Shopaholic on the loose

I am exhausted. I have so much work to do on my project, but I pretty much haven't touched it in the last couple of weeks. I've been so busy MP3 player shopping, laptop shopping, camera shopping, birthday gift shopping, and (latest addition) sunglasses shopping. Costco, Coquitlam Centre, Future Shop, London Drugs, Lougheed Mall, Costco, Metropolis/Metrotown, Future Shop, .... That's a lot of running around! A lot of shopping for someone who's not particularly keen on shopping. My bank account's gonna have an owie this month ....

CYA

To catch the trough in the gas price cycle, I had to circle back to the same gas station. As I was waiting to pay inside, I noticed a yellow laminated sign on the counter:

If we ask you for id please, consider it a compliment.

Living a better life

For my birthday, my cousins got me a little music box with a framed saying on it: Live so that people will be better off for having known you.

A nice little reminder to make the world a better place (as long as you're not a pushover).

Hey, wait a minute, Mr. Postman ....

There was a time when my day started with the mail delivery. With over 50 penpals, receiving letters was the highlight of the day: I got to read news from a friend, and then tell them all about what was going on with me.

Well, those days are long gone, and the number of people with whom I correspond regularly has dwindled down to a handful or so. My ears still perk up at the sound of the mailslot, but my expectations have been reset. I often think about the others, and how to get back in touch with them.

And then the other day I received a letter. The first thing I noticed was the handwriting, which immediately told me: Europe. The stamp: Spain. I hadn't heard from any of my Spanish friends in over 5 years. It was from a friend I'd met in '93, and then stayed with in '94 during my second trip to Spain. She wasn't a particularly diligent penpal, and we lost touch a few years later. She works now, lives with her boyfriend; they bought a house in a town of 10,000. She's no longer the same brat I knew back then.

I can't wait to write back. :)

There was a tine when ...

It all started because I forgot to bring a fork.

I decided to stop at Brentwood Mall to pick up a pack of plastics, but parking was dreadful. After circling around, I finally found some guys leaving, turned on my blinker and patiently waited. As soon as they pulled out, though, some b!tch whipped in and stole my parking spot!! I couldn't believe it! And then she had the nerve to flip me the bird when I honked!

Lucky for her, she was already gone when I was left the mall, else it would've cost her a new paintjob.

Grrr.

Yowza!

Owiiiiiieee .... I got a paper cut.

In my finger webbing.

From a carton (like a granola bar box).

Owiiiiiiieeeee .... :(

Seriously West Coast

Love this ad for our local paper:

Still looking

Thought this was cute ....

I am still looking for the perfect job!

My first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned - couldn't concentrate.

After that I tried to be a tailor, but I just wasn't suited for it ... mainly because it was a so-so job.

Then I tried to be a chef - figured it would add a little spice to my life, but I just didn't have the thyme.

Next I tried working in a muffler factory but that was too exhausting.

I managed to get a good job working for a pool maintenance company, but the work was just too draining.

I attempted to be a deli worker, but anyway I sliced it, I couldn't cut the mustard.

Then I worked in the woods as a lumberjack, but I just couldn't hack it, so they gave me the ax.

Next was a job in a shoe factory; I tried but I just didn't fit in.

So then I got a job in a workout center, but they said I wasn't fit for the job.

After many years of trying to find steady work I finally got a job as a historian until I realised there was no future in it.

I studied a long time to become a doctor, but I found that I didn't have any patience.

My best job was being a musician, but eventually I found I wasn't noteworthy.

I became a professional fisherman, but discovered that I couldn't live on my net income.

My last job was working at Starbucks, but I had to quit because it was always the same old grind.

SO I RETIRED AND FOUND I'M PERFECT FOR THE JOB!