Chili Fire

So my job this year is at a Japanese Ramen House. I like it a lot and feel like my life is similar to Brittney Murphy in "The Ramen Girl" even though I have yet to see it (Thanksgiving weekend, it's a date). I make noodles and cut shrimp and stir fry like mad. Yesterday how ever, I apparently decided to stirfry extra mad. You know how when you're flipping the pan to mix the veggies (like so), well yesterday it turned a little more into a flaming ball of fire in the pan instead of veggies. Me, in my cool collect way, let out a little "WOW!" then tactfully brought the pan up to blow out the flames. All was well afterwords, except for my eyelashes and eyebrows. I burnt them. My eyelashes have split ends. My life as I know it is over. I'll be crawled up in a hole in the floor if you need me.

Cat Creepage

1. Found my wallet, don't worry. Thank you to Facebook and the Ryerson Student Union using it to creep me and send me a message.

2. Liam the cat.

So there is this cat that likes to hang out at our house. Sometimes it gets some tuna from the kind hearted Laur Laur Vag and we all used to pet it until it starting hanging around all the time an meowing till it was fed then peaced out. Let me tell you, we are not a house of ladies to be used and abused. We like our cuddle time ok, this is no in and out, 7 secs in heaven type of deal. Liam has been persistent however. On many occasions he has been heard and seen meowing at the kitchen window, even daring to jump in sometimes. This morning Liam took a leap. Not only did Liam jump in the open kitchen window, but decided to creep all the way upstairs and through any open door. Unfortunately, my room was the only open door and thus I was awaking to the insistent meows and creepage by my bed side of a hungry Liam. In my room. at 7:30 am. GOD DAMMIT LIAM!!

Please note Liam is not a stray. He has owners and is well groomed. He just likes to eat.

Should I be writing this from my own computer I would have attached a photo of the bold Liam but since my hard drive crashed and I don't have a computer for two weeks and am writing this from my roommates, K Hess, no photo.

Red Alert: lost wallet

This is a message for all those googlers out there. In particular, the one who potentially found my wallet and googled my name and was brought to this blog post about how I lost my wallet today on the Ryerson campus. If you, my new and favorite reader, have indeed found it please email me at k.mudry@hotmail.com. While there is some great stuff in there, like my alberta health card and all primary ids, I doubt anyone but me would really like a picture from christmas 1995 of Molly, Jake and Daisy, cute as they are.

yep, k.mudry@hotmail.com. just hit me with and email, your welcome to the 5 cents of change in there. Thanks to you, and google and the internet for hopefully returning my wallet to me.