Oh, Tom Selleck

A few weeks ago my mom and I went to an auction. We had no idea what to expect but I was excited. When we walked in we could hear the auctioneer and he sounded just like you're thinking he would. He was talking really fast and you could only make out every 5th word or so. We each got a fancy number to use for bidding. And by fancy - I mean a piece of paper with a number written on it with marker.

It took place in a huge banquet room which had all the auction items around the room with rows of chairs throughout the middle. Upon walking around the room we quickly realized it was a glorified garage sale. There was a ton of crap with the odd awesome thing mixed in. My initial thought was that people were there for the furniture and had to patiently wait for the useless junk to get auctioned off first. I should have known better and realized people will buy anything. ANYTHING. Like a basket of doilies. Or hideous hand stitched bird pictures. Not that I should talk because wait until you see what I bought.

We were sitting at the back of the room so when the guy held up the item he called "a wooden family". I was intrigued. I couldn't really see it well, but it sounded pretty cool. He started the bids at $5.00. No bites. He dropped it down to $1.00. I really wanted to experience the auction and get to use my fancy bidding number, so I bid. Someone bid $1.00 so I went for $2.00. And I won!! The immediate words out of my mother's mouth were: "What the hell are you doing?"

But then they brought me my wooden family. And I loved them.

CHECK OUT THESE MOUSTACHES!

I like imagining the history behind these little guys. Where did they come from? Who owned them? I smile just thinking about it. No, actually, I laugh because they are pretty ridiculous - in an awesome way.

I'm pretty sure I'll never go to another one of these weird auctions. I'm quite content with the experience and the new moustache friends I got out of it.

Favourite of the Day: I just had to google how to spell moustache.

Feel It

My new favourite song is Feel It, by Jakalope. While the song is new to me, it actually came out in 2004. My friend Steve told me about it. Basically he said "Listen to this song. This girl is kick-ass and you'll love it". He was right.

Random Fact: I did some reading on the band and found out they sing the theme song to Degrassi: The Next Generation. Funny eh?

Favourite of the Day: I'm still on holidays. Enjoying my last day off after a fun road trip with a great group of people. Lots of laughs.

Short & Sweet

My mom made tie plates yesterday. So the kitchen smelled like anise. I don't know what conversation took place in the kitchen. What I do know is my niece Jana walked into the dining room and said to my dad:

"You know what Papa? Auntie Amy thinks the kitchen smells like anus."

My dad said "huh" with a bewildered look on his face. And I laughed my head off.

It's past my bedtime....

Earlier tonight I cleaned out my inbox. I just signed in again and saw this message:

.....and I laughed and laughed. "Why thank you for noticing, Hotmail." *blushing*

Favourite of the Day: Shaw came today and brought me a brand new PVR. PLUS they extended my promotion package because they felt bad about the poor customer service I received. This was after I emailed them and called one of their employees a 'dick'. I feel bad about that. Sorry 'Jeff' - I hope you didn't get fired. Either way - Shaw kicks ass and takes care of their customers the way a good company should. To all you fools still with Bell - what are you thinking??????

Where were you?

Today marks the only "where were you" conversation that happens during my lifetime so far. Our parents generation have the JFK, John Lennon and Elvis conversations.

We have the 9-11 conversation.

I was lying in bed. I woke up to the sound of my dad's employees in the kitchen. What? The staff doesn't go in the kitchen? They only go in the basement - where the office is. In my pajamas, I made my way to the kitchen to check out what everyone was watching on the television. I normally would never hang out with the staff in my pajamas, but this was an exception.

I was going to LSSU then. I had class that day. But cross the international border to go the Unites States? I don't think so. Instead I stayed in front of the t.v all day. A day I'll never forget.

My stomach was sick thinking of what was going on right before my eyes. And I knew I couldn't even comprehend the magnitude of it all.

Could anyone?The hero is commonly the simplest and obscurest of men.

-Henry David Thoreau