The Price is Wrong

Funniest episode of The Price is Right ever was on today. As I was eating my cereal before I go to work I was watching TV. I almost choked on my cereal from laughing so hard and ran and got my dad to share this funniness with someone else. Today's episode was full of bloopers. Did anyone else see it? The first blooper was when he ended a game right in the middle of it. Then he was like, oops I just screwed up...ah, give her the car anyways. Then the contestants in contestant row started beating on each other when one of them would bid one dollar more than the first person. One girl resorted to karate kicking the guy next to her after punching him. After this one of the games pieces didn't work so Bob had to go and take it off the stand and throw it backstage. If you think that's all that happened you're wrong. He then proceeded to tell a fat joke about one of the contestants. He later apologized for it. It was just a really funny way to start a day. If you didn't see it you surely missed out because today's episode topped them all to date.

Why I Don't Ski Part 2

It took 3 years after the first ski trial for me to give it another try. When I was 17 my best friend Karen and her family invited me to join them in a winter retreat. It was to celebrate our last winter vacation before graduation. So we all rented out a condo for a week at Whistler. I was determined to try snowboarding and so was Karen. She was already really good at skiing and had her own ski's. Lucky duck. So our first day there we both rented a snowboard. Just in case nobody has told you yet, I will tell you...never go by your first day impressions of snowboarding. You will spend the whole time on your bum watching other boarders for little tips you might catch onto. After the first full day we were both really sore. I mean so sore we had to help eachother change because we couldn't lift our arms.
That evening we were already in bed with the curtain drawn(that's what seperated the rooms...a curtain). Suddenly Karen's mom started laughing really hard so we slowly pulled the curtain back to be faced with Karen's dad wearing a snorkel set. It was so funny. That really has nothing to do with the skiing stories I'm telling but I thought I would throw that in.
The second day we both tried skiing. Ok, Karen went skiing and I tried to keep up. After half the day gone Karen asked me if it was ok that she go on ahead and we meet up at the condo later. I said that was fine because I knew I was painfully slow for her. When I was about half way done the run I was on I hit a patch of ice and went sliding down quite a ways. When I finally stopped I realized that one of my ski's had come off and was still up the mountain where I had hit the ice. So I started up slowly to collect my fallen articles. I finally collected them all and tried to figure out how to put my ski back on in the middle of a hill. I couldn't get it on because I kept falling over. I looked over to see a little shed sticking out of the snow and headed over to it to help me balance. Once I got there I still couldn't get it on. After about an hour of trying to get my stupid ski back on I decided it would be better to take off the other one and slide on my bum down to the flatter area. That idea still didn't work. I wrote a couple of poems while I was out there because the view was unbelieveable. Suddenly a guy came up to me and said that I had to get off the hill because it had been closed for about half an hour already. I told him that I would love to get off but I couldn't get my ski's back on. He helped me put them back on and away we went. He told me I was really good at it but I told him that it was the last time I was ever going to ski. I had enough of if. But I would instead pick up snowboarding because at least I could keep it attached to my feet while I sat on my bum. And that is what I did. I stuck with snowboarding and by the end of that week I knew how to carve. Awesome!
Another funny story about staying at the condo with Karen's family was that one night the fire alarm went off. The system had frozen wires and because of it's safety precaution it went off. We had to stand outside in the freezing cold in our pj's and wait for the fire person to come and tell us that it was ok to go back in. All I can say is that I'm glad I wasn't part of the couple wrapped in a blanket. Hee hee...I wonder what they were doing.
But now I have the feva peeps. I'm ready to go boarding whenever with whomever. Just say the word and I'm there.

Reasons Why I Don't Ski....Part 1

It was a Friday night. The air was clear and free of wind. Our spirits were high. I was excited to go skiing for the very first time. As I approached the top of the bunny hill I asked my friends some questions. They answered and said, you'll be fine. Let's go. One question that I forgot to ask was how to stop. As I was cruising down the hill in a moderate yet accelerating pace I realized that I was going to have to come to either a stop or slow down. I tried the snowplow moved they showed me. That worked a bit...but I needed to stop. I thought to myself...why don't you lean forward and fall on your knees and hands. The idea seemed smart at the time. As I leaned forward I realized that this was a bad idea. I started to go faster and then I started to tumble...head over feet. I went over once....then the second time my nose made contact with my ski....I kept on going...the third flip I hit my head and when I came to my face was in the snow. I had no idea what was going on...I couldn't breath and there was blood all over the snow. The first aid people had already been alerted and were on their way. By the time they got there I could breath again...but still shocked and confused told them I was alright. Let's go for another round. I first asked my friends how to stop...oh, fall sideways...good to know. When I got down to the chairlift guys they gave me a really worried and weird look...I just passed it off as they had heard about the girl tumbling down the hill. I thought that maybe they told them what I was wearing. Whatever...let's go skiing. So I got on the chairlift and went up. I did about 3 more runs...each time the chairlift operator giving me strange looks. Whatever. On the way up after the 3 run I wasn't paying attention when we got to the top of the hill. I didn't pull my polls up in time and they snapped from the pressure of being squeezed between the chair and the cliff's edge below us. That's it. I thought and I quit for the night. When I went in to return my ski's and polls I told the young guy behind the counter that I didn't have any money to pay for the broken polls. His reply was that I didn't have to pay for them because he could tell I lost a lot of blood. I was like, WHAT??? Whatever. I headed to the washroom because everyone around me was looking at me in horror. When I entered into the washroom I looked in the mirror and was faced with something that looked like it walked out of a horror movie. I had dried blood all over my face. Why didn't someone tell me? Oh well...didn't have to pay for the broken polls.

Weird is normal isn't it?

I really have nothing new to report...but I feel bad about not posting anything new in a while. So really I'm just here to babble today. Welcome to my babble day! It's official.
So people have been telling me lately that I'm a weirdo. I don't find that this statement is true...I'm just different. I like to have fun and break the box mold of normal.
At work I'm a hostess...working my way up to becoming a server. I work with about 5 other girls who are also hostess'. I like to have fun while I'm working and part of this fun is to bug them. The one girl, let's call her Alisha(that is really her name and that's why I said let's call her that...so it's not that I'm being creative and making up names to call these people..I just use the names they gave me...it's more convienient and honest). Anyways, Alisha was working in the back of the restaurant making sure all the plates were garnished properly and all that. Every time I walked past her I would tell her that she was in my way. This was funny because there was always at least 3 feet between us and she was never in my way. Sometimes I would yell it at her when she was on the opposite side of the room from me. It made me laugh and yet some would say that this behaviour was what they would call "Weird". It reminded me of the movie Night at the Roxberry when the club owner would accuse Huewy of grabbing his rear. Little things people, little things make me smile. My attitude is you gotta find your own funnies.
Random thing: I really can't wait to try out snowboarding again this winter. Oh yes people, I'm going to conquer and distroy! Ok, maybe just distroy.....my body. But it will be fun and I'm sure it will indeed bring about a whole new load of update stories.

I had the crap scared out of me....never was meant to be taken literally

Funny story. My dad was chasing my cat around the house with a plastic bag. Normally she loves plastic bags but this time she was acting scared of it and was running away making noises that I've never heard come from her before. As she ran away from him she left something behind. Poop! She literally had the crap scared out of her.

Embarassment 101

Ok, so even though I made two out of three comments on my last blog post I still technically still received one. So with that said I am now able to update my blog with a clear conscience. So I'm going to tell you a couple of embarrassing stories just to put a smile on your face. I'm going to start with the one about the guy at the door. This just happened the other day so it's very fresh in my mind.
This young lad came to the door and rang the doorbell. I was sitting in the family room watching tv and got up and ran to the door. As soon as I opened the door I shouted at the guy thinking it was either my brother or one of his friends. I shouted "WE DON'T HAVE ANY MORE CANDY NOW LEAVE US ALONE!!!!" At this the young lad replied, "Can you please sign this?" That's right people he was just delivering a package. I was so embarrassed and tried back peddling. I told him that I'm not really a crazy person I just thought that he was one of my brother's friends. He didn't seem to really care, he just wanted to get away from me as quickly as possible. I can't say that I blame him.
Today was a good day for blog material. Two stories came out of today. If my brother had a blog he too would have a great material day. Maybe I'll use his wonderful/tragic stories to enhance my blog updates. Hmm...I think my brain cell is working. Ok, so do you want to hear my stories from today? How about I tell them to you then. The first one is something that looking back on I should have said, ok that's a great sign of how the rest of my night is going so maybe I should go home and stay there. But no I didn't listen to that little voice. Instead I said I am here let me work. My boss asked me to go to the store to pick up some Clamato juice. He needed 4 of the really big ones. I was like, sure. So I went. When I was walking out of the store a penny kept falling out of the bag. I thought this is weird but I'm just going to keep going. My car isn't very far away. So I got to the car no problem. When I got back to work I pulled the two bags of juice out of my car. Just then one of the bags broke. I was like, oh dear. So I put them down gently before the bag completely broke. I rebalanced them and took two steps. Just then the other bag broke. I was like what is going on here. So now I'm balancing four bottles of juice and my purse. Can we say awkward?? While I was working on getting balanced out I heard a guy across the parking lot yell at his friend to come and see. I sure hope he wasn't watching me struggle. I finally reached the door and one of the guys I work with offered to help me. What an angel. What kind of store gives you such flimsy bags?
My second story is a lot more embarrassing than that. Tonight was really busy. Every seat was taken and I had a line up at the door. One of the servers came and asked me if I could help him clean up a mess he made. He dropped two glasses of ice tea and there was ice everywhere. So I cleaned up one handful and went back for the second handful of ice. When I came back though I slipped on a piece of ice that had escaped my hand on the first trip and slipped and fell on my knee and was left lying on the floor in the entry way. Yes people, sprawled out. I heard a lady ask me if I was ok. I was like, yep. Then she asked me if I was sure, I replied nope. Then she asked me again, are you ok. I said, yeah I'm just going to walk it off. I headed to the back of the restaurant and I don't know if it was embarrassment or pain or maybe both but suddenly I started crying. I ran into the washroom and closed the door. I looked at myself in the mirror and asked out loud, why I am crying??? Then I lifted up my pant leg and realized that I had done a number on my knee. So I tried composing myself but my eyes were still red and I headed back to the front of the restaurant to clean up the rest of the water so nobody else would wipe out. The whole time with my eyes on the floor so no one would see that I had been crying. I got to the front and cleaned up with nobody noticing...whew. But I say slip and slide is for outside only! And not on concrete. The first thing that went through my head when it happened though was not oh my goodness everyone has just seen this...but now I know how ice skaters feel when they wipe out on ice...and I only had a cube of it. I think something is seriously wrong with me to think of jokes while trying to cling onto life. Ok, maybe that was a little dramatic. Ah, let's just go with that. So I hope you're having a better day!

My weekend Adventures Part 2

So I left off telling you that Dawn and I were going out on the town. We were heading towards a birthday party. On the way there Dawn laughed and said that every time she goes down this one street she is reminded of what I said about it. You see to me it seems like a street that I wouldn't ever go down because it doesn't look like it goes any where. But she likes to take this route to go into downtown Vancouver...Who would have known. If it was me driving I totally wouldn't have gone that way. But I also don't live there and I would most likely get us lost so it's a good thing she was driving. Anyways, when we got to the restaurant Dawn prayed that God would open up a parking spot that she could just drive into instead of parallel park. Well people, he answers prayers. So we parked and headed over towards the restaurant. Just as we started walking it started to rain. So we ran. When we got to the restaurant nobody was there yet so we were going to call them. But Dawn realized then that she forgot her phone in the car. So she ran back to the car to get it. Oh yeah, on our run to the restaurant we ran into a guy who asked us for some money so he could stay at a hostel. So I gave him a loonie because that's all I had and apparently he didn't take debit(I asked) and Dawn gave him the rest that he needed. So awesome of her. Anyways, back to the birthday party thingy. When Dawn got back from the car she pulled me out of the restaurant and told me that they changed their minds and location of the party. So we walked to the new destination. When we got there we were greeted by the birthday girl and a few of her friends(and sister). She explained that they couldn't seat us until half of the party was there. As we waited(for a whole 5 minutes) the hostess' gave away one our tables. So now instead of having 3 tables for 15 people we now had 2 tables for 15 people...Not going to work. So understandably the birthday girl was upset. She had been there for 40 minutes already waiting to guarantee a table and within the last 5 minutes they gave away one of her tables(they don't take reservations at this restaurant). So 15 of us squeezed into a place meant for only 10 until another table kitty corner from us opened up. So 10 of them went and sat over there while the other 5 of us sat at the original table. It was still a lot of fun though. Our waitress did a great job. I ordered the diva salad. And when I ordered it I did the criss cross snap motion...That's right people I'm a diva(at least when I eat salad). It was soo yummy though. It had dried cranberries which was my favorite part. I use to hate cranberries until I was about 23 and then I tried them at a place called "Lady of the Lake" in Brandon on my turkey sandwich and since that moment I could put them on almost any thing. So good. Anyways, it was a really great salad. At the end of the meal we all sat around and talked and had a great time getting to know eachother.
At the very end the waitress came over and asked us if anyone had used valet parking. A few of us had and she said she would get the cars ready so that we wouldn't have to wait outside in the rain. In other words we were getting kicked out. This wouldn't have been such a big deal to me normally because we had been sitting there for a long time after we were done but we were still with the other table that was still eating. People, just because we aren't sitting together any more because of your stupid giving away tables doesn't mean that we are now two parties. It's still one birthday party. Needless to say I was very unimpressed with the hostessing staff.
We then went back to Dawn and Corrie's house and relaxed and talked about the evening.
The next morning I headed back to Kelowna, I wanted to beat any kind of extreme weather that might be coming. And according to the news it was a good thing I did. Apparently there was a mud slide that I missed by coming home early in the day. Yay!!! Until next time peeps, peace out.