You would think that buying a set of patio furniture should be a simple matter. In my case, you'd be wrong. It started out all right. I was browsing through a few newspaper flyers, when I came across the table and chair set that I decided to buy. So I made the 40 minute trip, out to the nearest Home Depot, in order to pick it up. As I was driving onto the store's parking lot, it suddenly occurred to me that even if I did intend to buy the set, there was no way that it was going to fit into my car to take home with me and the whole episode was all for nothing. So a few days later, I tried again. I borrowed a pickup truck and drove back out to Home Depot. About that time, I thought that perhaps before I make my purchase, I should have a quick look at Wal-Mart to see what was available there. Sure enough, I found a set that I liked better than the one at Home Depot. But once again, it was all for nothing, because Wal-Mart was about to close for the evening and I simply ran out of time. (I mistakenly thought they were open for one more hour.) Strike two. Then two days later, I was again able to borrow a pickup truck and take another trip to Wal-Mart. This time I knew exactly what I wanted. I arrived in plenty of time so the store wasn't about to close. Only one problem... they were sold out. No big deal. I kept my cool. I just thought I'd drive to another Wal-Mart location, about ten minutes away. They were sold out too. (Now I was starting to lose my cool.) The clerk offered to phone all of the other Wal-Mart locations in the city. The first one she tried was sold out, but we struck gold on the next call. The location clear across the city happened to have four sets left in stock. Off I went in search of the holy grail, uh... I mean "patio furniture set." Thirty minutes later, I finally did it. An entire week after my quest began, I had my patio set. I was even able to get it all set it up that same evening, and have a pizza party with my sister who helped me keep my cool throught this ordeal. (Thanks sis!) Now, I'm ready for summer. Bring it on!

I learned a new word yesterday: "Phoon." What exactly is a Phoon? I'm glad you asked. Phoon is John Darrow's made-up word to describe that certain cheesy pose that people occasionally do while having their picture taken. You know the one where the subject stands on one leg and leans forward as if they are running? Check out the Phoon website, for a better illustration as to the meaning of Phoon. And while you're there, click on the link for Countries > Canada > Manitoba. There you'll find a Phoon created by yours truly. It's titled "skating on gravel."

But I don't even speak French!!



I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king-a?!

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Speaking of birthdays... look who's six years old today. Happy birthday to Baylee, the best dang dawg in the entire world by a country mile!

Today is Larry Norman's 56th birthday. Happy birthday Larry! Keep on rockin' the free world (and the not-so-free world too.)

Thumbs up to Don Cherry for telling it like he sees it.

What is it with all the stupid punks (ie: teenage boys) and their stupid car stereos (ie: equipped with a subwoofer)? They have always been annoying, but I think the problem is increasing. Dudes... grab a clue. Putting a three thousand dollar, million mega-watt stereo into a ten year old, piece of junk Civic does not make you cool. And at least play some decent music for a change. Would it kill you to play some Tom Petty or something? When I'm in my house, with the windows closed, and I can hear the stereo of a car that is two blocks away, they should have the courtesy to play something that I like. The stuff they usually play, sounds like the next rendition of Vanilla Ice. Dudes... Vanilla Ice was never cool, and the junk you're listening to is pretty much the exact same crap. Anyone that has a car stereo that can be heard from more than two blocks away, is an idiot. And that is final.

Woo hoo, I can't believe it! I am officially one-for-one in playing "RRRoll Up the Rim to Win" at Tim Hortons. Yes, it is true... yesterday I bought a medium coffee, then I r-r-rolled up the rim to reveal that I had won a free donut! Some people might say that this is no big deal, especially considering that there are over 23 million prizes to be won and basically everybody wins something. Well it may not be a big deal to you, but it's a huge deal to me. I think I am cursed when it comes to this contest. I never win. Last year, I think I was approximately 0-for-30 so, for me to be one-for-one is kind of like winning the lottery. In fact, that's not a half bad idea... I think I should go out and buy a lottery ticket today. I'm on a r-r-roll, baby! Woo hoo!

Today at work, I looked out the window and saw the coolest thing I've ever seen. There was a guy walking down the street, wearing a dark blue suit, a baseball cap, and rubber boots!! I had to look twice to make sure that I wasn't just seeing things, but it was totally for real. The pant-legs of his suit were neatly tucked into the rubber boots. I can only hope that someday I will lose enough marbles that I might actually have the confidence to wear an outfit like that! Dang that was cool.