OMGPONIES!!!1!!1!!!!!!

ok, so I'm nearly wetting myself laughing since T.Lam posted about Mark the Ikea Guy.

you MUST... I repeat... MUST watch these videos!

50 points if you can correctly give me the origin of this post's title.

80, great.

The past few days I'd taken to writing a letter each morning and carrying it in my pocket. It started out "Dear Officer, if you've pulled me over then what they say about Murphy's law must be true."
From there it went on to say that I planned on purchasing my stickers for my car plates on yesterday's date.. the first date I'd have off work in time to get to the licensing place... errr.. the first date since I remembered (last week) that I needed to get new stickers.
Thankfully, I didn't have to get the letter out of my pocket, I was never pulled over.

Yesterday I got to the mall on time, only to discover something odd. Remember that time the thieves broke into my car, and hurt my feelings by not stealing my CDs? The cops wouldn't take a report as nothing was stolen.... I discovered yesterday that in fact... they had taken my car registration papers.
So, not only was I driving with an expired sticker... but I didn't own my car.

What did I do?

I got the hic-ups.

Then I went and requested new owners papers, stickers, and a change of address on my licence.

All was well with the world again, I hurriedly stopped for some groceries, then trotted off to my car. Bags in each hand, I wiped the dirt off the spot on my car's plates and proceeded to stick the sticker on..... upside down. Luckily, I caught myself just as I was sticking it on, and only the very corner of the sticker had touched the plate... I slowly pulled it back... and voila!
Ripped the sticker in half.

My plates now hold a sticker for the year "80 CED", ripped down the middle and pieced back together .

Great.

Fresh and Tasty

A thing happened yesterday.

Not a good thing, but turns out, not a bad thing either.

Roomie's computer kicked the bucket at work... which is very sad, it's been puffing smoke on the rare occasion... but it means that she's got a lappy now. A lappy that will pic up a neighbour's wireless signal when we move into the new house until our own Internet is hooked up.
For that, I am truly thankful.

Also, I was looking at the stats again today, While the most common random entry into the site (via google) is "fresh parsley" or "parsley substitutes" or "parsley as a seasoning" or even "can you get high off of parsley?", I continue to be number 5, sometimes number 6 in the search! How sad.
Especially since most people don't know how the name came to be here...
flash back
(flash back music)
(flash back special effects)
(maybe some hazy smoke around the edges)
(and cold vinyl car scent..)
I'm in a car... I'm not alone.
I am the passenger.
Beside me, Kim.
Behind me, her young daughter and infant son.
Kim and I are having a conversation, when from the back of the car we hear a small voice trying to get our attention.... Trying to get MY attention.
"umm ummm... uh.... Parsley? Will you play barbies with me?"

And so came the moniker. And it stuck.

a regular bake off!

The other day I was out with a friend I hadn't seen in ... two years? (Maybe less... I catch him every time he comes to Ontario... I'll check the archives later...) Anyway, we were out for coffee catching up, then went to wander the mall in the Petes. This friend and I worked together in the drop in centre for a few years, worked most shifts together and often got called on to run an errand or two together... he's a great guy and I've missed him since he's moved out west. He has this.... endearing way of saying "aaaawwww, muffin!", that's kinda catchy, and over time, he became known (at least in my mind) as Muffin.
When I moved back to this area I met another guy by the same first name, and over time, I started calling him Muffin too... it seemed only natural.

Muffin the original and I are wandering the mall, chatting away, when we round a corner... and there... standing before us .... is Muffin number two.

Have you ever had your worlds collide? I'm talking about the left hand meeting the right hand... ok, maybe not so drastic... Friends from one part of your life meeting the friends from another part of your life...
Thankfully I'm pretty much the same person no matter where I am... True enough I'm a little more mature where work is concerned, but other than that, I'm me. When those worlds collide... sometimes you're just left.... stunned. And confused.

It was then that I had to break it to the Muffins that they weren't all that special after all... they shared a name with someone else...

I watched number two eye number one ... "you mean I'm not the original Muffin??!" (slightly shocked... slightly amused)

"it's like a regular bake shop out here today"

Monday Bunday

comic credit :: Natalie Dee of course!

I just finished some quality bunny squishing time... I know it's the move for the most part that's pretty near paralyzing me... keeping me from accomplishing anything- right when I know I've got so much to do... Such is the nature of my being.
Didn't get the camera out today, so I'm pulling a shot out of the archives...



awww, little tiny baby Fynn Pants!

movin'

Hey there folks!
I hold in my hand (as of this evening) a key... a grand key to unlock a treasure... a key to unlock the next step in neighbourhood domination... that's right... a key to ### Ball st.
Can't you picture it now?
The answering machine beeps, and you're greeted with some such silliness as "you've reached two Sarahs or Les"
... you groan, then head over to the Ball and Burke:: "good times" head quarters....

that said... reminder... Internet connection will be lost sometime this week... everything should be up and running by next week.
uh... and the phone.. I think it gets disconnected on Saturday? But reconnected the same day at the new place... aim for cell phones.

oh, and I've had the hic-ups off and on for about a week now.

it just figures

As mentioned, there are boxes everywhere... the move is just days away.
With all this moving prep, I must forewarn, there's going to be a bit of a break in the blogging... which positively kills me.
This is my sanity.
I was just checking in on my stats page... just slowly pulling back out of a slow decline in readers... facebook ate my stats.
Stop reading this thru facebook! (Mind you I'm not going to discontinue the importing)

Ok, so the other night I'm headed over to help out with the Sr.High group that I volunteer with. I wasn't totally sure if we'd started back up again, or if we were following the school calendar and taking another week off. I pulled into the parking lot and all was dim- on the off chance that my car's clock was broken and I was just really early, I decided to call another leader's home and ask her. Her husband answered the phone.
Let me stop for a moment to give a disclaimer... This husband has appeared on my blog before in story... but a few weeks ago he told me he was almost leery of talking to me anymore for fear that whatever was going on would end up here... in blog land... I've been really good since then to NOT share any of his stories, though for some reason, he's always made his way into some bizarre happenstance... and it kills me not to share. SO, from this point on he will be "he who goes unnamed". ... "he who goes unnamed" is a lot of typing... so for short, let's call him...
ummm.
Jason.
~back to the story
The phone rings and rings, and just as I'm finding the button to hang up I hear a rushed " 'lo?" So I put the phone to my ear, laugh for a second and start to talk to him.
~another tangent
Last time I talked to him, he thought I was someone else... so this time I'd determined that if he answered, I was going to tell him it was me up front to avoid confusion. However, in my distraction of trying to hang up, I forgot...
~back to the story
Jason says to me "hey! how are you doing? You're looking for G.I.netty?" (his wife) To which I reply... well, I guess not, if she's there, I guess that answers my question. I was calling to see if House was running tonight "(house being the SR.High group). "If she's there... I guess I don't need to be at the church." He laughs and we start a conversation about random things.. the conversation eventually turns to Wii games.
I love my Wii.
Jason borrowed a Wii system for the Christmas break, and discovered that it lacked one part... the conversation continued...
J: "I broke into your house the other day... did your family tell you?"
Me:"huh?"
J: "I broke into your house the other day to find a part for the Wii... but I couldn't find it."
Me: "I lent my Wii to the Sheffs"
J: "You DID? When?"
Me: "uh... sometime before Christmas"
J: "oh.. ok"
The conversation continues... wanders to some other topic for a few MINUTES, then suddenly halts.
J: "I'm not talking to Sue... am I?"
"Uh... no"

I think my favourite part is that we both were so incredibly confused that we just acted like we knew what the other was talking about... and kept on going.

ummmm got fuzzy?

I bought myself a desk calendar... one of those "tear a sheet a day" jobbers. It's a Get Fuzzy cartoon one... Probably my favourite cartoon (alongside Sherman's Lagoon).
I only just remembered that I bought it.
I only just remembered because I was thinking how strange it was that today, of the 33 visitors (so far) 3 came thru a google search for "fuzzy tongue".
You should get that looked at.

Ode to my Cold -Nyquil (profanity edited/removed)

well, my cold has nearly left the building... err.. body... Temple?
ug.

anyway, in honour of my dedication to NyQuil and it's coma-inducing qualities, NurseDude sent this my way, and I figured you'd all like it too.

Dennis Leary said this about Nyquil:

I don't do illegal drugs anymore. Now I just do the legal drugs. Tonight I'm on NyQuil and Sudafed. Let me tell you something, folks. Forget about cocaine and heroine. All you need is NyQuil and Sudafed. I'm telling you right now, I took the NyQuil five years ago. I just came out of the coma tonight before the show! Claus Von Bulow was standing over my bed going, "Denis, get up! There's something the matter with Sunny! Hurry up!" I love NyQuil. Man, I love it! I love it. I love it. I love it. It's the best thing stuff ever invented. Isn't it, huh? I love the name alone. NyQuil - Capitol N, small Y, big friggin Q! I love that friggin Q, don't you!? What a great advertising idea! Put a huge friggin Q on the box. They'll get high and stare at it. "The Q is talking to me! The Q is talking to me!"

I love NyQuil, man. Because NyQuil has never changed, man. It's never changed. All the other medicines are doing that inner-child thing. "we know that there's a small child inside of you, so now we have grape and cherry and orange flavor." Not NyQuil! They still have the original green death flavor! You know why!? Because it doesn't matter what it tastes like! It's so strong you go, "*wheeze* Hey this stuff really tastes like.." Bang! Yer in the coma already! "What happened?" "He said tastes like and he went right into the coma, it was unbelievable!" We have reached the point where the over the counter drugs are actually stronger than anything you can buy on the street. It says on the back of the NyQuil box, on the back of the box it says, "May cause drowsiness." It should say, "Don't make any friggin plans! Kiss your family and friends goodbye. Say hello to Klaus!" NyQuil, NyQuil, NyQuil, we love you! You giant friggin Q!

NyQuil is the secret for all you twelve step recovery program people. Yes, all you AA people, NyQuil is the key! It's the thirteenth step! You can drink it! It's over the counter! Drink as much as you want. "Are you drunk?" "No! I have a cold. Same cold I've had for two years. I just can't seem to shake it. I'm high as a kite and my teeth are green.

A Year of Firsts

... or new beginnings.
If you were into numerology you'd understand that this year is a year of beginnings... something about "add the 2 and the 8 and remove a zero and shift the decimal... and you get a 1".
errrr.. something.

So, to a year of; new things; new people; new places; new emotions; new goals; new dreams; new adventures!

Ok, so I made the most brilliant discovery today! Rock Band (which I love) and Guitar Hero (That I don't so much love) are NOT new concepts!!! Nope, they are a rip off of an old design.
Press a button, strum, feel like you're creating music... oh yeah, it's all been done before.... may I present to you ....



The Autoharp!
Yup, press a button (they are cleverly decorated with the chord printed right on them) strum... and you've got instant music. errr. so long as you aren't laughing too hard to keep playing. Now, that said... there's alot more you can do on the autoharp than my ridiculous plunking of "leaving on a jet plane" or trying to play "blowin in the wind"... esp if it's been set up right... I had the privilege of using a um... designer autoharp tonight... so the chords were limited. If you click the photo above, you'll get to hear a pro in action.... I sound more... umm... stylistic?