Congradulations, gratuates!

I had the idea for this post a while ago, but didn't want to write it until after I wrote my 200th. And then after that happened I just didn't feel like blogging for a while.

But the last couple days I've had that familiar nagging feeling in the back of my head telling me it's time for me to write again. So here I am! And here you are! (hopefully)

This post is about another of my pet peeves. For some reason I love ranting to you guys, so I apologize if you get fed up with all the beefs I have with this world. Alright, here is my beef:

I hate it when people don't know how to spell things. But specifically, I hate it when people think congratulations is spelled with a d so it looks like congradulations instead. I really can't blame people themselves for making this mistake, I blame the greeting card companies! (yes, you, Hallmark!)

See? This is perfectly appropriate.

No. Wrong. Weddings are not a call for Congradulation.

I don't know when this started, but somebody thought they would be clever when their kid graduated so they gave them a card that said "congradulations!" instead of "congratulations!". And you know, when used in the context of a graduation, spelling it with a d is perfectly fine because it's cute. But I can't tell you how many people signed the guest book at my wedding and wished me congradulations on my marriage.

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe the people who wished me congradulations view marriage as a type of graduation. I still don't like it though. I'm probably going to get tons of congradulations when I get pregnant too and then again when we buy our first house. I suppose you can view all of these things as a type of graduation into a new phase of life, but it's still stupid. It's going to make my real graduation all the less exciting because being congradulated by someone won't be such a novelty thanks to all the unnecessary congradulations I've already received for the non-graduation occasions of my life.

*Sigh* Wrong on so many levels. 

Good times

You know, in the past I've had a bad habit of breaking my promises to you. A lot of times I promise to "post pictures soon!" or if I've got something happening I'll "tell you all about it tomorrow!" But a lot of times I don't. Either I don't end up taking pictures of said event or I'm so pooped from doing whatever I was doing that I couldn't possibly get around to telling you all about it.

I've decided it's time for me to change my ways. I promised to tell you how my Canada Day turned out and dangit, I'm gonna do it!

Yesterday was great. It was hot. It was fun.

As I told you, I was going to be in the GP Canada Day parade with the rugby club. So in the morning we got together to decorate our float. I ended up being made float captain and was put in charge of decorating the thing. It turned out pretty good! I had a truck; 102 pink and white balloons; pink, green and white streamers; 4 mini bill boards from our sponsors; and a pack of green paper plates. I used my very best Macgyver skills and came up with a pretty sweet float for us. Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of the finished product, but trust me, it looked great.

It was a hot, hot day out so by the time we were finished the parade I was ready to take my clothes off and jump into the first body of water I saw. Lucky for everyone, I am too self conscious to go streaking in public, so I waited until I got home to strip down and take a nice, cool shower.

The original plan was for me to go out to some of the festivities with my housemates when the parade was over, but I was too darn hot so I cooled down at home instead.

It was still a great day though! I got to hang out with some good folks and have some fun in the sun. I even got some tan lines going and this time I have a picture to prove it!

Wahoo! Look at me go!

Happy Canada Day!

This video has become a tradition here at the blog...

Happy Canada Day everyone! I'm gonna be in the parade with the rugby team today and then I'll enjoy the festivities with my housemates at the park. I'll tell you all aboot it tomorrow, eh!