The house was decorated, pumpkins were carved, trick or treaters have been and gone, fireworks were oohed and aahed at, pumpkin pie was eaten and now we are finishing off Halloween by watching The Corpse Bride. Gotta love Tim Burton.
Dave took us all to the shooting range. Sharyn and Kath had never fired a gun before, let alone shot at pumpkins.
Just our luck the range was out of pumpkins. I had to make a quick run to the grocery store for 3 small innocent looking pumpkins.
But before we started in on the little orange balls we put a few holes in a zombie and said Goodbye Kitty.
Then it was time to make the pumpkins puke their insides out. Dave's words, not mine! The first one didn't last long, Kath managed to shoot it of it's stem and it fell to the ground with a great big splat.
The second one lasted longer and we managed to shoot the holy heck out of it. Dave then shot the bottom half right off!
The third pumpkin pretty much fell of it's stalk, it was a little heavy. Then we put a few more rounds in Kitty, and tried for actual accuracy and bullseyes on a regular target. Dave was by far the most accurate and successful, but Shazza wasn't far behind.
My friends, Sharyn and Kath arrived from Australia on Wednesday morning. At 730am. I'm still mad at them, that I had to get up so early to pick them up. Only kidding.
It's the first overseas trip for both of them and I thought we should start the trip by jamming in as many iconic Canadian experiences as possible.
First stop, Tim Hortons to grab coffee for the drive home. Kath was not impressed, she said it tasted like cigarette water. Sacrilege!
When I asked Sharyn and Kath what they wanted to see in Vancouver they responded with Stanley Park, the aquarium, a black bear, John Fluvog shoes and a Mountie. Luckily I have a friend who is a Mountie and he was kind enough to don the red serge for a mini photo shoot. Kath squealed when he opened the door. She was an a high all day.
After a short nap, we headed downtown for a hockey game. The Canucks were playing St Louis. It was an awful game. Most unexciting. Neither team really showed up. The peewee teams at half time were more exciting. To top if off the Canucks lost. 2-0.
Canadian experiences in their first 12 hours in Vancouver:
Canucks hockey game
Mikes hard lemonade (at the game)
Whitespot burger and fries (at the game)
Yelling at the Canucks to get their @&$)!?; act together.
I've been working a lot of "peak hour" shifts while counting cars.
That means exactly what it says. We count during the peak hours. Which is 530am-900am, 1045am-100pm and 245pm-700pm. Yep that's 10 hours a day. With 2 breaks. And the day starts awful early. We have to be insure by 530am. So depending on the location I leave home between 400am and 430am. I thought the train was early!
I have become very adept at power napping in the car between sessions. For 45 mins I am out cold. Don't even try to wake me up. I like my sleep.
Standing on the side of the road counting traffic is not rocket science. But it can be pretty scary. So far we have seen a lot of people talking on their mobile phones, or texting, putting on make up while driving with their knees, reading a magazine, speeding, driving along the centre lane - pick a lane dude!, kids in the front seat with no seatbelt, kids standing in the space between the two front seats....
It's a little cold standing outside counting cars at 530am. Carlea and I have been very creative in ways to keep warms.
We have hand warmers in our gloves, in our pockets, in the waist band of our pants....
They also supplied us with toe warmers. However neither of us have cold toes. So Carlea came up with the brilliant of boob warmers. Yep, you read that right. Boob warmers. Stick the warmer in your bra and it keeps not only your boobs but your whole torso warm and cosy!