5:53 p.m. (Dear God, When Will The Madness End?)

I arrive home from work again (after stopping for food) and the first thing I notice when I walk into the garage is that all of the things I had set out on the Air Hockey table are no longer there. I walk in, go to my room, and see some stuff that I had set downstairs is sitting on the floor in my doorway.

Why?

I know I've been taking up space in areas of the house that are to be used by everyone. But, the truth of the matter is, I'm the only person living here until into September. Who gives a stir fried Kirmit if I have some things neatly placed around the house until that time? This aggravates me.

As did the 5 hours of work I missed and lunch I skipped.

Thank God for Burbon St. Grill.

2:15 p.m.

I've finally made it to work. The furnace men had left so I decided I should do the same. Sadly, I think I saw them heading back to the house while I was on my way here. Not my problem though.

As long as they don't steal my stuff I'm a happy camper. Well, as happy a camper as I can be under the circumstances.

11:05 a.m.

False alarm. The furnace van pulled out so I thought the coast was clear. Sadly, there is still someone left in the basement working away.

Hope I get to work today...

11 a.m.

Looks like I can head to work now...grr...

9 a.m.

Right now I should either be at work, or on my way to work (usually it's the latter).

However...

My landlords did end up talking to the furnace men, and then sent me a message telling me not to worry, they'd be here to handle it, and leave a rent cheque on the table for them. Alrighty.

8:15 a.m. - I'm awakened by a furnace guy who just wants to look at the wiring before the others come later in the day.

8:35 a.m. - My shower is interrupted by two more furnace men (apparently the first has left) and in not but my towel and sopping wet, I point them to the furnace. Not what I'd describe as "later in the day."

Now I sit here waiting for either the furnace men to finish up or the landlords to arrive. I called and left a message at work explaining why I'm late.

Aye carrumba!

And This Little Piggy Hopped On The Bar-B

Ah yes, the annual biker pig roast. A fun event filled with prizes, home cooked goodies, and yes, bikers.

Things started out slow, what with the rain and the township guy pumping out the porta-potty. That was somewhat nasty I must admit. But, eventually, the smell cleared and I continued to blame my brother for the stench.

The food was amazing. The salads and stuffing were probably the best part, with the piggly wiggly coming in a close second. Mmmm. Of course that's just for main course prizes. The deserts were plentiful and delicious.

Finally the prize giveaways took place. Of course my father made the rule that any woman who won had to give him a hug to claim her prize...and any man who won was to give the ticket to his wife or significant other if possible. Alas, I had neither my wife nor my significant other present, so my dad had to settle for a handshake from me. He still could have attained a Guinness record for most hugs given at a pig roast I imagine. I claimed a nice coffee thermos. As a student and a computer technician I must say, coffee is good.

Things pretty much cleared out after that. That usually happens once the stage for nasty comments and sexual innuendo dies down. I mean, what fun can one have without sexual innuendo? Honestly?

Anyway, I packed up and headed for home with a full belly and a nice thermos. What more could I really ask for?

Furnace Man Woes

Apparently some guy's supposed to do something with the furnace.

Apparently that guy left a messge Wednesday and wants to come Monday.

Apparently the only hours at which I can call him are between 8am and 5pm during the week.

Apparently I was busy during that time and could not get a hold of him.

Apparently there's very little I can do aboot that now dontcha know?

The Ex

It all started Thursday. I woke up earlier than normal, rushed around, packed my shiznit, and got ready to book it to Toronto. Book it to Toronto...on a bus.

I wanted to drive, but, the consensus was that the bus would be more convenient.

The day didn't start off too horribly. We arrived at the bus station, got our tickets and found out the bus was about ready to leave when the internet had said we had another 30 minutes to wait. We boarded the bus only to find that there were 2 free seats to fit the 6 of us.

Luckily another bus just happened to be there and was heading to Cambridge and then Toronto. We were the only ones on the bus on the way to Cambridge and then very few boarded for Toronto. That made for a happy start.

See. Happy people.

We made it to TO, then jumped on a subway, then a street car (I really should have driven) and after taking nearly every bit of transportation known to man we arrived at The Ex. The men then proceeded to wander around for 20 minutes waiting for the women to go through a line for a free leg shaver and shaving cream. Right. You didn't see me holding everyone up at the Jif peanut butter tent, now did you?

Well we moved along. It was a rather gloomy day, even rained a bit in the afternoon. I went on one ride, which, due to a design flaw, left my leg with a massive bruise. At least I got to ride with 2 fine ladies. The other kids had some fun on other rides though.

Best part of the day had to be the Super Dogs. Hee hee! They ran and jumped and ran some more. Then there was a huge bloody dog fight and I was taking bets in the stands!

No...not really. But, it was still the best part.

All in all it wasn't the superest (or most economical) day. But it was alright.

Might go again another year that's less gloomy.

Might bring a dog whistle too.

Women + Driving + Cell Phone = Big Badaboom

As if women drivers aren't bad enough, someone had to go and invent the cell phone.

In a matter of two blocks, some chick on a cell phone cut me off, nearly drove off the road twice, missed a turning lane, and was nearly hit by 2 or 3 other cars. I imagine all whilst chattin' with her girlfriends (who drive equally poorly I imagine) about boys. Perhaps also doing her makeup, as that seems to be a common in-transit pastime for the fairer sex.

Funny thing is...our insurance is higher. Of course, that's likely a result of us being constatly driven from the road by the aforementioned female drivers.

Where's the justice?

Stupid Allah...

My landlords and I chatted for the better part of an hour. Sheesh...

(Please forgive me, and, refrain from hounding me over any blasphemous comments I make now or ever. My soul is already in jeopardy. I feel that's punishment enough.)

Missing Persons Report

So here I am sitting at work. About half an hour ago I called my boss on his cell phone and he said he'd be right back. No sign of him since.

I'm becoming quite bored. Sitting around browsing Newgrounds can only sustain me for so long. Especially whilst in the work place. Sad thing is...at the moment I don't really want to go home...

The landlords are back in action doing something. What that something is, I'm not entirely sure. I think they're only down for the day at least. Not overnight for a change. It's not that I don't like them. They're nice people. But every frickin' time I go home from a hard day of work they just keep talking. The house this. The bathroom that. How are things? The job? Lookin' forward to school in the fall? What have you been up to? Yadda yadda, bing bong bagong.

After a day at work I really don't wanna talk or think. I wanna sit quietly. Unless I have friends with which to do something interresting. Then I'll do that. Alas, there are no friends around today.

Ah, well. Maybe Mark will find some job for which I'll have to work a little late, and then they'll be gone by the time I get home. If Mark ever shows up that is. He has been known to disappear until after 5...

Allah be merciful.

Mi Jardín Pobre

My garden. My poor, poor garden. On the brink of an un-harvested end.

Things had already been going poorly for the peas and peppers, however, to me, these plants mattered not. The strong, proud tomatoes brought me the most delight and the highest expectations. But, their strength now bringest their doom.

They grew so tall. Towering over the wire frames as if to say, "Pfft...you think that'll hold me?" in a menacing tone. Now, with the growth of the tomatoes, so many tomatoes, the stalks can no longer support their weight. They gloomily hang down to the ground. Some damaged by the wire frames trying desperately to hold them up.

This saddens me. If these plants die, all my hard work will have been for naught. My only harvest may be a minuscule pepper that somehow grows despite the sobbing tomatoes o'er head.

*tear*

Shout Out To My Peeps Bein' Wed

Oh my darling, Becca, how you've grown up right before my eyes. From the neurotic floor mate hosting late night gatherings in her room, to the beautiful, blushing bride. I wish I could be there to see it today, but, alas, it would be quite awkward chattin' it up with your grandma. We'd discuss those crazy kids and their music and the entire time she'd be thinking, "Who the hell is this chump?"

That, and I have work I should be doing.

So, alas, I will be happy for my Becca at a distance. I probably won't be seeing or talking to her for a while (Broden, you lucky devil!) so I leave her this post to express my happiness for her.

Next summer, however, I'm staking my claim to the first post ceremony, congratulatory hug. I may let the parents get a hug in, as they did birth my Becca from their loins, but, aside from that, you best stay out of my way.

So, congrats, Becca. Good luck, Bro. I'll catch you on the flip side. Yo.

Idolizing El Deezmo

So I was just like totally chattin' with my bud Cole and she's all like "hey check out this link" and I'm all like "I'm busy right now but gimme a sec and I'll be hittin' dat stoof."

*ten seconds pass*

So I click on this link and do you know what I read?

"The winner of the first week’s Huron County Idol was Darcy Davie, of Waterloo, who heard about the contest from a friend from Stratford. 'Everything I’m performing right now is all new material. So I’m just excited for next time and hopefully I’ll have some new stuff,' said Davie."

In the words of Jason, "Holy monkey crap!"

That's right. Darcy is the first week winner of Huron County Idol. I'm so buying her CD...

You should too.

(Please note that the quotes listed for both myself and Cole near the beginning of this post are, though properly portrayed, entirely fictional)

Note To Self #1

My blogs are continually increasing in length.

I must put a stop to this at once.

Bloody Weathermen...Think They're So Smart...

Well...here it is. The day after my illustrious Wonderland day. But wait...something is amiss...

OH! That's right! The weather was scheiße yesterday and as a result we had to cancel our trip to Wonderland. Lack of sun and threats of thunderstorms in the afternoon just threw everything off. Of course today just had to be beautiful and sunny and warm. The day neither Jaci nor I have off work. Phooey.

That's okay though. Because do you know what we did instead of conquering that mountain?

Do you?

Huh?

Well I'll tell you.

We went back to school shopping.

That's right. We slept in and then went to Staples for a couple hours, spending far too much money on school supplies. The only ride I went on was the Ergonomic Knee Chair ride. Actually that was in incredibly comfy chair. If it hadn't been 80 bucks I'd have one right now. I'd sit and laugh at all the poor suckers in their non-ergonomic seats and mock their future back pain. Bwa ha ha ha!

All in all, the day could have been worse. It wasn't Wonderland, but it beat being struck by lightning while flippin' around backwards and upside down on The Bat.

Or did it?

I Guess I Can't Compete With The Ethiopians

As I sit here all alone in my house (something I've become far too accustomed to) I can't help but think that my eating habits suck llama dong. For dinner I devoured some yogurt (raspberry) and some instant oatmeal (Maple and Brown Sugar). That's all. Oatmeal and yogurt. Yogurt and oatmeal.

Sometimes it's worse. I began to think I may be about the least healthy eater in the world. Then I realized that in Ethiopia they probably have neither yogurt (of any flavour) or oatmeal (ditto) let alone something better. The Ethiopians are showing me up. But I think I can take them. I have a good 100 pounds on any of 'em.

Anyway, I guess I'll just continue to sit here, or perhaps have a nap, whilst waiting for my dear Jaci to arrive. I fear our Wonderland plans may just be thwarted though...what with the chance of thunderstorms tomorrow afternoon. P.O.P. is sittin' at 30% so we'll have to decide if it's really worth the risk. Lousy rainy drizzlin' lightin' stormin' shizzel. Bah.

Wish me luck...

Godspeed...

all that jazz...

Workplace Shenanigans

Well...technically there really are no real shenanigans to speak of...but I just couldn't help but wonder if my boss (who currently sits 3 feet in front of me) actually realizes that I'm not going to be here tomorrow. That's right, tomorrow I'm free. Free to frolic in the mist of the fountain at Canada's Wonderland. Along with my trusted sidekick Jaci. We will conquer that mountain. BOOYA!

Now you see, I told my boss I was taking tomorrow off maybe 2 or 3 weeks ago. He even put it in his calendar. Alas, he rarely checks said calendar. I might be getting a call in the morning wondering where I am and I'll be all like, "I'm on the road to Wonderland, Beeeeatch."

That would please me.

When Jaci reads that I called her my sidekick I wonder how she'll take it...

Pomodoro Bello

Come September I am going to have one humungo buttload of tomatoes. They've nicely taken over my garden and stand nearly as tall as I. Sadly the other veggies are suffering. The peppers started out slow because something was eating them. However, when I planted the peas the peppers were ignored. I feel I may see some peppers yet, but, the poor peas...*tear*

I blame the rabbits. There's an overabundance of them in waterloo. It seems rabbits really do breed like...well...rabbits. I figure I could poison them or something but by God they are just too damn cute. Next time I build a garden I feel I may need to fence it in. Though if the fence idea fails I may be tempted to lay landmines...

Hmm...rabbit stew...