Funny Shots

I flipped through some photos because it's been a while since I've posted any. These two made me chuckle.

Picture 1:
Is it just me, or does it look like I'm I staring at her boobs?

Picture 2:
Ouch.

Sine Sine Cosine Sine 3.14159

This weekend's highlight was definitely Greg O'Brian's Pi get together. Pi is my league team, in case you were wondering.

It was a potluck, which I'm a little afraid of in general. I'm not afraid of Pi potluck's, because lots of Pi people can cook. Potlucks with strangers are super-scary though. You might get someone like me, who typically doesn't have time to make anything, or worse, can't cook but tries anyway. (Special props to Heath here, who brought lettuce. Perhaps was told to bring 'salat' *in German*, which means lettuce and salad). Even more scary for me is people who can cook, but make things that I would never eat if I knew what was in it. Again, this is no one at Pi. The meal was delicious! In general, how do you know what's in there? Cat hair? Or there's the whole, "mmm, this is delicious salad, what's in it?". "Oh, the usual: lard, sugar, fat, more sugar." Then you have to try to find a dog or a plant to feed it too. In order to not be afraid of potlucks, I just need to be assured that everyone there is a better cook than me. It's a good thing I didn't have to make a pie to get on Pi, or I might not have made it.

A none-food highlight of the get together was the hotseat. It all started with the furniture configuration of the living room. I think it was Steve sitting there, and we started asking him a bunch of questions about what he did (work-wise) etc. Eventually we just sort of had everyone go. It was nice and relaxed, and I learned lots of stuff I didn't know about my teammates. Plus, it didn't digress into jr. high school, maybe with the exception of the farting inchworm. I'm not going to list people's interesting facts for you, mostly because I can't remember I just remember laughing a lot. Feel free to list them in the comments if you remember.

Gute Idee

I learned something else in German today to go in my 'funsies' category. It's 'Gute Idee'. 'Gute Idee' makes me think of someone claiming to speak German, but really just speaking English with a horrible fake German accent. "Ve are go-ink to be learn-ink German now...dis it a gute idee". You may find me using this new one a lot, although it would be hard to top 'oopsa'.

Nellie had an exhibition game tonight against a team named Stealth. It was at the ever so humane time of 9:45. We play another game tomorrow at 7 PM. Tonight's game was a lot of fun. Nellie won 4-2 and I scored! Woo hoo. Ann Olsen set me up with a perfect pass, and scored two other goals herself. I was on a forward line with Hunter all night and we had some really good chances. Sue would have two, three, sometime as many as 8 people on her (we still tend to cluster) and all I had to do was yell "Hunter!" and she'd somehow find me with the puck. I really could have used to have caught a few more passes. I had several great passes sent my way this game. I did the hockey equivalent of dropping a lot of nice hucks. I'll do better tomorrow night.

Crap

I guess I haven't been in a writing mood of late. I have been pretty focused on my upcoming tourney. Also, a lot of stuff that's been happening isn't blog material because it's work stuff. I won't blog about work stuff (if it's inappropriate too, which is usually is).

Tonight was a Bronco indoor session. There was a great turnout - I think somebody said 32 people. Awesome. It was good ultimate and fun people.

Hmm, this blog is lame so I'm going to stop. I will try to think of a decent topic next time.

Small Thoughts

I typed, y into Google and 'your such a fucking hypocrite' popped up. I had another 'choke heather' moment. I thought my computer was trying to tell me something. Then I remembered trying to search for what in the end turned out to be "Fake It" by Seether (I wanted to down load it off of iTunes).

I'm not sure who this Shannon chick is trying to take credit for my buddy Sharon's riding. I guess my blog has the "any crazies can leave comments" feature enabled. JK - sorry Shannon!

I added a little kittylitter to Tartan's box today, and he jogged over and immediately used it. There was lots, I just added more. I'd love to change a roll of toilet paper sometime and have someone go "oh sweet, thanks" and use it immediately.

Somehow, I manager to come away from the movie store having rented, "When a Stranger Calls". I don't remember what I was trying for, but definitely not this. I think it's a teen slasher moive? It looks really bad. Lesson learned: don't just grab the blockbuster case behind the movie you want to see.

Weekend Highlights - Riding & Romeo

As inspired by today's lunch:

Some of my favorite smells:

• good body odour
• pre-rain smell
• home-made food that almost ready

Some of my lease favorite smells:

• asparagus pee
• burning hair
• bad body odour

This past weekend was tonnes of fun. Some highlights included a stationary bike race (I'm still right here? How far did you go?), beers at the pub for Alli's 30th (Happy birthday, Alli) and a speech by Romeo Daillaire (if you haven't read Shake Hands with Devil, I would recemmend it. I'd also recommend sandwhiching it with Harry Potter).

I had no idea what to expect from the bike thing, which was a fundraiser for a rider trying to qualify for the Olympics. Teams of 4 took turns riding for four hours today. I thought, "one hour of riding, how hard can it be?". Hard. It's impossible not to go hard when your surrounding my people who look like "real cyclists" riding their little tight butts off. We each did two half-hour segments. It was lots of fun, and my legs were pretty tired at the end. Someone we managed to come second in the women's division. Go Pleasure Junkies. Oh yes, my team was Nat Sweet, Sharon Guthrie and Kelly Matheson. I suppose that's how.

Romeo Dallaire's speech was inspiring. I love hearing live talks like this, especially when I've already read material by the person speaking. There's lots I could say about the night (for example, it was cool to run into the Montieths, and who talks for half and hour before introducing the guy who is going to introduce the guy that everyone came here to see?). One thing stuck out for me though. I would need to spend hours on a blog about the topics that Romeo was talking about. I don't think I need to write down my opinion on any of it. One thing I found kind of interesting was how not tall Lt. Dallaire was. I say 'not tall' because he's not that short either. He was maybe 5'8? I recently read Malcolm Gladwell's book Blink that included a section on heightism. Most CEO's are tall (men, of course), and on average, tall people make more money. I found it interesting that without even really thinking about it, I expected Lt. Dallaire to be very tall. He's a strong leader, his presence commands respect....he has a mustache. In my imagination as I read his book, he was at least 6 ft. tall. His presence without question commanded respect, regardless of height. I just thought it was interesting how it drew to my attention my own unintentional assumption.

Where the Hell is Everyone, and Why is the Cafe Closed?

If you like place names (or have a sense of humour), you might find this funny. Click the link and you will be drawn in by the title alone!

http://www1.spiegel.de/active/quiztool/fcgi/quiztool.fcgi?id=30671

Last German class I was having some issues with my translations. I got"We will meet at the cafe at midnight (Mitternacht)", instead of the real answer, "We will meet at the cafe this afternoon (Nachmittag)". This lead to my group trying to say "Where the hell is everyone and why is the cafe closed?" in German.

There is one guy in my German class who keeps asking really stupid question. Don't get me wrong, learning a language is hard. His stupid questions have nothing to do with the class itself. We were working on conjugating verbs, and this dude sticks his hand up, interrupts, and asks, "Do your Wal-marts over there have grocery stores?". Today he stops the class because he was confused on how a restaurant could serve fresh-squeezed orange juice. It had nothing to do with the translation at all. How the man became a lawyer is beyond me.

I Am the SHIT

I am the shit, the complete shit, and the total shit.

Linds and I were joking this weekend that I should post this - after my last 2 blogs came out back to back. Please tell me you all know me well enough to know that I am kidding. The back-to-back timing was just bad. I'm not an arrogant asshole, I swear. I'm an arrogant assole, P.Ag. (jk)

This weekend was a lot of fun, if incredibly busy. I got outside to throw a lot (okay twice, but lots of throws!) and got my ass kicked on the stairs by Terri 'I think I could have got faster' Whitehead. Today was lots of exercise too, so I am happy that tomorrow is a rest day.

Pure funsies was Bruce and Gindl's going away party at the unicorn (have a blast and stay in touch guys). When I walked into the Unicorn, I remembered that the last time I was there was a Pi pub crawl, and I was very very drunk. It looked 'familiar' in a very intoxicated kind of way.

Saturday night I went to the free Roughnecks game. The Roughnecks won 15-12 with 18,000 fans in attendance. My favorite thing to do at the Roughnecks is heckle. There are lots of fun things to yell at Roughnecks game. Such as, "What's he got?"...."NOTHING"! and "ROUGH!....NECKS!!!!, ROUGH....NECKS!!! Everyone gets really into it. It's even more fun when the annoucer yells, "What's he got?" and you yell "HERPES"! or they yell "ROUGH" and you yell "SEX"! Heckling the Lacrosstatutes (ahem, I mean the Drill Crew) is also fun.

Shortlist and Tartan Control

When I got to work this morning, I had an email titled 'Team Canada Shortlist!!!". I proceeded to stare at it for the next hour before finally getting the courage to open it. I know it sounds stupid, but it's true. The rest of my day was great, because I made the shortlist :) Next will be a try-out tournament in California on April 5-6.

I had NSD tonight, and I found it good and challenging. It would have been so hard to go and work that hard if I had gotten cut! Phew. If I don't post a lot in the next month, it's because I'm trying to train really really hard.

Check on the sweet treats that I found for Tartan at the grocery store tonight. Purina Luv Tartan Control. Perfect!

Heather Adams, P.Ag.

I just found out that I am now the proud owner of a shiny new P.Ag.! P.Ag. stands for Professional Agrologist, so I suppose it's probably not shiny. It would be more likely to be covered in either dirt or shit. I wrote the test over Christmas, and I thought about doing a blogpost on it then, but I didn't want to jinx it.

I changed the signature on my email to be Heather Adams, B.Sc., P.Ag. Here were a few more suggestions; admittedly, a few of them were my suggestions.

Heather Adams, B.Sc., P.Ag., D.um., O.ld., F.at., S.ad.

This week had been really busy for me again. The last two days have been super-busy at work, and last night I had my three hour German class. This will likely put it in perspective for you (in too much detail, I'm sure). Yesterday, in my spare time, I pooped.

Ich mochte Deutsch lernen

Here are some germans words that I find funny, most because they are so obvious:
Die Krokodile, die Dusche, die Pizza, die Uniform, der Likor, der Stuhl.
Verbs: Fahrt, Hore, gehe, schicken
5:50 – saying ‘ten to six’ in German, the guy I was working with pronounced it ‘zen for sexs’.
I’m learning to say lots of useful things such as:
Ich schlafe mit Frauen. (I sleep with women.)
Was ist hinter die Elefant? (What is behind the elephant?)
Schwarz ist die neue rot. (Black is the new red.)
I’m sure Jayanti, Toby and Bridget must all be horrified with my pigeon german. Entshuldigung.