Sensitivity

Nikki: Yeah, that guy was huge.

Dani: Yeah. And his girlfriend was kinda hefty.

Nikki: Dani!! That's not very nice. It's not like she was a cow!

Crazy Edmonton Weather

Things I have learned about Edmonton weather:

• Don't laugh at the "No parking: Snow route" sign when you are parking because the weather has been in the plus twenties lately. Surely, you will wake up to your car buried in two feet of snow the next day. (True story.)
• If it's sunny in the morning, there is probably more of a chance that you will get rained on later in the day than if it is rainy in the morning.
• 'Tornado warning' in Edmonton does not mean a huge F4 or F5 tornado like one in Kansas or Oklahoma is coming. It means 'funnel cloud might touch down in a farmer's field and whip up some corn'.
• You CAN play softball an hour after a severe thunderstorm and heavy rain and flooding so bad in one part of the city that it went over the hoods of cars.
• If it's raining and thunderstorming in one end of the city, it's probably nice and sunny in the opposite part.
• My car can stand up to hail a lot better than I thought it could.
• Apparently one time it snowed at least once during every single month of the year here.
• The day you don't bring your umbrella to work is the day you will get caught in heavy rain.
• It's a very strange feeling to be slipping on ice from large hail stones when it is +20 outside.

Yesterday Nikki and I witnessed a hail storm from her apartment. Here are some pics I took with my cell phone:

Please note the cute neon in the distance, bravely braving the weather.

Hail gathered under a tree.

How big the hailstones were.

Here are some other pictures I have randomly taken around Edmonton with my cell phone of the whacky weather:

Just getting onto the Whitemud from 159th street. My first attempt at tornado chasing.

I love this picture except for my stupid day pass at Elk Island ruining it in the reflection.

For a storm lover such as myself, I have to say...I totally moved to the right city.

Metaphors, milk and mushy. Mmmmm.

Me: I need to get an oil change.


Nikki: ...is that supposed to be a metaphor?


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Lorraine: I want a muffin. And a glass of milk.


Nikki: What are you, five?


Lorraine: What are you, NOT five?


Nikki: What?


Lorraine: It's the best I could come up with on short notice.
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*Lorraine and Nikki are listening to music on Nikki's ipod in her car*

Lorraine: Did that guy just sing 'I am a mushy!?'

Nikki: NO, he said 'I am a machine'

Lorraine: Ohhhhhhh.

*Machine line is sung again and Nikki starts giggling*

Lorraine: You TOTALLY heard 'I am a mushy' that time didn't you!

Key Calamity

First of all, I'd like to acknolwedge how crappy it was of me to send a note out to everyone saying "Hey, I'm blogging again, check back often!" and then proceed to not post anything new. I think I kinda scare myself every time I do that. You know. Because that means people might actually be reading this.

I seem to be having bad luck with keys today.

I was so proud of myself for getting up early (by early, I mean on time, which really is early for me). I went to leave the house when I realized, as usual, I had forgotten my car keys downstairs in my room. The weird thing is, they weren't in my room. Or in my purse, which I tore apart, or in my jacket pockets. Or in the tv room. Or on the kitchen counters. Or in the upstairs hallway. (You get the point.) I'm starting to snicker at the irony that the one day I am actually early/on time, I'm going to be late because I can't find my car keys. So I finally give in and grab the spare set, which I don't like because the lock remote doesn't work (I know, spoiled). Halfway to work, I remember; yesterday I had softball and was wearing my rain jacket. Guaranteed they are in that pocket.

I feel a bit better pulling in to work. Until I get up the elevators to the electronically locked door. I hold my purse up to activate my keycard (because I am too lazy to take it out at the time, and it still reads it) but the little red light doesn't turn green. You've gotta be kidding me.

In my search for my car keys, I took my keycard out of my purse because it has little keys attached to it that fool me into thinking it is my car keys. Evidentally, I forgot to put it back in.

Funny how losing one set of keys can cause you to lose another.

I also walked into the corner of the open metal drawer of my desk.

It's 9:00 a.m. Can't WAIT to see how the rest of the day will go.

*AFTER PUBLISHING NOTE: I asked for an extra keycard from our admin. It was when she brought it to me that I realized my keycard was already hooked on my beltloop, and not in my purse. I didn't forget it at home, I forgot I was wearing it!! That's the LAST TIME I'm going to get up early for work!!!!