I Wonder If It's Just Me

Well, this wonderful group of friends is now spread out across the globe. We've made new friends, moved to new places, and found new adventures. Some of us have changed jobs, more than once. Some of us have found jobs and then proceeded to give them up a few months later because our lives have taken a "change in direction". We are still friends. We are still a group, just a little further apart.

This group of friends has shifted and changed directions. Two of us have moved to Asia, one of us has moved to Canada, and two of us have stayed put (although, we've still managed to move around quite a bit). We still keep in contact. We still have crazy stories. Hopefully, we'll still find some time to record a few of those funny things here.

Things Canadians hate:

Well, just one thing, actually. And we've heard about it before, but it's never happened to us. Now we know it to be fact. See, we were celebrating our Ginger friend's last day with us by going to a really rad restaurant (hooray, alliteration!) in Canada. It was a very nice place. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. Aside from the water being a bit salty (well...maybe that was just one of us), the food was amazing, the service was great, and the atmosphere was very homey, and when we feel at home, we naturally act like ourselves. Which, apparently, is not a very proper thing in some places. We were laughing very loudly, and we were actually (apparently) so loud, that we annoyed a couple near us enough to make them pick up their junk and leave. All they'd gotten was water.
Now, comparatively to how we normally are, we were actually being very quiet. We were rather shocked and even embarrassed, and we did our best to keep our laughter to a lower level. It was quite difficult.

So...Canadians hate loud people.

The more you know...

FUMBLE!!!

So the collections officer and a friend went to a wonderful little restaurant to pick up a pizza on Sunday, february 7th. When they got there, they both noticed the place was packed, as many other people wanted pizzas on Sunday, february 7th. The collections officer said, in front of the other people in the restaurant, "Hey, maybe there's a sports game on tonight!" His friend thought he was joking at first, but the serious look on his face forced his friend to whisper to him frantically, "(Name omitted for his protection), the superbowl!" To which he exclaimed, "Oooohhhh." A man watching them who probably works with the local news agency stared at our collections officer. I'm sure you can imagine THAT facial expression!

Colour and Casm

Well, we had a dyeing party. Sales operator and unemployed student did most of the dyeing. 4 heads in 6 hours. What? We had to take a 2 hour break in between! Anyways, we came out with 4 different hair colours.

The physical therapist got a red chunk in the front. The unemployed student got magenta streaks. Our friend the realtor got 1 shade past his normal colour, to even things up a bit. Last, but certainly not least, the nurse went blonde. Hopefully it doesn't affect her work! Theatre worker and sales operator already had it done so they stayed with their current dos.

In other news, to the shock of the group, we found out that collections agent doesn't get sarcasm as much as we thought. The sensitive material was divulged to a car of sarcastic blogmates, which thence forth started to hold up invisible "sarcasm" signs whenever it was used. We quickly ditched those for crazy straws; because they're a little more durable and portable than carrying around 9x5 poster board signs. Also, because they make about 100 different awesome sounds.

Niagara's Fury!!!

So the nurse, the collections agent and the almost-student were at the Festival of Lights tonight in Canada. We walked along the falls, a picturesque scene of light, water and snow crystals. We laughed and chatted, our words echoing in the cold night. The nurse and the collections agent joked about how the nurse would feel if the collections agent hit her in the face. Understandably, not good. Then the 3 stopped for a look at the falls. Jokingly, the nurse turned around to sudo-punch the collections agent and, alas, her fist came into contact with his nose! After a few seconds of embarrassment, she inquired as to his condition. Luckily his nose was too cold to feel any pain, and there was no blood. As the next sign they walked past was 'Niagara's Fury,' that is what they christened the nurse's fist. :)

Pump Pots and Sink Stoppers

So the nurse and the physical therapist are now living together. A couple nights ago the physical therapist was explaining to the nurse how a pump pot works. Sounds pretty simple, ladies and gentlemen, am I right? Well, the nurse thought so too. "So you just put hot chocolate in there...and then pump it to keep it warm?" ... So the physical therapist kindly explained that, no, it's already warm because it's in the pot, pumping it actually expels some of the liquid into your cup. :) Later on that evening, the physical therapist was painting. Cool. She then rinsed off her palette in the kitchen sink and realized it wasn't draining. We had already had a talk about the very slow garbage disposal and knew soon we would have to call maintenance. So the physical therapist got the plunger and the nurse ambled in, to see for herself. She took one glance at the situation and said, "Oh xxx," (name blocked out for security purposes). The nurse then reached into the sink and pulled out...the stopper. Amidst some laughter, she kindly offered to take the plunger back to the other room. :)

Boredom at its best

I guess that nothing of note has happened in our lives lately. These days, with winter coming and all, we haven't had any fun adventures to speak of. We'll most likely get a blizzard and then, THEN we'll have something to blog about. We've all been busy with our respective jobs and lives and the like with not much time for anything else. But when something does happen we'll be sure to blog about it.