Hard choice

For Gregs birthday last week, I decided to take the responsibility of getting him a cake, and his favourite are the Dairy Queen ice cream cakes. So when I called a couple days before to order it, I answered all the usual questions. "For how many people? When can you pick it up? What do you want it to say?" and then they asked me what I wanted on the cake. In the past I've gotten him beer, and one year I think I got Star Trek, so I asked for both. I don't know what I was expecting, William Shatner holding up a mug of beer ready to CHEERS Greg off the cake or something, but logically she answered they couldn't do both. They have preset designs the shape of the cake they just put on, and both won't fit. 

"So what do you want? Beer or Star Trek?"

It was jarring how hard of a choice it was. I chose beer. He said he would have gone with Star Trek. I bet it tasted the same. 

Four way stop procedure

When I was learning to drive, my dad, who gladly let my aunt and driving school do most of the work, would occasionally work in lessons while we were driving together, me as the passenger of course. One day we pulled up to a four way stop and dad asked me, "who goes first in a four way stop?" and I diligently rehearsed what I'd read in my driving book, "the vehicle who gets to the intersection first, or if it's around the same time, the person on the right to the.." and then dad interrupted as he gunned it,

"NOPE! It's the person with the bigger BALLS!" 

But lets face it, he kind of had a point, because we've all been to that four-way stop where NO ONE had ANY BALLS. I was there yesterday at the four way stop just in front of my old high school, Terry Fox Secondary in Poco. Of course its summer, because it never would have happened that way if pretentious new drivers had anything to do with it. So I pulled up behind one car to realize that no one was moving, in any direction. I had no idea what had happened before I got there, so I don't know who was attempting to be courteous, or just plain dumb. But they even went as far to start to go and stop at the same time, similar to how two people get stuck trying to pass one another in a crowded hallway. Eventually someone waved someone else on, and I've never been so happy to leave an intersection, it was just so painful to watch.

Underhere?

I can't tell if this is a genius way to embarrass someone, or if someone just found this thong on the road and wanted the owner to see them and get them back. Considering this was taken on a Tuesday morning, it must have been one heck of a Monday night.

Dress bliss

I love shopping alone because it's so care-free. You get to spend as long as you like in stores, go into whatever stores you like, leave after 5 minutes if you feel like it...but there is one major downside. When I try things on, I value that second opinion, and lets be honest, the sales clerks are usually biased. If you're running solely on that opinion, I'd grab something you know looks hideous and get their opinion just to gauge their honesty. But I've also found another strategy that works quite well:  

I'm sure this isn't allowed, but then I text my friends and family to get the yea or nah. In the case of the last sparkly light purple dress, I posted it to Facebook to get people's opinions. This also backfired on me because I used the caption, "say yes to the dress?" and one of my aunts thought I was getting married. Oops!

Oh Indy

The other day as I was leaving for work, I stopped at the door thinking. "I can't leave my prescription sunglasses on the coffee table like that!" and then I remembered I didn't live with a four-legged menace anymore who would find them and eat them. It was in that moment that I actually missed the damn dog.
And then I remembered how he slept on my pillows...

And drank from my cup when I wasn't looking...

And whatever he's doing in this shot where he's clearly up to no good...

And then that "miss you" feeling left as quickly as it came :) 

5000 BABY!

I'm happy to share that yesterday after my 3 page views, I officially hit 5002 page views on my blog! Regardless of whether this is actually an accomplishment in the blogging world, I'm pretty excited about it. Remember that this blog started as a school project, one that I was reluctant to do. Since then I've started to like it, and look for things in the my daily life to share with you, such as this shot that I took this morning. Note to self: do not go to bed with wet hair. It's also a test to see if Greg actually reads my blog because that's one of his favourite shirts. Anyways, I couldn't have achieved this likely non-accomplishment without you, my readers, so thanks again. Hope you're having as much fun with it as I am :)

Junk watch

I've been moved out on my own for almost a year at this point, but I still can't help but be on the lookout for junk people left at the side of the road. Lets be clear that a lot of it is actually junk that belongs there for the garbage man to take it away, but once in a while it's good stuff. Greg's bbq, my nightstand, a cd player, an organizer we keep in the storage under the stairs to name a few. The items I didn't get from strangers I got from my family, such as my tv stand, the two Ikea organizers, and my coffee tables. When you're moving out for the first time and have nothing, anything sounds great. Sometimes I call Greg, "do you need a _____?" and he knows I'm not standing in a store where they're selling one for a good price. It's hard to shake yourself of that mentality, and even now I notice things people leave out.