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Your result for Which Rat Pack Member Are You? Test...
You're the brains of the operation. While the jokers joke and the japers jape, you sit back and plot your next smooth move. As reliable as a Swiss watch, you're not given to flights of fancy. Some may criticize you for not spending more time dancing with the monkeys of life, but you know those monkeys don't dance so hot when you're not keeping time on the drum.
Your result for The Motorcycle Personality Test...
You scored 12 moxie, 10 zeal, and 8 pomp!
Your bike is the Ducati 996. Sex on wheels.
I finally managed to visit the barber shop today. I like my barber shop. Frank has owned the shop for almost 30 years. He moved to Canada from Italy in the sixties and set his shop up here on the western end of Lake Ontario and watched a town grow up around him. He has a strong Italian accent but he's easy to understand and he'll chat if you want. He has four other full-time barbers that work with him and I've never had to queue for a haircut.
Today, all the barbers were there with only one other client. Most of them were watching a soccer game on the T.V. and commenting on the game. One of the barbers, Luigi got off his chair and offered it to me with his usual big smile. Luigi is the oldest and his accent is even thicker. He speaks English well enough to carry on a conversation and to cut hair. He was snipping away when his cellphone rang. He chatted in Italian and then apologised when he hung up.
"No worries, I'm in no rush".
He explained that it's his grandson's birthday and also his wedding anniversary. His 51st wedding anniversary!!
"You've been married 51 years? Geez, you get less than that for murder!"
"That's what I always say to her!", he laughed. "We've been with each other 53 years, and I have a son who's 53 years old. I was twenty and she was eighteen when we had him."
"So it's your wedding anniversary and you come in to work between Christmas and New Year?"
"What am I gonna do?", he retorted with his usual flourish.
"I dunno - maybe take her to a restaurant. You like Italian?", I asked with a grin.
"She makes the best and she loves to cook, so why go anywhere?"
He finished the cut but I could tell he still wanted to chat, so he got the clippers out for another few final adjustments. Then he lathered around my ears and neck and got out the straight razor. he shaved one side when his phone rang again. This time, he disappeared into the staff room to finish the call. He came back after a couple of minutes and continued shaving the other side.
"You know, we still fight", he said with a grin, followed by a curious, wistful look.
"So how old is your grandson today?"
"Twenty-three!"
"Blimey! You may be a great-grandfather soon!"
"I should be already many years if they were more like me", he quipped with a grin.
Another proper haircut from a proper barber - none of these unisex haircutters for me. I thanked him and wished them all a Happy New Year and left the shop.
I hope I'm still having make up sex when I'm 73...
layer one:
Spell your name with bands/artists
S - Snow Patrol
T - The Tragically Hip
E - Eels
V - Van Halen
E - Electric Light Orchestra
layer two:
- name: Steve, duh!
- birth date: 24 May. Gemini
- nicknames: Spike, Spiker, Hey you!
- current location: The Great White North
- eye color: Kaleidescope - mostly blue
- hair color: Brown
- righty or lefty: Righty
- best friend[s]: all over the world
layer three:
- the shoes you wore today: My favourite chukka boots
- your perfect pizza: roasted vegetables and pesto
- the last time you cried: Tuesday, but it was dark so no one noticed.
layer four:
- your best physical feature: left ear
- most missed memory: it's missing so how can I remember? WTF?
layer five:
- pepsi or coke: no thanks.
- mcdonald's or burger king: no thanks.
- adidas or nike: adidas
- lipton ice tea or nestea: proper tea, brewed in a pot.
- chocolate or vanilla: meh
- cappuccino or coffee: proper tea, brewed in a pot.
layer six:
- curse: bollocks!
- do you sing: yes, lots.
- take a shower everyday: yep, sometimes twice
- do you think you have been in love: Yes.
- want to go to college: not as a student.
- get motion sickness: rarely
- think you're a health freak: Perhaps a little.
- get along with your parents: Yes.
- play an instrument: Spoons
layer seven:
in the past three months..
- gone to the mall: Yes
- eaten an entire box of oreos: No.
- eaten Sushi: Yes. I load it up with the ginger and hot green stuff.
- been on stage: No
- gone skating: Tuesday, on an outdoor rink looking at the waves crashing on the shore of Lake Ontario.
- made homemade cookies: Yes.
- stolen anything: No.
layer eight:
have you ever..
- gotten in big trouble with your parents: Of course
- used a fake id: Nope.
layer nine:
- age you hope to be married: Good grief
- number of children: Four - found out what caused it and put a stop to it!
layer ten:
in a girl
- Best eye color: periwinkle
- best hair color: whatever
- short hair or long hair: I like a short-haired girl who sometimes wears it twice as long.
layer eleven:
- number of people I could trust with my life?: dozens
- number of cds you own: about 25
- number of piercings: 0
- number of tattoos: 1
layer twelve:
- the one place you never want to go back to: Winnipeg
- the one place where you want to die: Peacefully, in my sleep, like my grandfather. Not screaming in terror, like his passengers.
- the one feeling you have never felt: utter despair
- the one person you would like to meet: ma petite ange!
Announcements
Church Minders - your new schedules are available in the Narthex this morning. Please pick up your copy and help us to save on postage - Thank you!
Pies of all types from the Ladies' Guild are available in the parish hall after the service. Or, you can reserve your pie by calling Richard Foster @ 869-9574. Special thanks to Richard and the other ladies for their delicious meat and vegetarian pies.
Parishioners are asked not to block the parish hall vestibule with boxes of items for Christmas market. Such items can be left in the drawing room, but please ensure these items do not block the doorway to the scullery - Thank you!
Mrs Swithens has lost the rubber end to her walking stick again. This is of special concern with winter fast approaching. Parishioners are asked to look for it and if found, return it to one of the vergers.
Many thanks for the many suggestions left in the suggestion box over the past week. All will be given serious consideration. The suggestion box is located in the Narthex and will be emptied every Monday evening after vespers. Children are reminded not to deposit their sweet wrappers in it!
Work this time! :/
So we drive into the Tesco carpark and immediately head to the "parents with toddlers" spaces coz we have the kids with us. Unfortunately, the last space is taken, just as we approach, and I swing the car around to try to find another space. As we pass, Jo notices that two women get out of the car, but no children at all.
"That bitch just took the last 'parent with toddlers' space without any kids", she growls. "I'll have her!"
We get into the store, get a trolley and head for the produce section. By now, I had already forgotten the parking incident. Jo hadn't. She finds her prey, examining tomatoes, and walks straight up to her, leaving me and my 12 year-old step-daughter with the baby. "I noticed that you took the last toddler space and you have no children. I think that's really wrong!"
The woman reels around. "I just lost my father last week and me and my mother have just come to do a bit of food shopping and I wanted to get a space that was close", she explains.
Jo retorts, "That's no excuse. Those spaces are intended for people with kids - it's a safety issue! I'm sorry about your father but you shouldn't use that as an excuse!" Sheri and I carry on with getting the vegetables as Jo's altercation runs its course and dies down. The woman and her mother, both red-faced, skip the produce section quickly and head towards the aisles.
We carry on shopping and the incident is soon forgotten again - at least by me. Later on, we enter the tinned soups and vegetables aisle and, at the opposite end, approaching us slowly are the two women. I'm unaware of the two until I notice Jo's shoulders stiffen. We continue to approach on our unavoidable course and Jo's getting progressively more tense until we meet the pair in the middle of the aisle in silence and pass each other. Just as I was feeling a sense of relief I hear Jo blurt in her angry CAPSLOCK voice, "DON'T YOU RAISE YOUR EYEBROWS AT ME!"
Sheri and I start examining tins of soup looking for a way out, as Jo launches into another tirade at the woman, who really should have known better after her previous experience with Jo in full battle regalia. It all descends into a verbal fray with Jo getting the upper hand and nervous shoppers and store staff avoiding the aisle altogether. Eventually the woman and her mother beat a hasty retreat and head straight to the checkout as we carried on our shopping - Jo would never be seen to give ground and leave.
"Didn't you want to get your say in?" she asks me with her typical quizzical glare.
"Nah, I could see that you had everything under control, Luv, and I didn't want to break your stride."
If you must park your breakfast in the staff washrooms, please ensure you leave the extractor fan running when you leave.
I went into the upstairs gent’s this morning and walked straight into an air biscuit – it was putrid! And so avoidable FFS!
