Back to the scene of the crime

I'm in goose bay. I spent some time here back in 2008. I was miserable then. I want to get out of this place just as eagerly as I did back then (albeit for different reasons).
I spent an hour it more at the bar where I met Sharon. Sharon wanted to have 27 babies with me. I blogged about it back then. She didn't give me 27 babies but she tried to give me something that all my close friends like to poke fun at me for. If I saw bob Neville today, I'd thank him for dragging me out of there and putting me in the cab. I still owe Pam a beer from that night. She was a friendly bartender (read obese) at the place we were staying at. We stayed at a bar that had a few rooms for rent behind it. That wouldn't fly at the company I work for now.
I've decided to start writing in my blog again after reading Sarah's blog the other night and recalling certain events of our courtship (some of which I had totally forgotten about).
It makes working on the road a lot easier

P.S. I have a daughter now. She is adorable and she looks like me. No wonder Sarah loves her so much

In the past six months.....

Apartment flooded.
Villa short-circuited.
Flew to London.
Hesitant Cabbie.
Tube.
Pearl Jam.
Anna Robinson.
Aoife O'Beirn.
England played terribly against Germany.
Bishop's Finger.
London Eye.
Dirty Plane to Edinburgh.
Uncle Rod.
Aunt Maureen.
Old City.
Sarah and I get irritated.
Fast Car.
Faster Car.
Eat Breakfast in Heathrow with Jennifer and Dave.
Paul in a ridiculous outfit.
6 hours short for E.I.
Corner Brook.
Cooper.
Mazda 3 Sport.
The Seventh.
Camping Around Twillingate.
Lee Stroud showing how he fights.
One Man's Loss is Another's Gain
Move to St. John's.
New SNL.
Went to work still drunk.
Move to Placentia.
PS3 breaks.
Turned 30.
Surprise Party.
Ipod Touch.
Wicked Wife.
Bought Xmas off the Internet.
Attempted Fertilization.
Apple TV From Chris
Boxing Day Near-Miss.
2nd Xmas With Separated Parents.
New TV
Call For School.
1 Firework For New Year's.
We Both Get Sick.
I Get The Worst Of It.

On Lady Gaga...

Me:"...and that's ALL she was wearing."
Sarah: "You can't care about what Lady Gaga is wearing. It's like that boy in your class that plays with himself. You just gotta look away and say 'they can't help it'".

E.Coli

Me (Talking about recent death): and the guy that invented the ATM died last week.
Sarah: Ass to Mouth?
Me (chock full of sarcasm) Yes. The guy who invented Ass to Mouth died last week.

pwned

My wife talks to Google. They don't get along. I guess she doesn't like it when someone is constantly picking out her mistakes.
Sarah : {tap, tap, tap, click} *sigh* "I know I spelt it wrong, you don't need to tell me. My finger slipped."