Waffles...part 2.

Me: "Remember how I screwed up and made too many waffles last weekend and put 'em in the freezer?"
Mr. Cake: "WAFFLES!"

So to sum up:

Toasted waffles aren't as good as fresh waffles but they definitely don't suck.

So to sum up a little further:

Sometimes I do stupid things that turn out to be brilliant things later. Sometimes.

Happy Saturday!

You're the one that I want!

This has been stuck in my head since lunchtime.



(I watched part of the Grease movie with co-workers at lunch in honour of our recent shenanigans.)

This, that, and the other things.

This...



...is the sky the other night when I was trying to spot meteors...once I ran the picture through Photoshop and lightened/darkened it. It's neater if you click on it. And, yeah, I know I'm just asking for a "oh, cool, a black pic with specks on it" comment.

That...



...is how I quite often sit while on the computer. Hello, Reilly, what a ladies' man you are!

The other things...

















...are various silly shots, including the office, walks home at night, pets, and a silly art project*. (The elevator shot cracked me up because they felt the need to show little cartoon people in the car...gee, I hope that's made up. I'll have to listen carefully for crying tomorrow.)

I had a lot of nonsense accumulated on my camera, what can I say?

Happy Thursday!

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*When this blog was temporarily lost a few weeks back, I realized how much I liked having these little snapshot collections saved here...I was really disappointed to have lost them. So they'll continue to be an occasional feature. Neener and all that if you don't like 'em.

Go at throttle up...*

So, I was sitting outside last night at about 1am, staring at the sky and thinking about the day...and sort of half drifting off and thinking...

You know what's kind of sad about being a grownup? I don't look forward to stuff the same way I used to. I've called off birthday celebrations for the last few years, Christmas is fun but not in that "stay awake waiting for dawn" kind of way anymore, and anything that costs money usually ends up stressing me out enough to cancel out the anticipation.

But yesterday I woke up excited about the launch of Shuttle Atlantis...and, when 2:25pm came, I locked myself in an office boardroom with the big-screen HD TV tuned to CNN so that I could watch those six strangers blast into space; and oh I envied them. And, same as I do with every shuttle launch, I almost cried when they cleared that *famous hurdle. I take a lot of teasing for this stuff, which is fine, but I've never been able to explain properly why the stupid launches mean so much to me.

And then, last night, as I sat outside in the cold, after-midnight silence of a November night, I suddenly had the answer: the feeling that I get watching a shuttle go up is that same feeling of magic and excitement I remember from being a child. You know, Santa and birthday parties and first snowfalls? Somehow, when other things became stressful or a little mundane, the space program and the stars and distant galaxies and solid rocket boosters...well, they kept their shine. And I can't really explain it.

Anyways, while I was sitting outside last night, wrapped up in a sweater and two blankets, thinking about all this stuff...I saw four meteors and made some wishes.

And that was pretty neat, too.

Happy Tuesday.

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I fully realize what I'm opening myself up for with this post...I mostly wanted to remember for myself. Plus it was this or no blog today.

Tim Horton's with The Dayjobbers...*

Me: ::sipping tea:: "And so you did what?"
Chris: "Oh, you don't wanna know, he..."
Jean: ::interrupting:: "I lifted my shirt, rubbed my nipples, and yelled, 'I'M NOT WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR!'"
Me: ::nearly chokes on tea:: "HA! So, the lesson here is, never dare you to do anything?"
Jean: "That's right."
Me: "Okay then."

In other news, I have something to add to the boyfriend jeans, capris, and Crocs: those really large sunglasses some women have taken to wearing. They make you look like an insect! Really! Stop it!

Love,
Cake

HAPPY MONDAY!



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*You'll notice all my stories are about The Dayjob lately...there's a good reason for that but it's its own story so I'll tell it another time. The Other Job still exists, there was just a little hiatus.

The hazards of being yappy.

Me: ::blah blah blah...measuring ingredients for waffles::
Mr. Cake: ::not really listening::
Me: ::blah blah blah...dumps in more milk:: "Oh, wait...sh*t!"
Mr. Cake: "What?"
Me: "I just accidentally doubled the milk. Crap..." ::thinks...doubles all the other ingredients::
Mr. Cake: "Are we gonna be eating waffles for a week?"
Me: "Yup. And what was I saying?"
Mr. Cake: "I forget."

So to sum up:

Those who say I talk too much might actually be on to something. And to think my nickname used to be...oh wait, that'd be asking for trouble, wouldn't it? With this crowd? Yeah.

Anyways, anyone want a blueberry waffle?

Happy Dr. Who and Prisoner Sunday!

I also kinda want this to be fake...

(You really only need to watch the first 1 1/2 minutes...though I did watch the whole thing, hypnotized.)

Lunch with the boss.

Boss: "What I really don't like is when [daughter] ignores me...that's just rude and I tell her, 'I don't care what you do but don't ignore me'."
Me: ::stares off over his shoulder, yawns::
Co-worker: ::looks around::
Me: "Hey, wasn't the boss gonna join us?"
Co-worker: "Yeah...I wonder where he's gotten to now?"
Me: "Huh. Think we need to keep that empty chair across from us?"
Boss: ::sigh::

So to sum up:

Sometimes it's just too easy.

Happy Friday!

p.s.
Random but important note to the men in the audience:

STOP SPITTING IN PUBLIC. It's revolting. Just stop.

eHarmony.

Co-worker: "...and so I made a profile up and they rejected me!"
Me: "Who did?"
Co-worker: "eHarmony...they said there's 2% of the population they can't place or something."
Me: "What on earth did you say?"
Co-worker: "I was honest!"
Me: "What did you say??"
Other co-worker: "Did you say your ideal date involved church? You did, didn't you."
Me: "And did you say if you like it put a ring on it?"

::both co-workers look at me strangely::

Me: ::eye roll:: "Don't you people watch tv? Okay, did you say yes or no to hanky-panky?"
Co-worker: ::confused:: "I said not before marriage."
Me: ::heavy sigh::
Other co-worker: ::heavy sigh::
Co-worker: "What??? What'd I do wrong?"

So to sum up:

Anyone looking for someone sweet to hold hands with in church...drop me an e-mail.

And happy Thursday!