Are you a Grammar Commander?

Cross your T’s and dot your I’s
That should be a semicolon not a comma.
Why do you randomly Capitalize words in the middle of a sentence?
Quit overusing the exclamation mark!!!

Ya, I do that, and quite frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!
I agree there is a time and a place for proper grammar, spelling and no type-oh’s. That place is not my blog. So you grammarphobic fools may get the heeby-jeeby’s when you read it.


I have known many Grammar Commanders in my time.  I have been known to bring out my grammar whip when necessary. But that’s not going to happen in my blog world.  Nope, the Pink Bubbly Blog is a happy place where you can type anything you want without spell check or grammar check, and it really doesn’t matter!

There are no consequences, except maybe not being “Fresh Pressed” whatever that is. But that’s not why I’m blogging anyway. Actually, I don’t know why I am blogging.

I just am.

So if you are reading my blog and you find a mistake, stop, take a deep breath in, exhale out, and move past it. See, that was easy, wasn’t it?

CRAP…do you know what I just did? I just proofread my blog and corrected spelling and fixed the random words that I noticed I capitalized for no reason.

My subconscious did it.  Automatically. It just happened, without my control.

I am sure I missed some, actually I might just put some Back in just for Fun!!!!

On a sad note, I kinda wish I was more of a Grammar Commander. I recently entered a short story writing contest and scored 88/100. I lost all my points to grammar and punctuation, and of course that randomly capitalized word that I overlooked. 😦

Since we’re all friends here, I’ll share one more little factoid. This was my 17th blog. I thought you should know. Now, complete the poll below so I can learn a little bit about you!


Day 3 – Waiting for Mexico 10/27/13

Yay! We finally slept last night, got up early and was on the road by 7am!

To all the Californians out there. In case you were wondering what that stick was coming out of your steering column on the left hand side, it’s called a signal. You push it up or down to let those around you know you are about to cut them off.  You know, it’s kinda of a courtesy thing.  OMG!!! Crazy Drivers!

Roc drove all the way along the nice open highway 5 to…um…Leduc????I don’t know, some place where we got more gas, then I drove all the way through LA to La Mesa. That was not fun. LA is the biggest city I have ever drove in. I was going 120k through heavy traffic, and still pissing people off because I was going too slow. WHATEVER PASS ME.  Oh and In case you didn’t know, Hollywood changed it’s name to Smoggywood. But no one can see the sign to be able to tell.

Finally we arrived in La Mesa, pulled in to a plaza, sat down at a noisy bar where everyone was screaming at the football players on the big screen, and ordered some chicken fingers. Here we decided to keep on trucking to find our route closer to the border.  We ended up out in the middle of no where El Cajon, at one of the only OLD hotels our GPS could find, the Quality inn. 

Guess what? The people that checked in right before us were from White Rock BC. We saw a No Bad Days Sticker on their car, so we had the hotel call them. They too are on their way to cabo, we are meeting them at 8pm to chat about the trip! They have driven many times, so this should be informative!

On that note, it’s almost 8pm…so I’m off to be informed and meet some new cabo friends.

Chat tomorrow, maybe, if there’s internet at our hotel  in El Rosario.


PS:  I posted pics on Facebook. Sorry, they’re below average.




Day 1 – Oh The Drama (10/25/13)

It all started last night, (10/24/13) We got home from our final Wing Ding of 2013, packed the last of what needed to be packed, watched the latest episode of The Blacklist and went to bed. Well, at least we tried to go to bed. Roc contracted a nasty sinus headache and couldn’t sleep. So, as you could guess, that also meant I couldn’t sleep. Finally after a steamy shower to clear the sinuses at 2:30 am, he finally fell asleep around 3am, I of course did not. I tolerated broken sleep between 4a and 6:30a then decided enough was enough and got up.
We loaded the truck with everything, or so we thought and headed south 1 hour, to the Osoyoos border.

Imagine my surprise when we got to the border and I realized I had forgotten my purse and ipad.  Thankfully that’s all that was in my purse, my passport and wallet were in my backpack.  I have a friend bringing those items down Mid November.  Silly Me.
As predicted we got the orange ticket to go inside for more questions.
So more questions were answered. Supervisors were called. And after over an hour in the waiting area, we got our passports back and entry in to the country!

Most of the drive went fairly well. We were making good time, passing semi’s, finding good spots for bathroom breaks all through Washington. In case you were wondering, tonight’s route was fairly simple, follow highway 97 south from Penticton BC to Bend Oregon. Easy Peasy, right? Well our outdated GPS sent us on the wrong road a couple of times due to highway improvements since we got it. (10 years ago. I think an update is in order LOL)  Only once did we have to drive around in circles to find our way back.  So that wasn’t too bad.  The Drama got a little more intense 10 miles into Oregon. Actually, right at the 10 mile marker! Yep, the highway police pulled us over for speeding.

Here’s how the conversation went.

“Do you know why I pulled you over today sir?”

“Was I speeding?”

“Do you know how fast you were going?”

“Ya, around 70/75”

“Do you know what the speed limit is?”

“Ya, 70.”

“No Sir, it’s 55”

“WHAT? ”  Said Roc and I in unison “It’s been 70 the whole way, we didn’t see a sign that says 55?”

“We get that a lot. Did you know it’s illegal to have a license plate frame covering  your plate? British Columbia must be in full sight here in Oregon. Yours is not. ”

“Really, want me to take it off? I have a screwdriver?”

“Not here on the highway it’s unsafe. wouldn’t want you to get hit by a car. Licence and registration please”

This is where Roc proceeded to say he should never have talked about is lack of speeding tickets.  Not 15 minutes earlier he told me he hadn’t had a speeding ticket since 1986. Ha Ha Ha  Jinxed it!

Well, the cop came back with a lovely ticket, but he reduced it from a $260 to a $160  ticket.  WHEW!


About 100 meters ahead was a sign that read 55! LOL

We proceeded to Moro’s post office which was still open, wrote a check, and asked if we should register the letter.  She said no, the box is right here, and she placed it in a po box behind her.

The rest of the way we were sure to drive the speed limit, had semis and old farts passing us, but lesson learned.

By the time we hit Bend, we pulled in to the first hotel, the Quality Inn. Got the CAA Rate, Went for a swim, and came back to the room to finish some business that needed doing, and of course I wrote this! The wifi is good. The rooms are clean, and there’s a free breaky!  Just what we need!

Day 2, Change of plans. We hope to make it to Stockton CA – I guess we’ll find out!



Sorry, No Portuguese!

Desculpe, no Português
I got really good at saying that Phrase when travelling in Brasil. The truth is, I am terrible with languages. First of all I can’t remember them, and for some reason I cannot pronounce them either.
My boyfriend was purchasing a beautiful piece of land on the beach near Ilheus Brasil, and to do that it took quite a bit of paperwork. Thankfully we had a business manager that spoke a little bit of English to help us get it done. While downtown at the federal building we found out we needed to go make photocopies, so we went to the local office store, thankfully across the street, and rushed to get it done, before the doors closed. You see the workers were getting ready to go on strike and if we didn’t get all the paperwork done pronto, chances are it would take a very long time to get title to the land. So we had to hurry.
It was a bit chaotic, pulling paperwork and passports out of our bags, photocopying all kinds of documents then rushing back to the federal building, but we got it done, then went back to our little pousada on the beach to relax for a while.

Pousada Brasil

That’s when I realized I left my purse at the office store. It had my wallet, passport, everything in it. Oh Crap!
We hopped in a taxi and headed back downtown. We walked in the store and of course I used my conversation starter…
Desculpe, no Português
The lady smiled and nodded and replied no English!
The we pulled out our trusty iphone, and found the phrase “I lost my bag”
The lady smiled and said “Sim, eu tenho o seu saco.”
I guess that meant, Yes I have your bag.
She went to the back, then brought it out to me. Everything was there! Not one penny was missing. I was so thankful, I wanted to give her a tip or something but she wouldn’t take it.
The amazing service doesn’t end there.
We left the office store and stood outside trying to figure out where the bank was, we figured since we were downtown, now would be a good time to go to the bank and get some paperwork in order. Downtown is a crazy busy place, it is very easy to get lost!
Brasil downtown

That’s when the lady and her son (who looked like an NBA pro basketball player) came out of the store. They were closing up shop for an hour or so to run some errands.
He walked up to us and said “Lost?”
“Sim” I answered. “Banco?”
“Sim! Sim” he replied and pointed to his car.
This complete stranger was going to drive us to the bank! (or at least that’s what we hoped. He was a big guy, kind of intimidating) But we looked at to the lady and she smiled that warm and friendly smile of hers, she pointed to the car and said “Sim, Banco”
So we got in!
They drove us to the bank.
I left a tip in the cup holder of the car, because they wouldn’t take any money from us.
Now that’s great customer service.

This post is in response to the daily post challenge:What’s the most dreadful (or wonderful) experience you’ve ever had as a customer?



Where is Wally Wobbles?

As a child growing up on a farm in southern Saskatchewan, we spent just as much time playing outside as we did inside. Like any other kid we had lots of toys and board games, but only one toy has remained with me until this very day. Wally Wobbles!

Wally Wobbles

Wally Wobbles

Wally is just a little guy, smaller than your average egg, so it was easy for Wally Wobbles to get misplaced. When I couldn’t find him, a flash of panic would come over me and I would run around the house saying, “Where’s Wally Wobbles? Where’s Wally Wobbles?” Eventually I would find him and tuck him in my pocket, or place him in my new safe spot, where I would forget where that was a week later, and start the whole process over again.

Even just now, when I decided to write about my dear Wally Wobbles, I went to my closet to get him and he wasn’t there! Poof, the flash of panic came over me once again. My face heated up, my heart started racing, then I spotted him. Someone had moved him to an upper shelf to access something behind him. Whew! Flooded with relief, I picked Wally Wobbles up and took a picture of him for this blog.

I felt really connected to Wally. He is such a rebel. He carries a slingshot in his back pocket. A little trouble maker, just like me! Maybe that’s why he was so important to me. He must have been getting in trouble all the time too!

I had never really paid too much attention to Wally, I just now noticed an inscription on his left buttock (if he had a bum) It says, 1973 Hasbro.  Gadzooks! Wally is older than I am!  Woo Hoo! I feel so young again!

I now notice he’s gotten a wee bit scratched up, I guess that’s what happens when you get thrown in pockets with coins and rocks and god knows what else I had in there!

I also do not know if Wally Wobbles was a name I gave him, or if that’s the toy brand name?  Maybe I’ll google it, maybe I won’t. It doesn’t matter. He will always be my Wally Wobbles!

PS: I also have my Hungry Hippos Game too!




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