One more month! AK! There's so much to do and so much that we aren't doing. Well... we're busy, but somehow just not getting everything that needs to get done done - is this life? C'est la vie? We've both spent some time on the golf course this week - so, er... we can check that off the list - Steve had a tee off time of 7:30am on Tuesday (groan), and I volunteered for Variety at a tourney on Tuesday and again yesterday. They were both pretty long days, full of schmoozing and the Variety schpeal. Tuesday I worked the hole-in-one contest: "You could win this faaabulous refrigerator!" This line was almost undoubtedly followed by a chucklechuckle, guffawguffaw followed by "Does it come full of beer?" chuckleguffaw. We had no winners. Yesterday I started at the beer hole - yes, we were popular girls giving away free beer - and then was moved to the slightly more low-key WATER hole. Man, was it ever boring! The highlight of my day (post beer hole) was when I was coerced into driving a ball and actually got the sucker all the way down the fairway! I am NOT a golfer and only know this golf lingo from a few summers of volunteering... but wow! It was exciting. Perhaps not so exciting as to rope me into spending hours and weekends on a golf course but ??
Anyways, I have to share this oh-so-typical conversation that I was having with the only other volunteers that stayed for dinner, Maureen and Kristen. There was this big piece of meat prime rib fanciness for dinner, and while we were waiting for dessert we got to talking desserts - typical, right? So we're sitting there, kind of waiting and wondering what it will be when Kristen says something to this effect: "I hope it's good. It better be good - if it's not I'm for SURE stopping at Sweet Tops." I had no idea what Sweet Tops was, but got the low-down: it sounds like the BEST ice cream ever (possibly the most caloric ever) - waffle cone full of the ice cream of your choice, rolled in peanuts, dipped in chocolate sauce and covered in caramel. Wow. Anyways, so that conversation set the dessert bar pretty high, and Kristen said, with a roll of the eyes and a heavy sigh (and seriously too), "It better not be cake." Me: "Ooh I looove cake!" Kristen: "Ya, but sometimes the icing you know, you never know - the icing can really ruin the cake." Me: "Yup, you're right, there's a lot of bad icing out there." This is the point at which we actually heard ourselves - and realized how intently and intensely we were talking about the ever so serious ever so important issue of dessert. Is it any surprise that the only man at the table was on the phone? It reminds me of a small misunderstanding a group of us had houseboating a few years ago in the Shuswap.
A group of ten of us - ten girlfriends - rented a houseboat and took to the waters with the sole intention of having a great time together. There were magazines, blankets, hot and cold drinks, hot and cold alcoholic beverages, and we were set for a great time - rain or shine. We were NOT interested in meeting guys (most of us were taken), or hanging out with guys or even seeing guys - this was a girls weekend and we were there to enjoy time together. SO! When Rae the Captain got a radio message from a group of dudes - university guys - asking if they could approach and tie up with our vessel, we all said NO! No thank you please leave us alone. The conversation continued as static to most of us until their captain said, "We've got cake." Well... done and done you are welcome to approach us with your cake - I'm not even kidding that this is what happened - and they were on our boat within five minutes. And within those first 10 seconds most of us - who were up on deck awaiting the cake - had asked about it and... the answer was this: "Cake? We don't have any cake - we have a keg." Talk about the ultimate disappoinment... And that was it. We were infiltrated and there was no cake. The moral of the story is that cake seriously trumps a keg... and women love cake. YUM!
And to finish on a complete tangent, if you haven't seen this commercial (none of these guys brought cake)... check it out. It's hilarious...
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I heard a talk about a Dr. that was talking about humour being the second best medicine (the 1st is of course medicine). A very small part of his talk was the difference in how many and women communicate.
Men go out of their way not to make eye contact and women seem to stare so deeply into each other's eyes you'd think they're reading each other's souls... Or something to that affect.
Anyway, the speaker said the first time he noticed real evidence of this was when he was with his wife at a cocktail party, and he saw her talking to another woman. They were staring intently into each other's eyes and h thought, "What have I done, I must be in real trouble!"
So he goes over to see what's going on and these women are locked in this extraordinarly deep conversation, and as he gets closer he hears one say, "So THAT'S when I add the mayonaise!"
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