Movin' Over

Well, now that most of the hard work is done, I can finally announce my new "I'd Rather Be Blogging" blog. From now on, I'll be updating only over there, but Stale Coffee, as it is, will remain here indefinitely.

Yeah, I AM that crazy.

I moved the links.

I moved the template.

I moved some of the images.

I moved most of the posts.

I moved the comments (boy, THAT was fun...)

But it'll be the same ol' me and my blog, only under a different name and URL.

Well, I'm waiting to see ya.... whatya waitin' for? Come on over!

I'D RATHER BE BLOGGING

Teddy Rescue

As usual, Saturday morning was spent with daughter at Starbucks and a jaunt around the mall. Now that she is driving, I can sit back and relax on the drive.

It also gives me opportunity to spot interesting things to blog about.

And so it happened that on our way home, I see a white fluff on the side of Bishop Grandin highway. As we pass it at 80 Km/hr, I realise it is a child's teddy bear, face down on the pavement like some toy-version CSI victim.


I ask daughter to pull into the nearest parking lot and we walk back to the scene of the crime, daughter darting her eyes left and right, praying no one she knows sees what we are about to do.


I jump over the ditch and soon come across the little stuffed roadkill and grab it before the oncoming traffic runs it over yet again. Poor guy is muddied and squashed.


We sit him in our little Teddy Ambulance and whisk him home for a good bath in the clothes washer. A new bow and a squirt of Juniper Breeze Body Splash (my daughter's idea) makes this little bear look brand new.


And now "Grandin" has a spot of honor beside me and my computer.

Abbott and Costello

Ever hear the classic Abbott and Costello comedy routine, "Who's On First?"

Well, here's a similar skit just waiting to be performed. I can see it now:

Crisply-Uniformed Technician behind Automotive Service Desk:
"Yes, sir we can repair your VW Beetle today. Licence plate number, please?"

Customer: "What."

C.U. Service Tech repeats request, a bit louder this time: "LICENCE PLATE NUMBER?"

Customer, cranking up the volume as well: "WHAT."

C.U. Service Tech, believing Customer to be hard of hearing, leans across the counter and tries again: "YOUR LICENCE PLATE NUMBER, PLEASE SIR!!!"

Customer, believing the C.U. Service Tech to be a Crisply-Uniformed Idiot:
" W - H - A - T ! "

C.U. Service Tech, glancing out service bay window:

"Oh...."

"My ponytail is giving me a headache"

... well, not MY ponytail (I don't wear one, actually).

No, this was the ultimate excuse by a slacker co-worker to go home "sick" yet again a few days ago (perhaps she had run out of believeable reasons utilized on nearly a weekly basis).

I was flabergasted.

Amazed.

Dumbfounded.

And not at all surprised when she was fired today.

Slurpee-toba

Okay, now there's a coincidence. I didn't even realise this was about to happen when I made the last post. Really.

It was announced today that we (Winnipeg, Manitoba) are indeed the Slurpee Capital of the World for the EIGHTH year in a row! As today is Slurpee Day (7/11) and their 80th birthday, each 7-11 is handing out 1,000 free Slurpees. Woo Hoo! (as Homer would say).


Gots me a free Slurpiccino (the jury's still out on whether that's the best way to start the day), as well as my bumper sticker and these little goodies:



Mmm...PINK Frosting donuts.

With stickers inside too!

What a way to wake up and shake uncontrollably from a massive sugar overload.

Simpson, eh?

There are two important facts you should know about my home, Winnipeg:

1) For seven years in a row, Winnipeg has been the official "Slurpee Capital of the World". We drink more Slurpees than anyone on Earth... no kidding.

2) Winnipeg also has the distinction of being the birthplace of Homer Simpson. Yup, creator Matt Groening confirmed the fact. He even had an episode of the Simpsons take place here:


So it should come as no surprise that we here are excited to find the following:

While picking these cups, straws, "Buzz Cola", and Krusty O's cereal, the clerk behind the counter was very sweet, helping me out with all the loot.

Man, I am soooo glad I didn't do my Apu impersonation.

In the nick of time I read the his name badge.

"Manu" would not have been impressed, methinks.

Me and the gang hangin' at the theatre.

My husband, so dependable

As hubby is a big Spiderman fan I felt bad we hadn't yet seen Spidey 3 on the big screen, so today I finally treated him to the movie. However we waited so long it was out of the regular theatre and only showing at the "cheap seats" theatre. With tickets at just $ 2 each, it seemed like a great deal....

... until we got to the concession stand where they wanted over $ 8 for a medium popcorn and drink. I guess we know where they make their money now. Well what's a movie without popcorn? So we plopped down nearly $ 20 and made our way into theatre # 6.

The show was good, although I think I still prefer #1 over 2 and 3. And as he does at EVERY movie, I could depend upon hubby to do two things:

1) Leave his seat for either a smoke, food or the bathroom at the EXACT moment that the most important plot point is explained.

2) Fall asleep.

Yup, by the time the credits rolled nearly 2 1/2 hours later, there he was, head down snoring away.

His record still stands.

* Sigh *

Well, at least we got to stay cool in an air-conditioned theatre on a hot muggy day.