– Since the keywords portion of my last post got a lot of comments I figured I would share another random keyword: “Aged boobs.” I can only assume they stumbled upon Just a Trace because of this post where I discussed my shrinking boobs. I mean, other than that, I’ve never really mentioned boobs on the blog.
– Mark and I went to Dairy Queen last week (shhhh I’m on a wedding diet…) because the confetti cake blizzard was calling my name. While waiting in line, I was perusing the ice cream cake options and noticed you could still order a Lizzie McGuire cake. Seriously, Hilary Duff is like in her mid twenties now and has a child and Lizzie McGuire stopped generating new episodes in 2004. (Yes, I did my research on this one…)
– Riding the bus has provided me with some good WTF moments (Proof: here and here and here). Last week, I was minding my business, listening to some City + Colour on my iPhone with my Beats by Dre headphones on. A man decided to get up and move to the doors as he was getting off at the next stop. Well, it seems this man was not well versed at walking on a moving vehicle. He immediately lost his balance and in an attempt to grab the pole to steady himself, missed (apparently he does not have good depth perception either) and bashed me in the head. He bashed me in the head so hard my $200 headphones flew off my head and landed on the floor. He quietly apologized and ran off the bus, while I tried to figure out what exactly had just happened.
– I was walking down an escalator at lunch when a business man started walking down as well, only he decided halfway down that he actually wanted to back up. Instead of riding the escalator down and then taking the escalator directly beside it back up, he decided to turn around and start running up the down escalator, while humming the Mario Bros. theme song. Impressively, he made it back to the top.
– On the weekend, Mark and I went to the Tulip Festival happening here in Ottawa and we brought our dog, Winston. We have no kids so Winston gets a lot of attention and gets to be in a lot of pictures. I was taking a picture of Mark and Winston in front of a tulip bed because last year when Winston was a puppy we took the same picture. We thought it would be cute to compare the two pictures to see how much he has grown in the last year. After taking the picture, we turn to see a man (or woman, I am still not 100% sure the sex of this person) staring at us. This person was one of those people that invades your personal space by standing a little too close. He starts rambling, “Well this is too funny. Usually you see people taking pictures of their kids, not their pooch, but you’re taking a picture of your pooch.” He repeated variations of the same phrase a few times and then lingered way too long. It was completely awkward. I wanted to respond with “Sir (or Ma’am) you’re wearing a t-shirt from Northern Getaway with wolves on it. Why are you judging me for my life choices?” Instead, I just smiled and walked away from the awkwardness. Oh, and for the record, the picture turned out pretty cool: