Friday, June 27, 2008
The midway is probably my favorite part of any fair. I love getting on rides that were built in the early 1970s and maintained by people with a 3rd grade education. Though in all fairness, the trend for carnies has shifted from the Slack-Jawed Yokel variety to something more along the lines of the "Does your Corrections Officer know you're here?" There's nothing I love more than throwing caution to the wind and getting onto a giant piece of metal that will hurl me around (upside down at times) at ludicris speeds, testing the grit of my gastrointestinal prowess (or lack thereof).
Then there are the games! Oh the games! "Hey there pretty lady, why doncha give this a try? It's easy, just knock down these milk bottles that are cemented to each other with a strangely irregular softball for $16 a ball!" They draw you in with the promise of winning a cute stuffed toy that's been sitting under the booth for the past 6 years gradually becoming the comfortable condominium to a family of fleas! Sure Mr. Carnie-guy, I don't need a retirement savings fund, my future kids don't need to go to college. What I NEED is a $90 stuffed toy that I could otherwise buy at the dollarstore fo 50 cents! I think what I love more than being harassed by the carnies into playing their fixed games is when they heckle Brad and call his masculinity into question. No, he can't win that game beacuse the rings that are supposed to fit over the pop-bottlenecks are actually a fraction of an inch too small, not because he's not "man enough". But good try.
And we can't forget the food. The cottoncandy, the mini-donuts, the pizza, the snowcones, the gallons of pop, the elephant ears (or beaver tails as we call them in Smithers), the hotdogs, the corndogs...OMG...I think the indigestion grows as my bank account depleats!
Ok, but seriously? I'm totally stoked! I LOVE the fair!!! And I will go, cowboy hat perched on my head (because at Frontier Days everyone can be a cowboy!) to wander the midway with my friends, ride the rides until I'm so dizzy I have to sit down, and totally pig out on fair food! Sha-na-na!!!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
The Breafast Boys (Chance and Jon) on the Eagle, Trent on CKSW, and Chris and I decided to all wish Frank a Happy Birthday. He's famous in Swifty now. Haha!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Friday was Golden West Radio's Hot Dog Day at the station. It took a ton of organizing from everyone involved, but their hard work paid off and the steaming hot dogs were served up to hundreds of people. (I had two).
It was a glorious sunny day (I think I actually got some sun on my legs!) and everyone gathered in front of the station to socialize, visit, meet, greet, and generally gorge ourselves on free food. The dogs (from Treen Packers) were the best I've ever had, and the buns (from the Husky) were awsome too. Makes me anxious for next year's Hot Dog Day!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
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Monday, June 09, 2008
Now what? How do you give someone the slip? Especially after they've sent you a message saying how good it is to see/hear from you. The guilt of the situation sets in and suddenly you're stuck. Sure, you accepted their friend invitation in the first place, but let's be honest, it was just to see what kind of a loser they've turned into; how many times they've been divorsed, how many kids with how many fathers they have, and the collective number of pounds gained since you last saw them (secretly hoping that it's in the ballpark of 300). But now, NOW you're trapped. They believe things are fine. It would be fine if they just sat there quietly in their profile and left you alone, but no, they have to be pleasantly chatty, just making the guilt even worse.
By guaging how bad you feel right now for adding someone just to see how big of a failure they are now, you know that if you were to "accidentally" delete them from your friend list you'd feel exponentially worse! The other option is a thoughtful rejection message, but that's not a good choice either since they will see it as totally unprovoked and suddenly the tables will turn. Next thing you know, a couple of months down the road the guilt will be eating away at you so strongly that you'll want to look at their profile "just to see how they're doing", suddenly feeling caring and considerate. So you send them a friend request, but they don't accept because, let's face it, you were kind of a dick. Now you feel hurt but can't help but believe you got what was coming. Lose-lose.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
In a national survey of more than 900 teens with driver’s licenses from 26 high schools, teens rated the following behaviors or activities as “extremely” or “very” distracting:
Instant or text messaging while driving - 37 percent
[The teen driver’s] emotional state - 20 percent
Having several friends in the car - 19 percent
Talking on a cell phone 14 percent
Eating or drinking - 7 percent
Having a friend in the car - 5 percent
Listening to music - 4 percent
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
We bought hats at Empire and wanted a picture, but the pictures kept turning out ridiculous...this was the best one we got. haha!
After helping me decide what to plant and helping with the planting of the new flowerbed!
It was somewhat last minute when Vassy and I decided we needed to start a team for the Relay for Life. But we gathered together 10 awsome people from the radio stations, the Booster, and Southwest TV News and raised money for the Canadian Cancer Society. In total our team raised $2001! So thank you so much to everyone who donated!