Adventures in Panda Land

My parents went to the Beijing zoo today to see the panda exhibit. I was hoping they would get to see something like this (which kept me in stitches for the better part of an hour one day):

They didn't see any sneezing baby pandas, but mom did get some great pictures. Here's one:

Things that make me laugh

This could be a long post. I may end up actually spreading it out over several posts, just so it looks like I have more to say. 

1) Because I Said So

This woman is a goddess. How she does it, I don't know. She has 6 (yes, SIX!) kids!! Her blog is about her adventures in parenting and the trouble her kids get in. It's good for a laugh.

2) Cats

This video puts me in stitches every time I watch it. Cats are funny. I don't like cats. 

3) Rob Paravonian (or something like that)

This guy is funny. Enough said. 

4) Bo Burnham

I feel like I'm going to hell in a hand basket every time I watch one of this guys videos. But they're too funny not to watch. My personal favorites are "The Perfect Woman" and "Rehab for Fictional Characters". You have to watch the first one multiple times to get over the shock.

5) My dad's elephant story

I'm saving this one for a separate post. It's just too good. 

6) Cyanide & Happiness 

This website makes me giggle. It's not a site that I go to often, but it's pretty funny at times.

7) Whose Line Is It Anyway?

I used to love watching episodes of this show in high school. Last year during exams I rediscovered it on youtube and stayed up (laughing myself stupid) until 3:00am watching this video:

I also really enjoy this one:

8) The mom song 

Just watch it. It's funny.

One from the archives

I decided to go through my old blog and re-read my old posts (all four of them). This one brought back some old memories of what it's like to be single, and made me VERY thankful that I have a wonderful boyfriend. I thought I would share...

I'm going to tell you about my latest adventures, or should I say misadventures, with the opposite sex...

I'm going to start with Chip... and I"m going to use his real name because it makes the story that much better..

I was in Chapters about a month ago buying some last minute Christmas gifts for my family. I had just picked up a photography book for my mom and was heading to the cash when I could see a rather awkward looking character lurking behind the shelves. I had a bad feeling about him, so I made a fast dash to the cash, but he was a quick little bugger and cornered me in the main aisle. He looked pretty pathetic, like one of those puppies that you just can't help but feel bad for, so when he asked me how old I was, (he really knew how to strike up a conversation with the ladies), I told him I was 21. The look in his eyes then turned to pure excitement and he explained to me how much he hated Canada because there was no snow and that he was from Colorado and all he wanted to do was go snowboarding (this guy did NOT look like a snowboarder... the story would unroll differently from here on if he did...). He then explained that he was here visiting his father, who had just moved here, and he didn't know anyone. Then he asked for my phone number. I don't know if it was his crooked glasses, or the sweater with the holes in it, or even his out of control hair, but I took pity on the poor boy and gave him my cell number and told him to call me after Christmas. I then ran for the cash.

Two hours later, just walking in the door, my cell phone rings. Guess who?? Yup, it's Chip (I didn't realize that when I said 'call me after Christmas', I really meant 2 hours later). I re-explained to him that I would be busy until after Christmas and told him to call me around the 27th.

Another 3 hours pass... the cell phone rings again... it's Chipppppppp...

That night I'm out at a martini bar with a few of my friends and the phone rings again. I get my friend to answer it and tell him that I left my purse with her for the night because I decided to go downtown. She then explains to him that I was really busy until after Christmas and he'd have to wait to get a hold of me until around the 27th.

So this continues for awhile to the point were I began to dread my cell ring (even if it does sound like the theme song from Sex & the City... sooo fun). Finally, I don't know if it was the Christmas spirit or the wine, but I answered my phone on Christmas eve. It was Chip (surprise, surprise). He explained to me that he didn't feel like spending Christmas eve with his dad, his new step-mom and her kids and then asked if he could tag along with me for the night. I told him No, flat out and hung up. (I was getting a little frustrated with Chip at this point).

After Christmas, Chip continues to call me, until finally, at 2am might I add, I pick up the phone and tell him that I didn't have time to hang out since a friend was coming down to stay with me for the remainder of the holiday. He got all defensive and started getting pissy and I was pissy cause he was calling at 2am. I believe that the final words spoken were:

Me - "It's 2am, I'm going to bed. Good bye"
Chip - "Well I guess I'll never talk to you again."
Me - "Guess not." Click.

I probably wasn't the best representative of Canadian girls, and I'm sure that Chip went home to Colorado to all his equally awkward friends and told them all how bitchy Canadian girls are. But in my defense, I get 3 weeks off a year, I spent 8 months in school and 4 months working in the summer. Those 3 weeks are mine... I do whatever I please with them, and this Christmas my plans didn't include babysitting a "snowboarder" from Colorado.

Hand Grenades and Horny Gators

So, we were down in Nawlins - or New Orleans incase you don't speak Southern, for reading week. I'll give a full, detailed account of the trip later, but for now I'm going to keep you all on the edge of your seats, and just tell one fun little anecdote from the trip. 

We were walking around the French Quarter on a beautiful sunny day and we decided to stop for lunch on Bourbon St. Among the 100's of bars, we decided on Tropical Isle to grab a bite. The food was actually pretty good and we decided to wash it down with a beverage of the alcoholic sort. Now, in case you're not familiar with New Orleans (which I'm assuming includes all 2 of you that actually read my blog), this particular bar is famous for it's Hand Grenades, Horny Gators and Tropical Itches. 

Upon doing a quick google search, I discovered that the Hand Grenade is comprised of 5 different kinds of alcohol, and equals to 7 and a half shots!!! These drinks aren't for your typical lightweight American tourists - but seeing as we're Canadian, and university students, we figured the warning didn't apply to us. Yes, that's right, these drinks come with a warning. (I just spent about 45 minutes trying to find the warning on google, but no luck - I'll ask around and see if anyone still has a copy of it) 

After consuming hand grenades, we bought various other drinks for the sole reason that we 

wanted to drink in the streets - because it's legal to do that in New Orleans! (Yay for the Napoleonic Code, which Louisiana is under) Needless to say, we were all feeling pretty great at this point in time.

So what does one do in New Orleans while intoxicated at 1 in the afternoon? Eat Beingets of course!!

We got our clan together and headed down to Cafe du Monde, which I'm surprised we actually found, given that we were drunk and in a new city. So we're sitting around eating our beignets when one of the girls in the group randomly shouts out "Is that Michael Buble?". The conversation stopped dead at that exact moment and all of our heads whip around to see Michael Buble sitting no more than two tables away fom us. 

Now, let me explain something first, I'm not an obsessive fan, I don't stalk celebrities, I don't even read celebrity gossip, but the sight of Michael Buble no more than 10 feet away from me

made me more than slightly giddy. Maybe it was the hand grenades, maybe it was the fact that I saw him in concert in February and swooned for the entire show (as well as for days later), I don't know what it was, but the butterflies in my stomach were definitely in flight. 

At this point, we all grab our cameras and run over to get our pictures taken with him. By the time it was my turn I was so giddy I could barely talk (or breathe). I automatically sat down beside him, I don't even know if I said anything to him, I can't remember (I'm going to blame to booze for the amnesia, and not the fact that I was just THAT excited/nervous). All I know is that I definitely got a picture taken with him, and I definitely told him that his concert was the highlight of my life (I say stupid things when I'm nervous!). Oh, and as I was walking away, I suddenly decided I HAD to shake his hand, so I ran back over to him and stuck out my hand (again, I have no idea if I actually said anything at this point or not). 

So that's my Michael Buble experience. Sarah's experience however, takes the cake. I would tell it to you, but it's so much better when you hear it first hand, so here it is: 

Isn't it priceless?

Once we were done making asses of ourselves in front of Michael Buble, I felt the need to run (literally) over and tell Derrick  (my boyfriend) what I just experienced. (He had missed all the excitement because he'd been talking to a tour lady about her experiences during Katrina) As I'm walking (running) away from the table that Sarah and I were sharing, I hear her break out into song  "ALLLLLLLL BY MYSELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLFFFF..... DON'T WANNA BEEE ALLLLLLLLLLLLL BY MYYYYYYYYSELFFFFFFFFFFF ANYMOOREEEEEEEEEEE". God, I hope Michael didn't hear that!! Oh, we also proceeded to lick the powered sugar off the plates too. We really are classy folks, I promise! 

Moral of this story: Hand grenades are dangerous, and the warnings should be taken seriously.

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Edit: As I was cleaning my disaster of a bedroom the other day, I finally found the Official Hand Grenade Drinking Guide:

Drink #1 - Will lift your spirits and make you happy. 

Drink #2 - Will give you a nice buzz

Drink #3 - Will result in a complete loss of your inhibitions

Drink #4 - Will cause you to dance in the streets. Females may be promted to show their tits

Drink #5 - YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN! WE DON'T RECOMMEND DRINKING 5!

About me

I'm currently a student at a small university in the south-east corner of New Brunswick. I'm doing a BSc and majoring in both Biology and Psychology (I'm a sucker for punishment) and I'm only 3 courses away from graduating. I'm practically counting down the days until I get that $30 000 piece of paper. I'm 22 years old (although some days I still feel 10), I've been dancing since I was 4 (but I've had to slow down lately because of various nagging injuries) and I'm really bad at talking about myself. I love: summer, strawberries, indie music, animals, volunteering, sunglasses, Juno, warm rain, my cottage, 70's inspired flowy shirts, lilies, traveling, dance, cold beer, children, Wii, laughing, red wine, Christmas time, flip flops, apple crisp, country music, Scrubs (the TV show, not the clothing) and the beach. 

My boyfriend, who I'm sure will be mentioned in a post or two, is simply amazing. He deals with my pre-graduation insanity and loves me despite it. He also cleans, does dishes, gives massages and brings me Midol when I feel like I'm going to die. He's my Rock! ;)

My cat, Moose, was an unexpected addition to our happy little apartment. He was found, stick thin and covered in dirt, by some of the guys that I worked with this past summer. When I showed up to work the next morning they said they had a surprise for me and handed over the kitten. It was love at first sight (and I hate cats!). His name comes from the fact that they were drinking Moosehead beer when they found him. We've taught Moose how to fetch and to behave like a dog (I told you I don't like cats...).

My parents are amazing. I owe everything to them. They paid for my schooling, they listen to me when I complain about how much I hate school, they put up with my 1am phone calls, they spoil me rotten and they're my best friends (corny, I know!). I'd be completely lost without them. 

I'm not a great writer and I'm not going to pretend I am. I'm not going to use this blog as a spot for me to rant and rave (although it may happen) and I'm not going to go on and on and on about my deepest emotions (I have my boyfriend for that!). Instead, I'm going to post things that make me happy and things that make me laugh, little anecdotes from my day, youtube videos, pictures... anything that will help me forget about my daily stresses of trying to figure out where my life is going, and especially anything that will help me forget that I'm stuck in Sackville.