Got meself a verrra lovely shirt from the GAP today.

Check it out!

Tres sexy - even more so because half of the money goes to a good cause! It is for this cause I will post a picture of my chest... I am sure that it will encourage someone out there to run right out and get one too. LOL. (I'm am such a tard...)

I was going to pretend that it wasn't happening but it doesn't seem to be working. The date of my birth approaches.

It seems this happens with increasing frequency. I'm sure I just had one of these dreaded things - but one must accept what one cannot change. BUT one can drink. So - ladies - what and where will we be drinking on Friday? I throw it out there for you to ponder. I know that I will be getting a wee bit loopy. I invite you to join me - or since I will be closer to you - I invite me to join you. Let us communicate by phone and nail down de particulars (like whose sink I'll be sleeping in...or under and what you guys want on the pizza). Jenn - as much as I would lurve the diva concert - I have already seen them and loved it. I need to squeeze in the maximum amount of alcohol... saavy? Maybe you can find us after? What say you?

And now for a little something odd.... that could be fun...I think I 'm coming back when I am drunk to do that. But I don't think I will for this one... it would make me vomit - it almost did that sober. But this, this I want.

Matchmaker matchmaker bring me a dream...it's that time again

Bachelor numero uno
This is Samson. Samson is a self made millionaire having invented dental floss. He is a Gemini and has more than two personalities at present (keeps the conversation flowing). An avid shell collector and wine aficionado, Samson looks forward to sharing his secrets of personal hygiene with you.



Bachelor number two
This is Machismo. He enjoys dinner parties and stupid human tricks. His past times include terrifying small children and apple carving. Machismo believes that the secrets of the universe are contained in an olive jar that he has kept in a shrine for the past 35 years. He owns a vast collection of strawberry shortcake figurines and limited edition serial killer cards. A perfect first date would consist of a leisurely stroll through some brambles and a quick vinegar bath.




Bachelor number three
This is Charles. He still lives at home with his Mom (although no one has seen her alive in over 20 years). Charles has recently started his own religion worshipping potatoes. He can teach you how to hear them speak the prophecy on your second or third date. Charles is intense and romantic. He is waiting for the perfect woman to "complete" his collection - ahem - um him. He means to complete HIM, right Charles? He has recently taken up hip hop dancing and would love to show you his skillz.

STOP LOOKING AT ME!

A few years ago, Carrie and I went to Canada's Wonderland. The night before some of our group were stupid enough - knowing we had to go on roller coasters the next day - to get really really hammered. The next day Carrie felt so bad that she didn't want to go anymore - but I was so excited that she felt guilty so we packed into the car (good friend). I then proceeded to make her go on every single roller coaster in the park.

After one particularly insane roller coaster, Carrie feels like she is going to be sick. I go with her behind this little building into this little area surrounded by trees. Carrie crouches down taking the "I'm going to hurl" stance and I assume the look out post. Then from behind me I hear Carrie yell "STOP LOOKING AT ME!", I turn and yell "I'm not looking at you!". Carrie whimpers, "Not you. Him." and points to a frog who is directly in front of her staring her in the face. I nearly peed my pants laughing. It was such a ridiculous vision.

Speaking of odd places to find a frog...another reason to wash your salad.

Goodtimes...

The Twister Goddess at work.

Okay, so the next few posts are for all the people in BC who pop in on occasion to see if they are featured my posts.... or to see if I am still retarded. (I am). The rest of you have to deal with it too since - you simply have no say in it. LOL.

These pictures are from Kamloops, the Sun Peaks resort in BC. The people are some of the most incredibly fun people on planet earth. They even have quarter bouncing talents and this is no small feat. (There is an action shot - that I took after several drinks - and managed to catch the quarter actually bouncing into the glass - also no small talent I assure you.)

This trip was my first attempt and - ahem - last attempt at the sport of snowboarding. Again, it is one of those things that I will just have to imagine somewhere in my head I am fabulous at - in reality I think next time I should stick to bartending and passing out Robacxiset (sp?). (Carrie, there is no need to tell everyone here how funny I looked bouncing on my head down the hill, okay?)

Funny airport story though. I was walking behind this little girl and she was all alone. She looked to be about 2 or 3. She was really tiny! To top it off she was dragging a suitcase as big as she was and didn't seem to be having an easy time of it. I turned to the man walking beside me and ask if she was his, he replied no. So I took it upon myself to go and see if she needed help. Upon catching up to her and seeing her face - IT WAS NOT A CHILD. At the time the words were already out..."Do you need help little.... (and then I said.... yes it's bad...) er.... woman?"
Shoot me now. It was a fricken midget. Highe Fivhe!

TWISTER!

The token adults. They protected us from things like starvation and...cars... alchohol poisoning. Oh yes, and they also watched the tiny people so that we could PARTY. Very awesome.

So now. See what happens when you drink too much? It all begins very innocently, a glass or two of wine with dinner. A slight warming feeling spreads through your person. People sit around the fire chatting, more wine is consumed. The odd hiccup may be heard from amongst the crowd. Then someone breaks out the Twister (or monkey sounds)and there's no looking back. After playing Twister (and drinking more wine) I thought it would be fun to pick up my best friends 230 pound 6'4 husband. (That is her standing behind us with a look of worry on her face). Sadly, I hurt myself more drunk tobogganing. That would be when we caught 4 feet of air and landed on a road. When a car was coming. (You retards!). I also got a great bit of roadrash.

After lots of beer the brother in laws got romantic... awwww. They lurves eachother.

I love this. It's bloody genius.

Took this picture while I was leaving for the airport at 4:00 am.

Ode to my BC friends.... (click the link for STUART)

I need a snooze, there was so much booze.

I cannot ski, oh sad sad me.

We had some beer and could not steer.

Downhill we goed across the road.

Been many places, made silly faces.

Stayed up too late it was our fate.

Until next time - I'll drink no wine --

Till summer's here - then have no fear.

(can you tell they are related?)

WTF!

Gives a new meaning to "boobjob". LMAO. WTF?

and then there is this. Couldn't someone throw some rocks in there, I mean come on. WTF?

Happy St. Valentine's Day

Using the language of the law courts for the rituals of courtly love, a "High Court of Love" was established in Paris on Valentine's Day in 1400. The court dealt with love contracts, betrayals, and violence against women. Judges were selected by women on the basis of a poetry reading.

The earliest surviving valentine dates from 1415. It is a poem written by Charles, Duke of Orleans to his wife. At the time, the duke was being held in the Tower of London following his capture at the Battle of Agincourt. It is probable that the various legends about St. Valentine were invented during this period.

Among these legends: On the evening before Valentine was to be martyred for being a Christian, he passed a love note to his jailer's daughter that read, "From your Valentine."

During a ban on marriages of Roman soldiers by the Emperor Claudius II, St. Valentine secretly helped arrange marriages.

The Greeting Card Association estimates that approximately one billion valentines are sent each year worldwide, making the day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year behind Christmas. The association estimates that women purchase approximately 85 percent of all valentines.

All booked. My brother's upcoming nuptials are something I am looking forward to with great anticipation. Carrie (BC) is going to crash the wedding and the two of us will be the bartending geniuses that we were born to be. I plan on getting all of the guests just a wee bit smash-ed and then standing back to marvel at my handiwork (camera firmly planted in hand). Not that I won't be joining them - shot for shot and glass for glass. A one for you - two for me type of scenario. Should make for some fantastic blogging. Weddings always do - especially ones that involve an airplane and a location away from home. There is something most dangerous in being away from home for such events. Though - you may know or be related to many of the people there... there is the feeling that because you are away from home you may act in a way that you would not normally and it is somehow justified. The free flowing booze tends to encourage this type of behavior.

There is also the added danger of Carrie and I together - since anywhere we go always ends up being a part of what will, no doubt, comprise the majority of my (one day) memoirs. I do believe I have only touched the tip of the iceberg round here describing some of our more hilarious antics and the resulting side clutching laughter that inevitably ensues. (Most of it involving figure pointing.... at her, LOL). We are what ABFAB was before they got old(er).

Cheers. The countdown to the third weekend in May has begun.

Oh yeah, and I was doing the IQ test that Kat had posted and I found this on the website. It has the answers to the universe...no shit. Better than any fortune cooker ever.

You had me at hello.....

Another crazy Linda story. This appears to be a blog dedicated to the fun and foibles of another... but I promise I'll come back to make fun of myself soon. This is just too good to pass up...

Everyone at some point in their life has a "tag" line. A phrase delivered at an opportune moment that is like something out of a movie - some are witty enough or lucky enough to have many. It comes as no surprise that Linda has accomplished this feat within months of knowing her. I'm sure it will be a continuing theme in our friendship - in fact there might be new weekly feature; "Linda's weekly phrase".

Last week we were sitting in on a trial. The judge made an exception and allowed us to remain there, though it was usually a closed courtroom. He addressed our class in between items that came up on the docket and was very encouraging.

Now Linda, how do I put this.... is known for speaking her mind. She probably does this in her sleep more effectively than most. She likes to talk. It must have killed her to sit quietly for the entire morning while we were there. At one point when the judge addressed us it was to ascertain if in fact - we would be able to remain for the duration of what appeared to be a relatively long trial. Linda pipes up at this point and says, "You have ME until one o'clock." with a little smile. The courtroom is silent - all eyes back and forth between the judge and Linda, like a tennis match, mouths paused in little "o's". The judge shifts at the bench, blushes, clears his throat - giggles and proceeds to say, "I should hold you in contempt!". The courtroom explodes with laughter.

I believe that I might buy shirts for the class with that line on the front...the judges line on the back.

A girl named Linda...

Everyone has a crazy friend. As a matter of fact - I - am usually that friend. This girl, however, takes crazy to an entirely new level. Now I get some idea of what my friends usually go through around me.

The other day I was running late for school - seems like I am always running late these days. Well, Linda and I car pool and it was my turn to drive. We had to write an exam and when we got there there were no parking spaces in the student lot. Well, how I see it.... I pay to attend the school and they get paid to be there... so I can park where ever I want to. (Well.... that's how I'd like to see it anyways. LOL.) So Linda tells me just to park in faculty parking since we are late. I figured, what the hell? Everyone else does. So we did. THEN when we went to leave a faculty member had parked his car so that it very effectively blocked 8 other cars. We just happened to be one of them.

Linda marches her Latino butt right into the school and furnishes them with the license plate and demands that they page the prof to move (can you believe that?). Twenty minutes later this very proper English accented prof comes walking out and approaches my car window. We begin to have a conversation that is relatively civil (though I seem to be winning the very civil argument) until Linda gets pissed off at him for his high and mighty attitude. Then she very effectively steam rolls him into oblivion. I have not, in my entire life, witnessed anything so equally horrific and amusing. Eventually he gives up with a little shrug and stutter and moves his car.

The best bit was, when he backed into a parking spot.... he hit the fence rather hard with his car. I put on my sweetest smile and waved my thanks... but somehow I think perhaps I'd better keep my head down in the halls from now on.

Okay, so as most of you know I have started back at the gym again. The gym serves a dual purpose; it gets me into shape and... perhaps more importantly... gives me things to blog about.

Way back when I described my feeble attempts at running to all of you (Frankenstein). But for many reasons, I just kept really wanting to be able to. This has been going on for about a year. I guess I just hate not be able to do something. Period.

My friend Carrie (from BC) just started training for something out west called the Sun Run. She is my inspiration. She encouraged me to try again and this time not to expect myself to be able to just start running like a pro. Start out small and work your way up. Well... this makes perfect sense. Despite what I might describe as my inherent need for instant gratification when it comes to such things...I have been giving it a chance. Every day, I do my usual circuit and then venture upstairs to the track. Every other day I increase by two laps.

Yesterday I ran 1 K. That might not seem like much - but for someone who really thought they couldn't do something... I think that is pretty freakin fabulous. The idea is to get up to 5 k per day in the next 8-12 weeks. Once I get there I'll set a new and higher goal. For the first time in my life - I actually believe that I might be able to run! *teary eyes* What a proud day.

I feel like I can hear the Rocky victory music in my ears.... LOL. Maybe I ought to get that looked at...

The Hormone Hostage knows that there are days in the month when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his life in his own hands! This is a handy guide that should be as common as a driver's license in the wallet of every husband, boyfriend, co-worker or significant other!

DANGEROUS:
SAFER:
SAFEST:
ULTRA SAFE:

What's for dinner?
Can I help you with dinner?
Where would you like to go for dinner?
Here, have some wine.

Are you wearing that?
Wow, you sure look good in brown!
WOW! Look at you!
Here, have some wine

What are you so worked up about?
Could we be overreacting?
Here's my paycheck.
Here, have some wine.

Should you be eating that?
You know, there are a lot of apples left.
Can I get you a piece of chocolate with that?
Here, have some wine.

What did you DO all day?
I hope you didn't over-do it today.
I've always loved you in that robe!
Here, have some more wine.



13 Things PMS Stands For:
1 Pass My Shotgun
2 Psychotic Mood Shift
3 Perpetual Munching Spree
4 Puffy Mid-Section
5 People Make me Sick
6 Provide Me with Sweets
7 Pardon My Sobbing
8 Pimples May Surface
9 Pass My Sweat pants
10. Pissy Mood Syndrome
11. Plainly; Men Stink
12. Pack My Stuff
and my favorite one.
13. Potential Murder Suspect

Strangely, I am not suffering from PMS and most of these are applicable. Perhaps this is just the female condition? LOL

I beleive it is time for a new post...

THIS isn't something you should look at if you get easily spooked by nature. I think that's where people who do special effects go to figure out how to scare the crap out of me.

THIS totally reminds me of a lawyer that was defending a man at the trial I sat in on last week. The lawyer was at least 400 pounds with a crazy moustache and he had long nails. He was freaky. I should have gotten a picture - might have put me in contempt - then again, might have been worth it. He was totally insane. Oh yeah - and my friend Linda hit on the judge... sort of. It was pretty funny. But that's..... another story...

Have a nice weekend.

I Believe

I believe- That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I believe-That no matter how good a friend is,they're going to hurt you every once in awhile and, you must forgive them for that.

I believe-That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.

I believe-That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.

I believe-That it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.

I believe-That you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them

I believe-That you can keep going long after you think you can't.

I believe-That we are responsible forwhat we do, no matter how we feel.

I believe-That either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I believe-That regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and therehad better be something else to take its place.

I believe-That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done,regardless of the consequences.

I believe-That money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I believe-That my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time!

I believe-That sometimes the people you expect to kick you whenyou're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.

I believe-That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I believe-That just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

I believe-That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.

I believe-That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I believe-That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I believe-That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

I believe-That just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other, And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.

I believe-That you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.

I believe-That two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.

I believe-That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.

I believe-That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you - you will find the strength to help.

I believe-That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

I believe-That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.

I believe-That it is hard not to judge people but it is worth trying not to.

I believe-In saying you're sorry and meaning it with all of your heart.

I believe-That putting a free toy in cereal is a really great idea.

I believe-That we should help people in some small way every day that we possibly can, even if that just means smiling at someone or opening a door for them.

I believe-That kisses are wonderful.

I believe-That everyone has a story that can make you cry.

I believe-That you should share this with all of the people that you believe in.

...I believe-I just did.

(Thanks Jennifer, notice I added a few)

Another One - This one is for all of you...

1. FIRST NAME? Elizabeth

2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? not that I know of

3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY ? Last week watching a movie

4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING yes

5 WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? um Turkey

6. ANY KIDS? Two, the girl and the boy

7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? of course!

8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? (does this count?)

9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? NEVER!

10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? yes

11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? yeah

12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? mini wheats

13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Ones without zippers? Sometimes.

14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? I know I am strong

15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Chocolate anything

16. SHOE SIZE? 8

17. RED OR PINK? Red

18. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOUR SELF? I dunno if I wanna say this here...lol.

19. WHAT WAS THE BEST GIFT YOU WERE EVER GIVEN? Can of soup. (;-))

21. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Brown and brown

22. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Enya

23. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Orange

24. FAVORITE SCENT: anything orange or lime

25. WOULD YOUR X's SAY ANYTHING NICE ABOUT YOU? Of course - what's not to like

26. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? My idiocy? Or my hair.

27. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy Endings

28. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE THEATER? Pursuit of Happyness

29. SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer, I hate being cold

30. FAVORITE DESSERT? Chocolatey stuff

31. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Kat

32. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Earl

33. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? Perfume

34. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Don't use one

36. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles

37. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME. Hawii

38. WHAT'S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT? I have many, many stupid human tricks up my sleeve

39. WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? March 1, 1976 St Catharines Ontario Canada

40. WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Carrie from BC

I'm an Idiot and Other Stories...

So by now, most of you have ascertained (by first hand experience or in the reading of da blog) that I am known to have this little theme that follows me around.

Today was no exception to this rule.

I woke up this morning (very content) and meandered downstairs to have a cup of coffee. Outside, the ground is covered in fresh white snow and as I open the door to let the dog out, I step outside into the relatively mild winter morning and inhale the fresh air with a little smile. The dog bounds around kicking up snow and gets into a riveting game of "gonna getcha" with the cat. All is well in my world. I hear a strange sound. Shhhhhhh. Frump. A rather large and very heavy chunk of snow - that must have been balancing precariously on the deck - dislodges itself and lands on my head, and in my coffee. I stand. I do not move. *Blink blink*. I reach up and gingerly remove my new hat. I frown. Then I smirk and emit what can only be described as a humour laden whimper.

I turn to go inside. The door won't open. I have locked myself outside in the snow (in my pajamas) and have NO way of getting in, since the spare key that is supposed to be outside is within view - on the kitchen counter. Another whimper - this one... not so much humour mixed in there.

I walk next door to the little old Russian ladies house and knock - she opens the door and ushers me inside. She exclaims over how nice it is to see me and plunks me down at her kitchen table and begins trying to feed me various things. It doesn't seem to occur to her that it is in anyway out of the ordinary for a neighbour to show up in her pajamas wearing a fur coat and running shoes. Instead she seems content to have company and someone to talk to about Larry King.

After a few minutes - I explain my conundrum to her and she darts for the phone before I can ask her if I can borrow her ladder. I had formulated a plan. The door on the upper deck was unlocked. I figured if I climbed up there I could just hop the railing and - tada - into the house. But she decided to call our neighbour Ben.

Ben is a gentle giant. I have only met him on one other occasion. I was strangely wearing my pajamas that time as well. (Mary came to the door one morning at 8 am and had an emergency at her house - so I followed her there to find Ben at her backdoor.) I considered explaining to him that I actually DO wear real clothes most of the time - but couldn't think of a way to say it without sounding .... if possible... any stranger than I appeared to anyways.


To assist with the mental picture - here is an idea of the fun...


Ben is kind enough to retrieve her ladder - now on board with my re-entry plan and carries it to the house. He steadies the ladder and I begin my ascent. (I am not a fan of heights - now would be a good time to mention this). Two stories up - and over the railing. My polar fleece fully bonded with any snow I have come into contact with, I now resemble a snowman. BUT - I am granted access to my house and all is well. Unfortunately, I am now the new crazy woman on the block and am sure to be a topic of conversation for years to come.

Sigh. I think I might go back to bed and hide under the covers for a spell.

Pregnancy, Estrogen and Women

Pregnancy Q &A &more!
Q: Should I have a baby after 35?
A: No, 35 children is enough.

Q: I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?
A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.

Q: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?
A: Childbirth.

Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.
A: So what's your question?

Q: My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?
A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.

Q: When is the best time to get an epidural?
A: Right after you find out you're pregnant.

Q: Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?
A: Not unless the word "alimony" means anything to you.

Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?
A: Yes, pregnancy.

Q: Do I have to have a baby shower?
A: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.

Q: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?
A: When the kids are in college.

"ESTROGEN ISSUES"
10 WAYS TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE "ESTROGEN ISSUES"
1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem.
2. You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet.
3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.
4. Your husband/boyfriend is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.
5. You're using your cellular phone to dial up every bumper sticker that says: "How's my driving-call 1- 800-".
6. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.
7. Everyone seems to have just landed here from "outer space".
8. You can't believe they don't make a tampon bigger than Super Plus.
9. You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.
10. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday..

TOP TEN THINGS ONLY WOMEN UNDERSTAND
10. Cats' facial _expressions.
9. The need for the same style of shoes in different colors.
8. Why bean sprouts aren't just weeds.
7. Fat clothes.
6 Taking a car trip without trying to beat your best time.
5. The difference between beige, ecru, cream, off-white, and eggshell.
4. Cutting your hair to make it grow.
3. Eyelash curlers.
2. The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale ever made.

AND, the Number One Number One thing only women understand:
1. OTHER WOMEN

The other day I was stopped at a red light. As I waited I glanced around to see if any of the locals might offer up something of entertainment value. Boy did I get my wish.
There was this old man dressed in the most peculiar garb I have ever seen. He also sported an mp3 player. I am not entirely sure what kind of music this odd fellow might choose to listen to. It would not have surprised me if he had in fact he had no music at all playing... since I suspect he is the type that could imagine it in his head.
He approached to cross the street. The closer he got the more he began to demonstrate his unique ability to - oww owww - break it down. As I watched in utter fascination he progressed to the middle of the cross walk. The journey there was made up of several frantic movements that culminated into an all out dance a thon. While this was happening the lights changed and it was our turn to go...but on we sat. We were trapped by the crazy. Sitting in our cars. The other drivers began angrily hammering away on their horns. I just laughed. I mean come on... free entertainment. (Besides - I thought - gotta blog about this dude.) I even took a picture on my cell phone - and if I can load it I will get it up.
Eventually our green light came and went -- and on he danced. He soon made his way across the street and faded into some distant place in our memory. Everyone hammered their gas petal with various looks of exasperation on their hurried faces. But on I laughed. Because - who said life wasn't funny?