Zoo Lights

Ok. So the Calgary Zoo has what they call Zoo Lights every year.

It's the kind of place you take your kids, or hold hands with your lover to get into the Christmas Spirit.

I'm going there thursday. I've never been before - I'm pretty excited about it. I love all things cozy - so sipping hot chocolate, looking at twinkle lights and wearing my mittens all sound wonderful!


The thing is I'm working all day, thinking I'll have to eat and it would be easier to eat there than to rush around trying to fix dinner (or eating a bowl of cereal like too many weeknights at my house) I said to a co-worker/zoo-frequenter, "Do they have food at the Zoo?" imagining they do, but wanting to be sure that the growling that night is coming only from the tigers, not my tummy, I figured it best to confirm.

She said, "Yes, they have 'zoo-food'."


Hmmmm...'zoo-food'.

What the hell is Zoo-Food?


'leg of zebra', 'peacock burgers', 'polar bear steak', hippo ceasar salad', 'monkey-stew'


Alright - Raisin Bran it is.




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An Actual Conversation On the Phone

"Why do you do that? You're weird."

"I am not weird. I'm 'quirky' and it's adorable damn it."



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Just My Humble Opinion...

I was recently set up on a blind date.

I think having a blind date is a true test of character. Say you are with a blind date at a fancy steak house and you both order the filet. The dinners come and one looks slightly larger - would you trade the plates? How would him/her ever know - he/she's blind for gosh-sakes!!

Would you pick your nose in the car on the way home? Take a bigger bite of cheesecake? Spend hours on making sure your hair was perfect? Slouch or bother standing up straight?

I don't know, but I think if you are cool with dogs a blind date might be the way to go. Think about it - you could show up in track pants, sneak sips of his pint all night long, eat extra chicken wings then say you got ripped off cause 'there were only eight on the plate when it arrived!', you wouldn't have to bother curling your eyelashes or matching your socks...





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It's tAnya, not tOnya!

Yes, my name is Tanya, with an "A" not an "O". Yet I get called Tonya a lot. I have nothing against the name, in fact, I've known a couple great Tonya's in my life. It's just not MY name. So I really don't like being called it.

We had a new receptionist start here a few days ago. She'd been here maybe 3 days when I strolled in one morning, coat on, coffee in hand and cheerily sang out, "Good morning Barb!" as I walked by the reception desk.

She looked up, gave me a funny look and hesitantly said, "Good morning."

When I reached my desk I was feeling pretty bad. I mean, it was pretty presumptuous of me to call her Barb, when clearly I remembered from the email that went out her name ended with an A. Damn it, I should have said Barbara. Not everyone likes their names shortened. I mean, I really don't like being called Tonya and what is the difference between calling a Tanya a Tonya or a Barbara a Barb - it isn't her name. I guess if she wanted to be called Barb, the email would have read, please welcome Barb. Not Barbara.

Well, what is done is done. I will just fix it, that's all. Apologize for taking the liberty of shortening her name, which she obviously didn't like, and then never do it again.


So on my next trip by her desk, I said, "Oh hey, sorry, about earlier, do you prefer Barb or Barbara?"

She said, "What?"

I said, "Do you prefer Barbara, I called you Barb earlier, but do you prefer Barbara?"

She said, "Actually I prefer Debra."



OMG.

I said, "My name is Tanya, but you can call me Tonya."




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