tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188906892012-01-23T17:15:16.181-07:00                                                                                     <i> <b>.... sobriety in moderation ....</b></i><br>slightlydrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16481949939326252381noreply@blogger.comBlogger1211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18890689.post-8228192746086109152011-07-18T05:23:00.002-06:002011-07-18T05:23:54.536-06:00

I almost very foolishly & unintentionally let my 'Secret Life as a Blogger' out a few weeks back. My writings in this blog have been a well guarded secret for many years to both my friends and family. This has been done intentionally so I could always write freely & detail the events as how they actually happened instead of trying to save peoples egos & feelings and post something that

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The party last Saturday night was excellent, Damn Excellent! My Mexican Tequila theme night was a huge success, if I do say so myself. I mean I've had house (condo) parties before, and they have all been pretty good. But this one, well this one really outdid all the others combined. This time I went all out....there was more then enough booze on hand; I made bloody sure of that. On top

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My Mom had already read the riot act to me on numerous occasions about me being more patient and tolerant to my recently separated younger sister. It was Moms' assertion that, with two young children to raise as well as having a full time job, Sis didn't need her few spare hours filled with arguing & bickering with the likes of me. I verbally agreed with Mom that I would try and 'tone things

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OK, maybe it’s just me.  In fact, it must just be me because no one else seems to be complaining. Twitter is just really beginning to get on my very last nerve lately and let me just say, I don't like it. Sure you can sit back and argue it is the best & most revolutionary thing that is around in social networking today, and you would not be wrong..... I think what I am starting to

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This story happened back in February of this year.  I was talking to my Mom on the phone and she 'casually mentioned' that there is nothing she would rather see then for me to settle down with a 'nice girl' or so she put it. Now this is not a surprising statement in the least.  In fact, this is a recurring conversation that Mom has with me approximately once every couple months despite my

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This was DAMN hilarious!  The family 'gossip', also known as my sister, had just called me and passed on a supposed secret which Mom had earlier relayed to her.  Evidently the females in my family are certainly not ones to keep any information too confidential for any extended period of time. The news was that for the past year or so, our father has been getting his haircuts from one

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Sometimes it’s hard to recognize when you have worn out your welcome. You look back in protest and say 'but I was popular, before when...' and then make a vague reference to some brief moment from the distant past. A fleeting and short moment, but you hang on to it like some flea-bitten old dog hangs on to a bone.  Refusing to acknowledge that it really is time to go. But for the rest

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The last long weekend here was Good Friday & then Easter Sunday, usually a rather enjoyable holiday for me - however this year, definitely not so much. Friday began OK and it was indeed 'Good Friday', a good Friday for drinking that is!  It had been quite awhile since I had gotten together with my friends as we all seem to be so busy lately with conflicting schedules. We met up at the pub

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 Having absolutely no food in the house and way too lazy (& also a bit hung-over) to bother going grocery shopping, I figured the best alternative would be to head over to my folks place and 'drop in' for lunch there. I mean, it was Sunday & I usually go there for dinner anyway, the only difference today is that I'll just arrive a few hours early. No big deal...... As I wandered into

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                                                             When you are being lazy and not updating or providing new content, it is time to recycle. The TV Networks do this all the time. In fact they shamelessly even go further and promote this by saying "If you haven't seen it, it's new to you."                          Usually we sigh, take a deep breath and then tune in

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 With the festive season fast approaching, I thought I would take a moment & share a rather 'heart-warming' Christmas story which is going on over at my parents place. A few months ago one of my fathers oldest and dearest friends, Alistair, had mailed my Dad a parcel from his home in Aberdeen, Scotland to here in Canada.                        It was a gift for my father and

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  Blah, Blah, Blah, Cash Flow, Blah, Blah, Deposit Account vs. Chequing Account, Blah, Blah..... I found myself in the unfortunate position of sitting in my accountants office as he was giving me the annual 'state of the union' address, which I always dread as I can rarely understand any of it.        You see, I am pretty much the 'common guy'. I go to work, they pay me and all is

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Only a few days after my folks had returned from their holiday and things were finally back to normal, my elderly father boastfully mentioned that he had just purchased a couple of cemetery plots for Mom & himself 'for a song', or so he phrased it. This was no big deal in general as Dad is well known to always be on the lookout for a bargain, it is in his nature. But he seemed

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It was very early Saturday morning and I had been out quite late the night before having a 'few drinks' to celebrate my work contract ending (and the large payout which accompanied it, of course!) I was jarred out of my deep and peaceful sleep by the damn telephone continually ringing and messages being left. They were all from my father. I looked over and squinting at my clock, it showed

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A couple of weeks back I wrote a brief article on what the best Blog Exchange Service was and gave each of the top 5 services a letter grade based on various categories. (you can read that post HERE )The article also had a user poll where my readers could vote on their favourite Blog Service was and quite surprisingly, EntreCard finished second (at time of writing this).I say surprisingly

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It was early Saturday afternoon and I was just pulling up to my parents' house to drop off some cooking pans my Mom had let me borrow last week.As I got out of the car I could hear my elderly father yelling at two well-dressed individuals on the front door step. (Actually it was loud enough for the entire neighbourhood to hear!)"Clear off!" Dad yelled towards them angrily. "Bothering an honest

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Back in 2006 I wrote up a report card for the major blog traffic exchanges in play at that time with the goal being to share my experiences and opinions of them and also to get your feedback, as users on these exchanges.Well that was 4 years ago and the landscape for bloggers who are looking around to find a community to join & get exposure to, has changed quite dramatically. There are new

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We had just finished a delicious dessert & were all sitting around the kitchen table when Dad began his story about picking up his car at the mechanics earlier in the week."I had to take a taxi down to go pick it up." Dad began, shooting me a rather nasty glance. "No one around here to give a poor old pensioner a ride anywhere or help a guy out.""Hey!" I interrupted. "I offered to drive you

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It was Sunday afternoon and I had just arrived over at my folks place for dinner.It seems now with everyone being so busy these days that Sunday is the only day to relax and catch up on all the news with my parents and is something I always look forward to doing each week. Plus my Mom's good cooking doesn't hurt either.However as I entered the kitchen today, Mom turned around and gave me a

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My father was furious. Ranting and swearing as he slammed the back door, he walked into the kitchen carrying what appeared to be a bunch of old crumpled up rags in his right hand.Now before any of you quit reading this thinking that you may have seen this post previously, let me assure you that is not the case.The situation only just sounds very familiar as my elderly father is frequently in a

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It was late Saturday afternoon and I was 'returning' my niece & nephew to my sister after having a great day looking after them.Sis was still at work & had asked that I drop them off at the office so as they could all go out later.I always really enjoy hanging around the kids for a few hours each week, it is something I always look forward to. But spending any time at all with my sister - not

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Claire seemed to be a pretty nice girl. She certainly was hot. Very hot! A gorgeous, tall brunette who seemed quite intelligent and would laugh at all my jokes.Really though, I should have known that there would eventually be a problem. There's always a problem.So back in late January, we began dating. Things seemed to be going fine and we began to see quite a bit of one another. Then

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It's time once again to either celebrate my return or drown your sorrows! Either way alcohol is undoubtedly involved and so is slightlydrunk.com!Yes, like the old adage my Mom likes to use so often "A bad penny always turns up", it looks like this blog will be returning.I have put the countdown clock above, but for those poor folks with neither a calculator nor the interest in figuring it out,

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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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I often wonder how I get myself involved in some of these situations.Just as I arrived over at my folks place on Sunday afternoon and walked in the front door, my Dad suddenly clicked off his beloved television and exclaimed "There you are boy, I've been waiting for you. Glad you finally showed up."That statement in itself should have set off warning bells in my head as firstly, my father never

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So Christmas is now over for another year and I have to admit that even though my family can be sometimes a bit 'difficult' at times, I actually did enjoy it this year.I think part of the reason was that I was working over in London last year and did not have the opportunity to fly home for the holidays. That and the fact I am usually a little more than 'slightly drunk' during the holiday season

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I remember quite a few years back when I was still a kid, my Dad bringing home hundreds of bricks he had purchased from a construction site that he claimed were almost giving them away as they were so cheap.My mother, after surveying these bricks which Dad had piled up all along our back garden fence, demanded to know why he would buy these useless bricks and much more importantly, what was he

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So I was over at my sisters one evening last week as we are trying to decide what to buy our parents for a Christmas gift this year.I know you are probably quite surprised at reading this, as I am being so proactive and thinking about shopping prior to my typical shopping spree usually held on the night before Christmas.Well not really. Since my sister and myself disagree on almost everything in

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I have written before about my Dad's buddy 'Old Pete'. A long time friend of my fathers who has pretty well been around for as long as I can remember.Pete is about my Dad's age, which is mid-seventies and obviously also retired. The big difference between Pete and my father is that Pete always blurts out whatever may be on his mind, no matter how foolish, inappropriate, antiquated or extremely

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I am sure that my parents meant well, holding a surprise party for me last Friday to celebrate me starting my new job, but something was wrong. This party was just the beginning of a very stressful evening for me.I should have known that this was not going to be one of my regular Friday nights as earlier in the day my Dad had called me to come over under the guise that he needed my help on one

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It was my first day on the way to my new job and I found myself only a couple blocks away from the office stuck in traffic. These infamous Calgary traffic jams were something I definitely had not missed during my time away overseas. What a pain!As I was mostly idling & moving only approximately 1 foot each minute, it gave me an opportunity to reflect on the first couple of weeks I spent in

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You've undoubtedly heard the phrase 'timing is everything' - well this phrase sure proved to be very true for me this past week.I probably should have realized that the week was going to be a little different from the usual when I was rudely & abruptly awoken from my deep sleep on Monday morning before 5 AM by the telephone.I fumbled around spastically in the dark looking for the damn phone and

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My entry this week is really only going to possibly appeal to a small audience of readers as it involves some complaints I have about EntreCard, a blogging network which I am a member of.For those of you who are not familiar with this service or are currently not using it, it may be a good bet to avoid my ranting this week. Things will be back to normal next week!With the economy being talked

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I've always liked Australia. Never been there in my life, but always liked everything I have seen or heard about it.They have great weather, beautiful beaches, hot women, cool animals, funny accents and most of all, everyone from there has a great sense of humour.Over the years in the I.T. field I have had the opportunity to work with numerous people from around the world and I definitely have

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Joe Biden. Joe Six-pack. Joe the Plumber. My God, is there anyone living down in the USA that is actually NOT named Joe ?As a Canadian citizen with neither the knowledge nor the right to comment on the US election, here I go with an outsiders view looking in.For me things really got interesting after the third debate and I was over at my folks place one early evening just as the nightly news

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This totally unbelievable incident is not one I am particularly proud of as I went against my better judgement and aided someone in committing a crime.Thankfully it turned out not to be a crime at all and that someone I assisted was my elderly father, but nonetheless it was an experience that I do not ever wish to repeat.It started a couple weeks back when I was visiting my parents at their place

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It has always been a kind of a running joke with all by buddies and myself about trying out the companionship ads in the newspaper or joining one of those online dating services.Essentially we have all pretty much openly mocked & ridiculed anyone who we find out has used these services and branded them with the "Big L" or 'LOSER' nametag !! No normal guy would ever use these services nr even

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It all started two weekends ago when a few friends & myself were at our regular pub, downing a few pints. Accompanying my friend Cathy was one of her new co-workers, some tall, skinny goofy looking guy named Jerry Sands, who thankfully was finally leaving."See you all next Saturday night after 7:00 at my party", Jerry called out to us with a wave, as he left the pub."He's a really nice guy"

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Dick (Pronunciation: \'dik\) - a contemptible person that no one likes due to their asinine & self-serving behaviour. Sometimes also referred to as a Dickhead.I am a man who enjoys surfing the net and reading blogs that will either entertain or educate me on pretty much any topic around, depending on my current mood.As I was surfing the internet over a few Guinness the other day, I got to

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As many of my regular readers know, this time last year I was transferred over to our companies office in London, England to head up the department in the role of Senior Manager.I have not written too much about my adventures over in England as I had expected to be still over there working for at least two years, however the entire division was sold off and I returned to Canada this past June,

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I was over at my parent's house this past Sunday for the usual weekly gathering for dinner. Dad and myself were sitting at the kitchen table casually reading the Sunday paper and Mom was preparing a nice turkey dinner. It was one of those enjoyable, relaxing and peaceful afternoons that I usually look forward to after a long & hard week.Dad suddenly broke the silence by remarking on a

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It was not meant to happen this way. You try to picture and plan things out in your mind how things may go and this scenario was never considered, not even once. Damn!It was Saturday morning and I had just awoke late, it was already 9:30 and the minute I opened my bloodshot eyes I immediately realized I had definitely made a couple of mistakes the evening before including drinking way too many

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Ok, it's contest time. Nothing too fancy but definitely nothing too difficult either.Essentially what I am going to do is give away 250 EntreCard (EC) credits every Sunday to one randomly selected person who correctly answers a very easy question about my 'Guest Blog of the Moment'.The idea behind this is pretty basic. You click on my 'Guest' (found at the top right under 'Guest Blog of the

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It was rather early on Friday morning, just around 8:30 and I was sitting at the kitchen table in my new apartment, sipping on a coffee with my buddy John, who is a police officer here in Calgary, along with his new partner Karen, who he is both supervising & training.They had just finished their work shift and Karen was dropping off John at my place so he could change from his uniform into '

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This was sweet! This time I didn't even need to try; this one fell right into my lap without me having to do a thing. Perhaps I better explain myself.There has always been an unofficial 'competition' between my sister and myself throughout our entire lives. We love one another but we do not exactly like each other very much and as a result we are continually doing a 'one-up-man-ship' between

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Now that I have finally moved into my own apartment, I am noticing that the frequency of calls to me from my stupid sister have increased dramatically. I think it is primarily because her dullard husband Doug is currently working out of town and Sis is simply bored, however I am starting to miss the days when she totally ignored me and phoned up Mom all the time to chat.Today Sis called and

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I was downstairs in my bedroom reading when I suddenly heard the back door slam loudly, followed by a string of obscenities coming from my father.I knew something must be wrong since hearing the obscenities is now quite commonplace - but the door slamming is definitely something new, even for Dad.When I got up to the kitchen Dad was in an obvious agitated state, muttering the word 'racists' or

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My very deep & drunken slumber was abruptly interrupted as I heard Dad banging wildly on my bedroom door."WTF" was my initial reaction. I mean what warrants waking a poor man up this early in the morning after a night out of heavy drinking? 'Nothing' is the obvious and only answer.Before responding, I focused my eyes on the clock which read 10:27. Still too Damn early in my mind. I really

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I arrived home around 4 in the afternoon and was planning to have a quick dinner & then back out to join my friends down at the pub for a well over-due 'late nighter'.As I walked into the dining room, I found Mom sitting at our dining room table with some strange looking character, papers & sticky notes spread out covering every inch of our table."I'm so glad your home, Son." Mom began. "I was

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The afternoon seemingly started out fairly low-key and normal enough. Both Dad and myself were quietly sitting in the living room, he was watching some ancient black & white war movie on TV and I was reading the newspaper, hopefully finding something to do for later on in the evening.My peacefulness was abruptly interrupted when Dad suddenly turned to me and strangely commented aloud "Japs,

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I knew before I left London to return to Canada, the first few weeks living back home would not be easy.I mean I would be moving in with my parents until I found an apartment as well as abiding by whatever bizarre & arbitrary rules my elderly father could think of in order to get me out of "his house" as soon as possible.Although I care a great deal for my Dad and I am sure he does for me, we

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The return flight from London to Calgary was thankfully pretty uneventful. This was a good thing since I really just needed a little bit of peace and quiet after living a hectic life over in England for the past 9 months. I find myself really exhausted from work and also from life.I was honestly quite happy the job ended and I could now return home and see my family, who I surprisingly missed

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"Fired" ? "What the Hell do you mean fired, you can't fire an entire department - you Damn Bloody Limey idiot!" I yelled back at the confused & nervous lackey delivering us the news.Well evidently you can fire everyone if one company sells out to another. Everyone loses their job and as a rule the existing employees are then invited to join the new company which is doing the purchasing, usually

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My head was pounding and it took me quite a few seconds to focus and get accustomed to the morning brightness, as I lay in bed Saturday morning. I glanced over at my clock and it was displaying 12:05. Ok, damn, I guess it is 'technically' Saturday afternoon.What a night! Well the parts I remember, anyway. There seems to be a few gaps in my memory but I am sure those will fill in as this day

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So now after finally sobering up and carefully considering this surprising job opportunity that was offered to me, I have obviously chosen to accept it.I am off to London, England in just under two weeks (or whenever the paperwork is completed) to take over the new and exciting position I mentioned last week.I am now kind of surprised at myself for not jumping at the offer the very minute it was

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It was Friday night and as Maria, our waitress, placed four pints and four shooters in front of us, I quickly ordered yet another round for all of us."Keep them coming, Maria." I ordered. "Tonight me and the gang are celebrating."I paid Maria for the round (including a generous tip - one must always remember such formalities) and she headed back to the bar to collect the next round for myself

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"Kick him in the ribs, Boy." Dad ordered. "That will wake him up for sure."We had been away for only an hour or so, and we returned to find a homeless guy sound asleep in my Dad's garage curled up on a pile of old clothes destined for the church rummage sale later today.It was the annual church 'Clothes and Bottle drive' and my Mom is very involved in all of their activities. Unfortunately

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What a bunch of suckers!I knew it all along. Not for sure mind you, but I have definitely always had my suspicions.Of course I am talking about the revelation that the largest water bottling company Aquafina, announced last week that the water inside their fancy bottles come from the exact same source as tap water comes from.There is also continued ongoing pressure being placed on many other

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So I successfully 'freaked out' my sister and enraged my parents this past week without even really meaning to do so.I routinely make it my personal pastime & hobby to make my stupid sisters life as difficult as possible, not because I dislike her, but more so out of habit. She makes my life a living Hell whenever she sees fit and I in turn, do the same to her. We have both done this to one

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OK, I think I may be getting a little soft as I get older.I am downtown after a nice lunch with some former coworkers and encounter 'homeless buddy' at the bus stop.Buddy is sitting there on the ground cross-legged, propped up against the building wall. His eyes appear rather glazed over and he has a small handwritten cardboard sign in front of him saying "Spare some Change to help a Friend".As

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I have a bit of catching up to do. This is something I hope to do gradually over the next few weeks.The below happened in early June, prior to the birth of my new niece. We were all over at Mom and Dad's place for a Sunday evening dinner. It was myself, my pregnant sister and her husband Doug, my nephew Mikey and of course Mom and Dad.Just for the record, my sister is huge. Enormous, the size

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I really need to start writing once again. Not only to cope and detail the dealings in my own family life (we already know how nuts that can be), but to also address the other many current events going on.I mean...Poor Paris being in prison, Dear Britney going all totally nuts and Punker Avril stealing everyones shit.....it is like a 'field day' to be writing. All this crap combined with the '

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You know these days, my life is so incredibly dull, I am even boring myself.That may explain to some degree why I haven't been posting too much. My motto has always been "If you have nothing to say, it is best to say nothing."So in other words, I dont want to post an entry just for the sake of posting. There is enough of that kind of crapon the net these days anyway.For those few readers that

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Well it looks like I'll be taking a break from my weekly postings here for a little while.Apparently part of my new responsibilities of my job is to spend time coordinating with my counterparts in the other regional offices located in Toronto and Montreal.Of course back in November when my company was talking about 'redundant positions', 'right-sizing' and all those other ridiculous buzz-words

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The famous writer and playwright Thorton Wilder said it best with the phrase:"There's nothing like eavesdropping to show you that the world outside your head is different from the world inside your head"Now before you quit reading & start to think that I am simply filling my weekly entries with boring random quotations from dead American writers, let me assure you that that nothing could be

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It was definitely him all right. I would recognize those small beady eyes and huge buck teeth anywhere, neither age nor the many years that have past could hide his ridiculous features.I was observing the movements of one Graham Crenshaw, a little weasel I had known about twenty years ago who got me in a lot of trouble back then and I had vowed that very memorable day that I would get even and

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This unseasonably mild winter that we've been experiencing here in Calgary has resulted in a number of people being able to still enjoy the outdoors even though we are now into January, normally a month known for its snow and cold. Unfortunately, it has not been entirely pleasant for everyone.As I sat in my parents kitchen after having lunch this past Sunday, I heard Mom in no uncertain terms,

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What a !@!@&^*@ farce! The TIME magazine person of the year from their December 25, 2006 issue is "You".WTF! I mean no offence, but come on. These guys can't really be serious.Did the so-called writers of this magazine put any thought into this award at all this year, because I am kind of guessing that they really didn't.Their cover story naming 'You' the person of the year is

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So this was definitely going to be my best Christmas ever. Not only had I found the perfect gift for my parents, as an extra bonus I am going to upstage my idiotic sister & her stupid gift at the same time. Things are going to be pretty sweet.I mean, I know we are both grown adults and at a stage in our lives where childish rivalries should be long forgotten, however one would never know it when

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One of my favourite times of the year is now finally upon us, that being the Xmas Party season.I survived the first of these Christmas parties this past Saturday, and it was definitely no easy accomplishment.Usually everyone I know that have these Xmas parties recommend that all their guests either stay over or bring a designated driver if they plan on consuming copious amounts of liquor, which I

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Well I returned home on Thursday evening, happy to see the end of weeks of meetings and even happier to know that I still have a job.My good mood ended shortly after arriving at my so-called 'renovated apartment' to find that although I had new flooring, painting and cabinets throughout, all of my furniture was stacked in the corner of each room, apparently just waiting for me to return in order

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No wonder the stupid company I work for is not making enough money this year. They are wasting huge dollars on these meetings I am attending and it really appears like they are never going to come to an end.Once again we all flew out on Sunday evening to arrive in Toronto for Week Two of what they are calling "Operational Fine Tuning" sessions which pretty much refers to long daily workshops

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After four full long days of endless business meetings & some pretty crappy hotel food, I was quite excited to head back home to Calgary, albeit only for this weekend as I am expected to return to Toronto again next week for more of the same.Arriving at the airport rather early, I immediately check in my bags and wandered around for a bit, waiting for my flight to be announced.Now this is

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Throughout my life I have always had a somewhat rocky relationship with the ham sandwich.Now to the average reader that may be perceived as a rather outlandish statement since you are all probably thinking "What possible damage can a poor innocent ham sandwich do to a person?"Well let me tell you, in looking back over my life I have now come to realize that this so called 'innocent' ham sandwich

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The company where I am employed, as with many other high profile corporations, likes to be involved in a number of charitable events and programs throughout the year in order to give something back to the community in which they operate.One of the largest recipients of our corporate donations is the United Way of Canada, which is an organization that is involved with numerous worthwhile charities

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I have been wanting to write up a short report card and poll on the three major Blog traffic exchange services for the past few weeks however, once I sit down in front of my computer, I tend to start writing about the frequently insane goings-on in my life instead of my intended topic.This week I actually was able to stay focused and complete this project which I will share with you below and ask

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