Kevin vs. Phyllis

This post is for Office lovers only.

(I'll give those suckers who don't watch this show a moment to click elsewhere...)

***pictures stolen from NBC's website***

I think The Office is absolutely the best comedy on television. The writers are brilliant and the cast is an all time best. Their timing and delivery is top notch. I can't really put into adequate words how much I love this show.

The other day at work, my friend and I were debating who was the best character on the show. Not counting the main four (Michael, Dwight, Jim & Pam) we narrowed it down to two: Kevin and Phyllis. I am pretty adamant it is Phyllis, but he thinks it is Kevin.  After some discussion of certain scenes and lines, I may be wavering towards switching to team Kevin. Recently, Kevin has had some good scenes - like when he went to Jim and Pam's wedding wearing Kleenex boxes as shoes, or 'borrowing' Jim's office to fart. But then there is Phyllis. She has some great one-liners; "I wonder what people like about me?....I bet it's my jugs". Oh, that line makes me full out belly laugh. 

Yes, I think ultimately I'm staying with Phyllis. 

Anyway, I hope to hear from everyone else who loves this show.   Consider the following characters: 

Stanley

Angela

Oscar

Kelly

Andy

Meredith

Creed

Phyllis

Kevin

I left out Ryan, Toby and Erin.  Basically because I don't think they should be considered a top character because they aren't that funny.  I wish Holly was still around.  The parody of Slumdog Millionaire she did with Michael should have earned her a permanent spot on the show.  She had the best chemistry with him and was a perfect fit for this show.

Who is your favourite?

Un - Favourite of the Day:  My two 7 year old nieces are both in Grade Two at the same school.  They were in a talent show at school today and I forgot to go.  Had I gone, I KNOW this would have been my Favourite of the Day.  I'm certainly not winning Aunt of the Year today. 

This is super gross, sorry.

When my friend Amy and I were in University we took a road trip to Hamilton to visit friends at MacMaster University.  We snuck into an all boys dorm to stay with a friend for a few nights. They had a 'no girls allowed' rule - but we stayed there anyway, sneaking in quick bathroom trips and guarded shower time.  After we had been there awhile I think the boys forgot we were there.  It was interesting.  We saw boys being boys - just being themselves, comfortable in their own. 

Sometimes I feel like this when I do scorekeeping for men's hockey. (This a new thing I do in my spare time).  Sitting in the little booth between the two benches, I see the men in their element. Unfortunately this means I also see some pretty repulsive behavior. Prepare yourself ladies - I'm about to share some disturbing information;  

Guys blow snot all over the place.  

Ya, that's right - Wherever they are sitting or standing, no matter who is around them.  They put their finger over one nostril and just blow snot out, free to roam wherever it may roam. Without fail, I have seen this happen multiple times at every single game.  It makes me want to throw up. (I've seen multiple guys throw up too).  

Never, in a million years would a girl ever do this.  EVER. 

I just got back from doing a game right now and one of the guys walked over to the garbage can behind me to blow his snot there and I actually thought "Awww, what a nice guy...he used the garbage can".  Right, like he's a gentleman.  

This is absurd.  I'm getting desensitized.  I feel like I need to go get a manicure and watch Beaches. 

Favourite of the Day:  I've recently been introduced to Del Monte Pink Grapefruit Cups. I LOVE these.  They don't sell these locally, but my friend Dana got me some from Kingston.  She put them in a cooler bag with ice and boarded them on a PLANE  to bring home for me??  How crazy is that?  I ate one for breakfast today.  I only have ten so I have to ration them.  I could honestly eat about six a day. 

 

Creeptastic

I think children have this anti-creepy gene that we must lose during puberty. Have you ever seen some of the toys kids play with?  Kids are immune to the creepiness of them.  Over Thanksgiving weekend some of the toys we played with years and years ago made their way out of my aunt's basement.   Sorry this is sideways, but check out the awfulness of this:

I watched in horror as 2 year old Owen did this over and over again. Laughing and giggling each time - like it was actually a fun toy to play with.  

Similarly, I was at Christmas party two years ago when Jane and I stumbled upon this doll at my friend John's house.  The doll's name is Joey.  John loves Joey and was apparently his childhood prized possession.  Even as an adult, working on a cruise ship, his mother mailed him Joey in a care package.  Joey has travelled the world.  But here is the problem; Joey is creepy. Here is Jane, being creeped out by Joey: 

John and his wife now have a beautiful one year old daughter.  I was half laughing, half mortified when I recently saw a picture of her with Joey clutched tightly in her arms.  I am sure John's wife is NOT impressed.  

Unfortunately, I think she will have to wait a good 12 years or so before she can safely put Joey in a box in the basement where he belongs.  

The Gas Triangle

I would love to work at a gas station to see how many people (all female, I would assume) get out of the car and get ready to pump their gas, only to put the nozzle back and get in the car - to have to drive to a different pump because their gas tank is on the other side of the car.  

(Oh, hello run-on sentence)

I did this again yesterday for the millionth time.  And this is even AFTER I've learned about the gas tank picture in the car.  I had no idea that little triangle picture was there to help you know where your gas tank is.   Yet, I somehow STILL get this wrong.  

Master Manipulator

I might be a genius. I came to this conclusion when I woke up this morning because I manipulated my own dream.

I am a vivid dreamer. I usually dream multiple times a night. I always remember my dreams and I often have to really think about whether or not something happened to me in real life or if it was a dream.

The dreams I hate the most are about my teeth. I HATE them. (I am also annoyed by 'pee dreams'). In these dreams my teeth usually fall out, crack or something gross and awful. Last night it was a fall out dream. One of my front teeth broke and I spit it into my hand. I reached up and touched my teeth and they all started to fall out. I was collecting them all in my hand. Normally at this point in time I would start to freak out. However, something strange happened. In my dream, I told myself not to worry - that I was dreaming and I would eventually wake up and I would have all my teeth. So I carried on what I was doing and secretly held all my teeth in my hand.

When I woke up I immediately slid my tongue along all my front teeth to ensure they were in tact. They were, of course.

I feel like this is a huge step in my nocturnal world of randomness.

The Bike Story

I was framed for a crime. Sort of. I'm reminded of it every year on my friend Dana's birthday - October 9 - the day this craziness occurred.

I had a hockey game that night and I was on my way to the rink. I was driving in the outside lane down Wellington Street - a very busy street. Looking ahead, I saw a man on the curb, standing beside his bike. He looked like he was waiting for traffic to clear so he could eventually cross. I didn't give him much thought. As I passed where he was standing he suddenly picked up his bike and flung it onto my car. It scared the crap out of me and I swerved into the other lane and hit the brakes. Thankfully, there were no cars there at the time. I looked into my rear view mirror and saw the guy run onto the street behind my car and lay down beside his mangled bike with his limbs all astray. When this all happened I had no idea what he was doing. I thought he was crazy. I was just mad he possibly damaged my car. I got out of the car and angrily walked over to him. I asked him what the h*ll was wrong with him. He didn't respond and I looked around and saw people walking toward me with concerned looks on their faces. Traffic had stopped and my car was parked diagonally across two lanes blocking traffic. Suddenly I realized what it looked like.

Everyone thought I hit him.

My heart started to race and I announced "I did not hit this guy. He threw his bike at my car." Suddenly I was the crazy one. Then I said "Didn't anyone see this happen?". A guy started walking towards us from the opposite side of the street and said "Ya, I saw it all - you were driving too fast and you hit him". Great - these guys were working together. That put me in a full panic and I said I was going to call the police. He said "good because you hit him". As this happened a little old lady had finally managed to make her way over to us. She was driving the car behind me. She told everyone she saw it all - that the guy was not on his bike and he did in fact, throw it on my car. There was a man in a suit standing beside me who then put all the pieces together and realized these crackheads were scheming together to try to get some money out of me. He said he was calling the police and suggested I move my car out of the middle of the street. This prompted the crackheads to run away.

We tried to see if there was damage to the car but it was dark and we were not able to tell. I was quite shaken up over the incident and the little old lady told me she lived around the corner and invited me over to use her phone. To be honest, I'm not quite sure why I went to her house because I could have used a phone at the rink. But I did. So, I sat in this sweet lady's living room and called my dad. I blurted out to him what happened and he remained calm, as he always does, and told me to report it to the police. So I did. The police didn't seem to care and did nothing.

When I finally got to the rink I busted into the dressing room looking rattled and dishevelled. The room was quiet and my coach was giving his pre-game speech. I couldn't contain myself and rudely interrupted;

"Guys - you're never going to believe this...."

And as it often happens in my life, they responded with 'Only you Sara, only you.'


Favourite of the Day: With family coming home to spend Thanksgiving weekend with us, I was ecstatic to finally the newest addition to our family, Julianna. She is as beautiful as can be. She is 7 weeks old and I snuck in some good snuggle time with her. She is perfect.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!

Random Thought

At the end of the day, do you think Maury Povich and Connie Chung can actually have an intellectual conversation?

Remember When

On Sunday we celebrated my parents 40th Wedding Anniversary.  We had a great evening with family.  As a gift, we presented our parents with a photobook and slide show of pictures from the last 40 years. They loved it!!  Special thanks to my super cool friend John who worked his wonders on the slide show. 

It was fun to look back at how much we all have changed, to see their life together before our lives existed and to look back and remember people who have passed on.  The nostalgia wasn't even ruined when Jana said to my mom; 'You know Nana, GiGi's brother had real hairy boobs'.  

Here is a quick look at some of my favourite pictures we found; 

Pure sweetness.  My brother and sister in 1972. 

My brother lovingly reading me a story.  

--Ya right.  As soon as we saw this we both said

 'there's no way we did that - - were definitely posing'.  

Then we laughed and laughed.  

How short are my brother's shorts?  And nice mesh belly shirt.   

This is the one that made me laugh the hardest. 

This is my grandpa - making fart sounds in his armpit. 

I sure wish I met him...(for more reasons than this of course).

I don't know the story behind this one.  

I only know it involves me, my dad and a banjo.

And that we look pretty damn happy.    

 My sister looks so much like her daughter here, 

my brother has a barrette in his hair

and my mom looks so pretty.  I love this picture. 

Me - rockin' a plaid jumpsuit and stylin' some hair. 

Remember when bangs started way back on your head? 

Also - check out those pop bottles. 

Love my dad's jacket in this one. 

 

In today's news....

"Michael Vick and Nike renew their 'longstanding, great' relationship"

Really, Nike? Seriously? There were NO other athletes you wanted to endorse your products?

In the article it reads 'Nike declined a request for comment'. Of course they did. They were too busy doing team building exercises where they smashed each others skulls against concrete walls.

You guys are idiots. I hate you, Nike.

A shameless plug

So, I met this guy Joe through my good friend Jane. I knew Joe would be awesome, simply through his association to Jane. Well that and Jane told me he was awesome. So anyway, Joe recently wrote a song and made a video - his Rap Debut - and it makes me smile every time I watch it. It is a good video and I like to picture how much fun he probably had making it.

I like when people do awesome things - for the simple fact of them being awesome. With no motivation or ulterior motive - like he's not trying to win something or compete, you know?

Yes, I'm well aware I used the word 'awesome' far too many times here. But guess what? It's awesome - so eat it.

Meet Joe - he's the white guy.

(*Note: Video contains adult language and a small amount of dry-humping. Consider yourself warned)

me n' my fridge

A few years ago I started randomly collecting magnets - funny magnets. And not cheesy, 'make your neighbour giggle' funny - I mean 'Sara' funny (if that can be a definition). I've only found maybe 6 that are worthy for my collection. Then last week I found these on etsy. And I cracked up.

Favourite of the Day: It's T.V Thursday and I have PVR - which is far too much money, but worth every penny because it is the best invention in the world. Can't wait to go home and curl up on the couch with my boyfriend's Jim Halpert and McSteamy (and Karev). Speaking of which - did anyone see the sketchy video leaked of McSteamy and his Neutrogena Girl wife? Note to all famous people - if you make such videos you are real idiots to be surprised with the world finds them.