My feelings are hurt. I travelled all the way to New York to watch the maple leafs play the islanders. I even went to the morning skate and wished some of them my personal support. I EVEN went in the islanders dressing room, took Ryan Smyth's skate off of it's hook..........and then put it back. I thought the leafs didn't need my help. In retrospect I should have stolen his skate so he would have had to play the game with only one skate, because apparently the leafs couldn't win. Not to mention the fact that a drunken moron islanders fan was grabbing my shoulders and rocking me back and forth every time they scored. Until eventually I turned around and told him to get his hands off of me. Which prompted him to say "can't touch him" over and over again, and clapping his hands about 3 cm from my ears. But other than this experience the trip was great. The game was fun too, just wish the lafs had won. We went shopping a lot, Dad and I played a lot of hockey on friday, we went to the bentley/lamborghini dealership and checked out cars, went to see a play at Dad and Paula's church, and did some other fun stuff!
pet peeve: People who have no concept of others or politeness. If I stand in the cold blowing wind for 13 seconds just to keep a door open for you........you MIGHT as well just say thankyou or even just make your eyes look at me to achknowledge I exist and the door didn't just magically hold itself open.
well.....Shara.....I hope you are feeling better if you read this. Get well soon. But on the plus side.....you've got a sweet tv and a fun new computer to play with. :) Alas, it is 7:28am. I have to leave the house by 7:30am. I haven't showered, made a lunch, or gotten dressed yet. I should probably think about getting ready to go. Yep. I will.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Missed Opportunities
Do you ever have an idea......but it's too late to go through with it? You know like coming up with a great way to propose after you are already married, or thinking of a great birthday gift for someone after you already gave them what you had picked out earlier. And by the time you come up with the great idea......it's too late. Or is it? The reason that I say this is because not long ago was St.Patricks day and all I did to spread Pat's love and cheer around the office was to wear my favorite shirt. I realize now I should have done more.
St. Patrick was an amazing man. He deserves more props than just me wearing my awesome shirt. Mad props to Pat. He was born in 385 A.D. and at 16 he was sold into slavery, similarily to Joseph, from Joseph and the technicolour dreamcoat. Although st. Patrick didn't wear a coat of colours that we know of, and he certainly didn't wear anything as cool as my Dublin vision shirt, he was a slave for 6 years before he escaped with the help of the underground railroad.
To honour his heroism and defeat of tyrany, I figure I should probably escape something too. But the only place I am required to be is the office. So i'm just going to walk out tomorrow with no warning. Me escaping work will symbolize St. Patricks escape from Slavery. And if I get in trouble I'll claim religious injustices and prejudice and i'll probably end up getting a raise or even promoted.
St. Patrick was also said to have preached a sermon on a hill that ended up driving every snake out of ireland. So I figure I should probably kill all the snakes in our office, too. Actually ireland wasn't home to any type of snake and neither is the office that I work at, so i'll just have to bring one in an kill it for everyone to see. If St. Patrick can make change in all of Ireland, I think I should at least do something to change the office. Sometimes a great idea is good, even if the idea that you had would have been better to do before the idea actually came to you.
St. Patrick was an amazing man. He deserves more props than just me wearing my awesome shirt. Mad props to Pat. He was born in 385 A.D. and at 16 he was sold into slavery, similarily to Joseph, from Joseph and the technicolour dreamcoat. Although st. Patrick didn't wear a coat of colours that we know of, and he certainly didn't wear anything as cool as my Dublin vision shirt, he was a slave for 6 years before he escaped with the help of the underground railroad.
To honour his heroism and defeat of tyrany, I figure I should probably escape something too. But the only place I am required to be is the office. So i'm just going to walk out tomorrow with no warning. Me escaping work will symbolize St. Patricks escape from Slavery. And if I get in trouble I'll claim religious injustices and prejudice and i'll probably end up getting a raise or even promoted.
St. Patrick was also said to have preached a sermon on a hill that ended up driving every snake out of ireland. So I figure I should probably kill all the snakes in our office, too. Actually ireland wasn't home to any type of snake and neither is the office that I work at, so i'll just have to bring one in an kill it for everyone to see. If St. Patrick can make change in all of Ireland, I think I should at least do something to change the office. Sometimes a great idea is good, even if the idea that you had would have been better to do before the idea actually came to you.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Victory for the Leafs, Nacho's on my face.
I checked out ticketmaster today at work to see if there were any leafs tickets and I noticed some were coming available now and again so I phoned Becca and she thought it would be awesome if I went (even though she was gonna be stuck at work, she is so amazing) so I bought a ticket and drove from Listowel to Toronto, stopping at home to change into some jeans and grab my ultra-sweet official Leafs Practice Jersey made by Reebok. Here is me on the way to the game.
It was the Leafs vs. the New Jersey Devils and the last time they played, A player from the Devils, Cam Janssen put Tomas Kaberle on a stretcher with a dirty hit, and tonight Wade Belak of the Leafs fought Cam Janssen and punched him in the face several times. It was one of the best fights I have ever seen. The fight alone was well worth the price of admission!! Anyways, the game was awesome, we won! I sat next to a drunk guy who was about my age and would spit his beer and nachos in my face when he talked to me. And I am not exagerating to make it sound funny. He was literally spitting chunks of nachos and bud light in my face and on my neck when he would talk to me. Yet I am wise in these situations. I sat back, so his nachos and beer missed me, and landed on the woman and child sitting in the row in front of us. Other than that, he was a real nice guy. Him and his buddy. They both work for AGF Mutual Funds which was cool because we know some of the same people. Small world. Coincidence. Nachos. On my face. Nacho deflection through wisdom/strategy. Excellent night. I only wish Becca was there with me.
It was the Leafs vs. the New Jersey Devils and the last time they played, A player from the Devils, Cam Janssen put Tomas Kaberle on a stretcher with a dirty hit, and tonight Wade Belak of the Leafs fought Cam Janssen and punched him in the face several times. It was one of the best fights I have ever seen. The fight alone was well worth the price of admission!! Anyways, the game was awesome, we won! I sat next to a drunk guy who was about my age and would spit his beer and nachos in my face when he talked to me. And I am not exagerating to make it sound funny. He was literally spitting chunks of nachos and bud light in my face and on my neck when he would talk to me. Yet I am wise in these situations. I sat back, so his nachos and beer missed me, and landed on the woman and child sitting in the row in front of us. Other than that, he was a real nice guy. Him and his buddy. They both work for AGF Mutual Funds which was cool because we know some of the same people. Small world. Coincidence. Nachos. On my face. Nacho deflection through wisdom/strategy. Excellent night. I only wish Becca was there with me.
Rage on the Highway
Oh yes. It was rage on the highway. Last week I was driving to work, and this man in a van in front of me felt the urge to drive particularily slow. It was an 80 zone and he was doing around 68-71 KM/H. Most people do at LEAST 90 in an 80 zone. But he was in a work van and was obviously taking his sweet little time because he was on the clock. Which is fine by me. Good for him. So I went up behind him and flashed my lights to say "allow me to pass or hurry up" and then backed off so I wasn't tailgating him. He then slowed down even more, and when I would move left to see if there were any cars coming so I could pass he would swerve left too and block my line of sight. Then when I did try and pass he slammed on the gas and wouldn't let me. So I got back in behind him and he slammed on his brakes and I almost smashed into him. What in the world is this dudes PROBLEM!!! So being the calm, cool-minded individual that I am...I waited for an opportunity to pass and when I got in front of him I slammed on my brakes and made him swerve so hard he fishtailed into the shoulder and almost crashed. In case the police are reading this, this is all fabricated. I am a liar. I have a lying problem. For everyone else, this is the truth. These events are not fabricated. I am not a liar. So he got all mad and got up on my tail again which led me to believe he enjoyed it the first time I slammed on my brakes. So I did it again. Usually when people do this they just tap their brakes to scare the other person behind them. I'm telling you I hit my brakes SO hard , I was straight up disrespecting my brakes. He fishtailed again and the on-road battled continued for some 10 more minutes before we parted ways. I am now about to leave for work again. It is 7:22am in the morning. Eastern Standard time. It's also 11:23 pm in Fiji. Pray for me as I head into battle once more. And then probably again every day this week, pending the outcome of the battle today.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Spaceships and Temper Tantrums
Today when I got home from work, I went to sit on my couch to relax after a long day at the office. Except my couch was covered in dog hair. I hate that! I usually just take a pillow and whoosh all the dog hair off the couch. This seems disgusting to most. "Wait, does he just leave the dog hair on the floor after he gets it off the couch?" Yes. I do. Which makes me wonder why I only wear black socks. Maybe I should change that. Anyway, I was really annoyed with the dog hair, i'm fed up. I don't want the dog on the couch. But then I smelt the couch because it stank. Like....dog. I could only smell 20% couch, 80% dog. Or at least thats how it seemed. It may have been 25% couch. So now i'm mad at the hair AND the smell. I was fed up. So I took a temper tantrum. I grabbed another pillow and began furiously swinging it at the couch like I wanted to kill it, trying to get the rest of the dog hair off. I noticed some hair on the arm of the couch. I couldn't swing down towards it because that would knock it off of the arm and onto the cushion. Pointless. So I swung the pillow upwards at the hair, and ended up missing the arm of the couch and smashing my lamp, which then fell over as the light bulb shorted out after making a bright blue flash.
Now I was really mad. In the back of my mind I knew I needed to vaccuum the couch. But now I had to fix the lamp too. So I stomped into the kitchen to get a lightbulb and noticed there were a bunch of cardboard and some plastic wrappers spread messily on the counter which cluttered things and needed to go in the garbage. This mad me even more mad. There was an open cupboard door, so I kicked it shut, really hard out of anger. It's not that I hadn't seen the mess on the counter in the morning, but after the hair, and the lamp.....you know. So I cleaned that off the counter and went to put it in the garbage. The garbage was bursting full. Now I had to take the garbage out. Greaaaat. So I did that. I came back in and washed off my hands. Now my hands were wet and I needed to dry them off. So I went to get a dry cloth out of the cupboard and pulled the cupboard door right off. Apparently when I kicked it shut, it broke. So I threw the door on top of the fridge. Problem fixed. Then I went about vaccuuming the couch, fixing the lamp, and made myself some macaroni and cheese. Ahhh, temper tantrum over! Now I can relax and watch some tv as I eat! I sat down on my clean couch which smelt especially good now, after I soaked it in febreeze. I usually spill less food all over myself if I put my plate on one of our pillows. That way the food has less distance to travel from the plate to my mouth. So I grabbed a pillow and set my plate on it and began to eat while watching judge judy. Finally someone else with problems. Then I smelt something. Sniff.....sniff sniff. EWW! WHAT in the WORLD is that smell?! I looked down at the pillow that my food was sitting on and it had my dogs anal juices on it!! These are the fluids that leak from her anal glands. AHHHHHH!!!! I almost threw up as I carefully took the pillow and threw it in the bathtub. Then sat back down and waited for my stomach to settle. By the time that happened my macaroni was cold. Freekin macaroni. But I ate it cold anyways, because thats just how it is. I wasn't getting up again to lift another finger. Sometimes you gotta do that kinda thing you know, it helps you feel better. It feels like somehow you are sticking it to the man, or to whatever made all that crap happen to you. The lamp, the cupboard door, the hair, the mess, the anal juices. So you eat the macaroni. And it's cold.....and it sucks. But you are proving a point, you know. By eating the macaroni. Cold.
Then tonight I took maggie for a walk and it sounded like there were spaceships flying all around above my head. SERIOUSLY!!! There were all these weird noises that sounded half like an airplane and half like a spaceship. The sounds were so close theres no way they were planes. Maybe they were spaceships. The things in the spaceships were probably who made my day so problematic. And they were trying to fly at me because they were mad that I ate my macaroni cold.
Other than that I got a wicked deal on skates last night!
Now I was really mad. In the back of my mind I knew I needed to vaccuum the couch. But now I had to fix the lamp too. So I stomped into the kitchen to get a lightbulb and noticed there were a bunch of cardboard and some plastic wrappers spread messily on the counter which cluttered things and needed to go in the garbage. This mad me even more mad. There was an open cupboard door, so I kicked it shut, really hard out of anger. It's not that I hadn't seen the mess on the counter in the morning, but after the hair, and the lamp.....you know. So I cleaned that off the counter and went to put it in the garbage. The garbage was bursting full. Now I had to take the garbage out. Greaaaat. So I did that. I came back in and washed off my hands. Now my hands were wet and I needed to dry them off. So I went to get a dry cloth out of the cupboard and pulled the cupboard door right off. Apparently when I kicked it shut, it broke. So I threw the door on top of the fridge. Problem fixed. Then I went about vaccuuming the couch, fixing the lamp, and made myself some macaroni and cheese. Ahhh, temper tantrum over! Now I can relax and watch some tv as I eat! I sat down on my clean couch which smelt especially good now, after I soaked it in febreeze. I usually spill less food all over myself if I put my plate on one of our pillows. That way the food has less distance to travel from the plate to my mouth. So I grabbed a pillow and set my plate on it and began to eat while watching judge judy. Finally someone else with problems. Then I smelt something. Sniff.....sniff sniff. EWW! WHAT in the WORLD is that smell?! I looked down at the pillow that my food was sitting on and it had my dogs anal juices on it!! These are the fluids that leak from her anal glands. AHHHHHH!!!! I almost threw up as I carefully took the pillow and threw it in the bathtub. Then sat back down and waited for my stomach to settle. By the time that happened my macaroni was cold. Freekin macaroni. But I ate it cold anyways, because thats just how it is. I wasn't getting up again to lift another finger. Sometimes you gotta do that kinda thing you know, it helps you feel better. It feels like somehow you are sticking it to the man, or to whatever made all that crap happen to you. The lamp, the cupboard door, the hair, the mess, the anal juices. So you eat the macaroni. And it's cold.....and it sucks. But you are proving a point, you know. By eating the macaroni. Cold.
Then tonight I took maggie for a walk and it sounded like there were spaceships flying all around above my head. SERIOUSLY!!! There were all these weird noises that sounded half like an airplane and half like a spaceship. The sounds were so close theres no way they were planes. Maybe they were spaceships. The things in the spaceships were probably who made my day so problematic. And they were trying to fly at me because they were mad that I ate my macaroni cold.
Other than that I got a wicked deal on skates last night!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Rock Bass Valentine
Recently it has come to my attention that certain waiters and waitresses at a certain restaurant that starts with Boston and ends with Pizza, ask people for donations to a certain charity. It was brought to my attention today at Boston Pizza by my waitress.
As she hands us the bill she explains that if we donate money to the un-named charity then we get to write our names on a plastic heart and they will stick it on the wall somewhere. Boy was I motivated. I donated a dollar. It was the least I could donate. Well. Technically I could have donated less, like 1 penny. But that's currently not how I roll.
While i'm on the topic, Becca and I are likely buying a house this summer. I am insisting we get a hot tub. Does she dare resist my insist? no. We will probably buy something small and make it nice. I would rather have a small house with nice things in it, than a rather large house that comes with a massive mortgage payment, which leaves no money for us, and no hot tub. Is this acceptable? No. It would be nice to get a big LCD tv too, like Troy and Shara. But for us, out of the budget. Speaking of budgets.........no, never mind.
I tried to find a picture of a rock bass to show all of you but all I found was this picture of some random guy holding some massive fish. Good enough.
As she hands us the bill she explains that if we donate money to the un-named charity then we get to write our names on a plastic heart and they will stick it on the wall somewhere. Boy was I motivated. I donated a dollar. It was the least I could donate. Well. Technically I could have donated less, like 1 penny. But that's currently not how I roll.
While i'm on the topic, Becca and I are likely buying a house this summer. I am insisting we get a hot tub. Does she dare resist my insist? no. We will probably buy something small and make it nice. I would rather have a small house with nice things in it, than a rather large house that comes with a massive mortgage payment, which leaves no money for us, and no hot tub. Is this acceptable? No. It would be nice to get a big LCD tv too, like Troy and Shara. But for us, out of the budget. Speaking of budgets.........no, never mind.
I tried to find a picture of a rock bass to show all of you but all I found was this picture of some random guy holding some massive fish. Good enough.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Popularity Stealer
Hmmmm....interesting. I just Googled myself because I always hear people on TV talking about "oh I googled him" or whatever. So I wondered what would come up if I "googled" myself. It's come to that. I'm that bored. I'm googling myself.
Anyway, when I googled my name I didn't find pictures of myself. No no. I found pictures of a young man who shares the same name as me. A considerably younger man. In fact judging by the pictures i'd say he's about 7. Pissed? A little.
Anyway, when I googled my name I didn't find pictures of myself. No no. I found pictures of a young man who shares the same name as me. A considerably younger man. In fact judging by the pictures i'd say he's about 7. Pissed? A little.
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