Showing posts with label brother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brother. Show all posts

Monday, July 7, 2008

Andrew's Lunch Capers

My brother is kind of not all there. Especially in the morning when he just wakes up, which makes for some interesting times at work. See Andrew is too lazy to bother making his lunch the night before(I am too!), so often he is left to quickly throw one together in the morning. Often something microwavable(hurray for Free Radicals!!).

Now these food stuffs require utensils to eat, especially when fresh out of the microwave, but often Andrew is too rushed to remember to bring one. It usually takes until lunchtime for him to realize he doesn't have a fork or spoon. If I have one I will lend it to him but often I don't bring one cause I don't need one(I eat a lot of pizza pops).

So far there have been three times that he has forgot and hasn't been able to borrow one. The first time he needed a spoon. After asking me and searching all through his lunch bag and the lunchroom, he decided he would buy a cup of Chinese noodles out of the vending machine cause they came with a spoon. It cost him $2.50 to eat his packed lunch that day and I'm pretty sure he still has the noodles.

The second time it was a fork that he forgot. See he had a chicken pie that you leave in the box when you microwave. Deciding not to spend money to eat his own lunch, he fashioned a make-shift spoon out of the cardboard box. It was basically just a folded piece of cardboard that he used like a scoop. Quite humorous.

The third and most recent time(today in fact) he was attempting to eat left-over beef stir fry. When he realized he had no utensil, he of course cursed his face off and then looked everywhere for something to help him eat. After searching my lunch bag and his own pockets, he decided to use the two pens he found as chop sticks. Suffice it to say they were pretty disgusting after he was done with them. The grossest part is that he had been using his pen all day to write on his time card, and I'm pretty sure he cleaned it off and continued to use it after lunch. Now I don't know how messy his hands get when he works but I know that mine are just covered in grease when I go to write on my time card.

All in all it was pretty disgusting. I'm hoping he can get even more creative the next time he forgets...oh yes there will be a next time.

Mood: Happy

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

My Dad's Laptop

Today my brother and I went with my Dad to the local Best Buy and picked up a laptop for him. He got a nice 17" compaq with a 1.7Ghz processor, 3 GB ram, 160 GB hard disk, wifi, and windows vista.

Basically the only reason my dad wanted one was because he always sees me and my brother on the internet or whatever while watching tv or a movie. He wants to be able to do work and surf the internerd while watching tv basically. He is so high tech now...

My brother of course was trying to get him to buy the nicest laptop possible and all kinds of accessories. I was trying to find one that only had what he wanted and the sales person was trying to get him to upgrade to somewhere in between. Of course my dad didn't listen to his kids and instead went with what the sales person said. Oh well, it's his money not mine.

It's very funny watching him try to set it up. It's even funnier watching Andrew try and help him by telling him to set it all up the way Andrew wants it. They bicker like old people.

Mood: Entertained

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Doesn't he have a mute button?!?

Lately I have been having a hard time enjoying my favourite bands. These bands include Blink 182, Angels and Airwaves and Plus 44. The reason I can't enjoy them lately is because my brother is too busy enjoying them. It's driving me insane! All day he plays the same riffs over and over again on his guitar. On the way to work and coming home from work he pops in an old blink mix CD that Gary made me when he first got a cd burner in like grade 8. He just listens to the same songs over and over again. He's also started to walk around with his new i-pod on and sing along to angels and airwaves. I swear I might kill him.

Mood: Murderous