Minding my own business...

Okay so yes, I will be blogging about my super fun trip to Morocco. But, there are more pressing things at the moment. Last night, I was lying in bed, trying to sleep, when a spider landed on my face. I freaked out, of course. I was slapping everything... my face, my hair, my bed, my pillow... I was jumping up and down, it was crazy. When I felt that I had successfully gotten the spider off of me, I turned on my light and there it was, all crumpled up on the carpet. He had no chance, really. He's still there. I might toss him out before I go to bed. Not too sure.

Everywhere you want to be

The Vancouver 2010 Olympics are coming. In 2010. So, in like 6 months. I decide to order some fun Olympic collectibles for my nieces and nephews. You know, some cute stuffed mascots, a t-shirt... you get the picture. I spend 45 minutes perusing through the online store. I fill up my cart and go to check out. Then I see this:


Say what? VISA is the ONLY payment accepted? But I belong to the world of Mastercard. Are they saying they won't accept my money simply because I am a 'dirty' mastercard user? That is discriminatory. I mean the Olympics are the most PC international games ever and they decide to have a private club of VISA members only? It is a club that is so snobby that they won't even accept hard earned money that I am willing to give away on some stoop stuffed animals as a result of the brainwashing hype that surrounds me every day? Here is what I say to you, VANOC: Keep your Miga and your Mukmuk and your Sumi and your Quatchi. No one wants them anyway.

(And I'm going to spend my evening tomorrow searching for t-shirts and mascots at the Bay and debiting it...)

And your point is?

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Can someone please tell me the point of this sign?

Is it a warning for those who were going to hit your car, so now they won't?
Is it an excuse so if you drive badly, we can assume your baby is distracting you?
Is it an FYI so every stranger behind you knows your business?
Is it a bragging thing so every stranger behind you can be impressed?

This afternoon, I was behind a van with not only a "baby on board" sign, but also a "child on board" sign. Impressive. You have two kids.

I can make up signs for my car.

"Four empty seats"

"Stuffed sheep on the floor somewhere"

"Microwave in trunk" (keep forgetting to bring it inside from my move).

One man's trash...

The other day I went with my coworkers to eat lunch at Tim Hortons. When we were done, I had a bag with my sandwich wrappers and a bag with my donut that I was saving for later. We walked over to the garbage and I threw out the bag with the donut by accident. We start to walk away and I realize what I had done.

My co-worker says jokingly, "Just go back and get it."
I laugh and say, "That's gross."

So I go back to the garbage because I have to throw out the other bag anyway. I look in and see my donut bag right on top. Untouched. It has been there for like 30 seconds. Hmmm. Yes, I did a 'garbage exchange'. I took out the donut bag and put in the wrapper bag. The thing is, the opening for the garbage was on the side, not on top. So I had to bend over and practically stick my whole arm in to reach the bag. I knew how bad it looked, but I couldn't help myself. My co-workers and this guy behind me were grossed out as, maybe, they should be.

But nothing was wrong with it. Isn't there a 30 second rule for throwing stuff out and having it still be okay? I'm pretty sure I've heard that before... right? I mean George Costanza ate an eclair out of the garbage and it wasn't even in a bag. So, you know, it's not that gross. And, it was the honey cruller. You cannot waste the honey crullers.

Last I checked, it was February.

Okay, okay, I know... it's been a while. Thanks for reminding me, Barry.

Something very significant happened in my life since I last wrote. I turned 30. I thought it would bother me, and it did. Now that I have had a few weeks to let the age sink in, it's not such a big deal, I guess. I mean I feel like I have already been 30 for the past year anyway since every time I have talked about my age it has been "I am 30 in 6 months" and then "I am 30 next month". I didn't even allow myself to enjoy being 29! Hmmm. Lesson learned. A bit too late, though. Oh well.

So, let's talk about exciting happenings of a 30 year old. Yesterday I think I had my most embarrassing moment of my life. It was casual day at work so I put on some jeans and headed out the door. After I parked my car, I walked to the skytrain station. While I was walking, I noticed that my jeans were kind of loose. I just pulled them up a bit and kept walking. I got on the train and there were no seats. So, I made my way to the back so I could stand and lean against the wall. After about 20 minutes, my hand grazed the front of my jeans and something felt, well, wrong. I looked down and my jeans were COMPLETELY OPEN. No, not just the fly. I hadn't done up the button either. Here I had been walking around and standing in front of dozens of people with my jeans open. Of course, I was wearing a short jacket too, so no luck in having that hide my stupidity. It was bad. Really bad. I inconspicuously did them up, except for I don't think that anything about me was inconspicuous anymore.

Last I checked, it was January.

Guess what? Yes, yet another blog about the weather. It has warmed up here and the snow is quickly melting. Yesterday, this neighbour spent pretty much the whole day using some contraption (and no, it was not a snow-blower) to remove the not yet melted snow out of our cul-de-sac. Really nice of him. Except when I was walking out to my car later in the evening, I noticed he was hosing some of the snow into the drains. Hmmm. Now, I'm no winter weather expert, but I'm pretty sure that if you wet something in a place that gets freezing temperatures at night, it will turn to ice. Ice, in case you're not aware, makes people slip and break their legs.

Sure enough, when I came home late last night, the whole cul-de-sac was like an ice rink. Nice.

It can stop.

Saturday. Biggest snowflakes ever.