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Costco. Formerly known as Price Club - at least it was before I moved to NZ as a kid - finally remembered the name, which is funny because it took years to say Costco. Anyways, good store - used to rollerblade in there (again pre-NZ) - before they had as many rules. Known for bulk items and for deals, but not so much for jewellery. Here's some earrings from their website. It made me laugh when I was browsing it quite awhile ago. Still does. For you to enjoy:

Ummmm... buy a house instead, crazy people. If you're going to go ahead with that - go to a jewellery store :P

P.S. There's only 1 available... they're obviously waiting on you...

Funny Faces.

I love 'em. I got in mock trouble at work for taking such joy in these photos. I think I give as good as I get though :P

Simon's hair-ability. Today he put his handprint in it. Impressive.

Crazed fruit ninja player. Oh, Mister Giggles.

Sunshine. Hockey mouth? Like.

Timmerie - she has 3 hands here... awkward... but still cool. 

Lee Jr. Picture day. Dressed by her dad, not by Tate. Look at that mullet that she doesn't actually have!

Battered face. Crazy cooking day. Amazing meal. Cannelloni! Proof of effort even on the face.

Bonus story: While cooking that day (of Waywin's birthday! Yay 40!) I tried to help out - I failed to help out... hilariously failed... (this story suits today too - because I tried to help redblackblur out at work and continually failed... she told me I could keep trying though :P). There were like many meals being made at the same time... that's my partial excuse. Anyways, she asked me to put butter and flour in a pot; I did... or rather, I thought I did. Cornmeal! I put cornmeal in the recipe for icing! Thankfully she looked at me, because I seriously had no idea. Mini story over. Back to the faces.

Nieceamine. Trying hard and succeeding on those silly faces.

See. Give and take. Me. Scary. Imagine if I looked like that not trying? Hmmm.  To ponder in your nightmares :P

Clumsy

Sometimes I don't mind being clumsy... always makes for some stories... and other times it just plain sucks. I think I've broken pretty much all of my favourite things. It's horrible. I broke one of 'em this morning. It was a Christmas ornament that was my Grandma's - it sucked. It was a bad start to a day - I was totally uncool and let it last. I was a grump all shift. Seriously stupid. Then I finished up and looked outside at the poring rain. Phoneless, but only a few minutes away. I stepped outside and got less stupid. I actually liked my mini walk in the rain... it was refreshing and it just made me take a second to breathe. I needed that. I was still a little off, but oh so much less. Got picked up by some friendly neighbours on my way home. One of the littles in the car wanted to make sure I told everyone that they did so. Cutie pies. Seriousness away - want to hear a funny clumsy story? I shouldn't have even asked. I have to pee every single night before I fall asleep... like right before. Even if it takes me an hour to fall asleep - right before I go to the washroom and then deep sleep immediately. It comes from having a horrible couch accident at Nenners and Waywin's when I was like 9/10... way too old not to scar a kid. Anyways... this routine is set. Completely. I can go through all the hallways in the dark and everything. Then, last night my path changed... a little... not a lot. It messed me up good - I totally walked into a wall. Like STRAIGHT INTO A WALL! It was so loud - I'm loud every night, but wow - LOUD! More so because I was laughing so hard. Who does that? Funny. Our family sleepy is funny. We walk like we're drunk, get up before we're awake, and run into walls (at least me and Tate do). With Seb I've also conversed passably while asleep, slept with my legs in the air (freaked her and Tate right out on a vacation), and spoken Japanese - least all that was when I was little - hopefully I'm getting progressively better. Nearing the end of the clumsy day. Still more to come though. Got to play catch-up - now I know why it was better to post often - I've forgotten so much. Lost all my photos off my computer though - still have a back-up, but I always have to go through a mini emotional recovery too.

P.S. Watching 'Henry Poole is Here' - the part with the nurse who can't take blood is hilarious.

P.P.S I forgot the funny part about breaking things (this is why I should go to sleep earlier) - I used super glue to get the ornament and this little box I love back together. I didn't get stuck to anything - that would only be funny farther away from the incident - but I did get it all over my hands. It's so weird feeling - makes me think of the spray on shoes from 'Cloudy with a Chance of Meaballs' - I would just desperately want to wiggle my toes! It's coming off pretty quick though... thankfully... it'd be weird to work at a cashier register with non-responsive fingers and increasingly Christmas grumpy customers :P

Death to the Mysterious (revealed) Ice Pack

My dad has gout, so sometimes he wakes up with pain in his legs and grabs a ice pack before going back to sleep. He was at the cottage. My mom was not. He woke up. He grabbed a bag - didn't care of what - and went back to bed. It exploded. It was frozen blueberries. Yep... the most staining of all fruits. Then... he did nothing. He waited for my mom. She took us in to show us over Thanksgiving weekend... she was still not impressed... I kind of was... seriously - imagine these pictures with no explanation... funny.

Do you like this dramatic angle? I LOVE it.

The infamous 'wringing your neck' gesture. Scary, eh?

Weird sign

(& Funny.)

Note the bolt coming out of the heart... 'dreams come true and TAKE THAT!!!' Bhahaha.

Tate vs Speed Dial

Okay... I may love this story too much. I love my sister Tate,  but she's semi anti-technology. She just, like JUST, got a phone plan that texts. Anyways  - she just never used her phone for anything but the basics. One time at the cottage, with the whole family, she asked me for my number - so I opened her phone to put it in because she also wanted me to edit the names and such... I cried from laughing so much. She only had like 6 contacts (again - emergency numbers) that she used and some of them had like half names... my mom's was something like 'mmo' - hahahahaha! I'm seriously shaking even now... onto the actual funny bit - so I go in and change everything for her, then I get to her husband's number... hehehehe... okay... phone numbers are 10 digits now, right? Yes, you agree. When she got the phone it was 7 digits. Her speed dial for her hubby? Guess? Not 1. Not 2. Not even 3. 55978. 5 DIGITS!!! HILARIOUS!!! We all laughed for hours - and sometimes I still think on it while drifting off to sleep. I love laughing to sleep - something epic and awesome about it. Still laughing. I love her muchly.

Hitchhiker's Guide

42. The answer to life, the universe, and everything... according to the book... not THE Book. Today though - 42 days until Christmas!!! We're getting there.