Bring On Twenty-O-Seven

First things first, its Twenty-O-Seven, not two-thousand and seven. I doubt at the turn of the last century anyone said, one thousand nine hundred and seven. WHY? Because it just sounds stupid. This was brought to my attention by Trent up in the old edmonchuck, and well, it was one of the first sober things i have heard from him, and dammit, it just makes sense. So I would appreciate it, if everyone would begin to correct all of your so-called friends who are disrespecting you by using the obviously ridonqulous two thousand and seven.

A few other questions and observations that were brought to my attention over the holidays include. Wendy's square patties, whats up?: Casey, Boy? Girl? or Finnigans bitch?: Cream Soda? or Tahiti Treat?: Whats up with the Lotto? All you have to do is pick 6 fucking numbers already, its not rocket science: And finally, who said your whole life couldnt be changed by simply removing one chair from your living room.

Ok, now on a more personal note, lets talk about what happened and what did not happen over the holidays. What happened. Since my last blog, I have been to Edmonton a few times. I drove Jenny up to see her mumzy and dadski. At which time I got to see the infamous Dickens town, something which was pretty awesome, as I love Essentricity (not sure how to spell that, or for that matter whether it is a word or not). Kelly came down to C-town to join me at the Oilers Vs Flames game on New Years Eve. We had a pretty relaxed time. Leigh was also in town for NYE, so she came to church with Kelly and I, after which I treated the both of them to TubbyDog (not what your thinking). New Years Day it was off to Edmonton to drop Kelly off, and to hang with Shauna. Shauna and I enjoyed a few days of organizational bliss - as twenty-O-seven is the year of organization. We also enjoyed a couple awesome games of darts, Shauna came in a predictable but close second. However, I also heard that after I left Edmonton she challenged a few local boys to some full contacts darts, and she came out victorious BULLS AND ALL. We also enjoyed some waffles - but I am not too sure if the recipe was right or not - so to all you waffle makers out there, does 2/3 cup of oil sound like an appropriate portion, or should that have been 2/3 of a tablespoon or something? Please let me know as my belly was a little bigger than normal that evening. Oh yes, and I also got to see Suki, who is six months pregnant and expecting in April. And believe it or not, she hasnt even bought a thing for the baby. Her words "Lots of time, it will only take a couple days to get all that stuff" AWESOME.

K. What didnt happen over the Holidays. Ok, well I should tell you that Twenty-O-Seven is the year of looking forward and not dwelling on the What Didn't happen, so fuck what didnt happens.

Heres to Twenty-O-Seven. Its gonna be a good one.

Nooman out