You're Gonna Hate Me

Remember Sandra? Montreal? Makes jewellery? My bestie? Well, she was here for the weekend (infamous Stampede weekend). This is her pictured below. See the angelic smile, pretty green shirt? I love her. Alot. Like a sister. Truly, I do. She's super funny, she's genuine, smart, ambitious, caring, fun ..... etc. HOWEVER, she's kind of in my "bad-ish" books right now. She introduced me to a game in the short time she was here and its been messing with my head ever since. If you don't want to periodically curse this Sandra chick, don't keep reading. Skip to the next picture. Which is only a ruse. The others are only there to distract you in case you don't want to be made to feel like you are going to be committed because you think you are literally going crazy ....

I've warned you. So here goes:
We're driving down the Deerfoot (trying not to die in my Pontiac Wave - with traffic blowing by us and 99% of the vehicles 50% bigger than us) and she so innocently says "Oh, Lyanne (her sis) and I play this game when we're driving".
"Oh?" I say expectantly, as I'm always driving and can only listen to my "please poke my eyeballs out with a fork" voice while singing along to the radio for so long. I was kind of excited to learn of a new activity to engage in in my frequent travels, traffic jams. "what's the game?".
Her eyes get big and she sits up a little straighter, leans in and says "We try and make words with the letters in the licence plates". I must have looked at her funny because then she shrugs and says, a tad sheepishly, "its a long drive from Montreal to Toronto." And so it began.
So guess what I've been doing ever since? It like a living, moving crossword puzzle. You know what is even sadder than this crazy, panic-filled obsession as I watch cars whizzzz by me at speeds unknown? That I shout victoriously when I get a really hard one. I literally smile and say, (sometimes out loud) "Oh. Good one. That was very clever."
I have no way of knowing if you are still reading or you've skipped over to the creepy mascot and profane menu, except for the hate mail I'll receive in about a week when you realize that you JUST CAN'T STOP.

Love you San Ham!!!! xoxo Come back anytime. Really. I mean it. Just don't speak. :-)

On to the next. Don't look at the picture if you don't like bad words. This is on the brunch menu at a 'watering hole' in Calgary. I love it because its true. Most of its mundane. If you really think about it. Even before the coffee kicks in.

Then theres the crush of mascots 'round these parts during Stampede. I had to get my picture taken - why again? I'm not sure. But it seems we really persued this guy (girl, who the heck knows, right??). I asked him if he was smiling for the photo. He doesn't speak, and he/she/whatever, certainly didn't laugh. Sandra and I did. We thought I was pretty funny. Once.

Thats all.

Happy driving everyone!!!