The Worst Thief Who Ever Lived...

Easter morning at 9am, my mother came down to "chat" with me. My sister had stayed out all night and she was a little worried. "Julie, where is Elise? Did she say she was going anywhere after she dropped off Graeme last night?" I was still very asleep but the phrase "Am I my sister's keeper?" resounded within me. I groggily informed her that I had been innocently writing my talk last night and that I had not left my room after approximately 11:45pm. She was satisfied with that answer and left to go to church.

About 30 seconds after she left, she came back to my room freaking out. This time, she informed me that I had left the car unlocked after using it Saturday afternoon. I, again, groggily asked her if she had used it Saturday night. She was not pleased with this response. "ARE YOU TRYING TO BLAME ME FOR THIS, JULIE?!" From that point forward in the conversation, I did more listening than talking.

After my mom had actually left for church, I went to the car window to look at what was missing.  I saw immediately the GPS and the Bluetooth hands-free device were still in the car. Two obviously pricey items that you could make a good profit on. I looked for the owner's manual/ownership/insurance and they were nowhere to be seen. This terrified me. What could someone do with our ownership?

I went to church and had an amazing Easter Sunday. (Can I just say that I love Jesus?) Afterwards, Elise made our way to our grandma's house for dinner. When we had both had our dinner, I told my mom about the missing ownership. She. Freaked. Out. "I've seen documentaries on this sort of thing! He's selling our car right now! Someone will show up with registration in their name!" I just sat there... Well, if that does happen... That would suck, because I just payed to have that car fixed. Meanwhile, Mom is still freaking out. My thought was there's nothing we can do about it until that actually happens.

Elise and I then left a bit early to go and pick up my Dad and brother Colin from the airport. They were coming back from Vegas that day. We stopped by the house before heading to the airport to see if the car was actually missing the insurance or if I had simply not seen it when I peered through the window that morning. We also checked to see if the car would actually start, seeing as the door was left open by our visitor the night before. As I rummaged through the things on the seat that had been pulled out of the centre console and the glove box, I found the ownership. Which was a huge relief. I continued to look through our things to see if there was anything missing. The $80 bottle of tanning lotion was still there, all of our CDs, my brother's wallet...

I sighed when I saw my brother's wallet. I can't believe this guy took all of my brother's money out of his wallet, that's so mean. There was nothing left but a receipt. I opened the wallet to see which brother had left his wallet it in the car. Only to find that it was a young man who had no relation to me... That lived not too far from us. Who had broken into our car that night. The young man had gone into our car, probably stole some spare change, and left his wallet behind.

I suddenly felt like Sherlock Holmes. Absolute genius.

Elementary, dear Watson.

Elise and I were in complete hysteria all the way to the airport. When we relayed the story to my father, he had decided that he would turn the wallet into the police, rather than Elise and I's plan to go blackmail him. Muahaha!

We turned the wallet into the police on Monday. We found out soon after the wallet was turned in that the young man had actually been arrested on other charges earlier that day... Not only did he have a failed attempt at robbing us, he also messed up one of his other criminal offences and was caught/arrested. Ohhh, the second rate criminals of my lovely town.

I hope you've all had a great last month. I know I've been slacking on the blog posts but I promise to be better... I'll try. Please still love me?

Funny Fridays: The Student Life

I know a lot of people are in exams right now for university/college. To honour those mourning the loss of their social lives, I present this week's funny friday. A collection of funnies of the stresses and frustrations of being a student... I haven't been in school for almost 2 years now. (Ahhhh.) But I remember it well. Exams are not fun.

I've never experienced this first hand, but I imagine that this is what it's like to pull an all nighter.

Now a lot of you may be wondering, why is this all so funny and exciting for someone who is not in school? Well, it is so exciting and awesome because I've accepted an offer for college! I'm going to college for a Social Service Worker program in the fall and I could not be more enthused about my choice! I'm going to be staying at home and going to school. I can't wait to start learning again!

With that announcement, I hope you all have a lovely weekend.

Funny Fridays: The Grammar Nazi

I should be doing many things aside from posting on my blog...

Cleaning my room.
Doing laundry.
Sorting my mail.
Doing laundry.
Laundry.
Laundry.
Laundry.

Being the queen of procrastination that I am; I decided that it was a Good Friday for a Funny Friday.

Today, I would like to post about grammar. I must say that I am shocked at how many people my age and older still do not understand the difference between they're, their and there. I swear we went through this in grade school. Early on, not grade seven or eight.

THEY'RE - They are.
THERE - To indicate a place or location. Note: Similar spelling to where.
THEIR - Used to indicate possession. Example: Their poo smelled very bad.

Why am I such a grammar nazi? Probably because I'm french. I've had so many lessons on grammar in French, that I'm amazed at how many people mess up their homonyms in English. (It is seriously the easiest language ever.) Also, most of these people don't even speak another language! I can understand if English is not your first language... If you can only read and write in English, at least try to be good at it.

Commas, proper use of homonyms, saying declarative sentences with declarative tones can make you sound and look exponentially more intelligent than you actually are! I love the spoken and written word, but some people just ruin it for all of us. They ruin it alot. Now I love Hyperbole and a Half. It's a great blog that I love to follow. Why? Because she is SO FUNNY and her drawings are always bang on.

Here is her post on her grammar nazi tendencies.

The last thing I would like to share for today is The Dramatic Reading of a Break Up Letter. Some of you may be familiar with this as it has been up for quite some time, but I just laugh every single time. I can't even stop myself. And I reference it quite a bit... So if you ever see me, feel free to make a reference and watch me explode with joy/laughter.

I hope you're all having a lovely Easter weekend with your families!