Rrrrroll up the Rrrrrim!

You know that the BEST time of year is here? That's right! Roll up the Rim month at Tim Hortons! Excitment abounds! Not only that, but March also holds St. Patricks day (my favorite holiday) and my birthday! So rejoice, because March is almost here.

Vics Inhalers

I think there were some essential things I missed out on not going to grade school. Take for example the story Hillery and Mallory told Alex and I today. Apparently one day at Central School Swift Current, one supremely cool chick brought a Vics Inhaler to class. Now as I mentioned, I didn't go to grade school so such a device had to be explained to me. A "Vics Inhaler" somewhat resembles a tampon-like device that you shove up your nose and sniff in deeply and it removes a stuffy noses. So after this very cool grade 4 girl brought this tampon nose sniffer to class, the rest of the class decided to follow suit. Everytime one person busted out the sniffer in class, 3/4 of the rest of class would search through their pencil cases and whip out their brand new, mother purchased, Vics Inhaler. As Hillery said "what the hell would the teachers have been thinking of us!?! a bunch of freaking cracked out grade 4ers!" I was highly entertained, especially when I googled these items and found then only mentioned on sites like Club Addict, Clubplanet Nightlife, (and my personal favorite) The Official Raver Checklist. Ahhh...Hillery and Mallory, I'm just so proud of you.

Lanolin???

What is lanolin? What can you do with it? and why is it so fun to say? I can't answer that last question, but i've got a good grasp on the rest of the questions after a measly 3 minutes googling.

The definition:
Lanolin, also called wool wax, wool fat, or wool grease, a greasy yellow substance from wool-bearing animals, acts as a skin ointment, water-proofing wax, and raw material (such as in shoe polish).

Some Discriptive Pictures:

Here's a little sheep! This is where all the goodness of Lanolin flows. (cute hey?)


Here's some Lanolin after the baby sheep's been slaughtered and boiled. JJ. They don't kill baby sheep, just shave 'em down so they're all cold and shaky and then extract some creepy yellow shit called "LANOLIN"


And this here is an example of the final product. CAREFUL THOUGH (I don't know why)


The Quote:
My fasination with LANOLIN all started with my favorite movie ever...Anchorman. Ron says at one point:

"How are you? You look awfully nice tonight. Hmm? Maybe don't wear a bra next time. No, I was talking to you. No, not her. I don't know her name. What is it? Lanolin? La-lanolin, like-- like sheep's wool."

To hear this infamous clip, just click below and melt into the oh-so-mellow-goodness of Papa Burgundy's voice.

Ron Burgundy

Cyanide and Happiness

Pretty much these are the funniest comics ever. A few of my favorites, and the site you can view more at. (click on the pictures so that you can read them)





















http://www.explosm.net/comics/view.asp?id=446

So true...

After bashing forwards and love so ruthlessly a while back, I decided that the one was sometimes ok. This is what I recently receieved:

How to say "I Love You" in 5 languages

English - I Love You

Italian - Ti Amo

Chinese- Wo Ai Nin

French - Je T'aime

Saskatchewan - Nice ass, get in the truck

Funny and true...

Lovely Politically Incorrect

My sister's friend, Ashley (one of those crazy Nova Scotians) gave me the lyrics to a song from the 40s. Ridiculously politically incorrect, and pretty much my new favorite song. I'm hopeing to pick up a copy of it soon, but until then, here are the lyrics.

TOO FAT POLKA (She's Too Fat For Me)

by Ross MacLean and Arthur Richardson


Here's a silly ditty, you can sing it right away
Now, here is what you say
So sing it while you may
Here's a silly jingle, you can sing it night or noon
Here's the words, that's all you need
'Cause I just sang the tune:

Oh, I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
I don't want her, you can have her,
She's too fat for me
She's too fat
She's too fat
She's too fat for me

I get dizzy
I get numbo
When I'm dancing
With my Jum-Jum-Jumbo

I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat
She's too fat
She's too fat for me

Can she prance up a hill?
No, no, no, no, no
Can she dance a quadrille?
No, no, no, no, no
Does she fit in your coupe?
By herself she's a group
Could she possibly
Sit upon your knee?
No, no, no

We don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
And she's too fat for me
But she's just right for me
We don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
Yeah, she's too fat,
Much too fat
But she's just right for me

She's so charming
And she's so winning
But it's alarming
When she goes in swimming

We don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
But she's just right for me
So I sure want her, you can't have her
She's just right for me
But she's too fat!
She's not too fat!
She's just right for me!

She's a twosome,
She's a foursome
If she'd lose some
I would like her more some

I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
I don't want her you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat
Much too fat
She's too fat for me
Hey!

_________________________

Copyright 1947 Shapiro, Bernstein and Co., Inc. (published by Francis
Day and Hunter Ltd.)

single forever?

I'm a pretty funny individual...laid back, mind like a mouse trap, not physically deformed. So occasionally the question "why am I single?" has crossed my mind. And I finally figure it out.

It's because I never continue those forwards.

Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. They start out so nice, making lovely promises such as:

"copy and send this to your
whole list and in five mins your true love will call or
message you. Tonight at midnight your true love will
realize they like you."

But then the threats start in, like:

"Repost this in 11 mins or something bad will happen to you! "

or something more drastic, such as:

"Send this to 98 people in 2.5 seconds or you will never find true love (and you're mother will come down with leporsy, you're prized childhood toy, the yo-yo, will be lost forever, and you'll die)"

I know everyone has stressed about it a little...reading those vicious, emotional threats and worrying they may somehow be true. Well I think we all need to sit down, take a deep breath, and realise they were true, and the curse is working. Ohhhh no no no, I know those of you with significant others may think your safe...you're not. The forward curse will get you! Like a bad case of genital herpies...you can never get rid of it! So to all of you still-hopeful romantics, remember as Valentines day approaches, that you're doomed. Doomed beyond all recongnition.

(DISCLAIMER: I have accepted my curse, and realised that nothing will change. So should you! This post does not give you the right to shamelessly begin forwarding me threating curse emails.)

More Pictures

I apparently like to document my life through pictoral arangements...so here's another set of the happenings of challis' life.

The first picture is of becky and I at a boys house...or is it? If you look closely you will notice that the curtains in the window are LACE and have DUCKS on them. WHAT NOW!?




In this next picture you have an entertaining crew. Conner, me, mike, mal, and afton. My sister noted that Mike looks like a grown up Casey off of Mr Dress up...she also suggested I buy him a Finagin dog.





Here we have mike and mal again. You will note that:
1)Mike is 6'7
2)Mal is not
3)Mike's beer is as big as mals head.

THE GREATEST TAXADERMY CHALLANGE EVER.

I realize that my last posting doesn't make a whole lot of sense...that's because I wrote it in a still feverish/drug induced state. I apologize and will make for it with the story of THE GREATEST TAXADERMY CHALLANGE EVER.

When Meghan and took our road trip through the states, we were absorbed by the kitchiness of it all. Small towns infested with garden gnomes, metal eagle statures, and apparent junk yards located in peoples front yards (flamingos, lawn chairs, sinks, cans obviously used as shooting practice, you get the picture). But nothing topped what I saw this Christmas break in Kalispell, Montana. On the main stretch through town we drove by a trailer park with a large glass box standing high (and proudly) on poles. As we neared, we saw what was incased in that glass, and we all simultaneously screamed. A full grown, large as life, hairy-assed buffalo. Yes, it resided there (no, not alive). We proceeded to drive by again, twice, to ensure a quality picture. I wonder how much it costs to have a buffalo taxidermied?? When I locate that picture I'll be sure to post it.

drugs drugs drugs, which are good? which are bad?

It took me being stoned off of cold medicine and a little bit dilusional from a fever to finally understand what was being said in my business policy class. You may want to attribute my wisdom to the fact that I actually read the chapter. I, however, realize that nothing but mind-altering medication/illness could put me on the same spaced out level as the prof and classmates in this dumb class.

If you want to discuss goverment intervention with me (including regulations and subsidization) you should probably get on it before I get better and I stop drugging myself. I do, however, highly recommend this method for any classes you don't understand.