You Make Me Like Charity...Instead of Paying Enough Taxes

Skiddily-bop! Be-bop! (I'm not David Lee Roth yo)

I'm moving in less than two weeks. I got a superb offer in BC (seriously...I'd be an idiot to pass it up) so that's where I'll be. Craaaaaazay. You miss me yet? Hell, I don't even miss myself. That makes no sense. Righto...

So the firey inferno of Winnipeg is cooking my brains and giving me gas. Minus the gas part. I wrapped Christmas presents today to prep for moving. Isn't that great? That's always the first thing people do to prep for moving.

I love my pops.

Gosh..the resemblance is scary.

I flew outta here on Wednesday night after a poopey day at work (Thanks OG). The flight was actually pretty good. Very pretty! I wasn't so psyched on flying considering I felt like shitting my pants anyways due to the job interview aspect...


























I had the typical stopover in Calgary, but I discovered that they too had moving sidewalks! I was the ass holding up the line trying to get a decent shot of the sidewalk without any people on it because people suck.


Oh cheap thrills, how I adore thee.

Beano and I decided that we were hungry at midnight and headed to downtown Van to find food and imposed on a White Spot about to close for a quesadilla and poutine. Num num. So by the time I got back to my place at 1:30 ish, I had almost been awake for 24 hours! Bonus!



Next day was "shit-your-pants day", also known as Thursday when I had my interviews. I tried to look nice:



I personally think I look like shizz, but they hired me, so maybe "nerd" is the look they were going for. Team Erin!

They called me back almost right away and that was it for me. I called the other places that had offered/were going to interview me and declined. That was hard...I felt so bad. But...I was happy to finally have my shizz together and going forward.



My Aunt took me to a celebratory meal at her favorite "Portugese" restaurant. Um...I try to tell her it's not portugese to no avail...





I had a wrap for shizzes sake! Do people in Portugal have wraps and steak and call it ethnic? Just a q...

After the food, we headed over to the theatre to watch the Devil Wears Prada. It was pretty good except that I came out of there feeling like poo because my clothes are crap. I had my favorite smoothie though, so that was nice.



The next day I bummed around and ran some errands and then we went to my favorite restaurant for suppa. I *heart* Victory Square chinese. After we stuffed our faces, Jean wanted ice cream, so we headed downtown to find this ice cream place, which turned out to have better chocolate than ice cream, which was fine with us.







We then proceeded to do what any normal people would...eat all the chocolate just bought and let it take hold...







Then we went to go chill under the Mission bridge...and create funny films that will never be posted here.





Saturday morning I woke up and found proof positive that my Aunt hates my fuppin guts:



Jean and I maxed and relaxed in the afternoon with tea in the village tea shop, where I had a delicious mocha and we got served by b's.







We then proceeded to try to crash the neighbours star-spangled banner party by peeping on them from the creek beside Jean's house.







Flying out this AM:





Oh! I bought a camera today and I'm happy about that. I also am getting my new car for sure now, so that is the shizz. I'm so sore from running yesterday, so I'mma go soak my bones by not soaking them in water and probably making my lunch for tomorrow. Kapishe? Yes Uncle Jesse.

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The 'Polis!

Yay! I finally got the shots from my Minneapolis trip (thanks Mom & Pop)! Since I am getting old(ish) my memory may not be as clear...so try to bear with me...it was a week ago and I'm bloated.

So I'm most-likely moving to BC in three-ish weeks. I guess I can say that now, but nothing is 100 percent (it never is). I'm actually heading out there this week for an unnamed company interview. All I will say is that it is pretty sweet. You know how when you are gearing up to leave a job, all of a sudden you hate everything even if you didn't mind the job previously? Yeah, well, I'm in that now. I'm gonna try to fight it though, because I want to enjoy the co-worker aspect while I have it...single tear.

So I like Smallville, and I liked Lex, but he is such a bum in the new ones! We download the episodes and watch them on the computation.


Oh Clarky-poo.



Anyways, that is neither here nor there. On with it.

On July 1st, we got up uber-early to hit the pavement for Minneapolis. I'm not kidding either - it was 4:30! Good times. Me and Kelly tried to sleep on the way down. Stupid car-crampy sleeping.




Stoopid boys talking about pooping and peeing on the side of the road (Cephas did that.)

We stopped in Albertville for the outlet stores and it was actually some pretty good deals! I did lots of Christmas shopping (ha!) and it was hotter than hell out. Again...good times.



It was then onto Minneapolis and checking in at our hotel. It was alright (down bedding is good) but there were downsides (no breakfast and poop-ish tasting sausage is bad).








Marty doing the "pee-pee dance". (Or the "I'm hungry dance"...it all looks the same, really.)


YES! EXACTLY! FUP!

After checking in, it was off to Ikea for some fantastic photo ops! (Really, that's all I did, considering I didn't buy anything.)






Me and my sunburn-y face.




Stoopid Cephas. He thought he was being all hilarious by getting into my picture. Ha, well the joke was on him when his face melted off when he opened the oven. HA HA HA CEPHAS!


I loved this mirror. I never looked so tall and skinny.





Me, being the insane pig I am, found a buffet place that was not too far from our hotel. It was pretty good! Da da daaaa! Presenting Q. Cumbers:




Mmm...chocolate slop.

After stuffing our gills, we headed over to "THE MALL".



The boys ran through the entire thing, stopping in only one store, so Kelly and I headed on our own. Everything was having pretty huge sales, so we took our sweet time in Victoria's Secret. Their dressing rooms are so freaking plush.



We wandered near Lego Land and saw our dream bounty hunter...the lucious Boba Fett...*drool*


I must say...he looked better in person..


Kelly is such a bounty hunting whore.

After that, we headed back to the hotel for swimming (them) and working out (me). I forgot my swimsuit. D'oh.

The next day, Marty, Cephas and Kelly headed over to Valleyfair for the day, and me and Janelle hung out and shopped during the day (we met up with them at Valleyfair later.) So, shopped we did, and bought more Christmas presents. I'm dang-near ready for teh holiday season. We met our parents for supper at the Cheesecake Factory:







It was pretty good! If you get the chance, eat there...portions are huge.

Just after 5, we joined up with the Valleyfair team (prices are reduced after 5).



Janelle headed off with the men as she wanted to ride the pukey rides. Kelly and I headed to the bowels of the park to ride this "easy-going water ride where you don't get wet". I say bullshit on a stick. I got friggin drenched. Everyone in the little boat thing were all wearing swimsuits, except me, and I got a tidal wave down my pants. Nice. At least I wasn't sweaty after that. But oh, my shoes and socks - not so good.



So Kelly and I just rode the swings a bunch of times to dry ourselves off. Then we sat on a bench and waited for the rest of the crew...




Kelly was saying, "Shiiiiiiiiiiiit!"


Mmm....soggy.




This picture is taken perfectly straight. Trust me.

Next up was the extreme swing...this ride was insane! I kept on thinking that never in life should you be X number of feet above the ground with your feet higher than your head...




I went on the next ride after these, and I just kept on yelling I hate everyone. My head was not happy.

Next up was the Wild Thing roller coaster. That was sick! You just kept on going higher and higher and the freakin thing is so loud you think "It should not sound like that..." and then you plunge and jerk all over freakin creation. Good times...good times.




Marty and I


Janelle and Cephas



After that, my goose was cooked. Those people were so pissed I took a picture of the picture they blacked them out after that. But I beat them...oh yes...I did...

After the wild thing, the boys and Janelle wanted to ride the Power Tower thingy again...so they got in line.



Meanwhile, I got a shot of Vin Diesel riding it...


Yeah, I swear that's him third from the left in the green shirt. Can you prove otherwise? Yeah, I didn't think so.


The crew riding up....


...and falling to their (non) deaths. Good times...always good times...

Then they wanted to go on this sickening-looking contraption called the Exfoliator or something like that and it just zoomed around in a circle.


She totally looks like she's going to barf, no?


Good 'ol B; cool as a cucumber.

Last ride of the day was this wacky thing...



It was this U-shaped thing...I'm so sick of rides right now...

Getting back, we were all soppy and sun-sucked, so we cleaned up and headed over to the Cheesecake Factory (again for me) for some actual cheesecake for me and food for them.







The next day, we packed up and headed home, stopping a bit on the way so I could pick up some old granny slippers and for supper (salad and ice keem!) All in all, an awesome time with good friends. It may be the last time I go to Minneapolis for a very long time, so I enjoyed myself.

I'll leave you with this for now:



This week we had Sports Day for the company, and on my walk over to the country club, I saw this fluffy white ground and cotton flying everywhere. This picture doesn't do it justice, but it was really pretty.

I'll fill you in on what goes down this week on the BC job front...wish me luck...

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