Several months ago, my neighbour was nice enough to treat us to a feed of his home-made Chow Mein. He is a good cook and an even better friend. We liked it so much, he agreed to come over and show us how to make it. Well, we borrowed his wok so often to make it, he and his wife gave us a wok for Christmas!

I made some tonight and decided to document the process for your reading, cooking and eating pleasure. Click the graphic below to see pictures of the process and my attempt at describing what I do. Keep clicking to see the next step until you see all the steps.

Let me know if you try it… and let me know if you like it!

(Thanks Rennie and Lorraine!)

Some advice to all you illicit drug transporters out there… when you are shipping over a million bucks worth of marijuana in the trunk of your car, make sure you aren’t giving the cops any silly reason to pull you over.

This guy, on his way to Newfoundland, got pulled in yesterday just outside of Moncton, because he had a headlight burnt out. When the police were talking with him, he was agitated enough to cause suspicion and they brought in the drug sniffing dogs and found 68 kilos of weed in his car. Man! That poor bugger must have been ready to throw up the minute he saw those lights a-flashin’ in his rear view. When they brought the dogs in, he must have filled his shorts.

I don’t know exactly why, but I instantly felt sorry for this guy when I heard it on the news this morning. Imagine how screwed he’d be if he had stolen this stuff!

Imagine this. You get up, pour yourself a coffee, grab a newspaper, and pull out your lottery tickets to check the numbers. Much to your surprise you see a lot of matching numbers. 5 out of 6, along with the bonus number! Holy crap! I won, I won!

You’d freak out. Right?

Well, this morning, 239 poor schmucks did exactly that. They checked their numbers and thought they won the second prize in Canada’s 6-49 lottery last night. This prize is normally about $130,000. But there are normally only about 2 winners, not two hundred and thirty nine winners. Because of the shared prize pool, these unfortunate fortunates will receive just under $1200 each. To add insult to injury, the folks who matched five numbers without the bonus number (third prize) will receive roughly $2200 each.

You’d freak out. Right?

Man. What a roller coaster ride that must be. You expect to walk away with at least a hundred grand, tax free, and end up getting only twelve hundred? How could that happen. Well, the winning numbers were 23, 40, 41, 42, 44, and 45, bonus number 43. It looks to me like a whole bunch of people hand-picked 40 through 45 as their numbers. Not a good idea, and last night’s draw proves it. Chances are, there are many others doing exactly the same thing. Can you imagine if the “23″ and the bonus number were switched? I did the math… the top prize would only have been around $16,000. Hardly life changing.

So, when picking numbers, avoid patterns or this could be you. This has been a public service announcement, brought to you by the makers of OhMeNerves.com

Curling is a team sport played on ice. The Olympic medal sport originated in the 1500’s on the lakes and ponds of Northern Europe. The object of the game is for two teams of four players to slide 42-pound granite rocks down a sheet of ice 130 feet long by 15 feet wide. The rocks are delivered toward the center of a 12-foot diameter target similar to an archery target. The targets are painted into the ice just below the surface at both ends of the sheet of ice, to allow the game to be played back and forth, usually eight or ten times.

I stole the above paragraph from the introduction section of CurlTech, a curling school website because my legs are too sore to write something original. Seriously.

On Friday night, I played the game for the first time. The social committee at work organized it and we figured it might be a nice night out of the house. It wasn’t serious play, really. We played three different teams, each game was limited to 45 minutes with beer and pizza served during the night. We actually only played a total of 8 ends because time ran out. So, in total, I threw 16 rocks and did some sweeping for my teammates. I actually had a great time and thought I did half decent for my first time out.

My first time is probably my last time. When I got up on Saturday morning, I couldn’t move my legs. I have never, never been so sore. For the life of me, I don’t understand how walking back and forth the ice a few times and sliding a couple of stones around would make my upper thighs so stiff and sore I find it near impossible to descend a set of stairs or lower myself to a toilet.

Go ahead, laugh. But it ain’t funny.

In these days of constant entertainment coming at you via the internet, a gazillion channels on TV, DVDs, eMail, iPod, XBox, Wii… you name it, it is rare, at least for me, to have a really good belly laugh at something where the humour of the situation wasn’t chemically enhanced.

Today was one of those rare occasions.

My niece sent me a link to a sound file that had me bust a gut. Definitely worth a listen to, folks, definitely.

Check it out here, then come back and let me know what you think.

(Thanks Melissa)

I discovered today that Hillary Clinton stole (yes, stole) my signature trademark: the shy, self-conscious display of self-portraits for public consumption. I’d like to thank the J-Walk Blog for bringing this blatant theft to my attention.

But I must say… imitation is indeed the sincerest form of flattery.

Thanks Hillary. Say hi to Bill for me.