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Five Random Stories


I took a little blog break this week as I have been busy with packing stuff and haven’t been up to anything exciting. Unless you consider packing exciting, which I do not.

I take back everything I said before about packing. It sucks. I didn’t mind it at first because I was mainly packing big stuff and I was finding a bunch of random fun things I forgot I owned in the process. But now I have moved onto the little annoying things and it is not fun. Not fun at all.

I was sitting at my computer thinking “What can I talk about?!” when I remembered. Cinnamon from Eat, Pray, Tri passed on the One Lovely Blog Award to me the other day, where you are required to share seven random facts about yourself.

Lucky for me (and for you guys), I have no shortage of random facts about myself. But I think mine are more mini stories instead of “facts”. Either way, here we go!

Random fact #1 – My Makeshift Tree Fort

When I was growing up, the thing I wanted most in the world, besides a Barbie Power Wheels jeep (and everything else listed in that post), was a tree fort. I was so jealous of all my friends who had free forts, and although I had fun playing in theirs, I really wanted one of my own. I begged my Dad to build me one, but he never got around to it.

So when I was 12, I gave up on my Dad building me a tree fort, and I decided to take matters into my own hands. I roped my neighbour Gineen (who was also a member of my babysitting club) into helping me. We spent a couple weeks making a pretty sweet tree fort attached to the back of my shed. We were so proud of it, and we hung out in it every chance we got.

It needs to be said though, that it was the most dangerous fort of all time. It was about 10 feet off the ground, made out of scrap wood, and the main platform was an old flimsy ping-pong table board that I had found. It was definitely on a dangerous angle. I never should have even been allowed in that thing, but thankfully there was never an incident. And surprisingly, it never fell down. It remained there until we moved when I was 19.

Ironically, it was an actual legitimate tree fort, probably made by an adult, that I fell out of and broke my face.

Random Fact #2 – Girl Talk

My friends and I used to love playing the board game Girl Talk in elementary school.


If you are unfamiliar with the game, you had to draw task cards that had either a truth or a dare on them, and if you refused to do the task, or if you lied on a truth, you had to put a big red zit sticker on your face (unattractive).

One time we were playing, and I drew a dare card. The card’s task was to go to your neighbour’s house and ask to borrow a roll of toilet paper. I was soo embarrassed to do this, but I didn’t want to wear a zit sticker. So I convinced my friends to let me modify the task so that I could borrow something less embarrassing, like say, a quart of milk. They agreed.

So while my friends hid in the bushes and giggled, I knocked on my neighbour’s door (they were an elderly couple, and it needs to be noted that we were not close with these neighbours) and asked if I could borrow a quart of milk. I told them my mom needed it because we ran out. They were surprised, as we had never borrowed anything from them before, but let me have the milk, and I brought it home and put it in the fridge. And no zit sticker for me! Hurrah.

When my mom got home later that day, she saw the extra milk in the fridge and immediately asked where it came from. I told her the story, and for some reason that I couldn’t understand at the time, she was so angry that I had asked to borrow milk from the neighbours. She marched me back over there, and stood behind me while I again knocked on the door, explained it was a prank, apologized, and returned the milk. It was so embarrassing. I would have preferred the zit sticker.

Random Fact #3 – Elvis Stojko

When I was 13, my friend Melissa (the one who I accidentally blew across the lake with) and I were staying with my great aunt and uncle for a few days a couple hours away from us. They happened to live near the arena where all the Canadian figure skaters practiced, so my uncle, being awesome, decided to take us over to the arena to watch them.

It was my dream to see Kristi Yamaguchi (because I used to pretend I WAS her, if you remember).

Kristi is American though, and sadly wasn’t there. But Elvis Stojko sure was! He was sitting near Melissa and I in the arena, so we had really loud conversations about really cool topics so that he would overhear us and think we were awesome.

We ended up meeting him and getting his autograph on postcards of him. We were absolutely starstruck. We thought he was the most handsome male figure skater of all time (sorry Kurt Browning), and we both immediately developed HUGE crushes on him.


We were OBSESSED. So what if he was over 10 years older than us? Obviously one of us was going to marry him. That night we went through every newspaper we could find and cut out every article that had a picture of Elvis Stojko so that we could each make a collage of his face.

This was fun at first, but led to a huge fight over who got to keep the articles with the best pictures. Upon returning from my aunt and uncle’s, Melissa and I didn’t talk for a week. I was so pissed. It was MY uncle who took us to meet Elvis Stojko, how DARE she steal my newspaper articles about him.

We eventually made up and agreed we were being silly, and are fine now. And Elvis Stojko will always hold a special place in my heart.

Random Fact #4 – My Crappy Day

One time I was literally crapped on three times in the same day.

The first time, I was just standing in my friend Melissa’s yard when I felt something drop onto my head. I reached up and touched my hair. Bird crap.

Melissa’s mom was all “Getting crapped on by a bird is so lucky! You will have good luck for the rest of the day!”

Great! But I didn’t want to leave the crap there, obviously, so I biked home, washed my hair, changed clothes, biked back to Melissa’s house.

A couple hours later, we were still hanging out in her yard, when I felt something land on my shoulder. I reached over and felt it… Effing bird crap again! Melissa and her mom died laughing. And they were all “How did this happen twice in the same day? That must be REALLY lucky!”

So I biked home, changed clothes, biked back to Melissa’s house.

When I got back, we decided to go over to our friend Lisa’s. We wanted to jump on her trampoline, but the padding on the side had been taken off and was lying on the ground. We had just finished putting it back on when I smelled a terrible, terrible stench coming from myself.

I looked down at my T-shirt. Dog crap. Some stupid dog had crapped on the trampoline padding while it was on the ground, and once we put it back on the trampoline, I leaned in it. Dog crap was all over my shirt, marking the third time I got crap on me that day. Melissa and Lisa died laughing. Melissa was basically inconsolable. I have never seen her laugh that hard.

I biked back home, changed, and stayed in for the rest of the day. Good luck? Nice try. This day is forever known as “Lindsey’s Crappy Day.”

Random Fact #5 – Ray Romano

The summer after high school, the movie Welcome to Mooseport was filmed in our hometown. I grew up in an extremely small town, so this was the most exciting thing to happen there EVER. It was a huge event.

My friends and I stalked the set for days, and ended up meeting Ray Romano (a few times!), Gene Hackman, and Fred Savage. We had signs for all three of them, such as “Romano is my RAY of Sunshine”…

“Ray is a Hot Tamale”, “Fred, Let Me Be Your WINNIE!” (like from the Wonder Years, you know), and for Gene Hackman, “Gene is a Teen Dream” (he is not. He is old. We were lying.)

We got in the paper with that one…

Okay, so I am cheating on the survey and I am just going to do five facts. It’s getting a little lengthy up in here. But I hope you enjoyed my mini stories!

Here are the actual rules of the survey:

  • Link back to the blogger who nominated you
  • Paste the award image on your blog, anywhere
  • Share 7 facts about yourself (or 5, whatever)
  • Nominate some other blogs
  • Post a comment on these blogs letting them know you nominated them

And I am nominating the following blogs:


Ethiopian Eats (+ Baby Shower Fail)

Hey, so remember this morning I said I had a baby shower to attend this afternoon?

Welp, I am le grande idiot, because as it turns out the shower is tomorrow.  And I definitely showed up at the door, present in hand, ready to party it up with all the ladies, and was told that the shower…is…tomorrow.  Whoops.

That is probably the biggest date mix-up I’ve ever had.  I don’t think I have ever shown up for something on the wrong day before.  I don’t even know what else to say about that… It will be pretty embarrassing when I have to go back there tomorrow.

But all was not lost!  I didn’t drive all the way into the city for nothing, I had an el fabuloso lunch date with my old pal CathRON!

CathRON & I

CathRON and I met working at Dairy Queen back in the day.  She started shortly after me and we worked there for a few years together.  When I think of working with her, I think of FUN. TIMES.

Her name is actually Catherine (obviously), but I had a dream about her once that she changed her name to CathRON and she made everyone spell the ron in capital letters.  This somehow ended up being her high school nickname, and I still like to call her that ;).

Ray Romano?

Here is a picture of CathRON and I from about 9 or 10 years ago with Ray Romano.  They filmed the movie Welcome To Mooseport in our hometown so we basically stalked the set for days with signs that said “Romano is my RAY of sunshine” and “Ray is a Hot Tamale.”  Also “Gene is a Teen Dream” for Gene Hackman, and “Fred, Let Me Be Your WINNIE!” for Fred Savage (from the Wonder Years, you know).  Good times.  We actually ended up in the paper in a picture of us with Ray and our signs.

I realize that is a terrible picture of me, but I believe the photo is important to the story.

Shmanyways, let’s get onto some eats!

We ended up going to Lalibela, which is an Ethiopian restaurant on Bloor in Toronto.  It was my first time trying Ethiopian food, and it was delicious!

Lalibela Platter

We ordered the Lalibela Platter to share, which included lentil, cabbage, lamb, collard greens, doro wat (chicken wings in sauce), potatoes, cabbage, beets, hard boiled eggs, spicy beans (I think that’s what they were), and lettuce and tomato in the middle.

This came with a side of tortilla-like wraps.

Wrap Bread (I don't know what else to call this...)

To eat your meal, you break off pieces of the wrap to grab your food with.

Have a Bite!

No utensils here!  No plates either.  It was interesting, but it worked out.

Everything was pretty good, but the highlights for me were the lamb, doro wat, potatoes and cabbage, and the lentils.  I rotated around eating bites of everything, and saved those for last.

Definitely a different way to eat, but I was impressed with the yummy factor.  And I was full really quickly!  I think it was from the wraps.

I also really enjoyed the atmosphere.  It is a cute little spot that is authentically decorated.

Very Naaaiiiice

We were also sitting right in front of a giant window that was completely open to the street outside.  Perfect for people-watching.


Outside was right there.  No glass.  Definitely a nice touch.

Such a good little lunch!  It was great to catch up with CathRON :D.

I also want to mention that she is the owner of this monster…


And you can read all about his adventures in her blog at www.kittenthecat.org!

I’m off to figure out what’s for dinna.  Hope you all have a great Saturday!

Have you ever tried Ethiopian food?
What is your favourite type of ethic food?

Mine is probably a toss-up between sushi and Thai…I love both!

Also, have you ever shown up to an event on the wrong day?