Not so hot...or extremely hot
I guess I would have to start by saying that one half of MorPRi had a good time last night. Sorry PRi....
Wing night at Darrien's was good times as usual. I haven't had wings in forever....however, there is no happy ground when it comes to hot wings anymore. As there is new management, "Darrien's" is no longer, but instead it is "Coast to Coast" with Darrien's wings. *sigh* Unfortunately now there are no Darrien's wings. The hot wasn't hot at all......kinda disappointing for our group, especially Peter who had expected at least some flavour. The extremely hot were just that.....and we couldn't finish our 10 wings we ordered. No middle ground at all. At least the lemon pepper, cajun, honey garlic, and salt & pepper were delicious as usual. And the company in which I ate wings was fantastic of course!
Good times at not-so-Darrien's!
It must have been the extremely-hot-induced-euphoria, but we decided to venture into the realms of Wednesday night kareoke at Rosies. I am no longer a kareoke virgin! I would say that I have discovered that I can't really sing (but I knew that anyways deep down inside), but it really didn't matter. The crowd was pretty good, despite the fact that we emptied the place after a round of Shania Twain, Green Day, and of course some sweet transvestite from transsexual Transilvania (Peter, you rock!). I completely forgot that I had my camera with me until Jo commented that we had a Kodak moment happening (Kodak??? Waaaaa!). I was able to get some incriminating photos at least.....
Janita giving it her all....
Angela and Jo rock out
Peter as Pink Floyd
Angela and her new friend Chris
Jo sings more than words
This fish is back in the ocean
So today I was told that I was interested in more than "Hoser" could provide. huh?! I was also told that we work together so it'd be f#&ked up. Well, I didn't know you thought that you hoser. Why did you go through all the motions if you didn't want something complicated? Personally, I think that a relationship with a co-worker is workable, as long as you don't work with them too closely, (we're in different buildings) and you don't bother them when they're busy, and vice versa? What's the big problem then? I really don't get it. What is it about a relationship with a co-worker that has every body freaked out? And I'm still not exactly sure what I'm "interested" in. I'm not going to marry the freakin guy. I'm never going to bring him home to meet my family, I don't think I'm quite clear on what you think I'm interested in. Eh, no harm done. That just means I'm back on the hunt, and I'm pretty sure his boys over in Used cars is going to give him a peace of their mind. What a load of garbage. Too bad, he was freaken hot.
*gavel bang* SOLD!
So my condo went on the market First thing yesterday morning, and sold 12 hours later for list price. HAHAHAHAHA I"m deliriously happy. We're not making much of a profit, mind you, but who cares? I don' have to freaking smell my neighbours pot or listen to the bass of their crappy disco music. Hey, I'm all for music appreciation, but I can't appreciate music when it's at 85dB. But nevermind, I'm rich now. Rich people don't worry about their neighbours stupid taste in music. I'm free!!!
The sale of my condo was not the only thing of significance that happened yesterday. Yesterday was me and Fiz's 2 year anniversary of our sham marriage.
Alas, happier days. Who am I kidding, we're terrible at being married. We're both cheating on each other. with OTHER people might I add. I guess that's what happens when someone else's mother proposes for you. Noen of this was our own idea. So thanks for not wishing me a happy anniversary, hubby 'o mine. I want a divorce.
I'm gonna die in my bridesmaids dress
Normally I wouldn't be the one complaining about the temperature outside when it is hot. I love the heat...I mean even Vegas summer heat was bearable. But when you are working nights, you learn not to like any daytime temperature above 20 degrees. It is simply too hot to sleep during the daytime. This leaves me with perpetual feelings of tiredness and a headache. My one night shift this week just so happens to be when the temperature is above 30, which means no sleep the day before I work, and no sleep the day after my shift.
Sigh
On a lighter note, the wedding is this weekend. I will be leaving for Lethbridge on Thursday morning sometime. The week's weather here in Edmonton only means it will be warmer in Lethbridge, and therefore I can expect that my bridesmaids dress made of heavy darkish coloured fabric will be ever so comfortable in the searing heat and blazing sunshine. This also means that no matter how much product you put in my hair to keep it pretty, the curlyness of my hair will eventually win and I will have a wonderful afro of flyaways for the pictures.....that will be taken outside of course. My skin will also match the colour of my dress as I will have a beautiful sunburn. God forbid I actually put sunscreen on my face cuz that will "ruin the makeup". All in all it should be fun. I truely am happy for Andy and Michelle...but a July wedding in Lethbridge always spells HOT...and I mean that in temperature, not how I look in my bridesmaids dress.......
Or do I? hahaha you will just have to wait for the pictures!
Anywho, I'm gonna go. I really should put my computer in my basement again. But think of the spiders! I'm also looking forward to some "Darrien's" wings tomorrow.....7:30, right?
Moving
So here we are at my condo, packing up junk so that when people com over to see the place, they aren't totally disgusted at the squalour I live in, seriously. I have inherited a bad habit of not throwing anything out. I have old bank statements from 2 years ago, which is interesting because I've only been living in this condo for a year and a half. I can't stop buying clothes, so I now have a wardrobe to dress a small nation. I have shoes that I haven't worn in 3 years but I can't bring myself to get rid of them. I think I have a problem. Mor agrees with me. Is there a 12 step program that exists? Pack Rats Annonymous? If there isn't one, I think we should start one up. I, PRi, president and founder of PRA do hereby announce a junk movement. Whatever you have not touched for 6 months *fpht* out the door. I am currently, with help from Mor, engaging in my own junk movement. I encourage you all to do your own junk movement and get rid of all the baggage that is weighing you down. I have recently gotten rid of some metaphorical baggage in form of a non-dating slump (and what a slump!). Geez, it feels great to get rid of that and move on. I almost had to repeat to myself over and over and over "PRi, you're not ugly, and you'd make a great girlfriend one day" Well, maybe not to that point, cuz that makes me sound really sad. I'm not that much of a nut case. Uh, actually....
ANYWAYS! So back to work! (and the Top Gun documentary is over. Stupid attraction to egotistical pretty boys.)
There are bank statements calling me. *fpht*
Feeling silly
I got this in my email the other day from Sheena (thanks Sheena!). Ahh, brings back some good times...procrastinating times mostly. Seeing how Devin starts his exams tomorrow, I felt that this is an appropriate way to not study. Wait....I'm not studying anyways. Oh well. Enjoy our answers!!!Morgan's answersPRi's answers1.What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?Anything chocolate. Who do you think you are talking to?Mint chocolate chip
2.What was the last thing you ate?Table cheese. I was making homemade pizza....and ate table cheese. yeah. table cheese.yay homemade pizza
3.What CD is in you CD player right now?My discman has......absolutely nothing! Stupid! What's in the box?Paris music
4.How many keys are on your key ring?7 keys...and a Save-On-More card. I can save on more keys.10, and a garage opener
5.How much money do you have in your wallet? Zeeroooo dollars!!! What kind of question is that? Don't you know that I never carry cash? I have a million transactions on my debit card. American money left over from Disneyland, and 5 bucks from lunch at Tim's
6.List two bad habits that you have....Procrastination.Not having enough confidence in myself.Being extremely self consciousNot finishing my train of th
7.What's your birthstone? would you change it? Garnet. I would probably change the colour....cuz it's all about blue. Amethyst. Why couldn't I get saphire? Stupid stones that aren't blue...
8.If you had only day to live, what would you do? Spend the day with my friends and family doing stuff....skydiving...flying a plane....putting $1000 on "black"....you know....just stuff.Kick all the people that I've wanted to kick and some other people just for fun
9.Do you know what your name means? Morning...in German. Or great brightness in Welsh. hahaha I'm bright in the morning.Um,... wife of the King? I dunno, I don't even like my name. I didnt' pick it obviously
10.What colour is your room? I have a room? umm...room colour?Which room?
11.Think about this for a second-- when you fasten your pants do you do the button first? Yes. Well, on pants that have buttons. My scrubs don't have buttons. They have pullstrings. The pants I have on don't have buttons. They have Tim Horton's potato soup.
12.Leno or Letterman?CSI. Leno. I still have to mail him the underwear that has a tag that says "Size: Ass"
13.When you have food cravings, is it usually for something sweet or salty?Sweet......dude! I can talk like Crush! that was so totally awesome!Ice Cream.
14.Whats is your favorite breakfast cereal?uh...I didn't come home from Vegas with 5 boxes of Cocoa Krispies for nothing! mmmm....5Smores
15.When you fall asleep are you usually on your side, your back or stomach? Sleep?on the couch.
16.When you find a spider in your house do you kill it, ingnore it or shoo it? WAAAAAA!!!!! stupid arachnophobia! boooSquish bug
17.Can you play a musical instrument if so which one? I can play a lot of musical instruments. Just not all of them very well. My flute's name is Mr. Bob. hahahaYes. and... all of them? Except bagpipes. Eww bagpipes.
18.What is your blood type?I am a positive. A positive what? hahahahahahaha stupid nurse humorO+
19.What is your favorite number? 29! definitely not double zero! Fiz....we can't lose!3,7,8,21, oh, you wanted only one?
20.If you could be any animal what would you be?A bird. So I can fly. I can defy the laws of gravity!!A bear in the winter. Mmmm...sleep
21.Women- what kind of perfume do you wear? men- what kind of cologne do you wear? I smell like newborn babies.I don't wear perfume. It makes my sinuses angry
22. Whose the hottest actor or actress? What kind of question is this? It is screaming for me to say "Bob Dole" but I just can't bring myself to do it. Your mom!Who learned you grammar? Stupid email that I sent to Murray. Apparently I need older men. Eww.
23. How is Your Summer going so far? Literally? Today is the first day of summer. I had no babies today. But my "holidays" were so totally awesome! (dude!) in Disneyland. Busy. Cars being detailed by me and not the people who are actually supposed to detail them... I got asked out today. Stupid creepy customers. It wouldn't be so bad had I actually sold the guy the $50,000 truck he wanted.
Win le car
So I woke up this afternoon pretty confused, and couldn't remember where I put my clock. What time is it? How do I know it is afternoon? Waking up on a Saturday afternoon usually would mean that I must have slept well, but working nights kinda screws that up. I feel like I have slept 3 hours......after a search to find my clock, giving up, and finding my watch in the bathroom, I realize it is 3:15pm. Not bad, I guess, that would mean I slept about 5 hours. I really need to go back to bed. Instead I mosey on downstairs for some breakfast, and finding some mislabeled pizza on my counter, I proceed to have a slice. The label says "Deluxe", and I realize that there is no meat on my pizza, but whatever. I am hungry. I then watch the last fifteen minutes of "The Breakfast Club" with my mom, and then the last 20 minutes of "Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit" while eating my vegetarian deluxe pizza. Why am I so tired? Is it because I had a patient last night who laboured so quickly we were just able to move her into a delivery room to have a baby? She wasn't in labour when she walked in the door an hour earlier thinking her water broke. Am I tired because of the fact I am working nights? No..... I think it is because I was trying to win a car instead of going to sleep. Huh? Alright, I'll explain. My dad listens to one of the classic rock radio stations very regularly. He is notorious for winning various sorts of prizes with their trivia call-in deals and stuff.....does anyone remember the snowmobile he won two years ago? Anyways, this time he "won" an entry into a prize giveaway contest that included an H3 Hummer, hot tub, motorboat, poker table, beer for a year, a freezer full of meat, and the like. The trick was to show up at Red's yesterday afternoon, where they would draw 9 names out of 450 contestants to win these prizes. Dad couldn't go, so I was his stand-in. PRi was...volunteered.....to come with me yesterday (thanks PRi) to win these prizes. I don't have my dad's luck at all, and of course didn't win said prizes, but it was a good couple of hours playing pool at Red's anyways...despite the fact that I was exhausted from working nights, and half-asleep that my shooting pool was pretty terrible. So that was my adventure yesterday afternoon. This is a pretty long entry. Oh well. This leads me to my shift last night, and my confused morning (afternoon?). I then decided to putz on my computer that I haven't seen in a few days.....Happy Birthday Angela!!!!I have also decided to join Janita's blog game. Unfortunately I had NO book beside me...so I looked in my room, which from where I am sitting on the computer is directly to my left, and found on the floor by my door the first book I saw. It was Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I had taken it to work a few weeks ago to read on nights and haven't yet really put it away. Anyways, I am babbling again. Page 161: "It was a mark of the strength of their friendship that Ron did not laugh."Hmm...well, I guess that will have to do. It's a good thing my maternity books are hidden further in my room. I have also just realized that I wrote an impossibly long entry, and you all have probably fallen asleep at the first sentence, so I should be going. Go Oilers!!!
Still on the bandwagon?
Do you believe? Do miracles happen? No preaching here, I'm not going all religious on you. I am simply trying to keep myself busy while waiting for the overtime period to begin.....we have come so far... can we make it to game 6? Will I be able to hear the people from across my back lane who watch the game on their big screen tv in their garage? So many questions. Only one answer.
All cheering aside, I took Devin to the medicentre today. Medicenter? I am Canadian so therefore I will say "medicentre". Turns out he has sprained his ring finger in a game of basketball today. X-ray shows nothing broken, and no fracture thank goodness, but his finger still looks pretty purple. The nurse in me knew it wasn't broken, but the bruise was bigger than I was comfortable with, so we abandoned the ice and Tylenol, and went to the medicentre. Of course as it is game day, there was no one there, so we got in right away. All is well, and it didn't stop him from resuming the mountains of studying he is doing to prepare for his provincial exams coming up. Anyways, I have to resume cheering my team. I believe.
Edit: HE SCOOORRESS!
Doods, you ask me, why on earth are you moving from your hip condo on Jasper Ave? Well, let me show you something: (opens window.... *listen*) What? what's that you hear? HONK! HONK HONK!!! HONK HONKHONK!!!!! whoo!!! HONKHONK!!! HONK !HONK!!! HONK hONK!!!
Thanks Oilers. next time you feel like winning a big game, think of us poor peoples who have to endure mountains and mountains of celebrating. The general manager at Mayfield just about closed the dealership 15 minutes earlier so everyone could go home and watch overtime. Luckily I got parking before Jasper Ave got stupid. P.S. If you want to find me game night for the rest of the series, I'll be at Morg's.
I'm moving!
Yes, as much as I like my small small space of a condo, which I do, and as much as I love smelling my neighbours' pot every weekend, and as much as I love running away everytime our home team wins a championship becuase I can't sleep while everyone's honking on Jasper Ave, and as much as I thouroughly enjoyed the months that Telus workers are striking, I have decided to move. Since I'm working at Mayfield, instead of driving 30 minutes to get to work, I only need to drive 5 minutes. I'll be living in my Grandparent's basement suite (they only use the main floor) so I'll be living at home, but not. I met with my realtor today (Shahz's uncle) and he's listing it for $127,900. So maybe we'll make some money on this deal. Or at least we'll have our downpayment back. Whohoo! maybe I won't be poor anymore. Well, I've never really been poor, but I deserve a little bit of somethin somethin....Anyways, my better half... mor... helped me organize. I really have to stop living like this. well, I actually don't live like that... I think I spend more time at mor's house than I do my own. in fact, I'm over there (here?) right now. we just took the dog for ice cream. stupid possessed dog...
Babbling away on a Saturday
I have spent the better part of this week doing pretty much nothing. It is a wonderful feeling sometimes. I started the week off at my "new job"...did I tell you I got a temporary part-time position at work? I am working approximately 63% of full time hours/pay period until October 1st, which is a relief as I will be getting a somewhat steady paycheck. But anyways, my first week in this position had me working two nights and then off for 6 days. Not really an even spread of hours, but this week coming up is full of work. Since Tuesday....well, I guess it would be Wednesday morning... I think.....in any case, since I have been home, I have had the glorious opportunity to try to unpack. I am still packed from Disneyland...sorta. My toiletries are still in my Avon bag, and I have a suitcase full of random Disney items on my bedroom floor. I also have a duffle bag with various bridal shower and stagette prizes that has been calling my name since I returned from Lethbridge last Sunday. It has been rainy here the last few days, probably a reflection of the mood of Oilers fans. A prime opportunity to unpack my stuff. But being me, I have procrastinated in this matter. Ha ha ha yes, I have decided to spend my time puttering on my blog and email and whatever else instead of taking the responsibility of cleaning up my stuff. Well, at least my clothes got washed. Huzzah! My days of doing nothing have actually been somewhat relaxing to say the least. Apart from the endless phone calls from work wanting to know if I could pick up shifts, the trips to Costco and Wal-mart, and a pre-season Eskimos game, I have enjoyed the opportunity to do nothing. I mean, work would be great, and I would have picked up extra shifts during my 6 days off, but for the past 3 weeks, I have been going non-stop. Granted, my "going non-stop" meant going from Edmonton to Los Angeles non-stop, as well as attending a bridal shower, dress fitting, and stagette six hours out of town two weekends in a row. Not exactly the most stress I have experienced before, but otherwise still busy. Anyone who has either been married or been part of a wedding party understands this....it's stress to some degree. Anyone who knows me knows that being part of a wedding party is not nearly as bad as some of the other stress I have had in my life. But I can't complain. It is a sunny Saturday afternoon, there is an Oilers game tonight, Jo's coming to visit soon (I miss you!), this wedding is in 3 weeks, and I will be going for some good old authentic Chinese cuisine when I return from Lethbridge. And I am working! I think that deserves another round of Huzzah!I also think I have rambled enough. Go Oilers.
You suck, you jackass....
Taken from the hockey-inspired film, "Happy Gilmore" this line represents my feelings towards the Oilers. The game is on right now... and I'm not watching it. I just can't. There are car accidents that you can't help but watch, but there are bodies all over, and the bodies are us. Oh... let it be not us.... no, it's us... Boo.... But on a lighter note, (like a "d" on my tuner display when I am clearly playing an "a") buisness is picking up. I'm getting phone calls, and I have enough customers to have other salesmen try to steal them! I think that's a good thing... 'sides, I just met our President, and he loves me. But I say that about every guy that meets me. Especially the cute gay ones.... oh PRi.... *thumbs down*
No riots please
Since I have been out of the country (or at least out of the city) for the past few Oilers games, I am in withdraw. Tonight's game would have been the first game I have seen since I watched the last 10 minutes of game 6 of the San Jose series while at work. This was the night before leaving for Anaheim, and I made a mental note to bring some Oilers gear with me. Of course, as I was able to watch tonights' game, the Oilers lose. On a stupid play nonetheless. Let's hope the series is tied when the team comes home for game 3!
Dad and I were ready to throw stuff at the tv, but dad didn't want to waste his beer, and I decided to putz on my computer and rant about the game. It is shaping up to be a good series, but we really needed this win. Oh well.
That's all I have to rant about.
Go Oilers. Please enjoy responsibly.
Let your true colours shine through
Let me tell you a story about an adventure into the world of yesterday, tomorrow, and fantasy. It begins with a dream. "Morgan, I had a dream we went to Las Vegas." For those of you know me, I am usually the one retelling my dreams to those willing or unwilling to listen. This time, however, I was doing the listening. Anyways, a not-so-spontaneous spontaneous trip to Las Vegas did indeed take place, as well as a visit to Disneyland. Noticing that a celebration for Disneyland's 50th anniversary was going to take place the next year, another not-so-spontaneous spontaneous trip then had to be planned. What does this have to do with my story? We will return after these commercial messages.
This is us. This is not us. And now back to your regularly scheduled program. The current trip to Disneyland has been brought to you by your local sponsors, and the letter 50. I couldn't have gone on this recent trip if I hadn't gotten funding from my Ralph dollars, and I think that this is where it all started. Though happy to be in the Happiest Place on Earth, I was a little disappointed that everything had been "brought to you by" something. It's Disneyland! You don't need sponsors to sell your product! Anyways, we had a good laugh with the amount of Dole (Bob Dole??), Coca-Cola, and Energizer product placements throughout the park, but I don't think we laughed as hard as we did with Kodak. Maybe it started with our first trip while waiting for "Honey, I Shrunk the Audience!" (brought to you by Kodak). Maybe it started when PRi and I were at Wal-mart and Superstore printing endless pictures for Jo's scrapbook at the Kodak picture maker. Or maybe it started when Devin got a Kodak digital camera. It also could have been the maps of the park that you get when you first walk in. Did I mention they were compliments of Kodak? Whatever the reason, our trip to Disneyland was full of Kodak moments. I have decided to share some of those moments with you, dear readers, as they take place from various Kodak photo spots around Disneyland itself.
As soon as you walk through the gate, Kodak introduces itself.
PRi and I share a Kodak moment with Walt and Mickey.
Devin and I await the newly decorated Mark Twain to visit the Kodak photo spot.
Big Thunder Mountain Railroad likes to get in on the action.
PRi pulls at the Sword in the Stone. No luck for PRi.
Tomorrowland's entrance at night. It was past Kodak's bedtime, but that didn't stop a photo opportunity.
Devin and I enjoy the lack of crowds on a rainy Monday morning. Roger Rabbit rejoices that this is the last Kodak photo spot in Disneyland, as well as the end of my story.
