Who steals chicken? Honestly?

Some of you know that my workplace delivers lunch to our desks daily, all of which are supplied by Marks and Spencer's. Each of us have a modest daily budget to order with, but some of us have devised an ingenius plan of ordering large portions of chicken and then rationing throughout the week. For me, these chicken portions have been vital for my pre-Jiu Jitsu class meal, so I look forward to making my chicken sandwich at 5pm every tuesdays and thursdays.

This morning, I open up our fridge to find that SOMEONE HAS STOLEN MY CHICKEN. Not only that, but the bastard just left the empty container in the fridge for me to clean up. This is like stealing candies from a child and then handing back the wrappers. NOT COOL.

Now I know what most of you are thinking right now: "he hasn't blogged in a while, and his first blog in a month is about chicken?"

Right. But who steals chicken, honestly?

LEARN BRAZILIAN JIU JITSU

A nine year old boy used brazilian jiu jitsu to save a twelve year old girl from a pit bull, and he had only been learning the sport for a couple of months. Below is an excerpt taken from The Bakersfield Californian:

"(9 year old) Drew was walking with his neighbor after getting the mail last week when the pit bull started attacking the neighbor's dachshund. She tried to save her dog, but the pit bull started attacking her instead.

That's when Drew, who his mother described as a "passive, sweet little boy" who "gets beat up all the time" in class, stepped in. He wanted to kick it, he said, but thought the dog would just bite his leg. Instead he put the move on him. "He was moving really hard, like one of those rodeo bulls," Drew said. "Then he went limp."

For more than 20 minutes, Drew held the panting dog until Animal Control officials arrived."

He used a rear naked choke. BAM. Give him his blue belt.

[ read the whole article ]

As of Saturday, December 13th 2008, Jules and I are engaged!

A big part of my moving to London (and when I say big part, I mean all of it) was to be with Jules, my girlfriend of then 2 years. I knew if things were good then I would ask her to marry me. Well, things turned out good, are still good, and as of December 13th, we are officially engaged!

The ball started rolling on December 1st when Jules met me at Victoria station after work. I gave her a little silver box, resembling a little like a ring box, with a chocoloate and a note inside. The note read that I would be giving her something sweet everyday from now until Christmas, just to tie her over before she can open her Christmas gifts.

So everyday she had a little box waiting for her, with a little note in it and sometimes even a present to go with it. The plan was let get her to expect these boxes and not to think that they were setting up for something big. She later confessed that she felt a little nervous watching me casually pull out a ring-boxish box the first time, but thought "naw, he can't be proposing to me in the middle of a station. Especially not since he pracitically tossed the box at me!".  Perfect, my plan was working.

Twelve days had gone by, and twelve boxes had been opened. On Saturday, December 13th, I made sure the day went on as normal. We went to the mall together, she started work, and I went to my Jiu Jitsu class. Except this time, I went after class to get a haircut and some flowers. I got home and told her parents of my intensions and got their blessings. I cleaned up her room, piled up twelve boxes on her bed, and even got changed into a nice shirt and sweater.

I mean I HAD to get changed, really. I don't care what you say, but proposing in my ThunderCats t-shirt would NOT be a good idea.

9pm rolled around and I went to pick her up from work. We went to a pub to get some dinner, and when we got home, she quickly dashed upstairs to speak to her folks without even glancing at her room. 

I waited patiently downstairs for her to finish her chat with her mum.

What I didn't count on was that the X-Factor finale was on at the same time. For those who don't know the X-Factor show, it's American Idol but better. Leona Lewis was discovered through the series a couple years back and this year's winner, Alexandra Burke, gave an emotional performance of Leonard Cohan's "Hallelujah" to win this year's crown. Simon Cowell is also a judge on this show; go figure that Simon Cowell is to blame for any mishaps of my perfectly planned proposal.

Jules watched the final moments of the show with her mum upstairs, even shouted down "Ant, X-Factor is on!"

Who cares?! I'm about to ask you to marry me!!!!!!!!

 

After a long while, I couldn't take it any longer. I marched upstairs, dragged my poor unsuspecting soon-to-be finacee down to her room to the twelve boxes that I had set up.

I also had left her camera in front of the boxes with a video for instructions...

She started cracking open the boxes after watching the video, at first not suspecting much. But as she opened more boxes to pieced together more letters, her spidersense went tingling. Why are the letters coming together like it's spelling "Will You Marry Me?" Why is the room exceptionally clean? Why are there roses beside the bed? Wait, why is he in a smart sweater? Wasn't he in his ThunderCats shirt this afternoon?

After she had opened all the boxes and pieced together the message, I got down on one knee and asked her to marry me. 

Am I ever glad she said "yes"... or that would have been embarssing. :P

Enter The Ping Pong

Just... awesome.

Only in London

Something rather amusing...

The company I work for delivers lunch to us everyday. We order from Marks and Spencer's lunch menu and it arrives usually around noon. But today, instead of lunch, we get this email:
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Dear all


Due to road closers around Portland House (the Queen is visiting parliament) the M&S delivery chap is unable to bring our lunch in….but we have a plan… we are going to go and meet the delivery guy at Victoria bus station…please be patient with us, it will be delivered to you as usual as soon as we collect it.


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Sounds a bit elaborate just to bring sandwiches in, doesn't it? Her Majesty The Queen has personally delayed my lunch. I feel honoured. And hungry.

Monkey Business

A friend of mine, from back in my future friendly days, has started a new line of momwear called Monkeywear. Dads can wear them too, I just think they look so much better on moms. Gone are the tacky extra peripheral baby carriers, here's a slick new way to take your baby around. I think it's genius. I swear I'm not getting a cut for saying this.

Monkeywear is the runnings for the SavvyMom Mom Entrepreneur of The Year award, a well deserved award for a very innovative product. Please go vote for them!

http://www.momentrepreneuraward.ca/MomBio.aspx?momID=265

Record Breaking

In 5 minutes, it will be July 21st. Which means that I will have officially beat my "longest employment in London" record. Hoo-rah!