Monthly Archives: March 2007

another one crossed off my list

it’s been on my list of life’s goals to walk to cow-country from here, my home in London. i came to this idea when one day Ryan missed the turn and i laughed that we would end up in cow-country. and also because i am a city chick.

so yesterday me and Brent set off, heading North on Richmond. and i must say it didn’t take long before we saw cow-grazing fields. but no cows. i was sorta mad. i wanted to see animals. at this point there was no sidewalk, just paved shoulder. i was loving it, but i was a tad paranoid about being on the shoulder. not for the same reason as Brent, thinking we could get run over ;). no i was paranoid about stepping on roadkill, no sooner was i about to say it, did we chance upon a roadkill, the first of many. it was a deer, well a buck, in the ditch on the side of the road, less than one foot away from what we assumed to be a raccoon. soon we saw a horse. a live one, not a dead one. my poor city eyes were shocked at all the things i saw. a flour mill, a mennonite furniture store. ok well sorta. but still it was cool. when we got near the flour mill, the view was so pretty. so irritatingly pretty. you see, i left my camera at home. i was too lazy to carry the damn lil digi. all i had was my camera phone. which is useless seeing as my photos are trapped in there for all eternity. in total we saw about 16 cool animals, both dead and alive. well minus the dead cat. that one was sad. for the first time i saw a hawk/turkey vulture [the jury is still out on which one it was] and i saw a muskrat/beaver [again, jury is out, but i think we settled for muskrat, its cooler].  and there was one roadkill that we had no idea what it was. we couldn’t even find the head [not that we poked at it, just from walking around it]. i says it was a mutant hybrid. part cat, part raccoon.

and yes i did get to see some cows.

and we ended up walking to Eight Mile Road. i kid you not, that’s what its called.

pics coming soon. as soon as i get my ass back up there 😉

*hint hint* if someone i know is reading this

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Posted by on March 30, 2007 in Uncategorized



after yesterday its amazing that i could even stand up this morning. first i did an 8hr shift at my new job. my 45 minute lunch break: 5 or so minutes was spent walking home, and then on my feet in the kitchen making lunch. of my lunch break i got to sit for about 20minutes TOPS. after my shift ended i went back home, changed into a skirt [it was super hot outside, summer-like] and waltzed out the door and walked downtown, which was about and hours walk. then we went to Big Al’s Fish Store. we were in there for a good hour or so. again, on my feet. by the time i came home, i swear my ankles were slightly swollen!

but that was yesterday. today when i woke up i just about considered falling down the stairs because i was convinced it would be easier and less painful. later we ended up walking to Home Depot, a good 45 min(?) walk one direction. BUT on the way back [which was at like 9:30pm and we were near Adelaide, which= bad] someone decided to throw a full water bottle [the 500mL type, not 1 or 2 L otherwise i would be in the hospital right now] out the window… of a moving car. i hate being a pedestrian. the damn bottle, travelling at God know’s what speed, hit me in the leg. the part of my leg that had been hurting all day. i screamed so loud. but after 20minutes of debate, me and Mike came to the conclusion that the bottle was not thrown out of spite or evil. purely out of stupidity. 1.) there was no meniacal laughter after i got hit 2.) we were WEST of Adelaide NOT East [but then it would’ve been a bullet not a bottle ;)] 3.) there is no number 3

and its 1am, i should be in bed, yet i am not? and tomorrow i have more walking ahead of me, and ditto for Friday?

stupid water bottle.

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Posted by on March 29, 2007 in Uncategorized


Patio Daze

today was the first nice day of spring. actually, it felt like summer. i came home from training and changed into a tank top and spent the rest of the day on the patio. at some point though, i left the screen door open. you might think nothing of it, BUT whilst out on the deck with Brent i got attacked by a mosquito. i shrugged it off and thought nothing of it other than its almost summer! well a couple minutes ago, me and Mike were sitting around we got attacked by a mosquito!! so i grabbed my shitty sketchbook and retaliated. armed and with a warcry, i attacked! but the curtain rod got the best of my attack.. and subsequently fell on me. BUT being the quick thinker i am, i grabbed it and weilded it like the mad[wo]man that i am! and with another battle cry [that was really more like high-pitched horror movie screams] round 2 began. after much running around and stabbing at the ceiling, to no avail. i resorted back to my sketchbook and standing on things, given that a piece of the rod fell off, scaring me quite good. i thought i got the lil sucker… but nope, he had escaped. then he camouflaged and blended in with the stucco ceiling, some of which is now on the floor. so i lay in wait, waiting for the bugger to blow his cover. and with great force, i jumped and smacked the ceiling with my book. face full of stucco and no results, then, finally! I GOT HIM!!! i screamed to Mike that i got him! he was smooshed!!! then Mike asked -where?- i pointed at the floor and said -there!- and i leaned in closer and realized that it was a thread. i freaked for a sec, looked over to the left a little and sighed. there it was. and now the little terror has been flushed. gone forever. that is, until i leave the screen door open again 😉

p.s.: i forgot to add the intermittent screams of "there it is!!" and "its behind you!!" and "DON’T BREAK THE HOUSE!!!!!" and when i went downstairs Connie was like "OMG! i thought Mike was killing you ;)"


the epitome of boredom

weiredest thing happened last night. we were bored. absolutely positively bored out of our skulls. nothing to do. we had done everything there was possible to be done. watch TV, play video games, run around the kitchen, eat cake, fix broken things, EVERYTHING. so we decided to make smores. Mike put them in and walked away. i was upstairs and came downstairs. i walked by and peeped in… they were burnt!!! SO BURNT!!!! so we were super ready for the smoke alarm… it didn’t even go off. super boredom.


its been over a month now that we have lived here. and FINALLY last night we went out and bought some damn icecube trays. first thing i did when we got back was make ice. and now i shoved it in the blender with some Dr Pepper, Diet Dr Pepper Berries & Cream [which tastes quite bad i must say, too much cream not enough berries] and some grenadine to make up for it being watered down by ice. real tasty. and finally i get to use my hurricane glass that i bought half a week ago! [been dying to use it]

25 runs

my sister called me on my cell last night, right in the middle of Smoke on The Water in GH. Mike wanted to talk to her but i resisted. so he started chasing me around in circles. through the kitchen, through the living room, around and around and around, dodging between the folding chair and bar stool. all the while i am trying to keep up a conversation with my sister (s) at some point they switched and i wasn’t sure who was who. Connie was laughing hysterically at us. she said that 25 runs around like that is like a work-out regime for us. so whenever we feel fat or that we need excerise that we should just chase each other.

GH Warning:

me and Mike played Guitar Hero last night… for about 4 hours. at least. then we swicthed over to GH2, but we only lasted a good half hour. a good half hour because at this point we were so in the zone that we ended up playing Less Talk More Rock by Freezepop… ON HARD MODE! and the kicker? i was totally dominating at one point! and not my usual couple of notes streak. no, i was on a roll. i was winning BY FAR. for about half the song almost. but then Mike pointed out that i was winning. *CRASH* i started losing. then he started getting wrist pains. and my arm started spazzing out horribly. so we decided to move onto Freebird… the 9minute song. i don’t know what the thinking was behind this. but for the record: we played it on Medium. and we played all the way through. except for maybe one quick muscle spaz-death break? at around just before midnight, we called it quits. somehow, just while sitting around, Mike was messing with his hair trying to style it differently. after several failed attempts. i told him that it is not the style that needs changing. that the only thing he really could change would be the color. suddenly i find myself trying to convince him to let me dye his hair blue using the dye he had bought 2 years ago [the first time i dyed his hair]. at first it was a no-go. so i pointed at my head and said "how many times have i dyed my hair since then?! i have been a freakin’ chameleon up until 3 months ago!". so it was settled, we were going to dye our hair. at midnight. fun. so we went to the basement to find the dye. we had to go down the dark stairs because of course, there is no light switch at the top. only at the bottom. then a box fell. scared the daylights out of me!
afterwards we ran upstairs giggling viciously. but then i had to run back down. needed supplies. so i grabbed what i could find. plastic spoons. foam plates. lots of plastic bags. a roll of tin foil. all while giggling. Connie was looking at me kinda funny, lol.
and we did it. we succeeded! we both have freakin’ awesome hair now. all this because of Guitar Hero. *sigh*

St. Patty’s Day

squid+lawnchair+ryan+mike+me= awesome St. Patty’s Day. there was Guitar Hero. there was Borat. there was Clerks 2, complete with all of us up and on our feet trying to dance along with the dancing on the rooftop scene. good laughs. we even went back for a second attempt. most of Borat was spent on the kitchen floor eating cake, off of plates mind you. twas Squid’s birthday, so me and Mike bought a cake. BUT cake at midnight, super sweet sugary icingy vanilla cake, = nausea for all. i was sitting on the counter top eating like a civilized person, with a fork. but then i dropped it and we were all out of clean forks, so i grabbed it in my hand and just chowed down. most of the cake is still in the fridge. it mocks us. Guitar Hero lasted waaaaaaaaay into the night and then into the morning. i didn’t fall asleep until about 7am or so. that day had been so crazy. at one point me and Mike realized that we had completly forgotten to eat lunch AND dinner!! the cake was our first meal since breakfast. ah the wonders of sleep deprivation. now i must be off to my comfy bed. FOR SPARTA!!!!!!

Mario & Luigi in the shower

mamma mia [in fake italian accent]:

me and Mike were sitting around bored this evening, so suddenly he came up with the crazy idea to go to Home Depot. the whole way there i thought it was simply to get the lil screw thingy to cap the gas lines. i was all happy that i would get to channel Mike Holmes, yet again. as we were walking, he mentioned finishing the basement and i thought nothing of it, until later it clicked that that was the purpose of the trip.

fast forward: we are in Home Depot. we go to the displays and we both cram into a shower stall and giggle, but no one saw us. then we ask the first guy we find, who just happens to be quite good-looking [this is important], he helps us find a new shower knob/handle or "shower knob turnie dealie" as i called it, because apparently THAT was what we had come in for. and so i ask the guy which one is easiest to install… by ourselves. a family nearby is choking down laughter, and Rob [the wonderous helper we had found] was like "maybe you should check with the owner of the house beforehand". Mike looks at me, looks at Rob and he’s like "i AM the owner of the house"… all you see is Rob burst out laughing. yet he didn’t get my joke about the hand-held shower head. he actually tried to sell it to us!

fast forward again: the people at the services and installations desk are confused because Mike wants info about finishing the basement. turns out, the services and installations people are gone for the day. Rob puts in a request for an estimate for us. and i demand that he write down that they not call in the morning. everyone at the desk laughs.

at this point EVERY single person who sees us thinks we are a couple.

fast forward some more: we are trying to explain that we want screws to cap off the gas lines. i was the one who had been poking around the gas lines, so apparently only i know if they are around the outside or the inside. at this point i am super giggly [and still giddy from the fun afternoon i had hanging out with Brent]. so its up to me which piece we buy. the one that screws on the outside or the inside. but i thought he had meant the gas line back home, it was the dealie sticking on the outside or inside. five minutes of confusion and "are you sure?"s i am convinced of it. as he is still looking, i starting gazing around and i notice beside it there are some other little parts that are called: nipples. so i poke Mike and we giggle, but Rob catches wind of this… he too starts to giggle.

we ended up dragging Rob, who according to Mike was a kitchen specialist, all over the store looking for things for the basement and writing down the order codes. at some point he left us with the rugs. after about 15mins we figured we had royally pissed him off and that he left us for dead. so we left.

Part Two: Shower Knob/Handle/Dealie Installation DIY

first we try to assemble the shower knob just to see if its do-able. done. the instructions mind you, are completly ridiculous and of no help. soon we realize that to actually attach it to the water pipes we need to cut metal then weld the new pipe-fitting-dealie in. we decide to go ahead anyways and see how much we can get done, hoping that maybe there will be no need for that. all is going well so far. we started with the 2 main screws. half-way through getting the first one out, i thought out loud "maybe we should turn off the main water?". Mike runs downstairs and all you hear is an assload of noises and pipes rumbling, the whole house shakes. eventually we got the 2 screws out and the back part of it is loose, but the knob is preventing wass from removing it. so we try yanking the whole thing. no go [thank God!]. eventually we figured out where the screw holding the knob in place was. it was just a matter of removing the plastic dealie that was put in there with the logo on it and to "prevent" access to said screw. so i tell Mike to use the flat thingy for the screwdriver to pry it out. no go. he sends me downstairs to get a knife. so i come back with the 2 cheap dollar store knives [in case 1 breaks]. Mike goes grrr. tells me to get the butter knife. so i come back AGAIN. take the knife and attempt to pry it out. no go. so i get mad, grab the sharp knife and start stabbing til i get some leverage. at this point Mike is like "OMG don’t stab your hand!". and finally *FLING* the lil plastic dealie flies out and lands in the tub. SUCCESS! so we pull the knob off, the little plastic thingy behind it too. we pull the back"board" off too, except it was being held in place with foam and glue. and the glue was SUPER crusty, which just goes to show how old that shower knob really is.

anyways… there was a little metal disc behind the plastic one. we kept trying and trying to pull it out but to no avail. the damn thing would not budge. i leaned in real close and looked. there was the teeniest of tiniest elastics keeping it in place. all that struggling and grunting and borderline going to get the needlenose pliers… for nothing. after that we took it off. all that was left was the base of it all which was welded together to the actual pipelines. we were stuck. it was a no go. so i thought that if we leave it the way it is and just not use it until the plumber comes and installs the new knob it will all be fine. but just to be sure i sent Mike downstairs to turn the water on. *SPLASH* all this super hot water starts pouring from the bathtub tap. and i mean really really hot. my glasses were all steamy. we had NEVER had the water even close to that hot up there. i mean you could instantly brew tea in it. and of course the pipes make more noise as Mike turns them on. he runs back upstairs, there i am sitting on the edge of the tub, using the butter knife to hold the drain open, with my glasses all foggy! Mike grabs the little tiny metal thing that is normally supposed to be where the knob connects and starts turning, but the water doesn’t stop! so i panic, Mike leaves because at this point it is getting really hot in the bathroom. he leaves holding the screwdriver over the metal dealie [its making hissing noises and we are both convinced that hot water will come shooting out], and runs back downstairs to turn the water off. after much failed turning. we hit a wall. the water is turned off and unable to be turned back on. there is still water dripping from the tap, making the most annoying noise. taunting me, saying "ahahaha i beat you, i win". i was sitting on my bed giggling, trying to ignore the noise and Mike was still in the bathroom tinkering and turning the lil metal dealie. he sent ME downstairs to turn the water back on, and told me of the horrid noise that it makes, and of course it still managed to make me jump.

back upstairs. Mike keeps tinkering some more. after about 20mins he has figured out how the entire thing works. he tries to run it by me, i only understand the simple logistics of it. more tinkering. he has figured out that the little plastic disc had been originally installed BACKWARDS/UPSIDE DOWN. this whole time, since the shower was first installed, there was barely any hot water… all due to THAT! Mike keeps turning the water on and off, so as to adjust the placement of the plastic disc. i kept sticking my fingers under the water to give my input. it goes like this: cold. hot. lukewarm. COLD! warm. hot. lukewarm. cold. SUPER HOT!!!! [yes, i actually said SUPER HOT!] so Mike puts it the right way, we screw everything back in place. minus the gross, crusty glue covered, foam thing.

Chapter 3: Guinea Pig Pinka
i am in desperate need of a shower at this point given that my hands smell funny from the crusty foam piece. Connie and Mike are both warning me repeatedly to be careful and not get burnt. i keep joking that if they smell roast chicken to come upstairs and rescue me. so i go in, a little wary at first. nice, nice.. i stayed in there for a good hour, at least. it was my first hot shower in London. Mike ended up going in there about 20mins after i had left, and he was like "wow! it still warm in here!!!"

disclaimer: this is in all truth a real story and it did in fact happen. pics are in album as PROOF.


Posted by on March 16, 2007 in Tales of the Two Craaaazy Roomies


what have we here?

the weather is warming up, the snow is melting… it is raining. i came down to the living room and looked out the sliding door onto the back porch…  most of the snow has melted, uncovering a wonderous treasure: someone’s old shoes. they are like Crocs but toeless, and navy blue. LMAO i seriously wonder how long they have been there… i fear for the smell. the pic will be posted shortly.
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