I’m Sorry.
Yes, it is in poor taste to yell “TSUNAMI!” when 9 people dive in to destroy & devour a gingerbread house. Yes, we laughed anyway. Thanks Mel! Continue reading I’m Sorry.
Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
Yes, it is in poor taste to yell “TSUNAMI!” when 9 people dive in to destroy & devour a gingerbread house. Yes, we laughed anyway. Thanks Mel! Continue reading I’m Sorry.
Oh the sloth that I’ve been experiencing this week. It’s so glorious it’s almost unbearable. I’ve done nearly nothing in the past three days. In fact, I’ve done so little that I almost feel guilty about it. Almost – not quite. Saw The Life Aquatic on Sunday night. I loved it, though YMMV. It’s absolutely … Continue reading Three Toed Beastie
I don’t have a problem with the whole Boxing Day Week Shopping Extravaganza. I can choose to participate or not, as I see fit. But seriously people – do you have to run out and buy the stores out of EVERYTHING? All I wanted was a couple of basic dishcloths. Mine were lookin’ a little … Continue reading Take it Easy
Wanted: Three Two ONE!(get ’em while they’re hot people!) friends who wants to go see Santa vs. The Snowman in all its IMAX glory either Wednesday or Thursday night (7:00pm showtime). all gone! I won 4 tickets on the radio, and even though it’s cheezy, it could quite possibly be fun. Leave a comment if … Continue reading WANTED
I had a steak so good last night, I dreamt about it. Literally. I went to sleep and had a dream, and the steak was a prominent character. Then I woke up at about 3:30am and didn’t get back to sleep until 4:30am. And I still made it to work for 7:00am, because I must … Continue reading mmmmmmmmeat
Translink has just expanded their Night Bus service. Good news for those of us out in the ‘burbs who aren’t super keen on forking out $20 for a cab every time we party downtown a little past 1:00am. Unfortunately, and I only speak for myself here, those of us who are perhaps not as good … Continue reading Night Owl
Exactly one other person will get that title. Don’t try to figure it out, you’ll hurt yourself. Beer. Hockey. BERTUZZI. Hockey. Iginla. Beer. PEE. Giggles. Syncrhonized chair dancing. More Beer. Cutest baby. DID I MENTION BERTUZZI?!?!? Another beer. More Hockey. Not enough jumpin’ around. SPIT-ACTION!!! Greasy Meat. Home. Best. Sunday. Night. Ever. Continue reading My Bank Sucks… or Does it…