Conversations

It continues to amaze me how quickly conversations get twisted in this house. Very twisted, to the point that the people who began the rather normal exchange are not quite sure what they were talking about.

Conversationalist #1: " I got an interview on Wednesday!"
Conversationalist #2: " Congratulations! I am excited for you."
Interjecter #1: " What? She's pregnant?"
Interjecter #2: " Yes Dear, with triplets."
Conversationalist #1: "Well it had to be immaculate conception."
Interjecter #1: " What? The second coming of Christ?"
Conversationalist #2: " No, the second coming of Tri-Christ."
Inerjecter #3 from other room: " Well, she'd better find a big manger!"
Conversationalist #2: " Oh dear."

A Thought

How can you mourn the loss of something you have never had. Finding out that there is something missing that you weren't aware of is like realizing that that pocket in your sweater is really just a gaping hole. Now try to fix it.

Fancy Pants' Third Date?

Come for a beer... and supper, and, oh, its pretty late, you'd better stay in the guest room and drive back in the morning... after breakfast of course... well you didn't offer to do the dishes and you ARE still here so why don't you help trim the horses feet? A day and a half later the guys finally seized the opportunity to flee. Poor Fancy Pants, she finally found out what it is like to be a Leake kid.

Frou frou...

Where arre yooouuuu?

Sleep?

Nah, not me. Nor me poor pardner. Hell, I thought we were setting trend this weekend. Red eyes, hair sticking straight up and incomprehensible speech is totally in. You should try it. (See addiction post)

How odd

Nothing puts me in a better mood than getting a really strange call.

Oh boy..

Well, isn't he just the hottest thing since D5W.

Anonymity

Last night my girl and I went out dancing at the less seedy bar in town, and between the two of us we saw at least four people that we have met professionally. Two recognised us and one knew both of our names. Yuck, so much for anonymity. It must suck to be a cop.

Words

I love them, hate them, enjoy them, they drive me crazy. I have too many and yet never enough. I want to push as many into my head as I can. I have to fish for them but most of the time they all come bubbling out. I seem to have very little control.

I should.

Addiction

I love coffee.

Onions

Lovely veggie, but in my good friends unwavering opinion not worth the work and pain it takes to prepare them. Call me a machine-ist but I like the damn things.

Crazy Rat

Mars is Ama-azing!

Ah, wonderful

My birthday has been fabulous.
Thank you
for phoning
for polka-dot hampers
for teaballs
for flowers
for staying up all night
for eating movies and watching pizza pops about moving bodies
for singing to me
for dinner
for making my 20th birthday absolutely wonderful.
Thanks guys.

Ralf says..

"Sarah's dumb"

Such a Girl

I was given flowers for my birthday and... I love them! Pink flowers. In pink wrapping. In aprox three days they will have wilted and I will only remember them. What a odd present flowers are. What struck me though, is how much I love getting such a fleeting and girly gift. It made my day. They are right up there with polka-dot laundry hampers on my list of really cool birthday stuff. :)

Mmmm, food.

My silly friend (who I must come up with a name for... any Ideas?) is making me dinner tomorrow night!
I am excited!

How about Ralf?

It's mah birthday!

Today is my birthday and at aprox. 16:00 I will be two decades old.
who'da thunk?
A silly friend of mine stated that now I am 20 years old I will have to start acting my age. Alas, I should grow extremely bord and go completely out of my mind. Then what would happen?

I love Birthdays.

Yuck

I don't like Christmas Cake.

Our Frou Frou has left us...

Our Fou Frou has left us all behind,
She 's now in Chilliwack,
And of sounder mind.

At first she's unhappy,
and so is us,
I'm not gonna lie,
I feel like pus.

But things will get better,
so hang in there,
and some time soon,
We'll come play with your hair.

Boing.

Timing

People always seem to require assistance at 2:00 am and 5:00 am. Hmmmm..

Oublioirs

Oublioirs: a collection not of memories but of forgets. oo-blee-wars