It is true! Your eyes do not deceive you, the Mad Moreeeny Woman is back! After taking a long hiatus I have decided to get back to writing my blog. Not that my life here in Halifax is that exciting that I absolutely must share it with the world, but I enjoy writing it and I am sure that I can drum up a few interesting events to share with you. I mean I somehow seem to have interesting things happen to me on a semi regular basis. To quote Papa Moreeeny "97% of my stories are true, the other 3% is artistic flare."
So first things first! Just to clear things up, I am going away again, so trust me this blog will get more interesting in time. It will be a few more months before I leave so until then I will regale you with tales of my exciting life in Halifax.
Happy New Ye
ar to all! I know it is a bit tardy, but sincere none the less. To start my new year I rung in 2011 at an awesome house party. It was one of the best house parties I have ever been to. Great decorations, great music, great people, drinks, dancing, costumes, what more could you ask for to ring in the new year. A great big thanks to Rachel for hosting the event, it was a sassy time for sure! Then on new years day I kicked the year off in true Canadian fashion with a good ol fashion Polar Bear Dip! Some of you might have been surprised, and to you I say "Hello, welcome to my blog. Obviously you have never met me before and are just reading this for the first time." It was my first time ever doing the polar bear dip, and it is a experience that I won't soon forget. One of my roommates (I now have 5 of those, for those who didn't know. It keeps things interesting) asked if I wanted to join him and a friend in doing the dip. I said that if I was awake by the time he left then, yes, I would be up for it. So sure enough I was awake and geared up to do the dip.
ar to all! I know it is a bit tardy, but sincere none the less. To start my new year I rung in 2011 at an awesome house party. It was one of the best house parties I have ever been to. Great decorations, great music, great people, drinks, dancing, costumes, what more could you ask for to ring in the new year. A great big thanks to Rachel for hosting the event, it was a sassy time for sure! Then on new years day I kicked the year off in true Canadian fashion with a good ol fashion Polar Bear Dip! Some of you might have been surprised, and to you I say "Hello, welcome to my blog. Obviously you have never met me before and are just reading this for the first time." It was my first time ever doing the polar bear dip, and it is a experience that I won't soon forget. One of my roommates (I now have 5 of those, for those who didn't know. It keeps things interesting) asked if I wanted to join him and a friend in doing the dip. I said that if I was awake by the time he left then, yes, I would be up for it. So sure enough I was awake and geared up to do the dip. We headed on down to Herring Cove to hobnob with the likes of Rick Mercer and Ron James and join the crowd for the 1
7th annual polar bear dip. I posted a link to the clip of this on my facebook. Check it out, it is hilarious! So, we signed up, got our free toque and waited for the piper to lead us to the water. Well one thing that we weren't expecting was that the dip would be done one at a time. We all thought it would be a run in run out type of shoreline thing. However it was not! They gave everyone a number and we were all to go in sequence one by one. Well sir, Tim was number 107 I was number 108 and John was number 109. We calculated an average of about 45 seconds to a minute per person meaning it was going to take waaaaaaaayyy to long for our turn. So we did the next logical thing. Drove down the road to a small body of water and acted like crazy people all on our own! Now, as expected in the life of Moreeeny things didn't go exactly as planned. Thank god I was just a witness to what was to occur. Tim (my roommate
e) was the first to jump at our own person polar bear dip. Since we weren't familiar with the body of water he didn't know how deep it was or if there were any rocks were under the dark water, so he decided to do a shallow dive into the water. He went in, jumped out and John jumped in next. I was about to make my way over to the rock to jump when I heard Tim say "Oh man, I think I cut myself." He turned to look at me and I noticed blood was running down the side of his face! His head was bleeding quite a bit, and at that point we weren't sure how bad he had actually cut himself. Turns out there was a sheet of ice on the water, so Tim looked like we threw him through a plate glass window when we were done. After a quick look it was concluded that he hadn't scalped himself (as originally thought) but there were several small cuts all over the top of his head. Then it was my turn! I crept up to the edge of the rock and looked at the ice floating in the water. I tried to jump but my body said, "yea right!" I stepped back, and for a second I didn't think I could do it. Then I just let myself fall into the water. In an instant I felt my whole body constrict, and for a split second I really thought my heart was going to stop. My next immediate thought was to get the hell out of there! I jumped out of the water, we scrambled back to the car and cranked the heat recalling the event all the way back to town and over breakfast. In the end and despite the bloodshed I am glad I did it! For pictures of the carnage check out my new years album on facebook.
7th annual polar bear dip. I posted a link to the clip of this on my facebook. Check it out, it is hilarious! So, we signed up, got our free toque and waited for the piper to lead us to the water. Well one thing that we weren't expecting was that the dip would be done one at a time. We all thought it would be a run in run out type of shoreline thing. However it was not! They gave everyone a number and we were all to go in sequence one by one. Well sir, Tim was number 107 I was number 108 and John was number 109. We calculated an average of about 45 seconds to a minute per person meaning it was going to take waaaaaaaayyy to long for our turn. So we did the next logical thing. Drove down the road to a small body of water and acted like crazy people all on our own! Now, as expected in the life of Moreeeny things didn't go exactly as planned. Thank god I was just a witness to what was to occur. Tim (my roommate
e) was the first to jump at our own person polar bear dip. Since we weren't familiar with the body of water he didn't know how deep it was or if there were any rocks were under the dark water, so he decided to do a shallow dive into the water. He went in, jumped out and John jumped in next. I was about to make my way over to the rock to jump when I heard Tim say "Oh man, I think I cut myself." He turned to look at me and I noticed blood was running down the side of his face! His head was bleeding quite a bit, and at that point we weren't sure how bad he had actually cut himself. Turns out there was a sheet of ice on the water, so Tim looked like we threw him through a plate glass window when we were done. After a quick look it was concluded that he hadn't scalped himself (as originally thought) but there were several small cuts all over the top of his head. Then it was my turn! I crept up to the edge of the rock and looked at the ice floating in the water. I tried to jump but my body said, "yea right!" I stepped back, and for a second I didn't think I could do it. Then I just let myself fall into the water. In an instant I felt my whole body constrict, and for a split second I really thought my heart was going to stop. My next immediate thought was to get the hell out of there! I jumped out of the water, we scrambled back to the car and cranked the heat recalling the event all the way back to town and over breakfast. In the end and despite the bloodshed I am glad I did it! For pictures of the carnage check out my new years album on facebook.Lastly I am going to leave you with a story that happened to me last week. This story has been plaguing my thoughts ever since because it is freakin hilarious! It is one of the funniest things that has happened to me in a while, and if you have talked to me since you have probably heard the story. I have been telling anyone who would listen, so here, for you as well.
After a long day of cooking in the kitchen at work I was walking home down Young Ave. I had decided to take the bus to the end of Quinpool and walk from there. I was almost to end of Young Ave. and I saw the bus coming up over the hill. Like any bus goer I started to run. I was sprinting like I was going for gold. I ran the rest of Young, and crossed the intersection at Inglis st. Just as I got across the road there was a woman standing right on the corner of Inglis and South Park. She was standing right on the edge and if I had of gone around her I would have had to go out on the road. She had a little pomeranian wearing a little tartan coat (the one in the picture is not the actual dog, but it gives you the idea) on one of th
ose damn retracable leashes. The dog was up on the grass on the other side of the sidewalk, stretching the leash all the way across the sidewalk, at about knee height for me. I had seen the woman cross the road as I was running, but assumed she would keep walking and not rope off the sidewalk with her rat, I mean dog. So in mid sprint I came to a hault, standing infront of the outstretched least. I looked up and the bus had pulled up to the stop and the bus driver was about to shut the door. In a split second I looked at the woman, who looked back at me with a look that said "ohhhh that little rascal (refering to the dog)" I returned with a look that said "Get f*@#ed lady, and move your rat!" I looked at the dog frolicking on the snow, I looked at the bus driver and then down at the leash. My quick assesment told me; I can't go on the road in traffic around this nutter, I can run up and around this dog, the leash is too high for me to jump over from a standing position. This left one option. I grabbed the leash and lifted it over my head and flipped it behind me. I did this, not remembering the leash was attached to the dog! As I hauled the leash up over my 5'10" body I saw this pomeranian's front legs lift from the ground, and it's eyes bulge from it's head in complete shock. As I glanced behind me in my final 50m sprint to the bus I saw the pissed woman rush to her recently choked dogs aid. She seemed a little miffed, but I am glad I made that bus. I wouldn't want to be stuck on the street with that woman after I slightly afixiated her precious little pom pom! That lady learned a valuable lesson that day. Never ever come between a public transit user and their transportation!
ose damn retracable leashes. The dog was up on the grass on the other side of the sidewalk, stretching the leash all the way across the sidewalk, at about knee height for me. I had seen the woman cross the road as I was running, but assumed she would keep walking and not rope off the sidewalk with her rat, I mean dog. So in mid sprint I came to a hault, standing infront of the outstretched least. I looked up and the bus had pulled up to the stop and the bus driver was about to shut the door. In a split second I looked at the woman, who looked back at me with a look that said "ohhhh that little rascal (refering to the dog)" I returned with a look that said "Get f*@#ed lady, and move your rat!" I looked at the dog frolicking on the snow, I looked at the bus driver and then down at the leash. My quick assesment told me; I can't go on the road in traffic around this nutter, I can run up and around this dog, the leash is too high for me to jump over from a standing position. This left one option. I grabbed the leash and lifted it over my head and flipped it behind me. I did this, not remembering the leash was attached to the dog! As I hauled the leash up over my 5'10" body I saw this pomeranian's front legs lift from the ground, and it's eyes bulge from it's head in complete shock. As I glanced behind me in my final 50m sprint to the bus I saw the pissed woman rush to her recently choked dogs aid. She seemed a little miffed, but I am glad I made that bus. I wouldn't want to be stuck on the street with that woman after I slightly afixiated her precious little pom pom! That lady learned a valuable lesson that day. Never ever come between a public transit user and their transportation!So there you go, a few stories to kick of the new year! As interesting things happen I will let you know. I am sure with a little artistic flare most anything can be interesting. I wish I could say "No animals were harmed in the making of this blog" but you and I now know that just isn't true. Enjoy the week!
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