We're back from Vancouver, eh?
Hi, all! The entry about our trip to Canada is up, with a bonus photo gallery! Thanks, as always, for reading! Hope everyone had/is having a wonderful holiday.
Friday, December 30, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
Innocent conversation gone horribly awry.
Myself and a gentleman in my group were the first to arrive in the conference room for our daily morning start-up meeting. As we settled in we made light conversation, waiting for the others to arrive.
Him (peeling a clementine): "I love these things."
Me: "Oh, I know, I could eat ten of them in a sitting. Are they in season right now? They're all over the place."
Him: "I think they are. I know that they sell blueberries aggressively when they're in season, so it's probably the same for these."
Me: "Mmm, blueberries. There used to be some blueberry bushes near my grandmother's house."
Him: "Fresh ones are the best. I eat whole pints at a time."
Me: "Grandma and I used to go out and pick blueberries right before she cooked them in something."
Him: "Fresh blueberry pie is wonderful, hot from the oven with vanilla ice cream."
Me: "Yep. Gram and I would pick 'em, and it'd be like, two hours from bush to pie."
At which point he gave me a strained look and then started cracking up. I blinked for a second, and then fully realized the words that had just come out of my mouth. Obviously I can't be trusted to hold up my end of even the most innocuous conversation.
Him (peeling a clementine): "I love these things."
Me: "Oh, I know, I could eat ten of them in a sitting. Are they in season right now? They're all over the place."
Him: "I think they are. I know that they sell blueberries aggressively when they're in season, so it's probably the same for these."
Me: "Mmm, blueberries. There used to be some blueberry bushes near my grandmother's house."
Him: "Fresh ones are the best. I eat whole pints at a time."
Me: "Grandma and I used to go out and pick blueberries right before she cooked them in something."
Him: "Fresh blueberry pie is wonderful, hot from the oven with vanilla ice cream."
Me: "Yep. Gram and I would pick 'em, and it'd be like, two hours from bush to pie."
At which point he gave me a strained look and then started cracking up. I blinked for a second, and then fully realized the words that had just come out of my mouth. Obviously I can't be trusted to hold up my end of even the most innocuous conversation.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Monday, December 12, 2005
Picture Heavy Goodness
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Phew!
You Passed 8th Grade Science |
 Congratulations, you got 7/8 correct! |
Yoinked from Heather
Your Christmas is Most Like: A Very Brady Christmas |
 For you, it's all about sharing times with family. Even if you all get a bit cheesy at times. |
Saturday, December 03, 2005
How could I forget?
For some reason, until I dug it out and listened to it again tonight, I somehow forgot just how perfect the soundtrack to Serendipity is.
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