I was driving home tonight and saw a man on rollerblades who looked so totally idiotic I had to stop and stare for an inappropriate amount of time. He was a total disaster. Maybe 45 ish, bald and round in a bright orange shirt - with no ability to balance whatsoever. Looked like a pumpkin on wheels - that kept falling down. Funnier still was the fact that he really and truly thought himself a sex-god. He was really proud of himself and giving me the come hither grin (well I did stop the car to stare at him so... not really his fault). Now - don't get me wrong.... I'm all for getting into shape and so on. Really I am. But some things should be done in private... or at least in the dark.
Then there was the woman at the park with a true and honest "gunt". (Carrie from BC - she'd have made you proud.) I can't really go into much detail about that.... I will only say that it is a combo word (breakfast +lunch = brunch) but using the words gut and a word I cannot permit myself to say (gut+ &8@! = gunt). It was horrid. Awful. It actually hung out under her shirt and I found myself gagging. THAT IS NOT NORMAL. It isn't. The human body was not meant to be pushed to such limits.
Gunts and mullets. Two things the world could do without. If they were both on the same specimen - I would have to run home for the digital camera. I only hope if we are invaded by aliens - they don't choose one of the two individuals described above and clone them or anything. That would be awful. Ooh or worse - have them breed. Ick.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
"Once a Hobbit-like creature, his proximity to the Ring has transformed him into a grotesque creature."
Okay. I just laughed and laughed at myself. I didn't mean to post the above bit yet - it was part of a post I was working on earlier but thought I saved it as a draft. Evidently not. Nope - I posted it out there all by it's lonesome with no explanation whatsoever. I can imagine some of you who are sort of used to my blog stopping in and going "WTF?" am I supposed to say something intelligent here? Now she's all deep and artsy intellectual or something? I hate crap like that. Like Sundance Film festival movies - I have been sucked in again and again. I have now promised that if I rent another one and torture myself with the watching of it - I will make myself pay penance with some archaic form of punishment.... like.... eating Spam or listening to Tommy Page (sp?)albums.
Anyhoo. My original post was going to be something about how Golumn was like that ("Once a Hobbit-like creature, his proximity to the Ring has transformed him into a grotesque creature.") with the ring and I am like that with Cinnabons. Now it isn't as funny though so.... I'll have to come up with something else.
Okay. I just laughed and laughed at myself. I didn't mean to post the above bit yet - it was part of a post I was working on earlier but thought I saved it as a draft. Evidently not. Nope - I posted it out there all by it's lonesome with no explanation whatsoever. I can imagine some of you who are sort of used to my blog stopping in and going "WTF?" am I supposed to say something intelligent here? Now she's all deep and artsy intellectual or something? I hate crap like that. Like Sundance Film festival movies - I have been sucked in again and again. I have now promised that if I rent another one and torture myself with the watching of it - I will make myself pay penance with some archaic form of punishment.... like.... eating Spam or listening to Tommy Page (sp?)albums.
Anyhoo. My original post was going to be something about how Golumn was like that ("Once a Hobbit-like creature, his proximity to the Ring has transformed him into a grotesque creature.") with the ring and I am like that with Cinnabons. Now it isn't as funny though so.... I'll have to come up with something else.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Oh there little fella - whatcha lookin at?
So I am afraid of many things and if I had the energy would likely develop some OCD's about germs as they pertain to dead animals and public washrooms. As it stands they just creep up once and a while. Today was one of those days.
My son decided he'd like a pet mouse - not altogether unappealing since I generally sort of like rodents but - this one was not a pet store type of thing and it was DEAD. My friend Kathleen's cat killed it and left it as a gift for her on her porch. She chucked it onto the lawn and my son decided to go say hello to the rotting carcass - I couldn't stop him - he was petting it. I threw a fit like some crazed lunatic - I blame my Mother for this reaction. (Although in her case - my brother was pretending to be a cat and had the dead mouse in his mouth.) I bleached him from head to toe. I think he might live.
As I was heading home I noticed a lot of roadkill on the side of the highway and it got me thinking about people who remove them - for a living. What do you suppose their table conversation is like? I watched an episode of Trading Spouses once and they ate road kill for dinner. It was appalling. Not only was it roadkill - it had been their pet turkey. And then they told the visiting spouse what/who she had eaten. She nearly threw up. It was all very amusing.
When we were in highschool my friends and I were in a car rally.... and one of the items on the list of "Things to Find" was roadkill. I remember scraping a dead squirrel off the side of the road with a shovel - you wouldn't believe how hard I had to work to scrape that little bugger up! Worst of all they didn't even look in the bag to verify that it was indeed roadkill! I was indescribably proud of that little carpet - and the fact that I managed to keep him in one piece... no small feat.
This reminds me - my Mother was cleaning out her pond last week and a squirrel bubbled up from the bottom. Nearly gave her a heart attack. Then she put it in 500 bags and into the garbage can - where it sat fermenting for 5 days until the garbage man came. You could smell it all the way down the street. Hideous. I actually hid behind a curtain spying on the garbage men to see what their reaction would be -(because I'm childish) to their credit they didn't even flinch. Made me wonder what the worst thing they ever found in a garbage can might have been.
Sweet dreams blogfriends.
My son decided he'd like a pet mouse - not altogether unappealing since I generally sort of like rodents but - this one was not a pet store type of thing and it was DEAD. My friend Kathleen's cat killed it and left it as a gift for her on her porch. She chucked it onto the lawn and my son decided to go say hello to the rotting carcass - I couldn't stop him - he was petting it. I threw a fit like some crazed lunatic - I blame my Mother for this reaction. (Although in her case - my brother was pretending to be a cat and had the dead mouse in his mouth.) I bleached him from head to toe. I think he might live.
As I was heading home I noticed a lot of roadkill on the side of the highway and it got me thinking about people who remove them - for a living. What do you suppose their table conversation is like? I watched an episode of Trading Spouses once and they ate road kill for dinner. It was appalling. Not only was it roadkill - it had been their pet turkey. And then they told the visiting spouse what/who she had eaten. She nearly threw up. It was all very amusing.
When we were in highschool my friends and I were in a car rally.... and one of the items on the list of "Things to Find" was roadkill. I remember scraping a dead squirrel off the side of the road with a shovel - you wouldn't believe how hard I had to work to scrape that little bugger up! Worst of all they didn't even look in the bag to verify that it was indeed roadkill! I was indescribably proud of that little carpet - and the fact that I managed to keep him in one piece... no small feat.
This reminds me - my Mother was cleaning out her pond last week and a squirrel bubbled up from the bottom. Nearly gave her a heart attack. Then she put it in 500 bags and into the garbage can - where it sat fermenting for 5 days until the garbage man came. You could smell it all the way down the street. Hideous. I actually hid behind a curtain spying on the garbage men to see what their reaction would be -(because I'm childish) to their credit they didn't even flinch. Made me wonder what the worst thing they ever found in a garbage can might have been.
Sweet dreams blogfriends.
This is funny in English and way funnier...
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin JAPANESE ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=syb4WzLwzYA (farts are the universal language of funny)
My 4 year old laughed himself to tears over this - well now that I think about it - so did I. Such a bad example.
My 4 year old laughed himself to tears over this - well now that I think about it - so did I. Such a bad example.
Monday, May 08, 2006
Head Gear Animation
There's a theme here... check out the Ikea heads one. I love Ikea. I do. I drool at the thought of the place.... but even more - I would love to be able to do that (see add).
http://www.headgearanimation.com/index2.html
It would save so much time.
http://www.headgearanimation.com/index2.html
It would save so much time.
One Teenage Trauma Better Off Without
Being a teenager is simply a series of humiliations. I have finally found one (above) I managed to escape. I don't know what the function of the above head gear is - and it's okay that I don't know. It's funnier not knowing. I think this is also the only strange affliction that someone has suffered somewhere and not found me to hit on me (well - there's still time....maybe at the next community theatre event....)
Thinking back to my teenage years I am all at once overcome with the urge to crawl into a hole - only peeking my head out long enough to witness funny things like our friend (Neil H.) running through the cafeteria nekid or another guy (James C.) dressed up like a little girl with pigtails - all 7 feet of him in glorious lacy splendor.
Actually - when I get thinking about it there was quite a myriad of fun - in and around all of that other crap that comes with the awkward years between 14 and 19. But I wouldn't go through that again for all of the beer in England. Well - okay maybe I would - but I would need the beer first.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Just Be. Happy.
I know my blog is usually funny (or so I imagine)but on occasion I’ve been known to say something worth while (again.... si I imagine) – I will attempt worthwhiledness now…
I was in Florida last year and it was a particularly trying time in my life. I had two very small children and was having a hard time with – well many aspects of my life. I am generally upbeat and positive but – life has a way of getting to all of us sometimes…I woke up at 4:45 one morning and couldn’t sleep. The waves gently crashing on the beach seemed to beckon to me so I got up and pulled on a t shirt and some shorts and snuck out to get a coffee and have a stroll. I found a sea turtles nest her tracks still untouched by peoples thoughtless walking and beneath the sand all nice and snug – her hundreds of sleeping babies completely unaware of the peril that lay in the journey ahead of them.
I think that I may have been searching for some great moment of clarity or something – but didn’t really expect to find it. I sat down upon a sand dune with my coffee and watched the sun come up.
This stretch of beach was private and very quiet especially at that time of day. There was one old man walking up and down with a metal detector searching for his treasure. He looked like leather and had a puff of cotton for hair. Other than that I was totally alone and very down. I looked up at the horizon and said aloud – “Why can’t I just be happy? I just can’t figure it out.” I sat and reflected for a time and was about to go back to the beach house when a wiry old black man wandered down the beach. He looked like the history of the world was etched in his face. He stopped and smiled at me and I returned his smile. Then he said, “How are you today?” and I replied “Just fine thank you – and yourself?”. “Always fine always fine.” Then he said, “My, you are pretty. Why you sitting there all by your lonesome?”. I just smiled and said, “Thank you. You are very kind. Just doing some thinking”. Then he sort of bowed to me, grinned and started to walk away. When he was nearly out of hearing he turned and smiled that infectious smile and said, “Don’t think so much. Just be. Happy.”
Tears instantly sprang to my eyes. Then I looked back out to the ocean and thought how beautiful the world can be sometimes.
I don’t know what my system of beliefs is or isn’t – I am always learning new things…. But I think that was the closest to ever having a one on one conversation with the big man himself.
I was in Florida last year and it was a particularly trying time in my life. I had two very small children and was having a hard time with – well many aspects of my life. I am generally upbeat and positive but – life has a way of getting to all of us sometimes…I woke up at 4:45 one morning and couldn’t sleep. The waves gently crashing on the beach seemed to beckon to me so I got up and pulled on a t shirt and some shorts and snuck out to get a coffee and have a stroll. I found a sea turtles nest her tracks still untouched by peoples thoughtless walking and beneath the sand all nice and snug – her hundreds of sleeping babies completely unaware of the peril that lay in the journey ahead of them.
I think that I may have been searching for some great moment of clarity or something – but didn’t really expect to find it. I sat down upon a sand dune with my coffee and watched the sun come up.
This stretch of beach was private and very quiet especially at that time of day. There was one old man walking up and down with a metal detector searching for his treasure. He looked like leather and had a puff of cotton for hair. Other than that I was totally alone and very down. I looked up at the horizon and said aloud – “Why can’t I just be happy? I just can’t figure it out.” I sat and reflected for a time and was about to go back to the beach house when a wiry old black man wandered down the beach. He looked like the history of the world was etched in his face. He stopped and smiled at me and I returned his smile. Then he said, “How are you today?” and I replied “Just fine thank you – and yourself?”. “Always fine always fine.” Then he said, “My, you are pretty. Why you sitting there all by your lonesome?”. I just smiled and said, “Thank you. You are very kind. Just doing some thinking”. Then he sort of bowed to me, grinned and started to walk away. When he was nearly out of hearing he turned and smiled that infectious smile and said, “Don’t think so much. Just be. Happy.”
Tears instantly sprang to my eyes. Then I looked back out to the ocean and thought how beautiful the world can be sometimes.
I don’t know what my system of beliefs is or isn’t – I am always learning new things…. But I think that was the closest to ever having a one on one conversation with the big man himself.
Straight to Hell in a Handbasket For Me
| Greed: | High | |
| Gluttony: | Medium | |
| Wrath: | Low | |
| Sloth: | Low | |
| Envy: | Low | |
| Lust: | Low | |
| Pride: | Medium |
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Cutest Goddamned Thing I Ever Saw
I don't know what this is but I know I've never seen anything so painfully cute in my life. I was about to say so cute I could just eat it up. But that just sounds so wrong.
Friday, May 05, 2006
"I want to father your children!" and other stories...
Well. Now that I've got your attention...
I decided to go to Toys R Us today to buy a sandbox. A place that you normally wouldn't be oggled - you might think. But as I was walking from the car into the store - these two guys drove by slowly in a pick-up and the passenger yelled that (see above) out the window at me - total redneck (at least he didn't have a mullet) and me thinking thank god I left my actual children at home. My automatic reaction was to think, "Well of course you do. I'm intelligent and kind and I can be very entertaining when I drink...and then there is that thing I can do with the squirting milk out of my eye that clearly makes me a superior being" - But then how would he know that? Did he actually expect me to go "Okay - jump on big boy?" or that he was just really clever? I really wished I had something to throw at him. Like maybe roadkill.
It reminds me of kid in highschool that used to call and hang up on me all the time. He would call and hang up - repeatedly - and then on the tenth time or so he would ask me to go out with him and then hang up. This poor guy was a total throw back to the gene pool seriously. I won't get too mean - but if you've seen the Trailer Park Boys the guy with the glasses (Bubbles) would be his twin.
I am really really not kidding. The first time I saw the show I thought it was him.
Again - as previously established I am the weirdo magnet - so this should not surprise me... or any of you for that matter.
On a totally unrelated note - I started reading Dan Brown's Angels and Demons today. It is very good so far.
I decided to go to Toys R Us today to buy a sandbox. A place that you normally wouldn't be oggled - you might think. But as I was walking from the car into the store - these two guys drove by slowly in a pick-up and the passenger yelled that (see above) out the window at me - total redneck (at least he didn't have a mullet) and me thinking thank god I left my actual children at home. My automatic reaction was to think, "Well of course you do. I'm intelligent and kind and I can be very entertaining when I drink...and then there is that thing I can do with the squirting milk out of my eye that clearly makes me a superior being" - But then how would he know that? Did he actually expect me to go "Okay - jump on big boy?" or that he was just really clever? I really wished I had something to throw at him. Like maybe roadkill.
It reminds me of kid in highschool that used to call and hang up on me all the time. He would call and hang up - repeatedly - and then on the tenth time or so he would ask me to go out with him and then hang up. This poor guy was a total throw back to the gene pool seriously. I won't get too mean - but if you've seen the Trailer Park Boys the guy with the glasses (Bubbles) would be his twin.
I am really really not kidding. The first time I saw the show I thought it was him.Again - as previously established I am the weirdo magnet - so this should not surprise me... or any of you for that matter.
On a totally unrelated note - I started reading Dan Brown's Angels and Demons today. It is very good so far.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Ultra Low Rise
I bought these mighty fine looking "ultra low rise" pants from American Eagle. They start out fine- looking very cool - but they fall down the second you move in them. Makes sense when in reality they are already part way there by nature. I was just trying to fit in -(to the pants and the crowd.) Albeit - the crowd I'm trying to fit into is about 1/2 my age.... but anyways... I think I'll stick to low rise or above - ultra low just makes me feel like I need to constantly pull them up. Not as bad as those kids that wear the baggy pants down underneath their bums. (Refresh my memory - what is the point of pants again?)
I don't get it. I'm getting old. Thank god.
I don't get it. I'm getting old. Thank god.
Muppet Matrix
Any Matrix or Muppet fans will fall in love with this. It's brilliant.
Click on the link....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QftylBUKdtA
Ta.
Click on the link....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QftylBUKdtA
Ta.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Mullet Mullet Mullet Mullet part two...
Just a quick note - today I saw an entire Mullet family. Mommy mullet, Daddy mullet, little girl (?) mullet and little boy mullet. Now - it's one thing to do that to yourself but - when you do it to your kids (HENCE FORWARD KNOWN AS A "CHULLET"....you know... child+ mullet = chullet) It is just sooooo very very wrong. And I'm not talking cute little baby mullets or not wanting to cut the baby curls - no - I'm takling full blown red neck chullets.
I know that using a floebee (http://www.flowbee.com/) to cut your hair might save money - but seriously you ought to consider shaving your head. (Or letting me. I would do it for free. In fact I would consider paying you to end the mullet madness)
Bonus mullet pics.... examples of some chullets. This is a clear form of abuse.
I know that using a floebee (http://www.flowbee.com/) to cut your hair might save money - but seriously you ought to consider shaving your head. (Or letting me. I would do it for free. In fact I would consider paying you to end the mullet madness)
Bonus mullet pics.... examples of some chullets. This is a clear form of abuse.
Interactive Blog For You....
So just for fun I am doing my first interactive BLOG. I am posting my first (and there may be more but we will see how this one goes....) blogging advice column. It should be like a Dear Abby - only more intimate since there are far fewer of you. No subject is taboo (except anything about a whale penis ......Carrie...ahem). You just need to email me littleangelphoto@mail.com with your question and tell me want you want to know.
An example would be; "Is it bad that I am 34 and have an imaginary friend named Ben?"
My answer might be something like...."I would 'imagine' you should talk to someone about that." or maybe I would say "No. Not at all! I've always liked the name Ben."
Let's have a try shall we? Might be fun.
An example would be; "Is it bad that I am 34 and have an imaginary friend named Ben?"
My answer might be something like...."I would 'imagine' you should talk to someone about that." or maybe I would say "No. Not at all! I've always liked the name Ben."
Let's have a try shall we? Might be fun.
Eyebrow Shaving Mishap
Okay. So a couple of years ago I had an incident that involved a razor and my eyebrow. You might be sitting there thinking - WHY -- why would she shave her eyebrow? Weeeeelll. I was late and I had an important meeting ---- and my tweezers were MIA. So.... I saw the razor and thought.... what the hell... why not? I'll tell you why not. It is really hard to drive a car with blood in your eyes and -- it is really hard to look dignified sitting in aforementioned meeting with blood dripping down your face. Funnier still. I muttered some excuse about a science experiment gone awry when the senior partner turned to me and said "Shave your eyebrow?". She didn't really say it as much as she announced it. And everyone just sat and stared at me. Now how the hell would she know that. My expression must have displayed my shock. On the way out of the meeting she turned to me and in a conspiratorial tone said.... "Well. Once you've done it to yourself you recognize it when someone else does it." I'm still waiting to burn someone by spotting their secret.
So now I wax. And for a while I would have done Mr. Miyagi proud (may he rest in peace) until the day I waxed my entire eyebrow off - except just the tiniest tuft at one end. I looked really "special". Now my friend helps me. She was embarrassed to be seen in public with me, I think. (Don't answer that Carrie).
You should all be terribly proud of me today. I saw the razor and was tempted but managed not to do it. Finally a lesson learned I guess - well it might be a little thing but some days you just have to hold on to them no matter how small they are...
Cheers.
So now I wax. And for a while I would have done Mr. Miyagi proud (may he rest in peace) until the day I waxed my entire eyebrow off - except just the tiniest tuft at one end. I looked really "special". Now my friend helps me. She was embarrassed to be seen in public with me, I think. (Don't answer that Carrie).
You should all be terribly proud of me today. I saw the razor and was tempted but managed not to do it. Finally a lesson learned I guess - well it might be a little thing but some days you just have to hold on to them no matter how small they are...
Cheers.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
I used to want to go to Australia.... now I'm not so sure...
http://www.patriciapiccinini.net/wearefamily/index.php?sec=yf&pg=01
I don't think I can be normal now. (Assuming I was normal to begin with.)
I don't think I can be normal now. (Assuming I was normal to begin with.)
For your amusement...
Monday, May 01, 2006
Okay - My Adoring Fans.... I am the weirdo magnet
I generally don't make fun of handicapped people...
I went to an Ancaster Community Theatre performance on Saturday. First - I don't know how many of you have dared to walk the halls of your old highschool - but it is a strange experience. Strange and disturbing. I was immediately overcome with the urge to defy authority, so when they told us the door we were supposed to use - I had to actually restrain myself from using the other one. Then I used the washroom marked "Staff Only" because I am a rebel and always will be.
I am surprised at how much talent goes untapped by Canadian Idol. It was a very eclectic mix of oldies and some new songs. My favorite had to be Proud Mary - fanfrickintastic people! The kind of stuff you see only in superb movies like Sisteract. Angela was a star! The smoke machine and sparkly costumes were the icing on the cake - and the lighting and sound guys -you rock.
At intermission - I was mingling. I took it upon myself to observe and noted the over abundance of geriatric patients in the auditorium. The average age was over 80 - not kidding. (flashback to the "Like a Virgin" when the ladies touched themselves in a suggestive way and figured the old folks home would be a-buzz tonight.... and so would the cardiology unit at the local hospital...). Anyhoo - so there I was chatting away with my friend Angela's Mother and her entourage when BLAMO - I become "strange people magnet". This happens unexpectedly and it happens often. (I seem to have inherited this from my Mother.) Anyways - this really sweet girl - who just happens to be handicapped -decides to befriend me. And I don't just mean she said hi and chatted for a minute. NOOOOOOOO. She followed me around - bestowed kisses on me and petted me all over. She was rather fond of me and rather immediately decided she might keep me. At the time I was sitting with my friend Carrie and she keeps looking at me with this "how do I escape look" and I keep thinking "YOU - what about me? " And then - my little friend attempted to lick Carrie on the face. But then she was distracted by the softness of my legs... and so... that was weird... and then she flexed for me. Funny too - was when she did this call me thing with her thumb and baby finger. I was a little unsure of myself at that point. I turned to Carrie and in a very dry tone said "Well. At least I know I've still got it.". She laughed so hard she nearly puked and had way more fun than any friend really ought to at another's' expense.
It's okay though. I know one day I'll get her back. (check your "soak-er tub" for a trout...) ;-D
Worth mentioning was the time that Carrie (from BC) and I went to the cowboy bar. We had a few drinks and got up to dance to some kickass Dixie Chicks - and were joined by a very nice fellow in a wheel chair. This was good - we all danced and he seemed quite nice. Until we attempted to leave the dance floor. We thought it was a fun thing to - you know pull him around in the wheel chair - dancelike -- but he got a hold of Carrie's hands at the end of the song and wouldn't let go. So it went from bad to worse when she started trying to run away and ended up dragging him all the way across the bar with a look of mounting terror on her face. I dubbed him the "vehicular stalker". And Carrie and I laughed a lot about that. Actually - I laughed... she just kind of whimpered.
I'm actually still laughing.
I went to an Ancaster Community Theatre performance on Saturday. First - I don't know how many of you have dared to walk the halls of your old highschool - but it is a strange experience. Strange and disturbing. I was immediately overcome with the urge to defy authority, so when they told us the door we were supposed to use - I had to actually restrain myself from using the other one. Then I used the washroom marked "Staff Only" because I am a rebel and always will be.
I am surprised at how much talent goes untapped by Canadian Idol. It was a very eclectic mix of oldies and some new songs. My favorite had to be Proud Mary - fanfrickintastic people! The kind of stuff you see only in superb movies like Sisteract. Angela was a star! The smoke machine and sparkly costumes were the icing on the cake - and the lighting and sound guys -you rock.
At intermission - I was mingling. I took it upon myself to observe and noted the over abundance of geriatric patients in the auditorium. The average age was over 80 - not kidding. (flashback to the "Like a Virgin" when the ladies touched themselves in a suggestive way and figured the old folks home would be a-buzz tonight.... and so would the cardiology unit at the local hospital...). Anyhoo - so there I was chatting away with my friend Angela's Mother and her entourage when BLAMO - I become "strange people magnet". This happens unexpectedly and it happens often. (I seem to have inherited this from my Mother.) Anyways - this really sweet girl - who just happens to be handicapped -decides to befriend me. And I don't just mean she said hi and chatted for a minute. NOOOOOOOO. She followed me around - bestowed kisses on me and petted me all over. She was rather fond of me and rather immediately decided she might keep me. At the time I was sitting with my friend Carrie and she keeps looking at me with this "how do I escape look" and I keep thinking "YOU - what about me? " And then - my little friend attempted to lick Carrie on the face. But then she was distracted by the softness of my legs... and so... that was weird... and then she flexed for me. Funny too - was when she did this call me thing with her thumb and baby finger. I was a little unsure of myself at that point. I turned to Carrie and in a very dry tone said "Well. At least I know I've still got it.". She laughed so hard she nearly puked and had way more fun than any friend really ought to at another's' expense.
It's okay though. I know one day I'll get her back. (check your "soak-er tub" for a trout...) ;-D
Worth mentioning was the time that Carrie (from BC) and I went to the cowboy bar. We had a few drinks and got up to dance to some kickass Dixie Chicks - and were joined by a very nice fellow in a wheel chair. This was good - we all danced and he seemed quite nice. Until we attempted to leave the dance floor. We thought it was a fun thing to - you know pull him around in the wheel chair - dancelike -- but he got a hold of Carrie's hands at the end of the song and wouldn't let go. So it went from bad to worse when she started trying to run away and ended up dragging him all the way across the bar with a look of mounting terror on her face. I dubbed him the "vehicular stalker". And Carrie and I laughed a lot about that. Actually - I laughed... she just kind of whimpered.
I'm actually still laughing.
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