Category Archives: My Neighbour Errol
My Neighbour Errol: Smug
Stupid smug smuggers smuggy face jerk wanna punch him in his stupid smug….
Sigh.
As many of you may know, I am a bit of a fan of the Myst franchise. Understatement? Yes.
I am as obsessed as Brad Dourif is crazy
My Neighbour Errol- Projects
When it comes to our projects, Errol and I have a system.
Errol thinks up some fantastical creative endeavor.
Errol gets excited about said fantastical creative endeavor.
Errol tells me that we are now doing the creative endeavor. Read the rest of this entry
My Neighbour Errol: Group Chat
Have you ever been to a friend’s house with a particularly hyper dog? You know the type. Your finger barely hovers over the doorbell before a barrage of barking comes hurtling towards you with crazy spasms of joy.
Let’s face it…this is an excuse to post pictures of crazy dogs.
You try to calm him down, but he can barely contain the excitement for his new found friend and the only thing that will keep him from mauling you with love is the NEXT person that happens to come to the door. Read the rest of this entry
My Neighbour Errol: Trees
Sigh…
As many of you have probably surmised by now, Errol is a 10 year old boy living in a 42 year old man’s body.
I probably don’t even need photo evidence.
My Neighbour Errol- Milkshakes
The other day I got a text from Errol. It said as follows:
“We are going to Stratford to hang with a friend. Kids are hungry so we stopped here. They serve milkshakes…I am THE most weak willed person on the planet.”
It was followed by this picture.
Seems innocent enough. So he wants a milkshake. So what? What’s so bad about that? At worst, he’ll gain five pounds and then proceed to curse the heavens for his poor metabolism (oh wait…that’s what I do…). Read the rest of this entry
My Neighbour Errol: Guessing Games Part 2
I thought it was done. I thought it was over with. I thought that perhaps Errol had gotten bored or distracted or had simply run out of body parts.
I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up. There in my texts this morning was a brand new “Guess the body part” photo. And yes, it was a body part that looked like a butt.
But you know what? This time I refuse to suffer alone in this. He wants to play a game? Well, I want others to play the game too. So I’m sharing it with you. The Internets. So that you too may share in the joy that is guessing which of Errol’s body parts looks like a butt.
Warning, the below picture, while the most tame of the bunch so far, still kind of looks like a butt. So cast your votes!…Which body part is this?!
My Neighbour Errol- Nature
Three MNE’s in a row?! Actually this is just a quick video I thought I’d share :D. Never let Errol near nature. Ever.
Not to worry though. I did save the plant. It’s growing roots now! And yes, that is a wine glass it’s planted in.
My Neighbour Errol: Disneyland
I don’t consider myself a bitter or jealous person. I don’t hold grudges. I’m happy for my friends when they have awesome news. Oh, sure there are certain things in life that I would like to be easier. Money, time, a man servant to do my bidding….
He could chop all my vegetables!
But still, I like to think that I’m content with what I have and that I don’t spend my days embittered about all the things I don’t have. Read the rest of this entry
My Neighbour Errol: Phone Volume
This morning I was on my usual phone call with Errol. I was approaching the Second Cup and as per usual had to announce I was getting some tea and couldn’t talk, thus giving him the opening to torment me.
Normally I have my headphones so that at the very least I don’t look rude standing there with a phone to my ear. This morning though I had forgotten them.
So I thought to myself “Hey Manda, just take the phone away from your ear! That way you’ll be polite AND you won’t have to risk hearing Errol attempt to embarrass you!”
The following is an accurate description of what happened.
Me: (removes phone from ear) Hi, I’d like—
Errol’s voice: BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRP
Me: (looks slightly horrified as the belch reverberates through the otherwise silent Second Cup)
Pause.
Errol’s voice: Everyone’s staring at me!
Baristas: (attempt to ignore everything that just happened)
In retrospect, turning the phone volume down would have been a better idea. I will never learn.
My Neighbour Errol- Serious Talks
Believe it or not, Errol has the ability to be quite serious.
No, really!
There we will be, chatting away when suddenly he will pause for a moment. Then, quite out of the blue, he will open up and want to talk about serious life issues or philosophy or simply vent about something that’s been on his mind. He will say surprisingly profound statements, speaking in a quiet, serious tone that doesn’t often come out.
Then he will burp. Loudly. And wonder why I haven’t offered to buy him wings. Read the rest of this entry
Thoughts from the Test Chamber 