing Dog and Swan Dive and everyone else is kicking my butt, my ego will get sorely bruised and I'll forget all about the leg crossy move. But until then, I'm revelling in it.

Monday, September 25, 2006

mr. clean is my dream man

When I travel for work I usually come home and dump my luggage, paper, equipment, etc. on my floor. The clutter begins. If I am somewhat busy the following week the clutter in my house grows. If I go away angain the next week and return with new papers, luggage, etc. the clutter starts to take on a life of its own. You can see how this could be a problem when I am on a project that keeps me travelling every or every other week. Needless to say, my house was a bit on the messy side last week.

I am the kind of person who likes things perfectly neat. At heart, I am both a minamilist and a neat freak (I blame my mother). However, in reality I am not very good at keeping things neat and uncluttered or at getting rid of stuff I don't need (I blame my father). While not a dirty kind of messy person I am in fact a fairly disorganized kind of messy person. I am not at all talented at keeping things neat and tidy.

Thus, the state of my house usually upsets me and stresses me out a bit because I am constantly wishing it were cleaner. And I feel like my life is in disorder because my house is. I need those Clean Sweep people to come and show me what's what. Hey, that's kind of funny. You'd think I would watch their show and try to learn something - but I've never actually seen an episode, just commercials.

Anyway, this weekend, I feel great. After staying up late Friday night at a friend's wedding reception party thing, I woke up on Saturday morning and started cleaning for hours with my roomate as I mentioned in my previous post. Yesterday after lunch a bunch of people from my church came over to see my house. I loved how clean it was and how excited everyone was for me and my place. After they left I just sat and basked in the cleanliness.

This morning I woke up to a clean room and kitchen and bathroom and living room.

I think I will be in a good mood all week just because of my house. Unfortunately next week I leave for a 2 week road trip for work. I wonder if I will be able to manage to keep the cycle from repeating. Maybe I should try motivating myself with a prize or something. Any ideas?

Sunday, September 24, 2006

This is hilarious. Right now my roomate and I, who are both sitting in my living room, are talking to the same person on MSN. Ah technology, how much you've changed our lives.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

today

I hate being assertive. Today I had to tell someone something that I really didn't want to. But there is the whole "the truth will set you free" thing so I decided, with roomate encouragement, that I should. I don't know why it is so hard for me to be open about some things with certain people because in a lot of aspects of my life I am such an open person.

Anyway, I spent today cleaning. I got up, watched the Match Game and ate some watermelon and then go down to some cleaning. Didn't stop until around 3:30 when my roomate and I decided to make some lunch. I love it when it's clean - I feel very happy.

This evening I went on a scavenger hunt with my youth group. It was so much fun - I totally didn't want to go because I was still in cleaning mode. But I knew I'd have fun if I went and I did.

Oh, and I found out that my only female first cousin is going to have a baby. This is big news for her, and a little on the surprising side.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

being in shape is overrated right?

alternate title: why my gluteus maximus hurts so much

so, i got busy over the last few months and stopped going to the gym. i was semi active this summer but not enough to stay in decent shape. i started up my gym membership again this week (i usually cancel it in the summer) to rectify this situation. yes, the fact that i am going to mexico for a friend's wedding in december has something to do with it.

i've been having trouble getting motivated so i've decided to set the goal of 3 visits a week. a yoga class, a core strength class and one day to do my own thing. this past tuesday, i arrived early so i started off the visit with a short, hard run before the yoga class began. now i'd heard, through my gym's grapevine, that the instructor is one of the ones that takes it really seriously so i had sort of been avoiding her. i like the active yoga or pilatees styles since i'm not really up for practicing the religion of yoga. but she is the only instructor at my gym, so i decided to give her a try. sure enough, i arrived and she started explain how hatha yoga is different from yoga fit. but it didn't sound all that bad. she said it was about not pushing your body to do things it can't do, but instead enjoying yourself and relaxing and taking pleasure in it, all the while concentrating on your breathing and technique. she said since most of us were new, we'd start off with an easy class of all the good stuff. "nothing too hard." i was a bit disappointed since i actually wanted a real workout. she lied. it was extremely challenging, moreso than the yoga fit classes i've taken before. the poses were killer and i was retardedly sore the next day, which would be yeseterday. i will be going to that class again.

if i was going to continue with my plan, it meant that today i had to go to the core strength class. now this is my weakest point i'd have to say. which is why i picked that class to attend. i knew it would be hard. and, brilliant me, was right. i couldn't even do the tricep kickbacks because my legs were shaking too much for me to stand up from all the lunges, squats and planks. we did this horrible and terrible exercise to work our outer thighs that made me want to die. i will be going to that class again too.

so here i sit, content in my excessive soreness. remind me of how much this hurts next time i get "too busy" to stay in shape.

now, bed. the pain will really hit tomorrow. does anyone else understand that even though it hurts, it is so incredibly satisfying? or is it just me.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

You killed my father. Prepare to die.

I was watching the show Criminal Minds tonight. My roomate all of the sudden realised that the main character Jason Gideon played by this man


Is none other than an old favourite of mine. In university I had a Mexican sombrero wearing bookend that I named after him.



Inigo Montoya himself.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Ka-boom. I think not.

Most excellent. I finally (actually Ky finally) got around to checking whether my battery was one of the recalled ones from Dell. It's not. No blowing up from this laptop.

Monday, September 18, 2006

The sad story of the state of my leisure time

Following my previous post I retired to my room where I discovered two things. First that, not only did my tv not have cable but that it didn't even have farmer vision.** Second, that my life is in a sad state. By that I mean that I practically had a panic attack when I realized there was nothing for me to do for the entire evening. Here is my tale.

After changing out of my gross survey-dirtied clothes I did a quick check of the tv. The news was on on CBC and some kid's movie on the next station up, but I didn't pay attention to the channel name. As I flicked through I realised there was only five stations. "Sucky," I thought. But it didn't worry me because all the shows I wanted to watch that evening (read The premiere of Survivor which I've been looking forward to for weeks!) would be on CTV, "and everyone in Saskatchewan gets CTV, even if they don't have cable". So I watched the rest of the kid's movie and ordered a pizza. I even saved my no sugar added chocolate bar to enjoy while I watched Survivor. By the way, Surviror is my favourite show. Anyway, I did a very small amount of work while I waited for 7pm to arrive. And then, panic struck. I turned through the channels and paid a bit more attention this time. There was no CTV. NO CTV!!! Which meant no Survivor. In a pout, I turned off the tv and worked on a couple reports. About 8:30 I was bored and turned the tv back on to explore what I actually did have.

CBC - which alternated between repeating the exact same story (every half hour) about the terrible shooting in Montreal and a ridiculously boring black and white movie.

TSN - which didn't even have a game on, just clips and guys spouting their sporting predictions. Not my thing.

Showtime - which had a special on about sex and art. Definately not my thing.

HBO - which had a documentary on profanity (and because it's HBO they used all the words they were documenting as many times as they wanted). Without a doubt, not my thing.

and CNN - all war stuff.

I tried to rent a DVD to watch on my laptop. But after driving by the turn-off twice and having to proceed five minutes down the highway until I found a road to cross over and double back, they wouldn't let me rent anything at the movie store because I was not from that town. I've done a lot of travelling in the past year for work, they always let you rent it if you are from out of town. You just need a VISA. Not this place - they were very unhospitible. I returned to the hotel almost in tears (not really, more perturbed than anything) because I was going to have to just sit and think. I had no book to read, nothing to watch on TV, no internet and no movie to entertain myself with. I suppose I could have found the bar and met some locals. I would have preferred watching CNN. So that is what I did. I kept working on reports and watched war stuff. I was very glad to leave that place the next day. Serves me right for forgetting to bring even a book.

** Farmer vision is the name my friends (most of whom lived on a farm) used for their television stations. Which pretty much consisted of chanel 2 - CBC and channel 8 - CTV. Cable was not an option for farm people back then.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Thank goodness for the coat hanger

I did this wrong. I conducted my surveys in the towns with the nice hotels first and the scary hotels second. The one I am in tonight, does not even have a phone in my room (I am currently on the internet in the office). Although apart from lack of phone and kind of old bed comforter, it is at least a clean room with cable and a fridge. Last night though, let's just say I smell a bit odiferous today because I did not want to go near the bathtub. I just left that shower curtain closed thank you very much. Sadly, I was forced to use the toilet (thanks a lot call of nature). Which didn't flush. At least not without using a wire coat hanger (there was no way my hands were going in there) to pull up the thingy in the back of the toilet that lets the water out.

I mean, it's fine - it's not like I haven't stayed in worse - the hotel (if you could call it that) where the guy working actually said "Ah, you might want to take a look at it before you give me your money" was definately worse. But the one in Weyburn that I got for two nights was so beautiful. Yes, beautiful. Never thought I'd say that I miss Weyburn. It might partly be the quad's fault* too. I should have saved the best for last.

Okay, time to go shower.

* see previous entry

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Trees and men and dancing

Some thoughts.

There is a girl in my hotel that has the job I want. I assume it is some kind of drilling company or something that she works for. But I don't really care. She has a big truck with a logo of a tree on the side. So far so good. What puts her over the top? There is the most beautiful quad in the back of it. It even has a winch. Shannon wants. I am going to google the company immediately and see if they have any job openings.

I watched part of that Dancing with the Stars tonight and Mario Lopez is seriously and ridiculously adorable. It's like watching my first episode of Saved By the Bell all over again. Oh, and I was shocked how funny Jerry Springer was. I've never watched his show because I think that kind of talk show is retarded (personal opinion) but he was, though a pretty terribly dancer technically, a fantastic performer.

I went running today in Tatagwa Park (here is a painting that is pretty close to the real thing). Who knew there was such a peaceful pretty place in Weyburn?

I am watching a new show called "Men in Trees". I think I like the premise. And I'm surprised and how much I like Anne Heche - I've never been a fan of hers.

Anyway, that's today.

cup or hand

I am sitting in a hotel room warming up a Michelina's for breakfast and I don't have any utensils. Last nights supper required me to use the stir sticks they have in here for coffee as my "chopsticks" but silly me not at all thinking ahead, I threw them out. Not sure yet what I am going to do. I suppose the options are to use a glass or my fingers.

Right now I am down in SE Sk for the week conducting building audits. Last night I was feeling a bit lonely and wishing I knew someone in this town. I think I was grossly overtired from not having slept well in a week. Today seems better so far but I can't help wondering how long my life will consist of a couple of days at home and then a week here and a week there on the road, stopping in all sorts of little towns and looking for all sorts of gross things in buildings (I got caught up in a spider web yesterday - and I'm terrified of spiders. It was hard not to squeal).

This weekend I attended the wedding of a very good friend of mine in Calgary. I had a truly wonderful time. I got to sleep in the same room with her on her last night of singleness and talk about all those things that a bride talks about the night before her marriage begins. Then the next day I got to run around and help do all the last minute emergencies that are necessary the day of a wedding which included picking her up from the hair dresser when her sister forgot her shoes and had to drive home to pick them up instead of deposit the bride at the dressmakers to pick up the main accessory of the whole event. I greatly enjoyed helping with all these little things. My friend was a laid back bride and sort of just went along with what the day brought. For instance, I don't know how many brides could have handled getting big yellow sap stains on their dress during the pictures only minutes before the wedding was to begin. Jess just siged and said "something like this always happens to us honey" and then the day went on (By the end of the reception she was also covered with chocolate stains). Anyway, I hope that my wedding someday, if there is to be one, is like hers. A bunch of family and friends, a laid back day, a chocolate fountain (for serious) at the reception, and more focused on the marriage than the wedding. A cute Brazilian groom, like hers, would also be a welcome addition.

Anyway, time for my day to commence. And just so you know, the cup is not working out too well. I'd advise against it.

Monday, September 11, 2006

three things

3 things that scare me are:

spiders, dying alone in the Bridget Jones alone-and-being-eaten-by-stray-dogs way, fluffing

3 people that make you laugh:

Lyn, Bronwyn, Ray Romono

3 things that you hate the most?

tomatoes, back pain, feeling jealous

3 things I don't understand:

computers, guys, abstract art

3 things I am doing right now:

watching tv, preparing for tomorrow's survey, avoiding something

3 things I want to do before I die:

help combine a field, go to a rainforest, get toned abdominal muscles

3 things I can do: make a fantastic white wine and cilantro snapper, french braid, count to 10 in 3 languages

3 things I can't do:

count to 10 in 4 languages, fix my computer, eat a bug on purpose

3 things I think you should listen to:

the weather network, dolphins, Regina's community radio station

3 things you should never listen to:

the bad conscience on your left shoulder, diet pill commercials, nails being drug down a chalkboard

3 things I'd like to learn:

sign language, the vietniese waltz (spelling?), how to identify all the trees in the world apart

3 favorite foods:

grapes, watermelon, corn chips

3 beverages I drink regularly:

milk, water, grapefruit juice

3 shows I watched as a kid:

darkwing duck, rescue rangers, full house

3 things I have on my desk:

I am at a hotel - so the office laptop, my phone, my glasses case

3 things I am grateful for:

family, friends, faith

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

dunh dunh dunh...

My dreaded surveys have started. Today was the first, tomorrow is the 2nd. Usually I can take about 20, maybe 30 samples a day. A long day. Tomorrow I may have to take up to 80. I have warned my boss that this may be impossible. Oh well, we'll see how it goes.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

swimmin' in the crick

Unbelievable. I have to cross a somewhat busy street to get to and from work. I have the stop sign and sometimes it takes awhile to get across. And by awhile, I mean you might have to wait for 3 minutes or so. So instead of freaking out everytime, I just mentally prepare that I may have to wait a few minutes. No biggie.

Today, there was a man in a blue car behind me at the stop sign. I could tell he was getting impatient because he kept making these large sigh-of-frustration movements that I could see in my rearview mirror. Personally, I don't really care if he is frustrated that I am sitting at a stop sign waiting for a break in traffic instead of trying to race through and make the other vehicles with THE RIGHT OF WAY either slow down or hit me. I agree it can be a tad frustrating when there is a break in one direction but a ton of cars coming from the other but ohmygosh, it's going to put you out like 3 minutes. Anyways, the dude actually pulls over on my right as if he is going to turn right - which is a common thing that people do at that intersection if they get tired of waiting. I grinned to myself because it was easily obvious that a break in traffic big enough for both of us to make it through was coming but whatever. I shift to first and begin to cross the intersection. But instead of turning right, like I expected, he actually turns left around and in front of me I just about hit him because I didn't realize he was going to be a jerk. Part of me wanted to speed up a bit so I would hit him, because it was so rude of him and totally his idiocrocy that would have been the cause of the accident (in court anyway). But since I'm not like that in life (only occasionally in thought) I instead just honked. I never honk at people on purpose so it was actually quite a big gesture from me. What a jerk. Why are Saskatoon drivers so uptight and selfish and in such a rush? I don't get it. I mean where was he needing to be at 5:16 that he couldn't have arrived at 5:19 and still been okay? Oh well, he's the one who's going to have the heart attack if he doesn't learn to chill.

On another topic, I had a really nice weekend at my church's retreat in Park Valley. The highlight was jumping from an old bridge into the river/creek thing below. It was a perfect way to spend an end-of-summer afternoon. The guys got increasingly show-offish and by the end they had backed up a truck to the bridge to get higher and were launching people into the river like a catapault (spelling?). We also had a bbq picnic in a field and followed that with a big relay involving farm chores. It was hilarious. Each team had to do things like carrying hay bales, cleaning up hay with a pitchfork, playing a game of horseshoes, etc. Plus we had to be dressed up in overalls and rubber boots and work gloves and stuff. So we looked ridiculous in more than one way. Campfires everynight, good farm cooking and lots of time to relax made for a good time. My only regret is that I didn't sleep outside the last night and apparently there were some fantastic northern lights. It has motivated me to get on with my plans to purchase a warmer sleeping bag so I will be able to next year.

Friday, September 01, 2006

poop in the fan

So I hummed and haaed about attending my co-worker's (also known as New Guy even though he's been around for over a year already) 30th birthday party last night but I ended up deciding to doll up and go. It was quite a good time and I really liked the venue. It was a surprise party planned by his girlfriend so there were tons of his other friends there. My boss and I arrived late but NG's girlfriend told us NG totally perked up when we arrived, like he was excited that his daytime buddies came out.

I love the people that I work with. We've got an older guy whose office is in the back (he's quiet and has loads of kids at home). Then there is the boss girl who is 30 and is always making a big effort to make sure everyone is happy. Then there is E, the other girl who was there when I started. She's turning 30 in a couple months and has two cute little boys at home. I am the baby of the office. For the most part, we have a fantastic atmosphere. The 3 30's and myself get along famously. We laugh a lot and if it wasn't for how much I like the people, I don't think I could stay at this job. The 4 of us are the "Hazmat" group and business has been pretty good. But the older guy handles a different department and, well, he's been making some big mistakes lately. I honestly think he might get fired next week which seems insane to me. So there are changes going on at my office. For one, I was offered a promotion about a month ago and finally decided to take it. New Guy is also newly promoted and taking over a lot of Older guy's work. Which is good since OG might get fired. Plus we might hire a new Tech. So it's kind of crazy right now. We are all just riding out the storm of OG at the moment, waiting for the company's presidents to decide what to do with him. This is more drama then I'm used to.

Anyway, so yeah. I'm a PM now. Not sure how I feel about it yet, hopefully it will be kind of cool.

I'm off for a weekend retreat shortly though. I must go pack.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Seven random thoughts to make me feel better

Hmmmm.

So I am officially working only on one project until the new year. I pretty much hate the client, they are ridiculously high maintenance and fussy and irrational. I also can't say the type of work I will be doing (environmental audits) are my favourite thing in the world either. Not to mention that I will be out of town for 50% of the time until December. But I was really trying to force myself to look on the bright side. I was going to get paid a pile of money in mileage (possibly enough to pay off my car) and per diem's. Today, I found out that instead I have to submit my food receipts (so no extra to take home if I eat light) and I will be driving rentals. So I get absolutely no compensation for doing work away from my home that I don't like for the worst client ever. Suckiness. Although it is much harder (and I am grasping at straws) I still forced myself to try to think of some good things about the next few months. I will admit it was hard but what I have come up with is that I will be the last one in line to do weekend work since I'm already away so much and that I know my September-Christmas schedule, for the most part, which is rare with this job. If you can think of anything else good, let me know because I need more than that. Boo car rental.

Here's some random things about my day to make me feel better:
I learned a super fun solitaire-ish game with my new dominoe set.
I love my garage. Like a lot.
I also love my washing machine (I'm okay with the dryer too - I don't use it as much).
I finally tried to check if my Dell is one of the ones with the recalled batteries but I couldn't figure it out. I might need to phone them. But so far it hasn't blown up - and that's good.
I got a haircut by a student at a hair college for $15. I now have a "side bang". It's hot**
I officially booked my trip to Mexico in December. How cool is that? Props to a friend getting married at a time of year that I can totally get time off work and for staying at a reasonable all inclusive resort.
I think I am going to a birthday party tonight at a place called Foxy's for a co-worker.

**Actually, it's so subtle you can hardly tell. But it's amazing how stylish I feel just knowing that I can truthfully say that I have a side bang.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

feathers flying

Blech. There was a pidgeon on the road today (a big huge one). Usually those things fly away as you approach but by the time I got close enough to realise this one wasn't going to move, there were feathers everywhere.

I'd say more about that dumb bird, but it is in poor taste to speak badly of the dead.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

The return of Todd

Ok I am so psyched! I just got back from Calgary where I went this weekend for my friends Jess and Bruno's wedding shower. It was my first co-ed shower (that is true in all respects) and was quite fun. On Saturday afternoon I went garage saling with a couple of friends. We arrived at this one house and there was a sign saying "Everything is free!" Apparently after a certain time the guy had decided he just wanted to get rid of the rest of his stuff instead of taking it back into the house. There was one little man who was piling up all the things he wanted on a table and when he finished he turned to the guy and said, "Are you sure I can take all this?" The guy laughed and said, "Absolutely - take the table too if you want!" Anyway, I picked up some resistence bands, a board game called the Farming Game and a set of Dominoes. And the reason I am psyched is because I just confirmed that the ENTIRE SET IS PRESENT!!! I've only played dominoes a couple times with some Cranbrook people but I think it might have been one of my favourite game playing nights ever.

When I used to do field work (oh how I miss it - best jobs ever) I was usually up later in the evenings than my collegues and I would play cards. I got seriously sick of sollitaire so I would play two hands of another game, and try to play them as honestly as I could. I would deem one hand to be mine and then other to be my made- up-card-playing-friend Todd. I would keep score and try to beat him, even though he didn't exist. One night I forgot to throw away the piece of paper I was keeping score on and Kristie was so confused. Because obviously it would be a little bit hard for me to just make a friend one evening in the middle of the bush and invite him over to play cards. I got made fun of for the rest of the year by my lab mates but I never forgot Todd.

Anyway, I have a hankering to play some dominoes. I think Todd and I are going to attempt a quick game right now. If any of my local friends are reading this and want to come and be real life dominoe partners, I would be thrilled. Todd's great for an imaginary partner, but it's not the same as flesh and blood.

Monday, August 21, 2006

movie review - benchwarmers

first of all i would like to say that benchwarmers was completely retarded. but second i'd like to say that watching it in the park with a bunch of kids around me laughing at all the puking and other physical comedy made it quite enjoyable. i'm glad i went. funk is gone.

now tomorrow morning bright and early i shall voyage back to medicine hat. goodnight.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Funkiness

I hate being in a funk. Especially when there is absolutely no reason to be. Yet in a funk I am. I had a nice day. I woke up and went to church then went to my friend Ian's for a barbeque. I came away with one win and one loss in air hockey. Then I got down to some lawn mowing, went to work to figure out some things for tomorrow in Medicine Hat (tricky confusing project). Then I came home, ate some supper and watched Danger Bay, finished my laundry and packed for tomorrow. Now all I have to do are the dishes and then I can go to bed. it was a great day. So why am I feeling sad? Boo.

Well I shall now attempt to counteract my funk by going to the park to watch a movie with my sister. It is movie night in the park - I hope they are playing a good one.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

journey to north b, victoria, part way to spokane, back to a tire shop in moses lake, back to spokane, on to pinelow park, and home

What a month so far. I left my house on the 29th of July and got my lovely sister to drive me to North Battleford. The next morning we (a family from my church and another girl catching a ride like me) were off for Victoria. It was such a nice laid back trip - we drove about 8 or 9 hours everyday and then hung out in Vancouver for most of Monday before heading over to the island. I even found the first thrift store ever that I liked. It was called Colette's and all the clothes were clean and organized by style and colour. Usually I find thrift stores overwhelming and want to get out of them as soon as possible, but this one was great.

Anyways, in Victoria I got to see a bunch of my friends and I made some new friends. I stayed with an older lady named Mary and we had such great chats. We even talked about boys a couple of times so we definately bonded. Victoria was great. The best part was that I got to go camping with some friends at this beach called Sombrio. We hiked down to and then along the beach to find the perfect spot. It was so relaxing. I fell asleep outside under the stars listening to the waves. I'd love to go back sometime. Other highlights included travelling to this little island (Thetis I think) and helping an older man put siding on his house. Following that we drove across the island to a little inlet where there were tons of bright purple starfish. It was fantastic. Probably the most exciting evening in Victoria was when we attended the Symphony down at the water. If you want the story (complete with a map) one of the poeople with me wrote a good description of the evening.

After the week in Victoria a group of us travelled to Pinelow camp near Spokane Washington. On the way I had my first blow-out. A tire on the car that I was driving (and I was going fast on the interstate - is it interstate or innerstate? - highway) practically exploded. It was quite exciting. A good samaritan stopped and helped us change it in about 7 minutes. I know we could have done it, but I suspect it would have taken a lot longer. After a couple hour delay (we drove back to Moses Lake to get a new tire) we were again on our way. Pinelow was fantastic. It is such a nice camp and the lake was the perfect temperature and the sandy beach was perfect for laying on. The best part of the whole week was the day we created a slip'n'slide that went right into the water. By supper time, the entire camp was watching people try to show off. Nothing like a big grey tarp to bring people together.

Anyway, there are lots of other stories that could be told, but I need to hit the road. This is possibly my only weekend that I could be at home in all of August and I will kick myself if I waste it on the computer.

Later!

Sunday, August 13, 2006

back from the states

Back from holidays. We were on the road by 5am this morning and returned home around 10pm. Worth it though. I wouldn't have wanted to miss the last night in Washington.

Too tired to organize my thoughts much. So maybe I'll write about the trip later. I will have to tell you about my first blown tire and the slip 'n slide that unified the church camp and my first attempts at putting siding on a house.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Purple is the new black

When I was 13ish, I remember reading a book where two characters were talking. An over make-uped girl crossed their path and the female started making fun of how she looked. The male gently reprimanded her for making fun and said something along the lines of how dare you make fun of something beautiful that God created just because it's different then you. Or something to that effect. The importance of those words have never left me and have caused me to try to be careful about critisizing (even in my head) other's appearances. And when I fail and make fun of how someone looks I often feel guilty like I am really making fun of God's handiwork. Which I am.

So it was with a twinge of guilt this morning that I contemplated how ugly a lady that I saw putting oil into her car was as I approached her on my way to work. I was still kinda far away and if someone is ugly from far away, well that's even worse then up close. My second thought was how hideous her purple dress was too. I didn't feel as guilty about that because technically a human made it and it could be chalked up to human flaw that a dress that horrible came into existence (I'm sure the plants or whatever that the material was made from were beautiful).

But then once I got close, I realized it was a fantastic purple bathrobe and the ugly lady was actually a kind of attractive man. So it was all good. Phewf.

Anyway, I'm off to Victoria and then Spokane for some holidaying! I'll talk to you dudes in a little over 2 weeks time.

Later!

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

smiles and temper tantrums

My co-worker had to bring her kids to work today for a bit while she prepared everything so she could work on her reports from home. In 3 years this is the first time between daycare and babysitting it has happened. It is pure pandemonium - she has two boys aged one and three. They are running around grabbing things, screaming, making funny noises and having temper tantrums. She is frustrated to no end and I feel a bit bad about barely being able to keep a straight face. They really are cute kids with huge happy smiles, devilish as they may be.

It is very great contrast to another co-worker who has four kids (aged 6-13) which often drop by for an hour in the afternoons and who sit silently in our waiting area and read the paper (although they do eat ALL of the candy in our candy dish whenever they visit). I realise they are older, but I think these kids would have been silent even when they were one and three. Different personalities and parenting styles I suppose.

Monday, July 24, 2006

3% down, 97% to go

This is cool. It was on the lovely Ariann's site. I've gotta get me some more red on the eastern hemisphere.




create your own visited countries map
or vertaling Duits Nederlands

props to the rain

inside my house yesterday, it was well over 30 degrees celcius. just breathing caused persperation beads to form on the forehead. thank you rain for coming to cool off my house.

note - please don't think i am complaining about the beautiful summer we are having. after the past two cold and rainy summers i am welcoming the plus 30 weather with open arms. but it sure does make my house warm. an occasionaly rainy respite is just what i need.

props to the rain

inside my house yesterday, it was well over 30 degrees celcius. just breathing caused persperation beads to form on the forehead. thank you rain for coming to cool off my house.

note - please don't think i am complaining about the beautiful summer we are having. after the past two cold and rainy summers i am welcoming the plus 30 weather with open arms. but it sure does make my house warm. an occasionaly rainy respite is just what i need.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

quote

my enemy is the absence of hope my foe is the dissipation of faith...

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

I'm all smiles

I hate how shallow I am sometimes. I mean honestly, I should really not get as much satisfaction from these things as I do. They all come to nothing (and I'd likely be horrified if any of them came to something) yet I felt all smiley and flirty and happy. I shall now s'plain.

I returned to working man's land today. There is a whole new crew there! And it seems like a lot of them are youngerish. And I revelled in the appreciative glances (and I honeslty don't care that it's because I'm the only girl for miles) and the harmless flirtations. But the moment that made me smile most was when someone came walking over and said "Shannon, the Zoom Boom operator wants you to meet him in town after work for a drink." I peeked over at the Zoom Boom assuming that it would be one of the guys I'd gotten to know from my 6 weeks out there last year, but it wasn't. It was some random new guy. And he was cute. I got incredibly shy and blushed.

Anyway, I'm a huge dork but I just can't stop liking cute guys.

P.S. I did not meet any stranger cute guy for a drink in town after work - just because I get all smiley doesn't mean I'm going to follow up on it.

P.P.S. Insanely enough, someone thinks my blog is quasi interesting and put it on some kind of list. I can't say I'm crazy about the fact that I fall under the category "Girlz". Girlz with a z makes me think of Brittany Spears fans and 8 year olds that dress like they are 20 and carry cell phones. But whatever, kind of cool that someone went to the trouble. I sort of feel semi famous almost.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

How to meet cute neighbours - a Beginner's Guide

My first clue that yesterday was going to be a bit of a gong show was when I woke up at 8:08am. I genearlly start work at 8:00 and although we have a little bit of flexibility with our hours, it's not a good idea for me to not even be awake when I am supposed to already have checked my email and started on my Monday timesheet. It really was my own fault for I almost always set more than one type of alarm and I'd stayed up late the night before and in my laziness had only set the one on my cell phone. I just got a new cell phone so I don't know why I thought I could trust it without a backup.

Anyway, rushing around ensued. I grabbed my purse, keys and a banana and I locked the door from the inside as I ran out the door. At this point I am mere seconds away from having my above suspcisions of gong-showness be solidly confirmed.

The distance from my house to the garage is maybe 10 strides. About 5 strides in I slowed down to a horrifying halt. I had only my car key in my hand. The previous night I'd decided to go for a bike ride along the river and I'd removed my house keys and bike lockup key from my normal key chain so I wouldn't have anything bulky to carry. Well guess what I didn't do. Put it back. It was still sitting on my coffee table. And it gets better - one of my roomates is in Victoria and the other has just left for work moments before. And it gets better still. That sneaky little cell phone that didn't wake me up is still sitting on the shelf above my bed. Harumph. Well, it was time to meet the neighbours at 8:30 in the morning. I sadly haven't made any friends in my neighbourhood yet. I don't know why but I feel suddenly shy when I see them - maybe because I have a mortgage that now forces me to stay put for awhile - it's not like I can up and move if I embarrass myself. But I digress. So, no answer at the first place. I'm about to go to the next place when across the street and 4 houses down I see someone getting into his truck. I race over there and shake my head to clear it (he's super adorable and probably totally my age) and explain my perdicament and ask to borrow his phone. As we enter his house I try very much to focus on my problem at hand but I just can't resist a quick look around for signs of a girlfriend - and aside from the floral couch (that looks really old) this is totally a bachelor's place. Hooray! Then I remind myself that I look like a total ditz right now and nothing I can do in the next 30 seconds will change that fact. Sigh. Anyway, I use his phone to beg my lovely sister to come and rescue me (which she did - she's awesome) and I leave his house telling him that I certainly owe him now and if he ever needs anything to come on over. As I am saying it I am very much hoping that it sounds like a nonchalant, friendly neighbourish thing to say and not a desparate plea for new friends, or worse, a proposition. He smiled a "knock em dead" kind of smile and said it was no problem. I grin because I think I have just pulled off the friendly neighbourish option above. Hooray!

Anyway, the day proceeded from there. It was a bit of a gong show but in the end I managed to get the most important things done. And then I relaxed all evening, figured out what had gone wrong with my phone's alarm the night before and had a good night's rest. Today's looking up. Especially since Taste of Saskatchewan is on. So lunch is planned. Awesome.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

badgirl shannon

So yesterday I not only rode a motorbike but I also wore leather head to toe. I felt so bad I just about got a tatoo!

Kidding about the tatoo of course. But I did catch a ride out to the lake with my friend's dad - who is also the preacher man at my church. It was such a perfect day. The temperature was idyllic, the canola was in bloom, even the scents in the air were pleasant (except one spot where I think we may have passed a diary farm - but it wasn't bad). I was surprised how much I enjoyed being the bike - I knew I'd like it but I didn't anticipate it being such a comfortable way to travel. I don't know if I will go out and get my own or anything, but I'd ride on someone else's again sometime I think.

Anyway, to the dishes I go. They've gotten stacked up over the last while and I need to plan my attack carefully. I think some serious scrubbing may be in store. Wish me luck!

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

polyethylene roasting on an open fire

I learned an important lesson today. Domestic hot water tanks require a location from which to exhaust. The secondary lesson learned was that just because someone tells you the tank is turned off does not mean it is. Tertiary lesson, if you cover up the only place from which a hot water tank can exhaust, and it is in fact still operating, flames shoot out from the bottom.

It was tense there for a few moments. No one was hurt.

In other news, my bestest favourite Kylee-Anne is leaving me, possibly forever (but hopefully not - she might come back in the fall!). And I am sad for me, but happy for her. Hopefully she will have lots of fun and friends in Victoria. And I'm happy Mary and Chris get her for awhile. But I think I may get to go see them all for a week in August. I just got approved for a two week holiday beginning July 31st. Excitingness!

I'll be gone for several days. I've got to journey to the southeast of the province to do some asbestos investigating and then I think I will be going camping with my friends on their annual family camping trip. Till next week then!

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

two seemingly unrelated events

When I was 16 I was in a car accident. Afterward we were standing around talking to the guy who hit me and the other guy who's business I just about plowed through with my parent's car (you know my natural reflex was not to hit the brakes - it was to keep pushing on the gas. Thank goodness I could still steer). Anyway, the guy who hit me left to go "check on his baby". I couldn't believe he'd refer to his truck as his baby in the midst of the chaos. Then he pulled around the corner and I sheepishly realised he meant his actual baby. As in a wee little person. Why was it my first thought to assume he meant his truck?

Today the newest FedEx guy came in to pick up some equipment I'd scheduled to go back to one of the western offices. I think I might have a thing for FedEx guys - maybe because they are all so friendly. I had a more than year long crush on the first one we had when I started working here. But he turned out to be married. That could have been embarrassing - thankfully I am a chicken and would NEVER ask a guy out I was interested in. Phewf. Anyway, since I generally am fond of these courier people I was chatting up the new guy about summer holidays and he mentioned that he took "the pit bull to the lake" for the weekend. Quick what is your first thought?! If you answered a furry, often angry, little creature known as a dog you are correct. My first thought - "how can he be so degrading as to refer to his girlfriend/wife as a pit bull". What in the world? I have no idea why I would think that. Once I realized he meant his man's best friend, it was all good.

Then he asked if he could take one of my business cards. What does that mean? I was still reeling from the whole pit bull escapade so I didn't think about it till he left. Why would he need my business card? He knows where I work. Weird.

Okay, off to camp for the evening. Hooray.

Something special about that place

This week is my church's yearly family camp in North Battleford. It is one of my favourite times of the year even though I usually have to work and can only go to part of it. I've grown up my whole life going there and with only a few exceptions, almost all of my friends that I stayed in touch with are from this collection of churches across Canada and the United States that gather twice a year. I think my life would be very different if I had not grown up in this church. Every first week of July and Easter weekend since I can remember, I have gone to North Battleford. And once I was 13, there were "young peoples weekends" over New Year's, May Long and Labour Day. Not to mention the "extras" like the summer and November camps in Spokane Washington, or the summer camps in North Carolina and the Caribbean. There are others and one day I would like to be able to say I've attended them all. But this place in North Battleford is special - there is something about it that gets to you that causes you to overlook the old buildings, the uncomfortable bunk beds and the soggy toast. Even my lifelong friends whose personal beliefs have taken them away from attending a church still have something inside of them calling them back to the grounds at North Battleford every July 3rd-ish. It cannot be explained with words. Personally, I think they know in their hearts that what they can find there is Truth. A Truth that they possibly regret turning away from and haven't found since. A Truth which can be found elsewhere, but seems to be intensified in that extra-ordinary place. But that's just what I think

Anyway, I spent last Thursday and Friday in Fort McMurray for work (I may post on that later) and then flew to Calgary to meet up with a bunch of camp-goers who were planning to spend the night at a lake before heading onto North Battleford. I must say that I had a lovely time and was very relaxed. I adore the water and lots of merry-making involving splashing and horesplay occurred. Not to mention the all night camp fire and the enchanting sunrise. Oh how I love to camp.

So anyway, I will be gone to NB for the rest of week in the evenings (hooray for living only 130 km away!) and on the weekend. I shall be playing volleyball, eating popsicles and hotdogs and singing and laughing and all kinds of things.

Until later.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Hooray!!!

My Kylee is home! It's always better when we are together - for me anyways. She had an awesome time in PEI though - you'll have to read her blog, which I'm sure she'll update soon, to hear all about it.

And we even went to the Jazz festival again tonight. Sigh. I love Saskatoon in the summer.

Hooray!

hygeine trip

Work has been painfully slow since February. But at the beginning of June things started picking up again. I've been busy with a couple air quality assessments and a mould assessment. I haven't yet decided if I'm glad that it's gotten busier. Anyway, when I perform a mould assessment, I wear laytex gloves instead of touching the mould. But sometimes it tears and even if it doesn't, I get that horrid powder all over me. So the first thing I like to do when I finish an assessment is wash my hands. For the latest assessment, I was in a really little town about 4 hours away from where I live and surveyed a commercial building. It was pretty clean, and they took fairly good care of it. A little seepage problem resulting in some very minor mould growth - something that could happen to anyone no matter how hygenic they are. That is why I was surprised when I went to wash my hands, upon the completion of my work, that there was no soap in the building. I checked every bathroom. Nothing. Not even dish soap at the kitchen sink. So I drove down the street to the gas station. No soap there either. I'm not sure whether it was just a coincidence or whether that is a very unhygenic town. Good thing for wet wipes.

My roomie is in Prince Edward Island, hopefully having the time of her life. But she comes home today!!!! Hooray! And my other roomie, my sister, just found out that she got into the college of education. Much rejoicing around the house. And I get to go camping this weekend. For the first time in 3 years. So happy. And I go to the oral surgeon again today for hopefully the last time ever. I no longer look like Martin Short. And it's a sunny day. And the Saskatchewan Jazz festival is in full form. Life is looking up.

Friday, June 23, 2006

mean people suck

I was right. They did give me a new prescription. But I was wrong in thinking that was all they'd give me. About the time the nurse started sharpening the scapel I realised the oral surgeon was gonna cut me open again. It was horrible. This time I was awake and it hurt lots. Granted, I am very wimpy about my mouth. But I still say it hurt lots. And he was mean. He practically gripped the needle in a fist and started stabbing at my left cheek. Then, without freezing the right side, he started wrenching on my gums. After that he returned to my left side where he violently messed about in there. It was very unpleasant and I've been quite whiny about it.

I will spare you the details but apparently there was some kind of blood clot that caused an infection. Nasty stuff. Mean horrible nasty violent surgeon guy. The worst part is that I have an entire week to contemplate going back for him to remove the "packing" that he put in this time. I don't even want to know what that is. Yuck.

And now I look like a chipmunk again. Except this time I'm a lobsided one because only my left side is swollen. Complain, complain. Whine, whine. Complain, whine.

Oh well, at least it wasn't dry sockets. I've heard those are especially unpleasant.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

i'm not taking any more narcotics though

Harumphf. I am going back to the oral surgeon today. The swelling from getting my wisdom teeth out went down. Then it went back up again. I figure this is a bad sign. Especially since I just finished taking all my antibiotics the day before yesterday. I anticipate I'll be getting a renewal on that prescription. Stupid infection. I want to kick it in the throat. Except that would be like kicking myself in the throat - which, while painful, would actually be really impressive.

Yes I know it is boring to read about my wisdom teeth. That's all I got though. Except I will say that every single time I have gone to write "wisdom" teeth, I have written "wisdome" teeth. It's like I went all Canterbury-ish or something.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

first list of goals

Steps to becoming a future tennis star:
get tennis coach - check
immediately start working really hard at lessons - check
develop kick-butt backhand - in progress
get cute white tennis skirt uniform thing - needs attention
buy tennis racket - needs attention
acquire tennis ball for practice - check
I'm sure more things will get added to this list as I go. This was just to start me off. Haven't I made fantastic progress for having just started playing tennis yesterday? Yes, I'm sure it is only a matter of a few short months until I'm chillin' with Andre Agassi and other tennis pros. My coach is indeed a lot older and he kind of looks like a light haired Tom Sellack. Plus he has a really strong accent. I thought about telling him how it was his lucky day and soon he would be almost as famous as me, simply for being my coach. But I don't want him to give me any special treatment so I didn't say anything. His name is Lubush and he's already yelled at me a whole bunch of times. It's just like in the movies! Apparently I am not an instant prodigy - but that's okay. I'm sure the prodigy-ness will kick in soon. And I don't mind a few months of hard work. My coach seemed really impressed with my progress by the end of the hour. Even though he wouldn't let me hit the ball any more because I kept putting it in the next court and the old rich people playing there were getting kind of upset. "Jeest touch ze ball - do not heet eet" he kept saying. (Note - he doesn't have a French accent, I don't actually know what kind of accent it is, but that is the only one I can sort of write out. Meh, close enough.)

There are two other people in my class. Ian and Kerie. They are both males in their late 30's and they play pretty good. I think, for the first little while until I get really good, they will be good to practice with.

I also already bled. That's a sure sign of being a hardcore athlete. To bleed during your sport and not complain about it. For some reason my mouth started bleeding again - I figured a stitch must have come out from my wisdom tooth surgery. Anyway, I didn't know what to do. Can one spit on a tennis course? Even if that is proper edicate, I hate spitting. I think it's gross. So I swallowed it instead in my attempt to be hardcore. Now I know what it must be like to be a boxer. I bet they bleed a lot in their mouths and have to swallow it.

So anyway - top priorities before my next lesson are to acquire a racket and to keep working on my backhand (which is coming along very nicely now that I've stopped trying to hit the ball and only "touch eet").

Monday, June 19, 2006

future tennis prodigy

I am taking tennis lessons! First one is tonight. I just know I am going to love it and find it was a waste I wasn't playing all these years.

What with other people at work taking all the holiday time I wanted this summer (no camps - sigh), getting my wisdom teeth out and using it an excuse to sulk and have a pity party for an entire week, stupid boys (ok, maybe not stupid, just boys in general even), and the extensive lack of motivation for anything besides eating and watching Battlestar Galactica or Monarch of the Glen with Ky, I figured I better do something quick or I was gonna have a crappy summer. So I decided to take matters into my own hands and do something I have always wanted to do. I phoned around and found a place where I can take a few group lessons for not too much money. If I decide that I like it, I might even sign up for the slightly price-ier private lessons. Sounds like the instructor is older. But he has an accent. So this could be an enjoyable summer endevour. I shall keep you posted.

Friday, June 16, 2006

Actual call to 911

Dispatcher: "911."
Caller: "Help! Help! Send the police! I been shot."
Dispatcher: "You said you've been shot?"
Caller: "I been shot!"
Dispatcher: "How many times were you shot?"
Caller: "This is the first time."

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Yes, I am that retarded

I have to tell you a story* about a girl** who got caught up in drugs.

They gave me 3 different prescriptions between the antibiotics and the painkillers after the teeth surgery was finished this weekend. I hate taking pills and happened to mention this fact to the doctor dude cuting up my mouth so he gave me all liquid prescriptions. Mistake number 1.

The one narcotic prescription had a dosage of approximately 3ml. It was the both the best for the pain and the best in taste, but after taking it I was not supposed to drive due to potential dizziness. I found 3ml did the job more than well enough - and it would even leave me a bit nauseous as previously mentioned. So yes, 3ml was plenty good enough even though I was technically allowed to take a little*** more if I wanted.

Of the other 2 prescriptions, I was to take 10ml.

On the fateful day (yesterday) I decided to venture back to work which involved driving. Therefore, throughout the day I took a couple 10ml servings of the antibiotic and the non-narcotic anti-inflammatory prescriptions. But when I returned home for the evening, I happily filled up the little dosage-administering-thingy and took some or the good pain stuff. I hardly even thought about it. I was just so glad to be able to collapse onto my new couch and relax for the evening. Mistake number 2.

Lesson learned - always pay attention when taking narcotics. After about 15 minutes I turned to my lovely roomate Ky and giggling said, "I think I overdosed on my medication." As more and more feeling left my body I remembered that I actually filled up the dosage-administering-thingy to the top instead of stopping at 3ml. I TOOK 3 TIMES THE NORMAL DOSAGE! At first I wasn't too concerned about it - in fact I wasn't too concerned about anything. And I felt really funny, but really good. Then I recollected how nauseous a small amount of this stuff could make me feel and how a lot of this stuff might be even worse. I decided to be responsible and phone the pharmacy. They basically said that the effect of an overdose could be that my breathing reflex would stop - so as long as I didn't stop breathing, I'd be fine. No duh. Thanks pharmacy people. I really didn't figure that I'd taken enough to actually really harm myself, but just to be on the safe side I gave Ky a quick verbal lesson in artifical respiration. Then I let myself relax for the rest of the wonderful hour until the nausea hit. Then I whined and complained and alternated between laying on the couch, the floor of the living room and the floor of the bathroom. T'was a fun night. And my favourite Ky was the best pal ever and watched six hours of Monarch of the Glen with me until the effects had worn off and I was ready for bed.

So that's my story friends. And it behooves me to repeat a little diddy I remember from my childhood.

"Don't you put it in your mouth" (echo)
"Don't you stuff it in your face" (echo)
"Though it might look good to eat" (echo)
"And it might look good to taste" (echo)

"You could get sick"
"Real sick"
"Real sick, real quick"
"Real ick"

Laters.


*Story based on true events.
**All names and identities have remained the same to expose the stupidity of the girl involved.
***As in an extra half mil or so.