tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188906892009-11-26T18:52:16.885-07:00Discussing current events, everyday life and other useless and offensive topics over a few drinks...slightlydrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-35596824143852854382009-11-26T18:51:00.000-07:002009-11-26T18:52:16.895-07:00

So this past Saturday I kindly volunteered to look after my sisters' kids since both her and her husband Doug, would be working.I actually enjoy spending time with my 8 year old nephew Mikey and his three-year-old sister, Emma. We decided to make a day of it. First off to the zoo, then to an afternoon movie and finally out for a late lunch.The kids, as usual, were really well behaved and we all

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I am not entirely sure as to why however, no matter how old I am, I've always taken great pleasure and enjoyment when seeing my sister in either an embarrassing or difficult situations.One such situation occurred this past weekend when we were all over at my folks place for the regular Sunday family dinner.Sis was explaining to Mom and myself that her 8 year old son (my nephew) Mikey seems to

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As irrational as it may sound, even though I am getting older in years, I still find it as difficult now to purchase condoms as I did many years ago when I was a teenager.You all know what I'm taking about; johnnies, rubbers, prophylactics, sheaths, love socks, Willie warmers, Love gloves....(ok, I'm done) - but by whatever name you call it, I still find it a rather embarrassing venture whenever

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This week I have a rather important request for all of my readers. I know, we all hate people asking us to do stuff as it usually costs us both a great deal of time and also money.But let me reassure you upfront, this will cost you nothing but a few seconds of your time and no money. It will also benefit thousands of people through the Lance Armstrong Foundation called LiveStrong, a foundation

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Sunday dinner over at my parents place is always entertaining if for no other reason then to catch up on all the neighbourhood gossip from my folks.This past Sunday was especially amusing as my Dad is still on his rant about the 'Dirty Hippy' neighbours that are renting the house next door to them.(You can read HERE for some background)For those of you unfamiliar with the situation, my

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We hadn't been back to this downtown nightclub for a long time, probably at least a year or more, although it is still known as a great place to meet people and have a good time.It really had not changed too much in that time, except tonight I somehow felt a little off. Something was different. The music seemed louder, I felt older and the other customers who were wondering around all seemed to

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I probably should have realized immediately that this past Sunday was not going to be the usual quiet & laid-back Sunday that I traditionally know and enjoy.Unfortunately when my father telephoned me & asked if I would drop over a couple hours earlier than I usually do for Sunday dinner as he needed my advice on a pressing matter, I was still a little groggy from the many rum & cokes I had

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So its been kind of humorous around my 8 year old nephew Mikey lately. It seems him and his small group of friends are going through what I can only describe as being a 'pirate phase' where they dress up and perpetually talk like pirates using a lot of terms such as 'Aaarghs' and 'Scurvy dogs' and 'Shiver me timbers!'.The back yard of my sisters' house has virtually been transformed into a

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Back in December I wrote about unwittingly finding myself on the email distribution list of both my retired father and his politically incorrect buddy, Pete. ( Read story Here )As a result of this, I frequently find my poor inbox filled with their supposed 'humorous' stories and anecdotes about life that are usually nothing more than a collection of pointless or racist stories involving some

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So EntreCard members were greeted with both Good News/Bad News last week with the announcement that Andrew Te, CEO of ZipRunner Inc, had acquired Entrecard.com.The good news of course was that the old guard would be changing and a new owner, presumably with both a real vision and true dedication to Entrecard, would be taking over immediately.The bad news was that they were keeping on the old

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So every year here in Calgary beginning on the first Friday of July and running for ten days, is our annual Calgary Exhibition and Stampede.This event is essentially a large carnival and rodeo combined, and usually attracts around 1 million visitors each year to our city and is enjoyed and looked forward to by pretty much everyone, both young and old, as it is usually a great deal of fun.It is

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I really hate Jon & Kate.Never met them and undoubtedly never will. Still hate them.I think I probably hate the kids too - all 8 of them. Not completely sure on that point though, they seem ok on the TV show however if they are the spawn of the aforementioned Jon & Kate - I hate them.You see all the over-exposure in the media has really pissed me off. Up until just a few weeks I had never even

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So I'm just a little curious here today. What would you do if you had a fifty year old neighbour who:rarely worked at all within the past ten yearsalways walked around wearing masks and bizarre costumes and uniformscontinually hung around under aged boys and frequently invited them for sleepovers to his homealtered his appearance dramatically as a result of multiple cosmetic surgerieshad

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My sister had just finished reading yet another article from the National Enquirer about Chastity Bono planning to have a sex change. ( You can read the story HERE )The 40-year-old lesbian activist, who is the only child of Sonny & Cher, is already taking hormone shots and is on her way to becoming a male."Well good for him, Chaz is a person of true conviction." Sis said, as she put down the

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So it's official! I 've got a week off of work prior to undertaking a new project and so I'll be heading down to Las Vegas next week with my friends John, Kevin and Samantha for some well deserved rest, relaxation and maybe perhaps just a little bit of gambling. :)I let my family know my plans last Sunday, just after dinner as we were all sitting around the kitchen table."Another bloody

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In almost every company you work at I think there is always one or two people that you instinctively dislike for no particular reason. It may because how they look, talk, act or even the type of clothes they wear. Little strange things that make you say to yourself 'I really don't like that person'.Well in my company there is such a guy named Sean Hayes, who is a Project Manager in our I.T. (

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As you were all probably aware, this past Tuesday March 17th was St. Patrick's Day.Although not an 'official' holiday here in Canada, it is personally recognized as one by me as it is a great excuse to put on my one and only green clothing item (a sweater purchased specifically for this annual event) and make the rounds to as many Irish pubs we have here in town to indulge in traditional Irish

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Although my parents have been married for over fifty years and obviously have a great deal of common interests, one of the interests they definitely do not share is participating in volunteer work through the church.My mother spends a great deal of her spare time involved with this activity and really finds this work both interesting & personally rewarding whereas my father looks upon it as a

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It was last Sunday and as usual, I was over at my folks place. We had just finished a fantastic dinner and were now all sitting & relaxing in the living room having coffee.The TV news was just doing a follow up story on the woman that was having a face transplant operation as a result of a vicious attack on her by a neighbors chimpanzee.( you can read the original entire story HERE )Mom

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As a regular 'matter of course' in my life, it is common knowledge that my parents think of my sister as the sensible and grounded child being that she is married with two well-behaved kids and rarely causes my folks any grief.I on the other hand and through no fault of my own, and frequently by the assistance of my stupid sister, am usually looked upon as being both irresponsible and unstable in

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Things have been pretty quiet and uneventful in my life this week so I thought I would take the opportunity to write about (yet another!) story from last year when I was working over in London, England.The reasons I remembered this story today was because I just noticed that Facebook impostors are once again in the news which sort of loosely ties in with this story. The other reason is that this

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Completely ridiculous! At least that's how I sum up this minor misunderstanding. Unfortunately my mother does not seem to agree with me on that point whatsoever. Here's how it went."It's just beyond me why you would engage yourself in a conversation, pretending you knew what she was talking about, when you really didn't have the slightest idea." My mother continued on in her chastising

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"Of course that's her!" John insisted for a second time, as we got on the elevator. "I'd recognize her anywhere. You just must be getting too old and forgetful. Either that or you need glasses.""Sweet" I responded, sounding a bit giddy. "We are going out this Friday evening for dinner and hopefully a little bit more afterwards."Before I continue on, I probably should backtrack a little and

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I had only been back in town from my trip for a couple of hours when I received a call from the dullest man in the world Doug, my brother-in-law, who insisted that he come over and see me right away on a matter of 'extreme importance' or so he worded it.As a rule I would I would have just told him out right to 'Get Lost' however being as I was just sitting around the apartment doing two weeks of

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This past Sunday I had just finished dinner at my parents' house and we were all sitting around in the living room having coffee.I began explaining to my parents that I will be involved in a "Corporate Road Show" at work over the next few weeks where myself and a number of other staff will be going to our office locations in Vancouver, Toronto, Montreal and Ottawa to roll out the 2009 corporate

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