At The Least Can We Be Friends?

Who knew that Halloween was going to be such a big deal at the office today? Mind you, no one dressed up, but everyone and I mean everyone is wearing black and orange. I am wearing black, but only because I wear black everyday. There is more candy being passed around than I have seen in a while, and some one brought in Halloween cookies. I really don’t remember last year being this elaborate. And now I just look the like Halloween Grinch. When did we get such a festive office? I am too nervous for Christmas now.

I spent last night making up posters to get everyone excited for Preference. And to be honest, I am nervous for the Fall Frenzy that is about to occur. We all remember the lyrics to ‘The Truth About Preference’, don’t we?

“Your visiting teaching companion is staring you down, ‘cause you just asked the same guy and if you go, oh she will beat you down.”

It’s funny because it is true. Here’s hoping that I can stay far away from any fall out that might occur.

Thinking:

It’s about time we called a truce. We don’t really want to do this, do we?

Slip sliding away.

Lots of love, but Good Luck and God Speed with the future, if you need it.

It Could Be Worse

So bored with listening to the same songs over and over, all day, for eight hours on my ipod, I recently started bringing old CDs from my collection to the office. And I am beginning to think if there is one thing that we need to bring back in a major way, it is the good ol’ mixed CD. Hear me now, believe me later.

One of my favourite episodes, of my favourite new show, How I Met Your Mother, the main character is trying to win back the girl of his dreams and decided he needs to make some sort of grand gesture. His friends ask him how he is to go about winning back this girl, and his simple answer is, mixed CD.

Preference dates of yore have all been won over with the powerful CDs that I make. As we are all given different talents in this world, I must admit that one of my talents is making a mean mix. (Testify ladies who received ‘A Year In The Life’ last year.) That and also that I have a weird talent of snapping loudly. Not really that useful in everyday life.

I love every aspect of the CD creation. From finding the songs, carefully choosing the song order, writing the liner notes, coming up with a title and cover, it seems to be one of my only artistic outlets.

Just happy with the weirdly named CDs I have today. And a flash back to all of my favourites from the early 2000s. (Have we figured out this decade yet?!?)

Pretty happy today. I have spent most of the day working hard, and eating all the weird Halloween candies I won at FHE last night. Does it seem horrible to you that a small, and I am talking small bag of Fuzzy Peaches is 45 calories? There are approximately 44 calories in an apple. I think I would take the apple over the 10 candies I received.

We played the old standby “Two Truths and One Lie” game for FHE last night. Wherein, I cleaned up. It isn’t that I have awesome powers of discernment, but the people made their lies so lame. Plus when questioned further the stories they came up with to justify their lies, their stories were just lame. No one got my lie. No, I don’t like olives. But no one questioned it because I have a pretty good olive knowledge. Am I a good liar, or a good storyteller. Or are good storytellers, just good liars?

Finding it:

Hard to let go and lose, especially to her.

Hoping that:

That the rest of the afternoon goes just as quickly as the morning.

Good Luck, and by all means, God Speed.

Windows Open And Close, That’s Just How It Goes

I don’t know that I actually believe it myself, but one of my coworkers just asked me if I had a “Case of the Mondays”. Now, if this lady has seen Office Space, I will be shocked and amazed. I don’t think she has seen any movie after 1972. My quiet, blog-filled day seems to be a little busier than I first anticipated, and being about twenty minutes late for work really didn’t help matters much.

I started the weekend as close to Denial as one can actually get. By Saturday, I had moved right on to Anger, and as of yesterday, I am well on my way to Bargaining. According to all sources, I gave up just in time, but I am having a hard time believing that today. I wrote the book, “We Didn’t Date, But We Sure Broke Up”, shouldn’t this be easier? Other distractions seem to be few and far between, and dating other people. What happened to my safety net?

Alright, on to other news, there is no need for you to know all of the non-dramatic drama I have. Not much too excited is going on. I looked pretty good for the Halloween Dance. I am so bored with dances, but then again haven’t I always. But the Halloween Dance is always kinda fun because people really put a lot into costumes. People kept coming up to talk to me, and it would seriously take a few minutes for me to realize who I was talking to.

Sorry for just the short post today. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

Here’s to:
A short day today, and a well planned afternoon. Just what I need

Rocking the straight hair again, and really quite enjoying it.

Jimmy Eat World. Solace for the soul.

Doing okay with what I’ve got.

And seeing blue skies on the horizon.

Thanks to God for more than just good luck.

I'm looking for a nice way to say I’m out. I want out.

Only Time Will Tell If I Am Right Or I Am Wrong

A big thank you to the Beatles for helping me get through the day. I brought some of my older CDs to work today, and have been listening to Beatles classics all day. I don’t spend a lot of time listening to much the Beatles recorded before 1966, so it was a treat to hear some of the cheesy, boy band-esque songs again.

When I became a Beatles fan, I decided to buy the albums in order of release. Because of our small and limited CD resources in Brooks (Who didn’t love Rockin’ Ronnies…well other than the fact they charged me $35.00 for each Beatles CD I bought.), often I would have to wait weeks for a new all album to arrive. So in my early, high school days as a Beatles fan, I only owned the first four albums, from Please Please Me to Beatles for Sale. It wasn’t until a few years later that I realized the joys of Sgt Peppers and Abbey Road. I still have yet to actually own the White Album.

With the Halloween dance on tomorrow night, I am still trying to find a costume. But really, I am pretty sure that I am just going as the same thing I have been for at least the past two years…hot girl with wings. I know it isn’t very original, but is anyone really going to care what I dress up as? I don’t think so. And shouldn’t it be better to look good rather than scary, or unrecognizable? Besides, isn’t Halloween just a chance to tart it up a little more than usual?

Not much in terms of news for everyone. It has been a pretty quiet couple of days. A super congrats to the EAG winning the Gold Medal. Too bad Anne Shirley won the Avery.

After a few of days of contemplation, I think it is over much sooner than it ever began. Sorry. I gave it my best. Only 250 days, 19 hours, 33 minutes of effort. Here’s hoping that something new does take that long. Although at this stage, I am excited for the future, and don’t think it will be hard to replace. But then again, I think that is what I said before.

Good luck to all of us. Thanks for everything and nothing at the same time.

Here’s to the future being a bit brighter.
Please, please God speed this time.

Contemplating The Unthinkable

Just when I was beginning to think all hope was lost, ‘The Secret’ has thrown a new mix of people to hear all of my stories and to laugh at all my jokes.

Considering that everything really funny, from Bread Dog to Macaroni Soup and Guy with the Orange Truck to Shirtless Weightlifter, (Don’t you wish you knew all of these stories? Chances are you already do.) happened years ago, most of my friend have heard all of these tales at least once or twice. But with a new group of admirers in the wings, I am free to tell all of them again and again without too many groans.

Being in another contemplative mood today, I only give you a story. And lucky for everyone, you get the Shirtless Weightlifter today.

Too long ago, I was in college and living with my grandparents. I didn’t have a car, nor know that many people, oh yah, and my grandparents, especially my grandma were adamant that I stay away from boys at all costs. This meant no dating, no getting rides home from boys and especially not hanging out at a boy’s house. I never quite understood these rules, and only somewhat followed them. Subsequently in later years, my grandparents would push all boys, from those who where engaged to missionaries at me.

After three short days in Lethbridge, came my first YSA dance. I had befriended a girl in my program at school, and went to her house that night to get ready for the dance. The dance was as lame as they always were and are, however towards the end of the dance, my friend and I were approached by a guy that was hosting a party. He begged and pleaded with us to come, and when my friend turned down the invitation, he asked me if I still wanted to go. I told him that I didn’t have a car, and would have to turn down his invitation as well. He begged me to reconsider and promised me that he would drive me home after the party.

Against my better judgment, I decided to go with him to his house on the Westside. When we got to his house, we found his roommates on the couch playing video games and eating Burger King (which I think is why I am not overly fond of it today.) and we waited and waited and waited for people to come to the “party”. After about 45 minutes I realized that no one was really coming to this party and asked him if he could take me home. He insisted that people were still coming, and gave me the tour of his house.

Finally we got to the basement and he shut the door behind him. My heart started racing and all of the Young Women’s lessons that I had ever been taught came flooding to my mind. My party planning friend then proceeded to take off his shirt, panicking now, I wondered what my grandmother would say, that is, if I ever got out the basement.

Before I knew it, my new friend started lifting weights, talking up how much he could lift. (Although, he was really, really skinny and well, he was only lifting the bar. There weren’t even weights on it!) After watching this mess for too long, I realized it was 2:00am, and begged him to take me home.

He drove me home, complaining the whole time that he had to drive me all the way to the Northside and that he had to put a shirt on. When we finally got the house, I jumped out of his car without so much as a goodbye and walked up the dark driveway and into the dark house.

Thinking and hoping that my grandparents were asleep and that I could just sneak in and go to bed, I quietly opened the door. When I got into the dark house, I was greeted by my grandmother waiting by the dark stairs for my return. My grandma began questioning me where I was and what I was doing.

Not knowing much, but knowing enough to not tell my worry-prone grandmother that I went to a strange boy’s house, where he proceeded to take off his shirt; I told my grandma that I had fallen asleep at my friend’s house.(I am going to Hell for that, I know.)

Whatever happened to the boy? Has he won over any other girls with the same trick? Did he ever throw a successful party? No one knows. But heaven knows I have gotten a lot of wear out of his antics. (Although, I once told the story to my dad who wasn’t overly impressed.)

I leave you with the following metaphor.

Cookies are great. Really they are. Sometimes store bought cookies are good, and sometimes store bought cookies are bad. The only real way to know is to give them a try, and figure out what you like and what you don’t like.

But not much can compete with a homemade cookie, and it is really hard to go back to any store bought cookie, whether good or bad after you have spent so much time and energy making a homemade cookie.

Well, good luck. God speed.
Apparently passive aggressive tactics don’t work.
One day we will get this figured out.

What's There Left To Wait For?

Seriously, how is it Monday again? There is no way that the weekend went that fast. And considering that all of my dreams this weekend were work related it really isn’t that fair that I have to be here today.

Anyone who knows me understands that I am not really a super fan of change. I really do love all of those who I spend the majority of my time with. And after six months…no wait, nine months (how is that possible?) of hanging out with the same people, I have really never gotten that bored. I know what we like, and what we don’t like, what the topics of conversation are most likely to be and where we are bound to go and bound to do. It is very comforting.

But on the flip side, recently I have gotten restless in our predictability. It feels like I know the punch line before the joke is even ever told. And as much as I want everything to stay the same, mostly because it is easy and familiar, I need something else. Time wasting is only fun for so long.

So Jenny and I, in an effort to move ahead or at least take an aside, decided to attend a party hosted by an old friend of Jenny’s. We shopped for a new outfit (or two), tarted ourselves up, and drove all the way to the party.

Nervous, hesitant, and maybe a little bit hopeful, we pulled up in front of the house and I turned off the car. We sat there in the dark and in silence for a few minutes, until Jenny finally spoke up and said, “Can we just go home?” I agreed and we drove away without entering the unknown.

I know, I know. You are probably all screaming something about how once we got inside it wouldn’t have been that bad, and maybe ‘Mr. Right’, ‘Mr. Right Now’, or even ‘Mr. My cousin is your Mr. Right’ would be there.

But, weirdly, it just seemed too hard.

What happened to us? When did we turn into these people? Have months of predictability made us incapable of even attempting the unknown? Or were we just feeling guilty for betraying our own kind and trying to fix something that really wasn’t broken?

Maybe we can try again next weekend? Maybe we shouldn’t bite off more than we can chew? Maybe we should just be happy with what we have? Maybe this is all we really need?

But, I am still at a loss.

“Somewhere out there is a guy that can’t wait to tell everyone he is your boyfriend. Stop goofing around, and go find him.”

Here’s to:

Funny times with my parents.
As one person commented to me, “Your craziness makes so much sense now that I have met your parents.”

Wonderful times with Keely! Can’t wait to see you again.

Two failed Karaoke attempts. Is that even possible?

Loving the dark hair again. Thanks Jenny!

Flick, live and in person! The rock wall is great!

Some sort of weird night with the Trivial Pursuit savant.

Even luck can’t save us now.
Please, God speed.

Don’t It Feel Like Sunshine After All

Well, we made it to the end of the week! How wonderful is that? I laid in bed this morning, listening to the lame chatter on the radio, thinking of how wonderful tomorrow’s sleep in will be.

No major plans for the weekend, thus far. Some ideas have been thrown around, but to be honest, I am just content spending quiet nights with those that I love.

When did I get so old? Seriously. I have been content over the past month with just simple get-togethers. Whether playing a game of Apples to Apples, where all the players actually know who Anne Frank is, or enjoying the perfect hot chocolate and jazz music at my favourite Mocha Cabana, or curled up on the couch with our latest TV DVD addiction. (Me and Jenny are totally loving ‘How I Met Your Mother’.)

Thanks to everyone. I am loving every minute with you all.

Last night we also enjoyed my only real culinary masterpiece, the Oreo Cheesecake. Here comes the segue, get ready for it.

Years and years ago, when I was the ripe age of 19, I worked as a receptionist for a pipeline welding company. The other girls in the office would bring in some sort of dessert every Friday for everyone to share. Every week the desserts became more and more elaborate, by the time my turn came around to bring something to the office, it wasn’t good enough just to bring cookies or doughnuts.

Feeling at a definite loss as to what to make, I paced up and down the isles at the grocery store trying to find some sort of inspiration. Finally on one of the last isles, I saw a picture of the most delicious cheesecake on the front of a box. I picked up the box, perused the recipe on the back, and hesitantly decided to give making this cheesecake a whirl.

I love to cook, but had never really undertaken something so seemly difficult as a baked cheesecake. Turns out it was much easier than I ever expected and became a huge hit at the office. I had just cranked the dessert club up another notch. I soon began to experiment with other cheesecake flavours, but soon just stuck with the original Oreo cheesecake.

During the past seven years of cheesecake making, I have made this cake for everyone and anyone and every occasion you can imagine. But I think last night, all of the stars aligned and the Gods smiled on us as we ate the finally perfected cheesecake. It really couldn’t have looked or tasted any better.

Wondering:
If my sudden hearing loss going to be long lasting, and if sign language is difficult to learn.

Thinking:
Waffles are... just fancy pancakes.

Love to all.
Thanks to God for more than just the good luck.

The More Things Change, The More Things Really Stay The Same

Can you believe it? Today is my two year blogging anniversary. (Only I would celebrate that.) It is hard to believe that after 229 post, and two draft entries that I just can’t bring myself to get rid of, here we are.

That is approximately 114 posts a year, with an average of 9 posts a month. Not bad considering we have to go weeks or even months without hearing from some of you.

It is funny to think how things having really not changed. Sure some of the players might be different and the locations have been modified, but other than that, it’s the same stories, situations, feelings and without a doubt, same song lyrics.

What will the next two years hold? One can only guess. But chances are it won’t be too far off from where we are now.

Here’s to:

An honour just to be nominated, and that’s all. It is too much work to start over.

Two more years of the same nonsense! Thanks for reading it though.

Good Luck. God Speed.

There Is No One Compares With You

Well, another weekend has come and go, and all without a haircut, again. (Don’t panic, one day I really will get it cut.In the mean time, just love me the way I am, long hair and everything.) And as a result it is another straight-haired day at the office.

We did finally see Across the Universe to which I give mixed reviews. Maybe I am too much of a realist, and don’t really appreciate art films the way I really should, but here are my opinions if you care.

Pros:

Wonderful music. For the most part the movie stayed true to the original composition. And it was good to see a highlight of some of the more unknown Beatles songs.

Multiple Beatles references. For a Beatles fan like myself, all the references to Maxwell’s Silver Hammer, The Cavern Club, She Came In Through the Bathroom Window and rooftop concerts were not lost.

Jude…or whatever his real name is. A Paul-esque character with an amazing voice and it doesn’t hurt that he is super cute.

Making new fans or at least introducing people to The Beatles. As much as I have tried, I just couldn’t do it alone.

Cons:

Now it is funny that everyone is named after a Beatles song. Jude, Lucy, Max, Prudence, Sadie and sadly, even Jo-Jo. But some of the characters truly serve no purpose in moving the story along. What is up with Prudence?

I really enjoyed the beginning of the movie. And the end was tolerable. But the middle. What? A weird rendition of I Am The Walrus as preformed by Bono, and an even stranger version of Being For The Benefit of Mr. Kite. All sense of the story seemed to be lost in the middle, and only slightly picked up at the end again.

Call me unromantic, call me a cynic, but I really don’t believe the love between Jude and Lucy. Oh, I believe that Jude loves Lucy. I think he is someone that wears his heart on his sleeve and falls hard for any girl that comes along. But Lucy. What is her motivation?

Should you go see this movie?

Sure, if enjoy the Beatles (the music really was wonderful.) and loved Romeo and Juliet, Moulin Rouge, or any other artistic film of that nature. But I recommend waiting for cheap night.

Here’s to:

More chili than I ever want to look at again. Thank goodness that is over…for this month at least.

Richard G. Scott. Remember how we are best friends now?

The Mocha Cabana. Hot chocolate, spinach dip and everyone I love. How could I go wrong?

Quiet Sunday nights and bringing back the Naan.

Thanks to everyone who helped make this weekend a success.

No need for luck, just lots of love and speed from God.

I'm Here, I'm Now, I'm Ready

Here's hoping you all had an enjoyable Thanksgiving and/or Columbus Day.

I am feeling better. Thanks for asking. The cold has now just moved to the annoying stages of illness but with out all of the extra attention and sympathy. Now people are more fed up with the constant cough rather than concerned. Hoping to be at 110% in no time.

Considering that I really haven’t been to work in a week, things are going pretty good today, and surprisingly everything stayed relatively organized. I am just grateful for the busyness of today, the day has raced by. It will be the weekend before we know it.

Alright on to what you are all really interested in hearing about. The Jimmy Eat World Concert.

First, let me tell you the very small list of things I was unimpressed with.

1. Standing. By the end, I was wishing I had brought different shoes, or that the floor wasn’t made of concrete.

2. Lack of personal space. I never thought I was claustrophobic, but turns out, I am. Pushing and shoving does not a better concert make.

3. Security. I am always willing to go through metal detectors or have my bag searched; going to Washington DC prepared me for that world in which we now live. However, the personal searches, highly violating.

4. The opening band. Meh. Stop drinking beer on stage. It really doesn’t make you look that cool.

So now on to the things that I loved.

1. The Lighting Guy! You are totally awesome! About a quarter way through the concert, we moved away from the craziness of the front and moved back by the sound stage. What a great chance to see the behind the scenes workings of the concert.

2. A sneak peak at the setlist. I am not one for surprises.

3. A perfect rendition of our new song of the year “Work” and loving, “23”

4. Time with everyone I love. Friends and Family finally co-mingling.

Great concert. Surpassing The Tragically Hip and inching out Sharon, Lois and Bram for the best concert, thus far.

Check out pictures here, here and here.

I’m on my feet
I’m on the floor
I’m good to go.
Now all I need is just to hear a song I know.

Good luck. God Speed. Lots of Love.

I Had A Feverish Dream

So on Wednesday, I was unwell but optimistic, by Thursday I was tired, unable to breathe but still the best looking sick person, and now today, Friday, I am just waiting to be put out of my misery.

I did take yesterday off from work. I figured there was no sense being too much of a hero, and as a result, I slept for about six out of the normal eight hours that I would have been working. A feverish viewing of The Office with everyone that I love, and copious amounts of Nyquil rounded out my day.

So this morning I woke up near tears because I was still so tired and because I had gone to best looking to worse looking sick person. But knowing that the office would be short staffed today, I put on my best looking clothes, made my hair a good as possible and hoped everyone would overlook the rest of the mess.

Well, overlook they have. Now in my feverish state I am wondering if I even came into the office at all, or is this just some dream or hallucination. In everyone’s defense, if someone came into the office as unpleasant as I am, I would probably stay away from them as well. No sense in other people being sick for the long weekend.

Selfishly, I am still awaiting the bravery points that are owed to me for at least attempting to do some work. But sadly the only people who would be impressed at not here. Our Office Manager has the day off and my boss is still MIA. To be honest, I am hoping he comes in soon so that I can tell him a few things and then go home.

Other than my general whine, not much is going on. I am hoping to be better in the next couple of days.

Well, I think I have used up the last of my energy to write this blog. Don’t worry, things will look up sometime soon. I think I have devised a plan to leave the office anyways. Really, no one can make me stay, can they?

Keep on rocking in the free world.

Good luck. God Speed.

I'm Down For Whatever

Well, I mocked fate a little too much and as a result I think I am in the beginning stages of the cold that has wreaked havoc on so many people before me. You know how the story goes, starting off with the sore throat, cough, inability to stay awake for more than three minutes at a time.

So even though I am not feeling 100%, I decided to come into work, complete with my voice being a good two octaves below normal and a very attractive hacking cough. I figure if you call in, you seem like a baby. If you come in all gross and poor looking, you look like a fighter. “Even though I am dying, I have put my own life on the line to knock out a few letters today.”

Plus, really, I just need to bank my sick days for when I really need the mental health day, and not just battling a little cold. However, it is 2 ½ hours after I came in under the weather, albeit hot, and still no one has said anything to me about my bravery despite my ill health. But then again no one really talks to me at work, so why would I be surprised that they aren’t talking to me now. (Although they all had plenty to say about my straight hair) C’est la vie.

Don’t worry; I am not that sick, just more complainy. But what else is new, really?

Not much to present to you all in terms of news. Mostly just trying to get through the rest of this week, so we can finally celebrate our long weekend. If there is a holiday that I love, it is Thanksgiving. And if there is a time of year that I love more than anything, it is General Conference. And surprisingly both of them are combined this year.

First of all my love for Thanksgiving. More than anything, we need more holidays dedicated to food. Yes, Christmas has food associated with it, as does Easter, but Thanksgiving is only about the food. Finally a day that I don’t have to buy any presents, or watch 80 renditions of A Christmas Carole. Think about it, a whole day off work where the only real thing you have to do is eat turkey. A holiday even I can get into celebrating.

I have to admit that Conference wasn’t necessarily my favourite, by any means, growing up. Due to a lack of Mormons in the Brooks area, they don’t show Conference on TV. So we would tromp down to the church to watch conference via satellite on a really old school TV in a wooden cabinet. Oh! I had forgotten all about that TV. Very reminiscent of our Early Morning Seminary days. But now, living in Zion, we are able to watch conference right from our home! Pyjamas, candy, Conference Bingo, Kinder Surprise. Conference has turned to a real party.

This year, I don’t know how extensive our Conference Party will be this year due to everyone’s family obligations, but it should still be fun, even if I am playing Conference Bingo alone.

And of course, let’s not forget about Jimmy Eat World on Monday. That is what am thankful for this Thanksgiving. A trip to Calgary with my favourite Fantastic Four and a chance to see Brent and Jen again. Good luck to Jimmy Eat World; you will need it to be a better concert than Sharon, Lois and Bram. (As a side note, everyone at work was asking me about my Thanksgiving plans. I told them we were all going to a concert. And they all looked at me confused and asked, “His last name is Eatworld?” I work with a really hip bunch of ladies.)

Doing pretty good with what I’ve got. And still looking pretty awesome despite not sounding awesome at all.

Here’s to:

Your favourite movie? Really? I will admit that is my favourite romantic comedy about zombies, but I don’t know about my favourite movie of all time.

Less time planning the sabotage, and more time working on the real thing. Have some faith.

To me, to you, to really all of us. So far, so good.

Good Luck, and as always God Speed.

Nothing’s Going To Change My World

Well, a happy October to everyone. Weird. Where did September go? What did we even do? Hopefully October has more to show for it than just the mangy looking Blue Jay on my calendar in my office.

The songbirds calendar I had last year featured beautiful, colourful and exotic birds. The calendar for this year is full of shabby birds that I wouldn’t really categorize in the “songbird” category. So I guess the moral of the story is don’t wait until the middle of February to get a calendar for your office.

The weekend while seemly short, seemed to full of some sort of fun. Friday included a three-hour sideshow of Israel. Which despite how boring it sounds was relatively interesting. Although, it is hard to translate trips into photographs.

Saturday was really full of more weirdness than fun. Maybe I am too urban for even my own good, maybe my hatred of the outdoors has tainted my views, but I am not really a fan of the bonfire/campfire…fire of any kind. And I am really against any sort of furniture burning. Someone please explain the fun of burning an old couch. And the fun of toxic black and green smoke that comes from that fire.

Sunday, as always, one of my favourite days of the week. Thanks to a wonderful Mix and Mingle (Really, it was a great idea. Kudos.) for the invention of the word sog. And to Team Adventure for our triumphant Cranium victory over Team Awesome. (Really, I am not competitive. When young athletes compete, there are no losers.)

More of these:

What’s the most embarrassing song you’ve done Karaoke to?
I don’t really get up there to sing very often, at least not a solo. Jenny and I kicked out some awesome duets during a rousing game of Karaoke Revolution. And Ashley Smith and I sang a spirited rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody during our first Karaoke experience.

What song best describes you?
Short Skirt, Long Jacket—Cake

What makes you homesick?
I get homesick at the drop of a hat. It was somewhat cute and tolerable as a small child. Kinda lame and pathetic as an adult. But why would I ever want to be far away from you?

People think I am…
Pretty awesome. And I tend to agree.

What is the worst show on television?
I don’t know about the worst show on television, but I am not a fan of Deal or No Deal. To be honest, I don’t really get how it is fun to watch. You don’t have to be overly smart, or talented to win. In fact, you don’t even really have to speak English. It just doesn’t seem that challenging. Plus all the “Let’s see what is case number 18….right after this commercial.” Stop. That’s just lame.

In 20 years, I will be….
46! Scary thought. But hopefully by that time, I will look like someone who is 26.

Here’s to:

Brent and Jen. I don’t think we would have had turkey this weekend if it hadn’t been for you. Just stop trying to pepper my potatoes. See you next Monday.

Enjoying your house almost as much as you all do. Thanks for being excellent hosts.

A short day today, and hopefully a quick week to one of my favourite long weekends.

Doing not bad with what I’ve got.
Now, if only I could get a haircut.

Good Luck. God Speed.
I will miss you when you are gone.