Huurrrrrry!!!!! Huuuurrrrrrry Haaaaaaaaarddddd.....

LMAO!!!
'no, never...no....offf.....way offf.....ok, yeah...yeah yeah.....hurrrrrryryyyyy!!!!!!!! hhhurrrrryyyy harrrrrdddd!!!!!

Geez!!!! Make up your mind already!!!!

All that excitement that is the Brier.
My folks are coming out to Calgary from the Maritimes for the event. Can't wait!!!

What's more Canadian than going to the "Patch" to see the Stampeders....hilarious! If I'm not mistaken, I think that was the very first concert I ever went to...my dad took me...the music was great, but I couldn't understand why half way through I got the munchies!!!

Handicapped by Bad Manners

Before I get in to this blahg, let me first just say that I have (normally) an infinite amount of patience with most things. That, of course, is my disclaimer because while I maintained my patience and gave this individual one of my most best 'f*@& you' smiles, I was, in my mind, cartooning like bugs bunny throttling daffy duck....

So I'm arrived at my son's school to pick him up and am a few minutes early. I park my vehicle and proceed to peruse through my email, play a little breakbreaker - you know, something to while away the time...

Suddenly there is a tap on my passenger side window. I look up, smile, unroll the window and say hello to the unkempt older woman to was standing by my car.

Her: Can you move you car? You're in my spot in front of my house... (now, while you're reading that, do so in a snarky whiny manner..)

OOOoooo, no hello, no good afternoon, no nothing....yikes, what has this ladies' knickers in a twist!???

Me: Oh! I'm sorry (big smile), I didn't realize this was reserved parking.
Her: It's not, but you're in front of my house and I'm handicapped.
Me: Well, I don't have a problem moving my car, but I didn't realize it belonged to you as from what I can tell, this is a public street.
Her: Well! That's why I have the sticker in my car.
Me: I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you do or don't have in your car.
Her: I was only gone for five minutes....
Me: Yep, that's about right as I only arrived about 4 minutes ago. I've already told you I'd move my car.....
Her: I need that spot cause I'm handicapped you know!...
Me: Yes (another really big smile) you've already mentioned that. May I suggest that you request the City put a handicapped sign out the front of your house here, so that the average school mom who is coming to pick up their child, does not inadvertently park in 'your' spot???...
You have a nice day now! (ala scarlett o'hara)....

Now this is the part that chaps my @$$....as I'm pulling out to give the wench 'the' coveted parking spot, I noticed she was parked only two cars behind me!!!! two!!!! hell, she had to walk to me and back, like it was any further....OY!

That's "!T"!!!

My six year old precocious one brings home spelling lists on a weekly basis.
We've had word groups that end in 'um', 'ar', 'am' - that kind of thing.
He's gotten into the habit of 'adding' extra words to increase his marks, like last week he got 16/9 because he added 7 extra words in the word group...competitive? wherever would he have gotten that from?
So last week was the 'it' group (you can probably guess where this is going...)
'So how was your test, bud?'
'Good! I got extra bonus points!'
'That's excellent!', says I.
'Yeah, and XXXXX (his buddy in class) got extra points too, but he also lost points for inappropriate words...', he says cheerfully...
Hmm, as my mind wanders, I ask myself, do I want to know?....probably not, but Paden is chomping at the bit..
'The teacher says that sh!t and tw!t are words but didn't get counted because they're inappropriate....

I struggled to keep a straight face and failed miserably.