Repairs?

Two weeks ago my car developed a severe case of squeek and creak in the front end. Noisey vehicles drive me insane, so I didn't hesitate making an appointment for repairs.

When the appointment guy said there's a two week wait, I sincerely hoped my car would hold together until then. Every time I turned the wheels, one would think the thing was on the verge of falling apart.

That appointment happens tomorrow, and guess what? Three days ago, the ailment my steed was suffering from, mysteriously fixed itself. No more creak, squeek, or anything out of the ordinary.

When a car is broken, it should stay broken until fixed. How will the car doctor find out what's wrong when there are no symptoms? I hate when vehicles do that!

The Junos

We here in Winnipeg are gearing up for the arrival of a spectacular event. The Canadian Music Awards, the Junos will be broadcast from our prairie city April 3.

The available tickets sold out within minutes after gong on sale. I was down right pissed off for my lack of foresite. What made me think I could just amble down to the ticket outlet for an opportunity to rub shoulders with the likes of Shania Twain, Celine Dione, and Avril Lavigne, just to name a few stars who will be there?

While stewing over my misfortune, I happened to look at the Juno web site. Lord of Lords, they're still looking for on site volunteers. The positions won't be filled 'till March.

Never have I written a resume so fast. The application is filled out and submitted. All the bases are covered. When they accept me as a seat filler, I'll be hugging the winners as they return to their seats. How much better can it get?

We Made the News

Ghost hunting is an off beat hobby I do. I don't tell too many people about it because I don't want to be considered loopy, or off my rocker. None the less, it is an interest I pursue quite actively.

Our ghost tracking group numbers about thirty active members, all interested in the unexplained. For a newspaper reporter to come out and find out what we're all about, makes me think we're not all that nuts after all. There must be a lot of other people interested in what we do. After all, we did make the local news.

Of course I expected the usual ribbing and teasing that comes with suddenly becoming a local celebrity in the ghostbusting line of work. The anticipated guffaws were nipped in the bud. As the the first words of " G'mornin' Mr Ghostbuster" exited my co-workers mouths, I shot back "That's the cats ass isn't it? I'm finally rich and famous." Nobody mentioned the article again, but they had a few questions of their own about what I do for a hobby.

The article was published in the highest ranked newspaper in the city. Hurray for our ghost trackers meetup group!