Sunday, August 24, 2008

This Week in Stephanie

Good gawd, this was a busy week. 

Monday night I got my hair cut again - I went for a trim but got a cut, if you know what I mean. After my haircut, a certain blog slacker arrived for a last minute sleepover. Despite my best intentions, I didn't get to bed until midnight.

Tuesday night was KOL. I met up with one of the KOLers earlier so we could chat. 

Wednesday, I crawled out of bed at 6am to attend my company's charity golf tournament. No, I don't golf, silly. We have to work at the tournament. And we work hard*. But I did get to spend my day like this:

Company Golf Tournie

I sat at the 4th hole and explained the "closest to the prize" game that we had set up. It was our first year running that game so the person in charge of organizing the tournament volunteered me to work that tee. It was quite nice at the 4th hole, the sun was shining, there was a hawk flying in the air, the golfers were friendly and funny... and the icy cold wind which was blowing off the lake made me wish I had worn my long stripey socks.

I did a lot of schmoozing with the golfers who came through. They would pull up to the tee, see me sitting there, and would say,

"You're knitting?"

My reply (only to those I knew well) was, "Hey, I may be knitting, but you're golfing. I don't think either of us are in a position to criticize."

On Thursday, I again crawled out of bed at "arse crack o'clock" to drive to Blackville, NB with my coworker. We drove the 4.5 hours to Blackville for a 20th anniversary celebration. We stopped for coffee, but not for lunch, so by the time we were almost there, I was threatening to eat one of the porcupines who had dared to cross the highway (and hadn't made it). Now, I usually try to keep the blog and work quite separate, but I have a good reason for talking about this trip. When we arrived at our destination, this was waiting for us. This, right here, ladies and gents:

Best cake ever

is the best damn slab cake I've ever eaten in my life! It was marble cake with the creamiest, lightest frosting. It came from Patty Cakes in the Miramichi. If I ever meet the woman who made it, I'll kiss her right where she eats.

After about 4 pieces, my coworker looked at me and said, "Stephanie, I think you're going to have to drive."

I replied, "Why, Dave?"

Dave burped and said, "I've had too much cake."

heh heh. It was that good.

Dave did drive, despite the sugar high, which allowed me to snap pictures on the way home. This:

Wee person, BIG MOOSE

is a sure sign that we were in my home province of New Brunswick.

And this:

CUPW Sucks

is a disgruntled postal employee perhaps? (CUPW: Canadian Union of Postal Workers) Needless to say, we didn't tailgate him.

When we arrived home, 14 hours later, there was someone waiting to snuggle with me:

Nice to see at the end of a long day


He had actually arrived on Wednesday night, but he looked so cute on Thursday night when I got home.

Ok, ok, one more picture:


Whoop, did I mention that someone got sheared? Pippin spent so much time swimming in the ocean and the lake that his fur was well and properly matted. The groomer released him from his furry straight jacket, making it possible for you to see how fit he is from all that swimming. He has amazingly strong legs.

Who has a six pack? Who does? Who?

* I really don't want to minimize the amount of work that goes into the golf tournament: If you've ever organized an event like this then you understand that it doesn't all come together like magic. There are a thousand tiny details to manage both before the tournament and on the day of. By the time I got to sit down at the 4th hole we had already been at the course for 3 hours.


  1. Robin says "woof woof" and a "wolf whistle" to Pippin and his nakedness’.

  2. Anonymous9:55 p.m.

    hehe cup-w. Funny story.
    I worked at Canada Post for two years right after graduation. I heard a supervisor saying we weren't suppose to say "cup-w" cause a plant worker in Toronto complained because she thought it implied her bust size. teeeeehhhheeeeeteeehhheeee.



  3. I love the chin on the bed/floor that dogs do...soooo depressed...need snuggles....

  4. The New Brunswick moose crossing signs I saw while I was there are sooo much better than those in Ontario - here, it looks like the moose is struggling uphill in a strong headwind!

  5. Wait, were you a fellow reader of Tim Moerman's comic zine called "disgruntled postal worker"?

  6. Cake comas and knitting in golf carts. Sounds like you know how to have a good time!

  7. Thank you so much. We're glad from Patty Cakes that enjoy our cakes. My wife and her sister works at Patty Cakes. Patty Lewicki is the owner of Patty Cakes. And I Patrick, helps out at the shop. I'm lucky to say I'm married into the family. They are great people and really know how to make a cake. Thanks again.
    Hope to see to back in Miramichi.

    Patty Cakes