Exam time...this is why we screw up.....‏

A year has 365 days for you to study.
After taking away 52 Sundays, there are only 313 days left.
There are 50 days in the summer that is way too hot to work so there are only 263 days left.
We sleep 8 hours a day, in a year, that counts up to 122 days so now we're left with 141 days.
If we fooled around for only 1 hour a day, 15 days are gone, so we are left with 126 days.
We spend 2 hours eating each day, 30 days are used in this way in the year, and we are left with 96 days in our year.
We spend 1 hour a day speaking to friends and family, that takes away 15 days more and we are left with 81 days.
Exams and tests take up at least 35 days in your year, hence you are only left with 46 days.
Taking off approximately 40 days of holidays, you are only left with 6 days.
Say you are sick for a minimum of 3 days, you're left with 3 days in the year to study!
Let's say you only go out for 2 days! You are left with 1 day!
But that 1 day is your birthday... so...

Good luck to everyone on your exams.


-from an e-mailed forward

So Funny

Ok. So I was doing research for my trip to Australia this Fall and I came across this on the internet from a program who specializes in sending Australian youths to other countries for working holidays. So I decide to see what they wrote about Canada and this is one of the things that I came across and it made laugh because it is just so cute (and pretty true ;) )
"Ice Hockey:
Immersing yourself in a different culture means taking on the nation’s passion for sport and in Canada, we’re talking about ice hockey. Angry men wielding weapons (hockey sticks), racing after a little black puck and more often than not, losing a few teeth. The loyalty of fans and the excitement surrounding matches is inspiring to be a part of, but it is the vicious fights that take place that will make you sit back and go, ‘O Canada.’"

Source:
http://www.iep.org.au/workcanada/workcanadaflcanadianlifestyle.asp

Hello Out There......

Dear Mr Government,
Re: Passports
Dear Mr Minister,

I'm in the process of renewing my passport, and still cannot believe this. How is it that Future Shop has my address and telephone number and knows that I bought a cable from them back in 1997, and yet the federal government is still asking me where I was born and on what date.
For crying out loud, do you guys do this by hand? My birth date you have on my social insurance card is on all the income tax form I've filed for the past 30 years, my health insurance card, my driver's license, on the last eight bloody passport I've had, on all those stupid customs declaration forms I've had to fill out before being allowed off the planes over the last 30 years, and all those insufferable census forms that are done at election times.
Would somebody please take note, once and for all, that my mother's name is Mary Anne, my father's name is Robert, and I'd be absolutely astounded if that ever changed between now and when I die!
I apologize, Mr. Minister. I'm really ticked off this morning. Between you and me, I've had enough! You send the application to my house, then you ask me for my address. What's going on? You have a gang of Neanderthals workin' there?
Look at my picture. Do I look like bin Ladin? I don't want to dig up Yasser Arafat, for crying out loud. I just want to go and park my butt on a sandy beach. And would someone please tell me, why would you give a darn whether I plan on visiting a farm in the next 15 days! If I ever got the urge to do something weird to a chicken or a goat, believe you me, I'd sure as heck not want to tell anyone!
Well, I have to go now, because I have to go to the other end of the city and get another copy of my birth certificate, to the tune of $60! Would it be so complicated to have all the services in the same spot to assist in the issuance of a new passport the same day?? Noooooo, that be too easy, and maybe make sense.
You'd rather have us running around all over the place like chickens with their heads cut off, then find some dingbat to confirm that it's really me on the stupid picture -- you know, the one we were not allowed to smile? Hey, you know why we can't smile? We're ticked off!

Signed -- an Irate Canadian citizen


-The Coffee Mate
Sept 11, 2009