Battle of the Boom Box - Part Two

Oy vey. A fairly intense session of the 'Battle of the Boom Box.'

In the line-up... some jazz, Amy Winehouse, and Bob Sinclair vs. The Crap (i.e. We don't know for sure what the music is per se... but we know it's crap.)

Victorious! The neighbour's boom box volume went down. We have won!

Or so we thought. Turns out they just went out for awhile.

We need a new strategy.

Sob, snaab, snob, Saab

It's car buying time. Ever since I was a little girl I ALWAYS wanted a Saab. I would like to say it's because of my Scandinavian heritage. But really it's because 'Saab' - growing up - sounded an awful lot like 'sob' and being a sensitive Gemini, I always thought those cars were lonely.

My husband thinks I'm really an undercover 'snaab' and wanting a Saab is my understated way of saying @#$%&* to the world. I don't think he's half wrong.

We don't have kids. (Which is good if you own a Saab because they don't really accommodate kids very well.) We have fantastic credit. And my husband thinks I would 'look sexy' / 'rock' in it. It's the perfect time to get a Saab. Yes, I could get the Saab of my dreams.

But now I'm not so sure that's what I want. Go figure.

Exhausted and Tan Less

Thank god that's over.

The last two weeks I've been holed up in Arizona for work and have just returned back home exhausted and tan less.

I was there working on our annual North American User Conference. It was a hit with customers and staff alike and we enjoyed our largest turnout ever. Almost 500 delegates!

Here's what I learned this time around:

• Never offer to buy Ben cigarettes. It usually ends in disaster... or a car accident.
• If the resort is good enough for Joe Sakic and his family, then surely it's good enough for our sales people.
• Our CEO needs golf lessons.
• It is impossible to find a spot at the pool away from customers and staff. They will find you.
• Dust storms are scary. And dirty.
• I need more margaritas in my life.