...so I went golfing this morning. It was my first round of the year and I didn't do that bad. See, I know I'm not good so I figure that Par is only made for those good golfers...so I made up my own rules. I double whatever the Par is on the hole and that's my Par. If I use my way of scoring I ended up 1 over Par...not bad, eh?! Anyways, it was super hot today so I had some Capri's and a t shirt and still barely able to breathe...apparently the guy ahead of us didn't feel the same way. He was probably in his 70's and was wearing a plaid flannel shirt, tucked in to his high waisted jeans with black rubber boots on his feet....it was something else! I'm rarely warm and was sweating before I even started...he, on the other hand, felt the need to wear winter gear and rubber boots. I'm not sure if he planned on fishing balls out of the pond all day or what was the deal, but I'm certain it was a sight to be seen!
Rubber boots...what next?
"Feelin' Hot Hot Hot!" - unknown
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Word or not?...
...so last night a gang of us gathered at My Chatty Friend's house for a farewell to the Newlyweds from the weekend as well as others who came for the wedding. We started the evening with some good laughs from the wedding then moved on to a good game of Charades. It's always interesting to have everyone submit some suggestions to go in the bowl and then go up and act them out. Some were interesting, to say the least...just imagine what people think of after a few drinks...now let's move on!
We got on a kick of singing old pre-school songs for some of the folks that aren't french nor from around here. They though it was great! Me, The Groom and Vern Vern whipped up our rendition of "Je Suis un Pizza"...quite comical, really! Then the NonCalling Boyfriend started on a song he remembers from his childhood that talked about a Ouistiti (pronounced wistiti in English). We all died in laughter cause it's a real funky word...but laughed even harder when Nursemaid searched in online and found out it's a actual animal!! It's what the English would call a Marmoset...a type of Monkey. Well.....me and the NonCalling Boyfriend just about keeled over when we got wind of that! The joke of the night now became " Maman, est-ce que je peut avoir un Ouistiti?" The word itself is just totally funny...especially to anyone who is french...so for those who don't speak french, please ask your french friends what a "titi" is...then you'll laugh just like we did!!
For more of a laugh, please go to the website: http://fr.thefreedictionary.com/ouistiti and click on the word...don't forget to turn up your sound! HAHAHAH! Oustiti!
"des onions, des champignons....epices melanger!...je suis un pizza, pret a manger!" - Je Suis Un Pizza
We got on a kick of singing old pre-school songs for some of the folks that aren't french nor from around here. They though it was great! Me, The Groom and Vern Vern whipped up our rendition of "Je Suis un Pizza"...quite comical, really! Then the NonCalling Boyfriend started on a song he remembers from his childhood that talked about a Ouistiti (pronounced wistiti in English). We all died in laughter cause it's a real funky word...but laughed even harder when Nursemaid searched in online and found out it's a actual animal!! It's what the English would call a Marmoset...a type of Monkey. Well.....me and the NonCalling Boyfriend just about keeled over when we got wind of that! The joke of the night now became " Maman, est-ce que je peut avoir un Ouistiti?" The word itself is just totally funny...especially to anyone who is french...so for those who don't speak french, please ask your french friends what a "titi" is...then you'll laugh just like we did!!
For more of a laugh, please go to the website: http://fr.thefreedictionary.com/ouistiti and click on the word...don't forget to turn up your sound! HAHAHAH! Oustiti!
"des onions, des champignons....epices melanger!...je suis un pizza, pret a manger!" - Je Suis Un Pizza
Monday, July 28, 2008
Interesting...
...so today I heard a new song....boy those rappers gotta be grasping at whatever they can to make a new trend...the goes a little something like this :
"Y'all don't understand, I'ma make you understand
what's pumpin in my CD PLAYER PLAYER
Party all night like YAYER YAYER
Shawty got her hands in the AYER AYER" - Flo Rida
Ok now..let's start with Yayer...apparently they couldn't find anything to rhyme with CD Player and they couldn't put Player again and likely pimp or sugar daddy didn't rhyme enough so they went with Yayer. Wow...now that's what I call a lyrical genius...Yayer...what a great word...*cough*. Unless Yayer is an actual human then I sincerely apologize for poking fun at him...Sorry Yayer.
Now let's move on to Ayer. See....apparently the plain and simple word AIR wasn't good enough and since they made up Yayer...why not go with Ayer to match. Again, maybe I'm misunderstanding and this is some kind of cupboard or something cool...if so someone please let me know cause if it's cool enough for Shawty, then it's gotta be cool enough for me!
"Y'all don't understand, I'ma make you understand
what's pumpin in my CD PLAYER PLAYER
Party all night like YAYER YAYER
Shawty got her hands in the AYER AYER" - Flo Rida
Ok now..let's start with Yayer...apparently they couldn't find anything to rhyme with CD Player and they couldn't put Player again and likely pimp or sugar daddy didn't rhyme enough so they went with Yayer. Wow...now that's what I call a lyrical genius...Yayer...what a great word...*cough*. Unless Yayer is an actual human then I sincerely apologize for poking fun at him...Sorry Yayer.
Now let's move on to Ayer. See....apparently the plain and simple word AIR wasn't good enough and since they made up Yayer...why not go with Ayer to match. Again, maybe I'm misunderstanding and this is some kind of cupboard or something cool...if so someone please let me know cause if it's cool enough for Shawty, then it's gotta be cool enough for me!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Stagette...
...so I never talked about the Stagette party I attended over the weekend. What a hoot that was! We left early in the am and made it to the city well before lunchtime. I ended up getting my coffee at Timmies...which turned out to be a real great idea as it was fresh and hit the spot. Some of the ladies went shopping at all the hot spots and my car didn't really want to do that much shopping so we just went to the smaller mall to grab a few necessities like a shirt for the evening and some special purchases from the NSLC. We grabbed lunch at the food court and I had a hard time deciding what to eat. I didn't want something too greasy, but did want something with substance. I decided to go with the pasta place so I went to the counter and noticed the worker on the phone. I waited a few minutes and when she came to greet me she had a mouth full of food and while asking me what I wanted she proceeded to shove the rest of the garlic bread that was half out of her mouth back in with the push of her pointer finger. Well...this grossed me out. She was just chewing away and had no gloves on and had just shoved some bread in her mouth...now she wanted to touch my food...nuh uh! I walked away and got a wrap next door instead. I mean, how rude and gross is that? It's lunchtime...I get it...she needs to eat...but you serve lunch so work it out.
Anyways, my wrap was great and we left there to go to the hotel. We relaxed in the room and prepared for the festivities. The first activity was pole dancing. What a hoot that was! Picture 18 ladies trying to fling themselves gracefully around a pole. I've never felt so un-sexy in my life. I was trying to exude hotness, but don't think I succeeded. I managed to leave there with bruises all over the place from dropping to the ground like a sack of potatoes a few times and ramming my ankle on the bottom of the pole. I really have a new found respect for the ladies that do this for a living...it's hard work...hard to do the maneuvers and hard to stay sexy during the whole thing...kudos ladies!
We left there, grabbed a bite and made our way back to the hotel to get prettied up. Once we were ready the games began! One of the games was "Hit the mint across the room". We had a bottle in the leg of a pair of pantyhose wrapped around our waist so that the bottle dangled between our legs....get it?....ok now that you have the visual, we then had to make the bottle swing to hit the mint that was on the floor and make it roll across the room. Boy, I'm pretty good that game! My hips were a major assets this time cause I could shake them to knock over my opponents and then swing my "bottle" to win the game...I knew they'd come in handy at some point. After that we had some drinks and made our way to dance club numero uno. We worked our magic on the bouncer and got in for free and made our way to the dance floor. We dominated the dance floor...and the speakers....hard to believe that 25 small town ladies could bust up a place like we did that night. The bar was packed and there were even other stagettes and still we took over the place. I enjoyed my spot on the speaker and even had a dance partner for some of it. Before you start wondering who it was...just remember we were on a stagette party and what stagette party wouldn't be complete without a blow up man! Yes people, me and "Joe Blow" aka "Willy Wonker" aka "ugly blow up man" were just tearing it up on that speaker. I think he enjoyed himself too cause after that he went crowd surfing....seemed like he had a good time too.
After that we went to another bar and it was rumored that the rapper Nelly was in the club. Well I just about lost it when I heard that cause after all, why on earth would he choose to hang on out Hdot when he can go anywhere else in the world! Let's see how that conversation went..."well boys, let's go out tonight...let's go to Hdot, NS...I hear that's a cool place...fire up the jet." I laughed about that all night long and made fun of anyone who mentioned wanting to see him...I mean, how absurd? Really?! Once we got back to the hotel my Farty Cousin said she saw Jesse McCartney, a singer with a hit song on the radio right now. I laughed even more because this was just getting better....first Nelly was in town and now Jesse McCartney...what next? We laughed and I continued with..."oh look, Elvis in the Bathroom... oh and did you see Will Ferrel on the way home... look who's at the door, it's P Diddy!"....and on and on....to the point where we were laughing hysterically at my Farty Cousin. Come to find out, they did see Jesse McCartney and have a pic to prove it and Nelly was on the rooftop of the bar we were at - just didn't see him. I guess I was proven wrong...but boy it was funny!
The next morning a few of the ladies weren't feeling peachy keen...but managed to make it home safely and without bathroom stops so all in all it was a great success! We lost "Joe Blow" aka "Willy Wonkers" aka "ugly blow up man" somewhere at the second bar...it's very sad. He was deteriorating through the night as he had a balloon animal made "mid section" that busted at the first bar and after my stint with him he was deflating...he was probably in the worst shape of all of us so it's best he stayed out all night. I hope he's happy in whatever garbage bin he managed to sleep in!
"When I grow up...I wanna be famous..." - Pussycat Dolls
Anyways, my wrap was great and we left there to go to the hotel. We relaxed in the room and prepared for the festivities. The first activity was pole dancing. What a hoot that was! Picture 18 ladies trying to fling themselves gracefully around a pole. I've never felt so un-sexy in my life. I was trying to exude hotness, but don't think I succeeded. I managed to leave there with bruises all over the place from dropping to the ground like a sack of potatoes a few times and ramming my ankle on the bottom of the pole. I really have a new found respect for the ladies that do this for a living...it's hard work...hard to do the maneuvers and hard to stay sexy during the whole thing...kudos ladies!
We left there, grabbed a bite and made our way back to the hotel to get prettied up. Once we were ready the games began! One of the games was "Hit the mint across the room". We had a bottle in the leg of a pair of pantyhose wrapped around our waist so that the bottle dangled between our legs....get it?....ok now that you have the visual, we then had to make the bottle swing to hit the mint that was on the floor and make it roll across the room. Boy, I'm pretty good that game! My hips were a major assets this time cause I could shake them to knock over my opponents and then swing my "bottle" to win the game...I knew they'd come in handy at some point. After that we had some drinks and made our way to dance club numero uno. We worked our magic on the bouncer and got in for free and made our way to the dance floor. We dominated the dance floor...and the speakers....hard to believe that 25 small town ladies could bust up a place like we did that night. The bar was packed and there were even other stagettes and still we took over the place. I enjoyed my spot on the speaker and even had a dance partner for some of it. Before you start wondering who it was...just remember we were on a stagette party and what stagette party wouldn't be complete without a blow up man! Yes people, me and "Joe Blow" aka "Willy Wonker" aka "ugly blow up man" were just tearing it up on that speaker. I think he enjoyed himself too cause after that he went crowd surfing....seemed like he had a good time too.
After that we went to another bar and it was rumored that the rapper Nelly was in the club. Well I just about lost it when I heard that cause after all, why on earth would he choose to hang on out Hdot when he can go anywhere else in the world! Let's see how that conversation went..."well boys, let's go out tonight...let's go to Hdot, NS...I hear that's a cool place...fire up the jet." I laughed about that all night long and made fun of anyone who mentioned wanting to see him...I mean, how absurd? Really?! Once we got back to the hotel my Farty Cousin said she saw Jesse McCartney, a singer with a hit song on the radio right now. I laughed even more because this was just getting better....first Nelly was in town and now Jesse McCartney...what next? We laughed and I continued with..."oh look, Elvis in the Bathroom... oh and did you see Will Ferrel on the way home... look who's at the door, it's P Diddy!"....and on and on....to the point where we were laughing hysterically at my Farty Cousin. Come to find out, they did see Jesse McCartney and have a pic to prove it and Nelly was on the rooftop of the bar we were at - just didn't see him. I guess I was proven wrong...but boy it was funny!
The next morning a few of the ladies weren't feeling peachy keen...but managed to make it home safely and without bathroom stops so all in all it was a great success! We lost "Joe Blow" aka "Willy Wonkers" aka "ugly blow up man" somewhere at the second bar...it's very sad. He was deteriorating through the night as he had a balloon animal made "mid section" that busted at the first bar and after my stint with him he was deflating...he was probably in the worst shape of all of us so it's best he stayed out all night. I hope he's happy in whatever garbage bin he managed to sleep in!
"When I grow up...I wanna be famous..." - Pussycat Dolls
Monday, July 21, 2008
Go Karting....
....so I went to Pdot today and there's some of that lovely road construction going on. The road is blocked for probably 2 miles so it takes forever to get through. I was on a side road so I just merged when the traffic went by. Whoever the guy was in front of me clearly had no idea what side of the road we had to be driving. I couldn't see so I just followed him while we weaved back and forth through all the pylons. I wondered what on earth was going on at the first swerve to the other side of the road...but thought well I didn't ever go through here and the guy in front of me lives at the point so he would obviously know what to do....but after the tenth go around the pylons I realized I was a moron for following this YOUNG GUY!!! and he was just having fun. I started to laugh and felt foolish for Go-Karting in Pdot. The guy holding the Slow/Stop sign didn't think it was funny cause he gave me a mean dirty look when I drove by at the end of the construction....Oh well!
"Back, Back, forth and forth..." - Aaliyah
"Back, Back, forth and forth..." - Aaliyah
Friday, July 18, 2008
Hdot...
...so I tried all morning to get Elton tickets and had no luck. Had the computer and two phones on the go and still couldn't get through. I'm disappointed...but I suppose I'll get over it. It's hardly the end of the earth...just something I really wanted to do. Oh well...
Sooooo tomorrow I'm off on a Stagette in Hdot! I'm quite excited to go. I'll have fun even if we end up playing skip boo all night long. It's just nice to get out with some girls, talk about "stuff" and get prettied up. We're leaving early tomorrow morning and my main concern is figuring out when I'm going to buy my coffee! I opted to drive then I'd be in control of the Tim runs but the first one isn't for about 45 minutes...not sure if I can hold out that long at 7:30 am...know what I mean? I think I'm gonna have to go with the gas station coffee to hold me over till Timmies. The problem with gas station coffee is that it often taste like the bottom of an ashtray...or what I would assume that would taste like. I think it's cause they make it right away when the place opens which is sometime around the crack of dawn and people only show up there at normal time which is after 8 ish...coffee sitting on a warmer then results in an icky taste. Gee, now I'm talking myself out of that option. Anyways, the funny thing with Stagettes is that they totally differ from Stag Parties. The guys want to do outdoor-sy type stuff, then eat fattening stuff, drink beer, burp and fart, look at naked ladies and pass out. Girls tend to go shopping, go get pretty, then go out to eat somewhere fancy, then go get pretty again, then play games that involve saying the P word, then touch up the prettiness, then go dancing then go to bed. It's weird how our brains don't think the same, eh? I've told you before, I'm not She She Poo Poo so getting pretty isn't my forte. I know there are a few girls that do a good job so I'm sure they'll help me out. Those are the same girls that buy new high heals to go out dancing...NOT ME...give me comfy FLAT sandals so I don't fall all over the place and I'm happy as a clam. So maybe you'll see us out on the town tomorrow night...despite my uncool attire, I'll be the one shaking my "tailfeather"like there's no tomorrow...and I think that counts for something!
"She's got electric boots a mohair suit...You know i read it in a magazine" - Elton John
Sooooo tomorrow I'm off on a Stagette in Hdot! I'm quite excited to go. I'll have fun even if we end up playing skip boo all night long. It's just nice to get out with some girls, talk about "stuff" and get prettied up. We're leaving early tomorrow morning and my main concern is figuring out when I'm going to buy my coffee! I opted to drive then I'd be in control of the Tim runs but the first one isn't for about 45 minutes...not sure if I can hold out that long at 7:30 am...know what I mean? I think I'm gonna have to go with the gas station coffee to hold me over till Timmies. The problem with gas station coffee is that it often taste like the bottom of an ashtray...or what I would assume that would taste like. I think it's cause they make it right away when the place opens which is sometime around the crack of dawn and people only show up there at normal time which is after 8 ish...coffee sitting on a warmer then results in an icky taste. Gee, now I'm talking myself out of that option. Anyways, the funny thing with Stagettes is that they totally differ from Stag Parties. The guys want to do outdoor-sy type stuff, then eat fattening stuff, drink beer, burp and fart, look at naked ladies and pass out. Girls tend to go shopping, go get pretty, then go out to eat somewhere fancy, then go get pretty again, then play games that involve saying the P word, then touch up the prettiness, then go dancing then go to bed. It's weird how our brains don't think the same, eh? I've told you before, I'm not She She Poo Poo so getting pretty isn't my forte. I know there are a few girls that do a good job so I'm sure they'll help me out. Those are the same girls that buy new high heals to go out dancing...NOT ME...give me comfy FLAT sandals so I don't fall all over the place and I'm happy as a clam. So maybe you'll see us out on the town tomorrow night...despite my uncool attire, I'll be the one shaking my "tailfeather"like there's no tomorrow...and I think that counts for something!
"She's got electric boots a mohair suit...You know i read it in a magazine" - Elton John
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Parking...
...so I read in the paper that the guy who owns a restaurant near Peggy's Cove is now charging $5 to park your car on his lot...if you end up buying something from him he'll reimburse the $5. People are outraged...and really I have to disagree. There is free parking at various locations, but people tend to park in his lot. Everything costs money now and he's just trying to make a living. I mean, the hospital charges you to park there and most of the time it's not a choice to even be there...if you gotta go you gotta pay. Heck, hotels charge like $20/night to park your car to then pay to stay the night and we all do it...what's the big deal for this guy to ask $5? ANd how freakin often do you even go there...maybe once a year...holy hannah...why are we even talking about this?
Seriously, I'm upset with Gas Prices, the Markets, the "Sunday Drivers", the fact that my DVR isn't recording 2 things at the same time all of a sudden....let's not sweat the small stuff people...really. I lose $5 in change between my seat and my cup holder at least once a month...big hairy deal. I'm a cheapo, but not that cheap. If I'm gonna go there to see the sights and I decide to park in dude's parking lot, the least I can do is give him $5...after all, it's his money that paid for the lot in the first place! Cripes, the government charges people to get into Parlee Beach...it's a natural landmark and we pay to do that on vacation. Fiew...let's even go a bit farther...there's toll booths on highways...aren't we paying enough in taxes to make roads that they shouldn't need to charge us more!! We all pay that. Heck, we even pay $5 to go down Magnetic Hill even though we know we're going downhill and there really isn't a trick to it!!
Cut this guy some slack...he has a family to feed too...give him $5 and smile. Could be worse...if the government owned it we could be paying to park there out of our tax dollars each and every paycheque!
"Heal the world...make it a better place..." - Michael Jackson
Seriously, I'm upset with Gas Prices, the Markets, the "Sunday Drivers", the fact that my DVR isn't recording 2 things at the same time all of a sudden....let's not sweat the small stuff people...really. I lose $5 in change between my seat and my cup holder at least once a month...big hairy deal. I'm a cheapo, but not that cheap. If I'm gonna go there to see the sights and I decide to park in dude's parking lot, the least I can do is give him $5...after all, it's his money that paid for the lot in the first place! Cripes, the government charges people to get into Parlee Beach...it's a natural landmark and we pay to do that on vacation. Fiew...let's even go a bit farther...there's toll booths on highways...aren't we paying enough in taxes to make roads that they shouldn't need to charge us more!! We all pay that. Heck, we even pay $5 to go down Magnetic Hill even though we know we're going downhill and there really isn't a trick to it!!
Cut this guy some slack...he has a family to feed too...give him $5 and smile. Could be worse...if the government owned it we could be paying to park there out of our tax dollars each and every paycheque!
"Heal the world...make it a better place..." - Michael Jackson
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Back to work...
...so I was at Music Camp all last week with a bunch of kids aged 10-14...what a hoot! I forgot what it was it was like being a teen and boy did I get a refresher course last week. You have the girls dolling up for the boys' attention, you have the boys that act like jocks, the boys that are more shy then the two groups making fun of each other....a few tears were shed, but nothing major. See ,when I was that age I remember having little crushes on all my leaders...I think that's one thing that's changed with this generation...they didn't seem to crush on the male instructors which is probably a good thing I guess. Must be we were just boy crazed! I was thought of as the cool leader though -or so I was told anyways...and I'll wear that hat proudly! Not sure if it was my jokes or my Tina Turner impression that did it...either was I was pleased. "Rollin', Rollin', Rollin' on the river...do DO dododo DO dododo..." I had some wonderful dance moves to go with the song too....well they were wonderful in my head anyways.
I took my little one to my aunts camp this weekend. He had fun, but he did go through a cranky spell. He was perfect when there was just a few of us there, but decided to whine when there was a camp full of people. That was fun, I tell you. He'd whine and I'd look at him....and instead of yelling I always try to reason with him. So I'd say : "boy, I know it's rough being 1 and a half...life is tough...but you're going to have to learn to suck it up....whining and crying gets you nowhere...so lets breathe and stop this foolishness" Then I get his response to that..."Uh OH" and WHACK - his sippy cup in my face. Apparently he wasn't having what I was saying.
My fat lip has since gone down...
"I'm not a perfect person.......but I continue learning" - Hoobastank
I took my little one to my aunts camp this weekend. He had fun, but he did go through a cranky spell. He was perfect when there was just a few of us there, but decided to whine when there was a camp full of people. That was fun, I tell you. He'd whine and I'd look at him....and instead of yelling I always try to reason with him. So I'd say : "boy, I know it's rough being 1 and a half...life is tough...but you're going to have to learn to suck it up....whining and crying gets you nowhere...so lets breathe and stop this foolishness" Then I get his response to that..."Uh OH" and WHACK - his sippy cup in my face. Apparently he wasn't having what I was saying.
My fat lip has since gone down...
"I'm not a perfect person.......but I continue learning" - Hoobastank
Monday, July 7, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
A good laugh...
...so I'm not too sure how many of you drive through Arcadia, but I had a good laugh driving through today! On that straight stretch near the inlaws house someone put up a sign....apparently they want to sell their land...or so I think...the sign says:
"LAND FOR-SAIL"
Might want to check out the spelling before putting up a sign. Common people! HAHAH!
"I saw the sign...and it opened up my eyes..." - Ace of Base
"LAND FOR-SAIL"
Might want to check out the spelling before putting up a sign. Common people! HAHAH!
"I saw the sign...and it opened up my eyes..." - Ace of Base
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Never know what you'll read in the paper...
...so today I was reading the good old Chronicle Herald and came across an article with the title "Flasher on the loose in New Minas". Well, I just had to read about that as I figured it was some kind of play on words and wasn't about what I thought it was about. To my surprise it wasn't about a blinker or a broken light, but actually about a man flashing his privates to various people in the neighborhood. This lady recants her story about this man walking up towards her with his hands near the "area"...she quickly got in her car and locked the door to suddenly see his mid section in her window and voila...out came Mr. Pecker! Now comes for the quote of the day, in my opinion...
"It was so fast, and honestly so small, that I actually, seriously, had to think, ‘Did I really just see that?’ " she said."
BAHAHAHAHA...now that's a blow to Mr. Pecker! Oh and the story gets better....well sorry, I don't mean to sound insincere, but seriously, it doesn't get much funnier than this in the paper!
Apparently this same guy followed an 82 year old woman on Sunday and flashed her too. This is what they wrote about that incident:
"For Sunday’s victim, it has been an eye-popping couple of weeks. Ten days ago, she was walking her dog in the village’s recreation park and came across two teenagers having sex in a baseball dugout. "If it’s going to happen to anyone, it’s going to happen to me," the woman said."
Poor lady...that's quite the week...
"Rocket Man burning out his fuse up here alone..." - Elton John
"It was so fast, and honestly so small, that I actually, seriously, had to think, ‘Did I really just see that?’ " she said."
BAHAHAHAHA...now that's a blow to Mr. Pecker! Oh and the story gets better....well sorry, I don't mean to sound insincere, but seriously, it doesn't get much funnier than this in the paper!
Apparently this same guy followed an 82 year old woman on Sunday and flashed her too. This is what they wrote about that incident:
"For Sunday’s victim, it has been an eye-popping couple of weeks. Ten days ago, she was walking her dog in the village’s recreation park and came across two teenagers having sex in a baseball dugout. "If it’s going to happen to anyone, it’s going to happen to me," the woman said."
Poor lady...that's quite the week...
"Rocket Man burning out his fuse up here alone..." - Elton John
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
"Everybody's workin for the weekend..."
...so it seems like on Mondays I'm already planning for Fridays...are y'all doing the same thing? There's always something going on. We had a busy weekend last weekend and it seems like this coming one will be the same.
Last weekend the Oceanographer retired so all his teacher friends threw him a party on Friday night. That was interesting...apparently I was a good student...most of them claim to have liked me in class...not sure if that was the alcohol talking or if they just didn't have the heart to tell me I was annoying. The Oceanographer has pulled many pranks over the years and many were brought up that night. One good one was when he was teaching in the classroom directly above Mrs.T's classroom. He'd found that one of the floor tiles could be removed exposing a small hole to her classroom. He'd wait till he'd see her walk by and with perfect timing, he'd drop a brand new piece of chalk on her head! It wouldn't be long before you'd hear the high heals stomping up the stairs to yell at him....his students loved it. Then there was the time Mrs. T had bought a new dress. This dress was one she had saved her money to buy...you know...THEEEEEE DRESS...and boy was she proud. She walked in the Staff Room, sporting her lovely new dress and the Oceanographer yells out...."Who's curtains were those?" Well...needless to say, she never wore the dress again! We had a good laugh and a good cry...he will be missed in the hallways by all.
We also went to my friend Preggo#2 's 30th Birthday Party. Her little girl was so proud that it was her mommy's birthday. All she could say was "Happy Birthday Mommy!!" and when she was asked how old her mommy was that day, she'd respond "Mommy's real old!" It's too bad Preggo#2 is Preggo cause I bet she would have wanted a good stiff drink that night! HAHA!
Well I've talked long enough...time to get back to work...and get another cup of coffee. I've slacked on the Timmies lately and just drinking the office brew. My drive-thru rage was causing me stress...
"Age ain't nothing but a number" - Aaliyah
Last weekend the Oceanographer retired so all his teacher friends threw him a party on Friday night. That was interesting...apparently I was a good student...most of them claim to have liked me in class...not sure if that was the alcohol talking or if they just didn't have the heart to tell me I was annoying. The Oceanographer has pulled many pranks over the years and many were brought up that night. One good one was when he was teaching in the classroom directly above Mrs.T's classroom. He'd found that one of the floor tiles could be removed exposing a small hole to her classroom. He'd wait till he'd see her walk by and with perfect timing, he'd drop a brand new piece of chalk on her head! It wouldn't be long before you'd hear the high heals stomping up the stairs to yell at him....his students loved it. Then there was the time Mrs. T had bought a new dress. This dress was one she had saved her money to buy...you know...THEEEEEE DRESS...and boy was she proud. She walked in the Staff Room, sporting her lovely new dress and the Oceanographer yells out...."Who's curtains were those?" Well...needless to say, she never wore the dress again! We had a good laugh and a good cry...he will be missed in the hallways by all.
We also went to my friend Preggo#2 's 30th Birthday Party. Her little girl was so proud that it was her mommy's birthday. All she could say was "Happy Birthday Mommy!!" and when she was asked how old her mommy was that day, she'd respond "Mommy's real old!" It's too bad Preggo#2 is Preggo cause I bet she would have wanted a good stiff drink that night! HAHA!
Well I've talked long enough...time to get back to work...and get another cup of coffee. I've slacked on the Timmies lately and just drinking the office brew. My drive-thru rage was causing me stress...
"Age ain't nothing but a number" - Aaliyah
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