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.

Attack of the World's Most Giant Insect

So we went for a walk with the physical therapist. We decided to go to Buckhorn, and had a series of adventures. When we went to park, we saw an animal running along the side of the road. At first we thought it was a fox, but then decided it was too big. Then we thought...dog? But it really looked too strange to be a dog. The physical therapist suggested it may be a coyote, but we thought it was the wrong color to be that. So we parked, and were a bit nervous about getting out of the car because we were unsure of the animal's temperament, but then we saw another car whose owners got out and tried to call the animal. It began to come to him, and then ran away. The owner of the car gestured towards us and pointed to the departing animal and we shook our heads no. We got out of the car and began our walk, assuming we would never know what the animal was. We had been walking about seven minutes when we suddenly heard a sound that was frighteningly reminiscent of point-blank gunshots. As we were paused and perplexed, a woman came running down the path. She frantically asked us, "Did you see a dog that looks like a fox come this way?" More stunned by the sound than her answering our previous question as to the animal's identity, we asked her, "What was that noise?" She hurriedly said, "Gunshots. Have you seen her?" Uneased, we directed her to where we had seen the "dog," and she ran off, calling after the "dog." We hesitantly walked on, and Mel urged me to take off my brown sweater lest I be mistaken for something that looked good to shoot.
We walked up to a small bridge and then walked back, as we had to get to "choir practice." We got back to the car and got in, when the physical therapist shrieked, "WHAT IS THAT??" while gesticulating toward the window behind me. I turned and saw the world's most giant insect, casually perched on the window. Not quite fazed yet, I reached back and unlocked the door so that the phsyical therapist could get to it and shoo it out. When we withdrew our hand, however, the bug lept from it's perch and disappeared, I assumed, up my sleeve. While screaming and feeling insects crawling all over my body, I tore out of the car and shook myself off. After realizing that I was still alive and unharmed and that there were no insects on me attempting to alter that status, we began to search for where the giant insect had gone. We realized with great horror that it had gone in the direction of our purses and what not, where there were many open nooks and crannies for carnivorous bugs to lie in wait of a victim. We drew back from the car and began to discuss all the worst case scenarios and outcomes of this situation. Perhaps it had gotten into one of our purses. Perhaps it had somehow slithered into the violinist's violin case. Perhaps it was, at that very moment, laying and hatching eggs that were to produce millions of the World's Most Giant Insects that would spring us while we were driving and leave nothing behind but tooth fillings. We were discussing these possibilities when we saw the WMGI crawling slowly up the back of my seat. The violinist cried to the physical therapist, "GET ME A TISSUE!!!!!" The physical therapist ran to the other side of the car and grabbed a box of tissues while we urged her to hurry. She bolted back and threw about six tissues onto the seat. We grabbed them in a haphazard ball, attempted to grab the World's Most Giant Insect, realized there were too many tissues to be able to properly grasp it with, and reduced our ammo to two. We scooped it up, tried to shake it out onto the ground while every moment feeling it crawl up our arm, and finally dumped the entire package into a nearby garbage can. Running into the car, we rolled up the windows and drove away as fast as we could, with our lives and our tooth fillings in hand.