Americanuck

Tom is taking Sean Skiing this Saturday. He got a deal through a group work buy and Sean was the only one the expressed interest (if I recall my response was HELL NO!!) so Sean is booked for a lesson and Tom’s gonna haul his rusty ass up to ski solo (at least until the lesson lets out). Chris has zero interest in skiing so it’s just the two of them.

If it were possible to go up and just take pictures, while I dunno, being dragged around while sitting OR SOMETHING (so my large centre of gravity is closer to the surface if you catch my drift) I would so love to witness this.

See the problems are twofold. I don’t care for heights. I did one of the tree-top adventure hikes with the rest of the Management Team for a team building exercise at work retreat and all I did was practically run across each bridge, leap on the platform and hug the tree it was attached to until we moved on to, well do more of the same. NOT. FUN.

Oh yeah and I don’t have a death-wish. Now I know all the skiiers will tell me that it’s LOADS of fun..(blah blah blah) but people don’t always appreciate that their version of fun isn’t gonna always be the same as oh, say my version of fun. Tom’s good about it, he will ask but not bug. That and we made a deal, he won’t try to make me ski and I won’t make him ride a horse. Works for both of us. I’m better at sitting around sipping drinks n stuff. Boo that there isn’t a lodge that I could sit at doing just that like say up in Whistler where there are lots of non-ski-y things to do.

I was looking at the Cypress mountain website veerrrryyyy pretty. It’s been years since I’ve been up there. Wonder if Tom can take his camera and not crush it? Hmmm…

This blog gets hit on the odd search, some people get here innocuously and stay for a bit, some are bent on finding out, oh say about braces or dvds or something equally innocent, and move on with their search. Others, well others come and don’t cum if you catch my drift.

Today top of the ‘hit’ parade was ‘Boob Car wash pics’. I wonder if now because I have ALL those key words together teenagers and furtive porn surfing Hubbies will find their way here only to be equally disappointed as I’m sure that dude was, who stayed all of .01 seconds and left before his erection totally deflated.

Why he even bothered though..when there was many more OBVIOUS sites to visit…

hot bikinis - (just the bikinis?)

Paris Hilton Car Wash - (Am I the only person that thinks she is one of the fugliest wanna-bee ‘Celebs’ out there?)

Chillocket.com :: Come in and relax in the chill pocket: Boob Slip -One Horse Power -Huge Boobs -Morning breath -Kid to go -Toilet to go 2 -Passed out -Lucky Ass … Free car wash? -Basically it means no fun -Hello Ms.Kerry -She fell -I got top -Welcome -Yea you did -New …- (amongst some questionable content I’m sure but MRS. KERRY??)

car wash babes &love - (Awww there’s love)

Huge Hooter Porn, Jug Pay Per View Movie Clips - (I have to admit the word Jug makes me laugh)

Free Big Boob Pics - (if you set them free and they come back…)

Nice Boobie Clips: Titty Max… - (Wait, Chris is that you???)

THENNNNNN there was me…my innocent little pornless site at the bottom of the first page..

Americanuck

… some scanning of old family pics to ensure they are preserved at … After the car wash releases me from it’s watery death grip I drove … Well cept for the boob thing. posted by Beezzez | Wednesday

How in hell’s name would anyone have even thought that was porn???? Yeah it’s chopped up like key word searches are but…Family pics? Some kind of group thing in the pervoid world? Ohhh maybe it was… eek watery death grip… oh ewwww now my mind is traveling down roads I don’t wanna!!

Because I take the train to work now and avoid driving to/from downtown Vancouver, and even though I’ve heard about the road construction for the new train tunnel via Cambie street I was surprised to see how much of the road there is blocked off. Urggh I used to use Cambie as one of my routes and now all traffic is on one side of the boulevard. All those expensive homes and all that noise and crap going in right outside their front door. Bet they are pissed~

It’s always a nice diversion to spend the afternoon/evening at the station, plus I get more time to hang with the Hub, so it’s all good. I kept myself amused during the prep stuff and watching during the broadcast, I still find the process interesting to watch.

We brought lunch with us because ‘lunch-break’ isn’t until 7:00 and the last time we were only running on fumes (breakfast) I was ready to gnaw off my arm. We did dinner (Buffalo chicken melt!) then grabbed a coffee afterwards. Not sure if that was such a good idea because I spent the rest of the evening feeling rather fidgety. I almost wished I could run around the room to burn off the feeling of pent up energy it was weird. It’s rare I feel that way after coffee, I think the last time was when I drank a pot of coffee in the latter part of an afternoon. I spent the whole evening trying to convince my brain to shut down.

I can’t take flash photos during the show so I was trying to take stealth ones and without a tripod it t’aint easy.

We got home just before 1:00 am and Tom went to change into his new sweats that he just pulled out of the dryer…uh, yeah…

I was pissing myself laughing to had to grab the camera. When Tom hoisted them up to where is waist was, you can really see how short they got… he bought them XL on purpose cos he likes them baggy (and well, long enough for him) but thing is they stayed HUGE in the waist but he ended up with knickers..

STYLIN’!!!!!!

DORKS!!

Almost looks like we are both trying to pass something nasty, but we are actually laughing. To be honest, the reason why is escaping me at the moment….

We made a valiant attempt at taking a serious photo..

yeah. Not much better.

Not to mention I look like a school marm, way to sex it up Mrs. P.

Of course what happened right after that photo will be lost forever because my camera told me to recharge my batteries… or so I claimed (I was kinda drunk) but in fact it told me to CHANGE my batteries. Glasses don’t help drunken eyesight problems, alas.

Ack, time to get my ass in gear and get ready.

It’s a Kid-less Friday, which means a drinkie-night!! Vino for Moi and Bourbon for Tom. Ok we don’t get totally faced, just uhh happy, yeah! I’m pretty sure there is squat on TV tonight but we both got DVD box sets for Xmas which is a good filler for times like these.

I did have plans to go out Saturday night with K but a nice case of the flu (her not me) put the big KI-BOSH on those plans. Ah well… so I’m going to go to the Station with Tom tomorrow night instead and hang out during the shows. I get a kick out of the crew there they are all pretty much young and outgoing. It’s fun for me to go every once in a while even though it’s basically like putting in another day of work, just I’m not actually yanno, working myself or for that matter, getting paid. We get to do a dinner out as well and I’m all over not eating at home when opportunity knocks.

I’ve been good though, bringing my lunch to work lately and drinking the mud at work instead of buying coffee, partly to be practical and save money, partly to stave off the temptation of the junk food. I have to admit though I have a weakness for muffins, they sit there looking all innocent and fruit filled when in fact muffins are the devil!!

Speaking of the mud at work, I can understand the ethical policy and the reason behind buying ‘fair trade’ coffee and all that (blah blah), but why does it have to taste so bad? I’ve yet to have any workplace coffee that didn’t taste like crap. Why not Timmy-Ho’s???

Ohhhhh glorious sleeping in tomorrow too, that is if Cinny doesn’t bellow her head off when she thinks it’s time for us to get up. The killer is she does that, we get up and what does she do? She goes back to sleep, on our bed, all stretched out and happy. So what do we do? We walk by and slam our hands on the bed and wake her up. Payback is a bitch..