My Apartment Has Gremlins

I'm pretty convinced that somewhere in my apartment there is a secret access panel to gain entry from the outside. Since I moved into my apartment about 6 months ago, random things are disappearing from my room including things that I wouldn't have any interest in moving from their normal spots. They include, but are not limited to my T4, toothpaste, cologne, soap, dvds, toilet paper, tums, clothes and lighters. Since most of the items in question were last seen in my bathroom, I decided to turn to my own detective skills to track down the culprit(s). After all, one never truly appreciates the subtle world of toiletries until he/she is without them and in need.
I started my search around the toilet area, fearing that those guilty may have gained entry using advanced special forces scuba techniques. Nothing seemed out of place except the unsightly ring around the bowl, which I quickly took care of, putting even Mr. Clean to shame. My search then turned to the bathtub. Perhaps there was an entrance of some kind? I could not locate any crease, and with a small push was unable to find an Indiana Jones-esque secret door. I was unconvinced that no such door existed as there could be a locking mechanism on the other side but moved on.
A further search of the cupboards and medicine cabinet came up empty. My patience was running thin.
After being laughed out of the building management's office (apparently they don't do gremlin fumigation), I decided that for the time being, not much else could be done. My last ditch effort was to utilize a roll of my beloved 2-ply in the middle of the bathroom floor with a string attached to see if I could catch this greasy sneak. I would not give up, believing that those guilty must be brought to justice.
I gave up the next day. Motivation does not stay in such situations. I will share my things, but next time could these bandits at least leave a note?

Happy hump day,

Blake

Blogging 101

I've been holding back for the longest time from starting a blog, but have finally caved after seeing how fun it would be to just be able to spout off about anything, anytime.
I figured doing this would be much more fun than taking any of the hundreds of "happy pills" available and far more legal than hitting random strangers with large pieces of rubber tubing purchased at the local Rona.
I've been paying close attention to blogs written by friends and family, and have delighted in some of the humour in them. One of these blogs is written by my brother-in-law, Shane, concerning the birth of his second son, Kyron (my nephew). Scroll over to his site at www.calgarydaddy.com, but may you get horrible pink eye if you dare go there before reading mine.
By now I've seen at least 3 different blogs created by Shane and am fairly convinced that he has more of them than he does diapers for the baby.
I don't think I have a chance to win over the female crowd from his site unless I posted a hundred pictures of kittens, puppies, babies, and perhaps chocolate to slowly lure them in. And by that time I'd have no idea what else to do (the things named are all I know that women like).
I've been struggling to think of a general topic to use for most of my blogs, and have landed on the conclusion that it really doesn't matter. Politics, humour, animals, family or why I love my new socks could all be used as topics for discussion, though it would be quite the feat to put them all together and blog about it.
Another friend followed Shane's blogging brick road a short while ago. Jill has finally crossed the realm by taking her twisted mind and putting it in print. Her blog can be found at
http://dont-you-hate-pants.blogspot.com. As before, may you get athlete's foot in the face if you dare cross before finishing your daily reading of my blog :) Speak of the Devil, I think I'll just end it there and let you freaks go about your daily business however normal or demented that may be.

Cheers,

Blake