Mid-night Wendy's

The clock struck 12:00am, with a mighty thunderous 'tick'. Johanna's tummy let a soft whimper out only to let her know it wanted to be filled. I on the other hand am always filling my stomach only to have it unstoppable a few hours later. So naturally I was in the hankering for some substance as well. Half past twelve rolled around and the bead of sweat slipped off my brow. Only to be insulted as a mark on my shirt. The controller shakes in my weak malnourished hand, as Johanna swipes it to change channels. A sweet tantalizing commercial graces our living room as the smell of Jr. Bacon Cheese burgers waft in from the vents. "sizzle" 'What's that!' I cry, toying with the thought of Wendy's just out our 1/4 pounder door. The images take over my mind as the painting on the walls turn to inviting gold plates with hot grilled patties on the oh-so-fun sesame seed bun. I look at me wife and she is no longer looking at the TV. Instead she gazes at me... With her big juicy tomato eyes, and her lush lettuce string hair. She puckers up flaunting the crisp bacon lips, dangling them to be snagged up and devoured. I catch myself from eating the invited bacon, I even leave the juicy tomatoes. Playing with the temptation Johanna mentions that she could 'go for a burger right now but it's much to late they wouldn't be open right now would they?' Knowing full well there's a 24/7 Wendy's not 2 1/2 blocks away. With out knowing who or what was happening my legs pulled me from the chair and dragged my torso to grab my coat. Dragging me out the door before I can say good bye my legs flail with excitement as my upper half is just along for moral, financial and motor skill support. Knowing in my mind already what Johanna would like, my leg travel even faster. My body reaches terminal velocity as I careen through the front doors. Being out of breath my words are too broken to make out. Springing into action my leg taps out the order in morse code to the gentlemen at the till. Much to our surprise he was in Vietnam and understood everything including extra pickles. The clock struck 1:30am with a HUGEMONGSTORMUS 'tick'. Our bellies were full and the craving was lost for another day...

Oh for the Love of Broomball

Well last night was Broomball night with Every Nation's group. It was AWESOME! Picture this: 4 teams, 25 people/team, 3 minute periods, on an ice rink while wearing running shoes, and chasing down a hard plastic ball with plastic broom-sticks. We have been anticipating this night for weeks, so we had lots of time to prepare......wink-wink. Being of a competitive nature, we wanted to be able to have the upper hand. So, we got out out running shoes, our trusty stapler and hockey jerseys. We began adding strategically placed (our version of )metal cleats to the bottom of our shoes with the stapler. Much to our delight it did give us a bit of an advantage over the other players....except when we slid our shoes sideways...it was much more like a pair of skates....not so good. Injuries (of fellow players) included two sprained ankles, a bashed knee, broken glasses, and multiple sticks to the face. Fortunately no one died. Ben scored a goal with cousin Dave's assistance and Johanna flailed around, luckily taking out players of the opposite team in the process and stopping a few offensive moves. It was fun to have the chance to get to know many more people in the process....hopefully our first impressions aren't linked to painful memories.
The rest of our weekend consists of homework, homework...and......just a little more homework...BLAH. Maybe we can squeeze in a hike in Stanley Park. And we are now signing off as the 2nd-place champs of the second annual Broomball Championships of the World. Adios friends...... Ben and Johanna

Chronical Sleep Deprivation/Insanity/Must have sleep/"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...."

So here we are still up at 12:16am. This is not an uncommon occurrence at our place. In fact...the last three nights we haven't fallen asleep until past 3:00AM!!!!! it sucks....and then we have to get up at 8:00....and that sucking continues. Why are we in this rut, you might ask? It all started with an evening of Texas Hold 'Em....Ben meanders in at one AM and then begins the curse of addicting computer games (as Johanna mentioned in a previous post). It a new version of Blasterball 2 involving chickens with huge feather-free butts. Its called Chicken Attack...and you've gotta try it....aren't you hooked by the name itself!?!?! We were. And it plagued us for days to come. Or at least until our time trial expired. Gaining a second wind a sparing match broke out and Johanna inadvertently burnt Bens arm with a curling iron. (don't Ask.) Then we curled up on our bed and fell asleep...UNTIL 1:30!!! (it was a Saturday)....now since then our internal clocks have been set to Tokyo. So we are now forcing our eyes to shut and let Mr. Sandman do his work. Unfortunately, according to Johanna, singing Christmas caroles seems to work better. Ben finds giving charlie-horses works even better(to shut Johanna up, that is). So there is a story from the insane insomniacs.....have a good night...until next time....

Cats VS Dogs

The infamous question that has plagued pet-lovers alike....which are better: cats or dogs? Evidently, it also plagued this young couple as well. Ever since being married we've thought about expanding our family...that's right a baby......A baby cat or a baby dog. We plan to hold off on the human kind for awhile! While dogs have more personality and are more interactive with their owners, cats are cuddly, soft and smaller than most dogs. But then again, Johanna wants a Chihuahua ( which, sadly does (somehow) fall under the dog cat-egory and no dogs are allowed in the apartment) And much to Bens delight, cats are allowed. Cats are this guy's favorite. Like seriously....he LOVES cats...if he sees a stray one...he'll run over to it with open arms and dodging traffic just to pet it. Its digusting. Now Johanna, is convinced that a Chihuahua is not really a dog and more like a cute gopher/babyseal/baby fawn......now who wouldn't want to pet one of those!?!?!?? When Johanna told Ben this, Ben wanted to take up seal hunting as a new hobby. Johanna is more than willing the shell out the $400 to buy a chihuahua.....but the price is rising as stupid Paris Hilton has one and made them a fashion statement. Poor dog. Unfortunately (but fortunately ;-) The finances would not support this new member of the family...even if it was a cat....You have to buy them here! At home you can just have one of your neighbors kittens! And lets look at the Con's of having a pet cat or dog: they shed, they poop in a litter.....or on the floor, they occaisionally pukeup grass and other foreign objects, they can be noisy, they are hard on the wallet...and the drapes, they (essentially) smell bad, have to be exercised, and the list could go on. Our conclusion: it would be a huge mistake to invest in a cat or a dog (or a baby-the previous list of disadvantages applies) at this point in time. We are always busy and never home so they would be sad and lonely and take their frustration out on our leather. Growing up with many pets around, we know just how big a responsibility having a pet truly is. Its amazing what people do to get a little love from a furry four-legged animal.

Pry me from Blasterball 2

So this is Johanna here. By writing on our blog at the moment, I know I am just procrastinating from reading my psych. text and Friedrich Nietzche classic: The Birth of Tragedy.....did I ever mention I despise philosphy????? Well I DESPISE PHILOSPOHY. I played about 4 rounds of Blasterball 2 (a highly addictive computer game) where you bounce a ball from a moveable platform to burst bricks...my favorite is when I get 3X the points or the lazer shooter. One day I WILL beat Ben's score.....sigh...This is one of the downfalls of marrying a computer nerd: they introduce you to a whole new world of useless time-wasters...otherwise known as computer games. And this results in Johanna not finishing her homework when she should. So here I am, just finished my Blasterball 2....venting to the (maybe) five of you that will read this......and in all honesty, just trying to procrastinate for another five minutes. Well, I better start reading my Neitzche before Ben gets home and inadvertently...another distraction....Adios friends.....Peace