Are we sure *today* wasn't Friday the 13th?

I was running an hour late this morning.  No different than every single other morning (because mornings are assholes), but still, it sucks. 

When I finally got going, I tried to drive to the bus station with a frosty windshield and summer tires (becasue I've been to lazy/cheap to get the winter tires switched). 

Despite the impending snow storm, I finally got to the bus station.  And immediately proceeded to fall UP the stairs.  IN FRONT OF PEOPLE.  

I picked my ass up off the floor, just in time to see my bus pulling away.  So I took off up another set of stairs to run - and I mean RUN - across the pedestrian overpass to catch the bus at the next stop. 

Note:  Running when you've not done any cardio activity in several months is a problem. 

But I made it!  I basically suffocated, but I made it. 

Unfortunately, I then spent what felt like 20 minutes trying to dig my bus tickets out of my coat pocket while the bus driver sat there and stared at me.  And so did everyone else.  He wouldn't drive until I handed them over.  He just sat there.  What did he think? I was pretending? 

I found the damn things and apologized.  He seemed to perk up, and expressed his concern that bus tickets are a pain in the ass for everyone.  Including him.

The bus started moving and I made my way to my seat.  And then I began to DIE.  It was 150 degrees in there and the heat was blowing RIGHT ON ME.  Plus I was all hot and bothered from running a mile at top speed. 

It took another 20 minutes to get my coat, scarf, and gloves off, to blow my cold runny nose, and to situate my kickass new iPod and kickass iPhone within reach. 

Sigh. 

And then this. 

And then all of a sudden all was right in the world again.

Fucking r-tards.  Don't ring the bell until your stop comes.  And if you ring it early, you better damn well get off at the next stop if nobody else does because if you make my bus stop moving for no effing reason I WILL kill you.  Amateurs. 

Crazy neighbours, shoveling, and other cheesy things

It's my week over at Cheesy Bloggers.  It's my week every third week, actually.  And if you're not already following me (and my genius friends Ms Sarcasm and Ang) at our WICKED ASS bloggy site, you are missing out on some seriously cheesy/hilarious stuff.

Simply because I love you, and I want you to partake in the pure hilarity that happens over there on a daily basis, here is my post from this week. 

But I insist that you go check out Cheesy Bloggers.  Because it's cheesy.  Enough said. 

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I hope you don't have a special shoveling method.

Who has a crazy neighbour?

I do! I do!

Actually, most of my neighbours are nice, some are even super fun, but there are inevitable quirks that show up from time to time. Obsessive compulsive quirks, for example.

Last week we got a shit-ton of snow. Not as much as we're used to up here in the Great White North, but still. It all came at once. In one giant dumping on Thursday morning. The whole sky was white with big fluffy flakes falling at a rapid pace. I thought it was nuclear winter.

Anyway, it was falling so fast that there was really no point in shovelling it. Unless you're crazy.

I was getting ready for work and I pointed out to Hubby the funny neighbour across the street, shovelling away. Only, the whole driveway was already covered in another layer of snow by the time she got to the end.

And of course I thought this was HILARIOUS.

But then Hubby made it even funnier.

Hubby: "Oh my god. No. Keep watching. Watch what she does."

Me: "Really? What?"

Hubby: "Just watch."

And I watched, from behind the bedroom curtain my window, while nutbar across the street finished the end of her driveway. AND THEN STARTED OVER AGAIN.

She just started at the top.   Again.

Me: "No!"

Hubby: "She does that all the time! Watch! She even has a special method."

Yep. She sure did. She first shovelled down a layer, and then over. And then down, and over. And so on, until the whole giant driveway was RE-shoveled. Which was clearly the funniest thing I'd seen in weeks. So I obviously ran downstairs to take a picture. Obviously.

I love my neighbours. But man, sometimes people are nuts.

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Have you got a crazy neighbour story? Email it to CheesyBloggers@gmail.com  and I'll post it for all of us to enjoy. Also, please check out this week's Spreadable Cheese. It's totally worth it. I'm super clever and I found some funny stuff for y'all to look at. So go ahead. Now is good. Go!