Okay. You absolutely MUST watch this video. I think I just died laughing. hahaha
The storm sort of hit us–but it wasn’t the mammoth mother storm that we were expecting. WATCH.
Shop Girl*
Category Archives: Crazy City Stories*
What did you just say?
In early December the Hubster’s parents came to visit.
They moved out to the East Coast in 2009, and this was their first trip back since the move. As we live in a teeny apartment that is jammed to the ceiling with our stuff, they stayed with The Hubster’s grandparents and aunt and uncle, and drove out to see us after we finished work each day. We’d drop all our work stuff, change quickly and head out for that evening’s adventure.
As we were driving one night, we passed a tiny little restaurant. The sign caught my father-in-law’s eye.
FIL: “Sushit & T? What kind of a name is that?!”
The Hubster, his mom and I all turned to gape at him. My father-in-law never swears. It was so shockingly hilarious that we all erupted into waves of laughter and tried to figure out what on earth he was talking about. Embarrassed, he tried to justify his previous statement and pointed to the sign as we passed.
FIL: “Right there! Look! Sushit & T!”
This is what he saw:
Sushit & T Restaurant
Of course, this only made us laugh harder. The Hubster’s Mom has long believed that her husband is colorblind, and now had another piece to prove her theory.
MIL: “That doesn’t say Sushit & T, it’s SUSHI T&T!”
FIL: “What? No it doesn’t.”
MIL: “Yes dear, it does. What colour are the letters?”
FIL: … (no comment)
I don’t think that the Hubster stopped laughing throughout the entire conversation. You see, this is what the sign really looks like.
Sushi T & T Restaurant
While the letters are close together and could be mistaken as one word, the two colors tend to leave readers with a different interpretation than the one my father-in-law had.
Of course, every time we pass it now it’s all we can read. The Hubster has since been there to eat and said the food was fab, nothing like the… err, “poopy” name of the restaurant.
Posted in Crazy City Stories*
Trick or Treat?!
When I was 13, my mom told me it was time to stop trick or treating. At the time I was devastated… how on earth could I survive November without a pillow case of candy hidden in my closet? Sad, I know.
Eventually I got over being the voluntold candy-hander-outer and for years Halloween wasn’t really a big deal. I learned that sneaking candy out of the family’s candy bowl was kinda fun and I didn’t really need all the dress-up stuff, and didn’t bother dressing up until my first year of university (on the night the Hubster and I first saw each other!) and I became the “Lady bug Girl”.
(The night before I wore it out and first saw the Hubster)
Since that time, I haven’t really bothered with Halloween, and if it weren’t for all the decorations that adorn store windows I’d probably completely forget about it… in fact, the first year the Hubs and I were married, I did. haha! He had to work that night so I was alone in our apartment and as soon as it got dark out I kept getting these sporadic knocks on my front door. Having seen entirely too many episodes of CSI (I hadn’t fallen in love with Law & Order: SVU yet) I was convinced it was a serial killer coming to take my life. (*sigh* I know…)
After the 5th knock or so, I crept to the door and yelled “WHO ARE YOU?!” through the door in a panicky voice (trying to sound brave. and tough.). Preparing to hear Vincent Price’s laugh in Thriller I was a might set back when I heard two timid, tiny voices cry, “Trick-or-treat?!” in utter confusion. Unable to muster the courage to face their parents and tell them I was convinced their children were serial killers, I collapsed on the floor in relief shame and told them I didn’t have any candy. Through the door. Which was locked. And bolted.
I think the Hubster laughed for an hour when I told him later that night.
Anyway.
Halloween and I aren’t really great friends. I think it’ll probably be more exciting when we have children of our own and candy to steal inspect for danger, but until then, forget costumes and candy–I have a whole new use for Halloween: SHOPPING. Seriously. Shopping on Halloween night when everyone is out trick or treating is magical. It’s SUCH a well-kept secret! I had to work until 7:30 last night, then the Hubster and I had to run some errands. I normally loathe shopping at Walmart due to the utter chaos that is always inevitably waiting when you walk through the front doors, but last night it was… peaceful. We were able to get in, grab everything we needed and get out in record time. No line-ups. No screaming children. No mess. No fuss. Love.
It was the same at the grocery store… I think it shall be my new Halloween tradition. Next year I’ll try the mall and let you know how it goes. Be excited.
We did try and honor the spirit of Halloween by renting a horror-ish movie to watch last night. I don’t really “do” scary movies as hey, let’s be honest, my imagination is HUGE. HUGE. And that stuff stays with me for days after I watch it. For example: the first time the Hubster introduced me to the Alien movies I was so scared I made him stay up until 3am watching Bambi with me afterward so I wouldn’t dream about having my face sucked off.
*sigh*
However, I wanted to try. I’ve been trying to make peace with scary movies lately by trying to watch more of them. In the past year I’ve watched The Shining, The Strangers, and then last night, The Exorcism of Emily Rose. To my surprise, I didn’t have to cover my face nearly as often as I thought I would, and I actually really liked the storyline. However, the Hubs has been informed that if I ever, ever wake up at 3am he will be joining me. Now that’s love. :)
We also had a good laugh remembering our trick-or-treating days after I saw a very tiny, very cute ballerina prance past our car. After fondly recalling at the best / worst treats (who gives out pop?! I mean really. Way to drag a kid down. haha) we started talking about some of the funniest / most bizarre ones we ever received. There were always a few homemade ones that made their way into my pillow cases, as well as the treats meant to “inform” the children, like toothpaste or pencils.
However, we each had a winner… when the Hubs was little he was given Dairy Queen coupons instead of candy. I’m sorry, but unless you are handing me an actual blizzard, then I’ll just take a Reeces cup, please. :)
My all-time favourite was the year I got 5 lucky pennies–not just any pennies, lucky ones–from a cute little old lady that lived up the street from my old house. Sad as I was not to add to my ever-growing chocolate collection, I kept those babies for ever. Or at least for a day. You know.
Did you ever get an weird / funny / interesting treats as a kid? I sometimes think I want to be that person who gives out bizarre things on Halloween just to give people funny stories. The Hubster’s suggestion was to give out squares of toilet paper (we had just restocked at Walmart. ha).
…or maybe I’ll just give out suckers. haha
So lovelies, that was our little Halloween… and now on to Christmas! WOO WOO! Fifty-four sleeps!
Posted in Crazy City Stories*, My thoughts*
Pick-Up Line Offenders*
I sometimes think there is an old woman trapped inside my body.
Despite this theory, I went out last night.
(no seriously, I actually left my apartment and went… to a pub. *GASP* I know, CRAZY, right??)
I actually had a really good time too… but here’s is how I know there is an old woman living inside me:
1) Karog and I didn’t leave until 10pm. I actually had to coach myself into thinking that 10pm was not that late… because in my head that was 2 hours past jammie time. (jammies = pjs)
2) I wanted to go to see some friends and wish BD* a happy birthday, but before I left I kept thinking that jammies + book + Hubster + sleep = happy Shop Girl. Who needs to go out… ever? haha
3) The pub was loud. I used to like loud bars… now I like bed.
4) Despite glorious conversation, after 10 minutes I was ready to crawl under the coats on the couch next to me and sleep. Thank goodness we had some entertainment, right Karog? HAH
5) I kept looking at people and thinking they all looked underage… (since when are 12 year olds allowed in bars?)
Okay, so they weren’t really twelve, but they looked it. Scary.
6) I forgot about “bar clothes”. I went out in my most comfortable shoes and jeans in my biggest, warmest most comfortable beige sweater. I was definitely the the, um, warmest(?) person there.
I am so old and married. But you know what–I kinda really love it. I really did end up having a great time last night, but I’m definitely not someone who needs to go out every weekend anymore. I did the whole social butterfly thing in first year (I was out and about every day–my average bedtime was 4am and there was no such thing as 9am classes…) but now I’m really quite content being a little old wife woman who reads books in her jammies before going to bed at 7pm.
I don’t really go to bed at 7pm… but wouldn’t that be lovely?!
But, I must absolutely share with you the highlight of my evening last night… I mean, it was unbelievable.
I love bad pickup lines. I don’t enjoy when they are tried on me, but I love love love when they happen to other people and they live to retell the experience. The best (and worst) line that was ever used on me happened when I was 18, and nothing has ever topped it. I was asked to dance by a reasonably good-looking and very well-dressed older guy (he was maybe 23 or 24). He had good shoes on, so I said yes.
After about 13 seconds I knew I wasn’t interested…but apparently we were dancing to the world’s longest song. While we danced he progressively invaded my personal space. My little bubble grew smaller and smaller until it was almost non-existent and I was leaning back so far I was practically limboing on the dance floor. In a smooth move he pulled me really close so that his face was next to my ear and said:
Guy: “Hey… did you say your prayers this morning?”
Me: (inching back as far as possible) “…um…”
Guy: (looking deeply into my eyes / soul) “I did… and I think they’ve been answered.”
Me: “…that’s … nice…”
I then proceeded to look around wildly for an escape… and, finding one as the song ended, ran to my nearest male friend and suction-cupped myself to his side while this nice-shoe-wearing-bad-pick-up-line-personal-space-invader circled hungrily until he found new prey. (I guess I wasn’t the only answer to his prayers that morning… *sigh*)
I know what you’re thinking–how on earth did I resist that? It’s wondrous that I didn’t propose to him right then and there, after all, I was the answer to his prayers.
It just really makes me wonder… what the heck are some guys thinking when they say crap like that? Does anyone really believe that those lines actually work? I almost wanted to send him to a Bad Pick-Up Lines Anonymous meeting to get him some help… (do they have a reality TV show about this yet?)
Anyway… last night, amidst all my lovely teacher friends a Pick-Up Line Offender (PULO) was among us. As he sat talking to a friend of mine I listened in and was able to pick up some real gems. First things first, girls should be called “chicks”. I was a little taken aback that he needed to relay this to my friend–I mean, really, I thought all guys knew that girls loooove to be called chicks. I’m pretty sure it’s our favourite. Mine anyway. I wish everyone would just not use my name and call me “Chick” instead… wouldn’t you?
Well, apparently there were a few girls nearby who didn’t share my deep affinity for this nickname. For some strange and unknown reason, they didn’t appreciate being referred to as “chicks” and told the PULO so. He (like me) was flabbergasted by this revelation and tried to explain. This was the explanation:
PULO: (to my friend as I eavesdropped/listened in) “Hey man… so I was talking to those chicks over there and they got all upset that I called them chicks. They, like, didn’t get it, man. They should take it as a compliment… being called a chick means I think you’re hot and I want to slam you.”
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I’m sorry ladies–I’m not sure if he’s single… butttt I have an inkling he just might be! haha!
If you think you’ve got a pick-up line offender story that beats my prayer one, bring it on. I’d love to hear it! haha
Shop Chick*
Posted in Crazy City Stories*, SMRT*
Weekend Adventures*
The Hubster and I have had a very full, but nice weekend. On Friday I had a busy day of work and errands. I’ve been fighting to get books for a class I’m taking and so have been checking the library every morning to get the books that have been returned the previous day. I hate taking classes of a specific topic for this very reason. The library at my university is inadequate and doesn’t have nearly enough books to supply the need students have for them. So, we fight.
Anyway, I got my books (I’m writing an essay about Nazi science and doctors for my German History course) and worked for a few hours before heading home. The Hubs was just on his way out, so I then spent a good hour and a bit trying to remember and play some songs I had written in the past. I used to write music ALL the time but have stopped taking the time to do it. I have a book full of lyrics with no music written (I had it all in my head) and I’m trying to put the pieces back together again.
After that I ran some errands, yada yada, and met the Hubs at the university for a college BBQ. The food was pretty good, but not very many people came. After that we came home and I was in bed by 10:30 with a movie because I was exhausted (still recovering from my illness).
Saturday began with the Hubs’ visit to Hair by Wifester (an extension of Hair by Hubster) as he wanted his hair cut and he hates paying $15 to get it cut every 6 weeks as he has the fastest growing hair known to man. He has been bugging me to cut his hair since we got married but I’ve always felt uncomfortable doing it, I mean, if I wreck it then I would feel SO bad. However, I finally gave in yesterday and I think I did a dang good job! He’s happy so that’s all that matters!
After that the Hubs and I set out on a mission to buy new mittens. In my errand running on Friday I had somehow misplaced one of my favourite mittens.
I love these mittens. I found them for $5 at a kiosk in November and they perfectly match my scarf and hat that I usually wear. They are warm. They are cute. And they are knit, which I love. However, these mittens don’t seem to love me as they keep disappearing. That little one on the left has now disappeared 3 times. Once in my office at school, once in a friend’s car, and most recently, it disappeared on Friday. As the Hubster and I waited at the university for the BBQ to start I showed him some of my purchases, and in my bag I found only one mitten. We searched my office (as it has hid there before)–nope. We searched the hallway and bus stop–nope. I even had the bus driver who drove me to school radio the other bus I had been on that day to check if I had left it there–nope. It looked like it had really run away this time.
So, after his appointment at Hair by Wifester, the Hubs and I set out to buy some new mittens. We started at the same mall that I had purchased them in November, but unfortunately I forgot that in retail seasons it’s now early summer. Flip flops and bathing suits were now where my mittens were. We did get some great deals at Old Navy though! I got two tank tops that I love–they look fabulous over a white long sleeved shirt. We also found a sweater for the Hubs for 4.99–seriously, can you get any better than that? The best deal though was that we found cute (and warm) black scarves for 99 cents. Did I mention that I heart Old Navy?
So, the mitten hunt continued. We then went to the other mall in town–the one I used to work at that is completely dying–to see if there were any there. Nope. So, we decided we would check one last place… Walmart. I had been to Walmart running errands on Friday and it had been my last stop. So, we walked from the mall (it’s about 3 blocks) and in that time it started to snow. Like CRAZY. I hadn’t brought a hat with me, so I thought I’d be inventive and wrap my scarf around my head. However, apparently I looked hilarious as all you could see were my angry, angry eyes (I was angry that the sky had vomited non-stop for 3 days now and that I had not brought a hat). This is an example of how hard it was snowing:
Guess what time this picture was taken. Guess. I bet you’re thinking… 8pm based on how dark it is. Try TEN-THIRTY AM. haha There was SO much snow you could hardly see. This is what we walked though. And this is what I looked like:
Yes, I really was that happy about being in the snow. haha
ANWYAY. So we finally made it to Walmart, and on a whim I decided to check the lost and found there before looking to buy new ones. After waiting in line for 10 minutes (I hate Walmart) I asked the lady at the customer service desk, and, lo and behold, there was my mitten!!! Someone actually turned it in!! To whoever you are–love love love! So now my mittens are reunited and I am a happy woman once again.
Well, the Hubs and I finally made it home and took some shelter from the storm and Too Kool and his girlfriend, [Phee], came up to visit. We went out for dinner at this little “mom & pop” type restaurant in town and the food was pretty good at the time (not so much when Too Kool and I were both pretty sick about 4 hours later… haha). While the boys blew their brains out playing Xbox 360, Phee and I baked cookies then collapsed on the bed and fell asleep to I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry. haha!
All in all, it was a good, albeit busy weekend. I’m not looking forward to next week’s madness… *sigh*
Shop Girl*
