Wednesday, February 28, 2007

I just thought of something I used to use when I was a kid... It was a sort of toy called a spirograph. You'd put your pen in and move it around to make repeated shapes... I found a java version online which is sort of interesting - it shows the type of shape you came up with... Weird - I didn't even remember this thing existing until a minute ago. Maybe I'll go buy one.

For now, enjoy...

Oh, and I just noticed, this is my 400th post on this blog. Wow. Can you believe how much entertainment you've received... for free? You're welcomed.

Thursday, February 22, 2007


Tuesday, February 20, 2007

I think I have Gym A.D.D.

I go on the machines but I get bored really easily. Even while I'm on the machine, I keep switching the levels, etc. Then, I go ot another machine and have to punch in all of the settings. But I just stay for a bit. Or I stop. Sometimes I plan to leave. Then I go back on the machine. The same happens on the stationary bike, the treadmill, and the elliptical. Plus, I listen to my MP3 player in one ear, and the gym's television in the other ear. I drink water. Plus I talk sometimes. Plus I look around. Plus I read the signs on the wall with instructions. I'm a multitasker. I ride faster. Have a girl I'll ask her. Ok, enough freestyling. I'll keep that for the gym.

I love American cereal. Oh and slushies (A 32 oz Fanta Wild Cherry slushie for 69 cents?)

We went to New York state the other day and bought:

-Mini Swirlz Peanut Butter (SO addictive)
-Apple Jacks
-Hot Wheels cereal
-Fruity Pebbles (my favourite - pretty well tied with the Apple Jacks)
-Bamm Bamm Berry Pebbles
-Honey Smacks


The mystery is solved. For the past while (probably a couple of years) my dad's had a freidn called Frank. We never met him. It's been a running joke that Frank didn't exist. Over the months, I've sent my dad information about imaginary friends, I've photoshopped Frank out of a picture at a restaurant, saying "where is he? I don't see him," etc. I even told my dad "It's too bad he's not real, he seems like a nice guy". Today, Frank (well, we've been referring to him as "Frank") posted something on my dad's blog and I replied:

Frank? You're real???? ...[snip]... I didn't believe it. But like they say "If it's on the Internet, it's got to be true!"

So now, I believe that Frank is real.

Sara's funny. We were at the store the other day shopping with her sister and we saw some purses (women call them handbags apparently now for some reason). We were talking about one of them and our conversation went like this:

Me: How much is it?

Sara: 60.

Me: Dollars???????!

Sara: No, monkeys. Get your monkeys out. We need 60 of them.

She didn't really buy a handbag. And it's likely one of those you had to be there things but it was comedy!

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