Showing posts with label Doha. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Doha. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

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.

Monday, March 8, 2010

On voyeurism....

Me: "We had sex with the drapes open."
Sarah: "Yeah, but it was all the way in there."
Me: "But those Asian people got funny cameras"
Sarah: "They got funny eyes!"

Friday, November 13, 2009

I have been watching tv in Doha for over a month. I just realized that they use swear words in movie commercials.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

That's how ya doooo it

Sometimes things are slightly easier in Doha. Sure, twist off is easy. This doesn't put dents on the skin on your hands.


Wednesday, October 7, 2009

For Sarah....

I'm in Halifax Airport. I am an hour and fifteen minutes away from leaving Canada. I am trying to get all my farts out now. It's a long plane ride.