Funny story for the end of the day. Hooray!
On Tuesdays it is my responsibility to go to the bank and post office for work. It doesn’t take that long (Everything is about a block away), and isn’t very hard to do, but it lets you get out of the office for a while. Sometimes if people are sick or busy, I have to go to the bank and post office on their scheduled day. I don’t mind.
At the bank I always get the same teller. (Is that what they are called now? Customer Service Representatives maybe?) The only boy teller. For the past four months he has never really said anything to me. “Is that everything” or “hi”. It is better that way, get in, get out. That is my motto.
However, a couple of weeks ago (Shortly after I developed brown hair) the bank teller became my best friend. And would always finish what he was doing to help me…even if other tellers were open. And would talk my leg off the whole time! Usually about nothing, or quasi stupid things.
He told me about the paper cut on his finger, or about how he had slept in that morning, he gave me a detailed weather report one day, and made me time how long it took him to do my deposit the next time. The guy is okay, but always secretly wish that another teller will open up fast so I don’t have to talk to this guy now. Maybe we are friends; maybe I am one of the only regulars he has.
But yesterday, the conversation took a weird turn. After asking me when I was getting off work and telling me he walks past our office everyday (Thank goodness I don’t have windows in my personal office) He said, “When can I see you next?”
Oh my barf! What?!?
So I said, “Well, next Tuesday, when I come to the bank again.”
“Well what about Friday?”
I froze. Was the bank teller asking me out? Could he do that? Weird.
“Well, I, ah, uh….” I didn’t know what to say.
“Don’t you bring your deposit in on Fridays?”
“Oh! Sometimes I do come in on Fridays. We will have to see.”
And with that I bolted as fast, yet classy as I could. How embarrassing!
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Show Me Your Ankles!
What a blurry weekend and beginning of the week it has been. I have developed a permanent pounding headache due to the lack of sleep, but somehow it was all worth it in the end.
After a low key, One Tree Hill filled Thursday and Friday, we all decided to make complete fools of ourselves and try our hand at karaoke. It was a funny night filled with awkward conversations in the bank parking lot, a mean Chinese waitress, spilling water on Jenny and inappropriate songs. But all in all a good time. (And I did buy some of the gum from the bathroom…I thought it was funny.)
Last night we had speed dating for FHE. And somehow I think the Speed Dating Gods smiled on me. Sometime the three minutes seemed like a lifetime, and sometimes way too short. But all in all, I talked to some pretty nice guys, and even met a few new ones.
Last night, following FHE and very small amounts of arm-twisting, I decided to hit up the post FHE bowling. Now I am not really a fan of bowling, first of all, I am really not good at it….at all, proof and point being that I scored an all time new low with 37 points. Boo! Also, I don’t understand the slippery shoes, short of good for dancing with following a spare or strike, they just seem awkward and ugly. And lastly, the whole issue of the nickname. Letting other people pick your name sometimes lands you with something that is not fitting to you, (I’m not really a Killa D kind of girl) and then there is intense pressure to come of with something creative and expressive. Too hard. Why can’t I just write Denise, and get on with the game. But it is a new year with new friends and a new hair colour, I guess we just have to try new things as well.
Following the bowling debacle, we ended up at Denny’s. I have explained my dislike for Denny’s before, and trust me, this was no different. But I had a surprisingly good time. We told funny stories about Kraft Dinner soup and Bread Dog, tried to make friends with the creepy lady who kept walking in and out and sent the waitress back 4 or 5 times while we talked instead of looked at the menu. It was a good time, and surprisingly the food wasn’t that bad either. We stayed there and talked until 3 am, when we finally decided to go home, partly because we all had laughed too hard, and Amy fell asleep in the booth. This morning I only quasi regretted my decision to stay out that late, as it was incredibly hard to get out of bed.
A big thanks to Flick for reviving one of my favourite FHE activities and for making the boys move right instead of left. To Trevor who is just a cute as ever with the dark hair (plus now we are matching). To Jenny for inspiring the whole trip to the mall, and the purchase of the hot tactile shirt. And finally to Sarah, who I owe my whole life and about $26.00. Without her, I would have made it home and in bed at a reasonable hour.
Happy Tuesday! Here is to more misadventures, no matter what the outcome may be.
After a low key, One Tree Hill filled Thursday and Friday, we all decided to make complete fools of ourselves and try our hand at karaoke. It was a funny night filled with awkward conversations in the bank parking lot, a mean Chinese waitress, spilling water on Jenny and inappropriate songs. But all in all a good time. (And I did buy some of the gum from the bathroom…I thought it was funny.)
Last night we had speed dating for FHE. And somehow I think the Speed Dating Gods smiled on me. Sometime the three minutes seemed like a lifetime, and sometimes way too short. But all in all, I talked to some pretty nice guys, and even met a few new ones.
Last night, following FHE and very small amounts of arm-twisting, I decided to hit up the post FHE bowling. Now I am not really a fan of bowling, first of all, I am really not good at it….at all, proof and point being that I scored an all time new low with 37 points. Boo! Also, I don’t understand the slippery shoes, short of good for dancing with following a spare or strike, they just seem awkward and ugly. And lastly, the whole issue of the nickname. Letting other people pick your name sometimes lands you with something that is not fitting to you, (I’m not really a Killa D kind of girl) and then there is intense pressure to come of with something creative and expressive. Too hard. Why can’t I just write Denise, and get on with the game. But it is a new year with new friends and a new hair colour, I guess we just have to try new things as well.
Following the bowling debacle, we ended up at Denny’s. I have explained my dislike for Denny’s before, and trust me, this was no different. But I had a surprisingly good time. We told funny stories about Kraft Dinner soup and Bread Dog, tried to make friends with the creepy lady who kept walking in and out and sent the waitress back 4 or 5 times while we talked instead of looked at the menu. It was a good time, and surprisingly the food wasn’t that bad either. We stayed there and talked until 3 am, when we finally decided to go home, partly because we all had laughed too hard, and Amy fell asleep in the booth. This morning I only quasi regretted my decision to stay out that late, as it was incredibly hard to get out of bed.
A big thanks to Flick for reviving one of my favourite FHE activities and for making the boys move right instead of left. To Trevor who is just a cute as ever with the dark hair (plus now we are matching). To Jenny for inspiring the whole trip to the mall, and the purchase of the hot tactile shirt. And finally to Sarah, who I owe my whole life and about $26.00. Without her, I would have made it home and in bed at a reasonable hour.
Happy Tuesday! Here is to more misadventures, no matter what the outcome may be.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Next Time You Are Crying That You Can’t Find A Nice Guy, Just Remember He Is Doing His Home Teaching.
A glorious bright morning to you all. Here is to temperatures on the positive side the whole rest of winter.
No super exciting stories are swirling around, however, Ginger and Sarah are moving out at the end of the month, which I still do think is weird. I am just tired of people asking if we are fighting. Think what you want, me and Flick have given up trying to convince people otherwise. Besides, we get one of the hottest new roommates ever. (And I would say that even if she wasn’t reading this.) And hopefully the internet soon…I miss Charlie the Unicorn.
Thanks to boys that do your home teaching. Yes, you did win points with me. But how come this is always the excuse for not excepting an invitation. Does saying you are doing your home teaching make you look like less of jerk. I guess I really can’t get mad if that is really what you are doing but how many girls use visiting teaching as their excuse? I guess we don’t have to because boys don’t really make invitations to do something. Snap! (And yes, I said that a lot cooler than MTM)
Congrats to the Fuji apple for winning the First Ever Denise Garner Apple Taste Test. And sorry to Red Delicious for being the obvious loser. Better luck next year.
Here’s to all kinds of home teaching getting done, and for being Lionel Ritchie the Third. What are we going to do when those guys go home.
No super exciting stories are swirling around, however, Ginger and Sarah are moving out at the end of the month, which I still do think is weird. I am just tired of people asking if we are fighting. Think what you want, me and Flick have given up trying to convince people otherwise. Besides, we get one of the hottest new roommates ever. (And I would say that even if she wasn’t reading this.) And hopefully the internet soon…I miss Charlie the Unicorn.
Thanks to boys that do your home teaching. Yes, you did win points with me. But how come this is always the excuse for not excepting an invitation. Does saying you are doing your home teaching make you look like less of jerk. I guess I really can’t get mad if that is really what you are doing but how many girls use visiting teaching as their excuse? I guess we don’t have to because boys don’t really make invitations to do something. Snap! (And yes, I said that a lot cooler than MTM)
Congrats to the Fuji apple for winning the First Ever Denise Garner Apple Taste Test. And sorry to Red Delicious for being the obvious loser. Better luck next year.
Here’s to all kinds of home teaching getting done, and for being Lionel Ritchie the Third. What are we going to do when those guys go home.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Thought for the Day
"I wanna hang a map of the world in my house. Then I'm gonna put pins into all the locations that I've traveled to. But first, I'm gonna have to travel to the top two corners of the map so it won't fall down." - Mitch Hedberg
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Funny How Quickly Time Passes
Welcome to the random Tuesday. This week has been relatively story-less but I decided to bring out something from the days of yore. These are questions from my old blog, dated Wednesday, May 8, 2002, updated for 2007. Scary to think that was almost 5 years ago!
Sorry, real updates will happen as soon as something worth while happens, until then, thanks for the memories.
Where did you meet your best friend?
I guess more importantly than that, I guess I have to define who my best friend is. I don’t think I am the kind of person to have just one best friend for the rest of my life. I think a best friend is a thing of the moment and with every stage in your life, there will be a new friend to help you along.
Jenny Olsen: Proof that you can go from barely talking to each other and living across the street from each other to best friends, in a relatively short time. Jenny understands so many things that mean so much to me. The reality of getting a wonderful, degree-based job having a major in the Humanities. She understands the importance of the Relief Society. And know how to put Preference in its proper perspective. Our hour(s) long car talks are filled with shared ideas, and probably lots of carbon monoxide.
Ashley Flickinger: One of the only people to see me cry. Really cry. Knows how to heal a broken heart with cheesecake, and will probably make up a song about it too. The only person I have ever moved away from that I wished that I hadn’t, and cheered the day she came back as my roommate. Someone to giggle with in Ward Council, take random drives to Coaldale/Del Bonita with (All while singing Night Drive and Mexico at the top of our lungs) and still let each other be individuals.
My Mom: I always think it is cheesy when people say their mom is their best friend, no…your mom is your mom. However, my mom is the person who loves me more than anything. Who celebrates when something goes well, even if it is just a yes to Preference and comforts me when things turn bad. The first one to know all of my stories and the most called number on my cell phone. My mom really is the best lunch date money can buy.
What is your pet peeve?
Bossy people. Or I guess I should say, people who think they are helping by trying to change who you are. Sorry, I like McDonalds, and I understand I need to clean my room, and no, I don’t like beads. Thanks though.
Who is your celebrity crush?
I really only have real crushes, but Luke Wilson is my celebrity counterpart.
What was your best job?
It is hard to pick, there were so many that were so wonderful. The only problem is that it was really never the job that was so wonderful, more the people or the circumstances.
The Brooks Health Centre had wonderful ladies who really cared about what I was doing with my life. I continued to visit them for the next couple of years. Plus, it had all the free apple juice and yogurt I wanted.
The Brooks and District Museum taught me that local history can be great and even super humorous. Road trips with new coworkers, while super awkward can also be a good bonding experience.
Working for the Town of Brooks (I guess now City of Brooks) was super awesome, it gave me a chance to spend some of the finest summer days at the Brooks Pool, Library and even Duke of Sutherland to take pictures and show people the finer side of Brooks. Plus, I only saw my boss on the first day of work, and the last day.
What was your worst date ever?
I have shared this story almost as much as I have shared the Tim Horton’s Breakup. It involves an orange truck, and orange hair. Ask me if you need more details.
Are you neat or messy?
I know people are probably screaming, messy, messy, messy. But, if I go to your house and your bathroom is messy, I will clean it. Sorry.
What's your motto?
Hard work, will, determination, and grace, too. (Thanks TTH)
What was your strangest dream?
Strange in deed. When I was in High School, I had a dream I was driving to my wedding in a black two-door car. I never did get a look at the groom, but I did remember something odd about this car. It had giant, hole in the middle of the windshield. A couple of years later, when I was in college, I met this guy, and we were good friends. One day he offered to give me a ride home, and was very excited to show me his new car. When we got to it, there was the car from my dream, complete with the giant hole in the windshield. (He ended up marrying someone else, sadly)
Who would play you in the movie of your life?
Unless I was dead, I would hope that I could star in my own movie about my life. Wouldn’t it be a funny movie? And Flick and Jenny can make the soundtrack.
Monday, January 08, 2007
The Curse Of The Brown Hair
The Curse of the Brown Hair, it sounds like it should be a title for a Nancy Drew story. Hopefully one that Ned is in, because the stories that he is in are always better than the ones where is at school, or something stupid like that. Or maybe the Hardy Boys could make a cameo.
The hair has seemed to have worked some of the magic that I hoped it would. I am seriously convinced that boys now days have a real thing for brunettes. (Maybe it is just fun-er to say brunette, than blonde.) Think about it….Jennifer Schnell…brunette, Katie Homes…brunette, Liz Taylor (and she had a ton of husbands)...brunette and finally…the Mona Lisa…blamo…brunette.
Yesterday, I noticed more than anything, boys new love with dark hair. Guys just kept coming out of the wood work to talk to me about my new tresses. Old loves, new friends, people I have never even talked to and even some of those who I thought would never talk to me again, all seemed to have to come over to comment on my hair.
The girls on the other hand, remain strangely quiet about it. None of the ladies at work said anything, not a word. I keep checking my hair, thinking maybe it was only a dream that it was really darker. The only one who said anything…was my boss…a male. The one girl that did speak up, told me my hair makes me look old. Not really the greatest complement.
On top of the silent girls, the hair has seemed to bring a small amount of bad luck. A sad conversation at church yesterday, and some trouble on a file at work today. It is all manageable, but unnecessary stress. Now, I am sure all of this would have happened had I gone on as a blonde, but I am going to blame it on my chocolate locks.
I guess I will just carry on as usual. And enjoy the extra attention, until people forget that I once was a blonde. And then ca-chow, hit them with the blonde hair again.
The hair has seemed to have worked some of the magic that I hoped it would. I am seriously convinced that boys now days have a real thing for brunettes. (Maybe it is just fun-er to say brunette, than blonde.) Think about it….Jennifer Schnell…brunette, Katie Homes…brunette, Liz Taylor (and she had a ton of husbands)...brunette and finally…the Mona Lisa…blamo…brunette.
Yesterday, I noticed more than anything, boys new love with dark hair. Guys just kept coming out of the wood work to talk to me about my new tresses. Old loves, new friends, people I have never even talked to and even some of those who I thought would never talk to me again, all seemed to have to come over to comment on my hair.
The girls on the other hand, remain strangely quiet about it. None of the ladies at work said anything, not a word. I keep checking my hair, thinking maybe it was only a dream that it was really darker. The only one who said anything…was my boss…a male. The one girl that did speak up, told me my hair makes me look old. Not really the greatest complement.
On top of the silent girls, the hair has seemed to bring a small amount of bad luck. A sad conversation at church yesterday, and some trouble on a file at work today. It is all manageable, but unnecessary stress. Now, I am sure all of this would have happened had I gone on as a blonde, but I am going to blame it on my chocolate locks.
I guess I will just carry on as usual. And enjoy the extra attention, until people forget that I once was a blonde. And then ca-chow, hit them with the blonde hair again.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Out of the Us or the Hatchet, I Decided to Bury Us.
Well Everyone,
I know it is a little late, but welcome to 2007. Hopefully this year has been the one that we have all been dreaming of. Although I think I said that last year...and well, we all know that wasn't the year dreams are made of...maybe nightmares.
However, I guess from my previously posted emo-ness, I decided to get a backbone this year! Hooray! Thanks to my famous sister in law for inspiring me this Christmas. I really am tired of being a sell out and furthermore, being part of a clique that only exists in our own mind. Sorry for the anger and blunt-ness.
Exciting news, I am now officially a brunette! Hooray for me! I tried last year, but it just came out this weird gray colour. Definitely not what I was expecting. But now, with the help of my darling Jenny and some Havana Nights Hair Dye, nothing can stop me.
Well, I really think this is the year of new beginnings. In the six days that have transpired since I was able to ring in the new year with some of my favourite people have been draining both mentally and physically. Hopefully things get better from here. Come in like a lion goes out like a lamb....I know it isn't March, but I think it fits.
Here's to 2007. May it be exactly what it is suppose to be, whether good or bad.
"You know I'll always love you, but right now I just don't like you."
I know it is a little late, but welcome to 2007. Hopefully this year has been the one that we have all been dreaming of. Although I think I said that last year...and well, we all know that wasn't the year dreams are made of...maybe nightmares.
However, I guess from my previously posted emo-ness, I decided to get a backbone this year! Hooray! Thanks to my famous sister in law for inspiring me this Christmas. I really am tired of being a sell out and furthermore, being part of a clique that only exists in our own mind. Sorry for the anger and blunt-ness.
Exciting news, I am now officially a brunette! Hooray for me! I tried last year, but it just came out this weird gray colour. Definitely not what I was expecting. But now, with the help of my darling Jenny and some Havana Nights Hair Dye, nothing can stop me.
Well, I really think this is the year of new beginnings. In the six days that have transpired since I was able to ring in the new year with some of my favourite people have been draining both mentally and physically. Hopefully things get better from here. Come in like a lion goes out like a lamb....I know it isn't March, but I think it fits.
Here's to 2007. May it be exactly what it is suppose to be, whether good or bad.
"You know I'll always love you, but right now I just don't like you."
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Welcome to 2007
And just look at that clique
Do you really wanna be the star of it?
You are a sell out
But you couldn't even do that right
So your price tag has been slashed
And now you're chilling on a half priced clearance rack
Do you really wanna be the star of it?
You are a sell out
But you couldn't even do that right
So your price tag has been slashed
And now you're chilling on a half priced clearance rack
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