Here we are, at the end of another year. If you believe the Mayan calendar, we won't see the end of 2012, so you'd best milk tonight's party for all it's worth. I however, plan on being the pain in the arse who lives past the 2012 Dooms Day. I figure all the people of great annoyance will be gone. That aside, I'm too darn stubborn to end with the rest of the world.
Anyways, I thought I'd take a few moments to reflect back on this year. Perhaps when I'm done, you'll do the same.
Back in January, I started my last six months in the slitters at ArcelorMittal Dofasco. I had to work New Year's Eve last year, but that was alright because we ordered in Chinese food, and had our own, ever-so-small soiree. The lunch room had a few banners taped up, perhaps some New Year's party table cloths, and I do believe one of my co-workers brought in a few bottles of that sparkling, glorified juice that's like a non-alcoholic champagne. As well, Allie celebrated her 18th birthday, and what a year for it too. After all, this year was not only coming with a Federal election, but a Provincial one as well. Hello, first time voter!
I was out at Timmie's one night with a friend of mine, back in February, if memory serves, when she told me that her brother was getting married in the Dominican. It was then that I was invited to go along. Of course, I said hell yes. After all, the last time I went on an out-of-country adventure was 2007 when I went to Germany.
March 10, 2011 meant that my cousin had one year left to endure with his cancer treatment. Need more be said on that subject. Also, the Tim Horton's Brier was held in London, Ontario back in March at the John Labatt Centre, and my mum, aunt, and I all went for the opening weekend. That marked my second-ever Brier. My first one was at Copps Coliseum back in March 2007 (I'm seeing a 2007/ 2011 trend going on here). While at my second-ever Brier, I was able to meet Team Kevin Martin from Alberta, which is my favourite curling team. It may not sound very exciting to the rest of the world, but to me, it was awesome!
Once April hit, I received an invitation to the first of four weddings that I would be attending this year. My friend's mother was getting married, and I made the short list of invitees. I don't think anything else occured during April, except for my mother's birthday, and my neighbour's as well.
May was a busy month. To start, there was the Federal election. Like I always do, I hit up the advance polls. Usually, I do that because I don't want to endure the crowds at the polling stations. This year, though, I actually had to work on election night, so since I had to sleep during the day, going to the advance polls worked out for the best anyway. I was like the Unofficial Slitter Elections Correspondent for the evening. I kept myself signed in to the computer all night in the shipping pulpit, and between my mum and Allie, I was receiving constant election updates. Though there were many people who didn't shiveagit (okay, so they didn't find the election to be nearly as exciting as I do), there were still a couple of people who would call me in the pulpit asking who was in the lead. The results were fascinating. Stephen Harper won his third consecutive election, and this time, it was a Majority Government, but the most talked-about result hands-down was definitely the Official Opposition outcome. The Liberals were taken down (goodbye, Michael Ignatieff), and the NDP, led by Jack Layton, became the new Opposition party. As well, Elizabeth May, with her Green party, actually managed to win a seat in the House of Commons. And people say politics isn't exciting. Oh, I also cannot forget that my friend's mum got married on Friday the 13. It was a good time. I'm glad I didn't miss it.
June was also an interesting month for me. My time at Dofasco had come to an end. Having to readjust wasn't easy. Sure, my contract ended at the perfect time, but trying to transition back to normal was a pain. I probably took a good two weeks to get my body back into a proper, healthy, sleep schedule. As well, I helped one of my former co-workers (it had only been a week, if that, since we were no longer working together) move into one of the new surveys in my community. It was then that I discovered just how much my home had changed. Not only had I never heard of the road that her new house was on, but I actually had to go to Google Maps, and get directions. The saddest part about that is she only lives three minutes away from me.
Hands down, July was probably the busiest month for me this year. It was also the most fun, interesting, sad, and irksome, if that makes any sense. Like always, my family hit up the Dofasco Rec Park for Canada Day festivities. Some of our family came out from London, Ontario, to join us, and like always, we had a blast. I saw another former co-worker, and like every year, the entertainment was fantastic. July 18 also marked the day that my Great Gram, who was 97 years old at the time, moved out of her house, and into a retirement home. Such a thing may not seem like it'd be sad, but for us it was. We had started taking care of my Great Gram when I was four years old, so for it to just all of a sudden cease was very strange and foreign to me. The original reason why she had to leave was because my mum was having knee surgery. Kudos to Dofasco for ending my contract back in June, because someone needed to be home to give my mother a hand. As well, Allie and I decided to take a trip to Montreal. We took the train out, got lost trying to find our way to the hotel, got lost again looking for the old city, went clubbing, shopping, and explored McGill University before bringing the train back home. The day we left for Montreal was the day that had the record high for heat (I think my aunt's thermometer read 50 degrees Celsius) which was most unpleasant, even on the train as the air conditioning wasn't always on, and when it was, you felt like you were in a meat locker. July also marked the second wedding that I would be attending this year. It was nice. It was at a cottage, and the ceremony was held on the beach at sunset.
August was another interesting month, but thankfully, less busy. Jack Layton, the leader of the Official Opposition, had stepped down, with the intent of taking a temporary leave, due to his cancer returning. Tragically, on August 22, he passed on. He didn't get to lead the Opposition for very long, but he certainly left a mark in the pages of the Canadian history books. I was never a Layton fan, though I respected his speaking abilities, but to go so far only to never use the outcome of his hard work to his full potential really was quite sad.
Come September, Allie started her first year at university. As well, there was the Binbrook Fair, Great Gram celebrated her 98th birthday, and I started my first-ever blog (yes, it is the one you're currently reading). Also, I had started to get back to job hunting, and I enlisted the help of Goodwill Career Services. At the moment, I'm still with them as I'm still looking for work (if you know of anything that's up my alley, please, send some information my way).
Once again, October was a crazy busy month. I attended my third wedding on the Saturday of the Thanksgiving weekend (and for the record, it was a blast!). Not only was the couple friends of ours, but they were our neighbours too (until they moved to a neighbouring community, though the rest of the family is still a few minutes away). Of course, there was Thanksgiving as well, but there was another tradition that I took part in yet again. One of my childhood friends and I, the past few years, have made a habit of going to Rockton to its community's fair, which is always on Thanksgiving weekend, and hitting up their demolition derby. As always, it was most enjoyable, though I still remain biased about Binbrook's fair. But, the one thing that works in Rockton's favour is the panzerolli guy is there (think pizza done perogie style). This year, though, Thanksgiving wasn't as much fun as it could have been because I was unwell for the last half of it, and for most of the week following. Don't go thinking that October wasn't any good as a result, though, because I'm an October baby, and keeping with tradition, I had my Annual Film Fest, where we celebrate the absolute worst in thriller, horror and sci-fi. And we can't forget that October also came with elections in Ontario. I'm still bitter that the Liberals won, but at least who I voted for in my riding was successful.
November was a really good month too. I was finally able to attend the Remembrance Day service at the Canadian Warplane Heritage Museum, which I hadn't been able to do the last few years. While I was there, I ran into my friend's dad, and was able to have a great catch-up and visit with him. I hadn't seen him in about two years. The service reception was held at the 447 Wing's new location. I hadn't been to the Wing since it moved. They've done a real nice job of the place. But, no matter how good it looks, it's just not the same (when I was a cadet, we'd hold many squadron activities at the wing. It was another home for us). November was also when I went to the Dominican for a week for my friend's brother's wedding. I had never been, and it was amazing. The resort was beautiful, there was always something to do, and I met some awesome people. I tried snuba (think scuba diving, but you're hooked up to an air hose, instead of carrying a tank on your back), discovered that wearing summer clothes in November was just strange, and became tired of alcohol really freaking quick. That being said, I would love to go back.
Finally, we've come to December. Christmas this year was a little strange because Great Gram wasn't in here for breakfast. But, we went to see her in the home, and had a really good day. We went visiting many days this month to friends and family, many people came here, and now tonight, we celebrate the end of one year, and the entrance of another.
Well, I think that concludes my review of 2011. May your 2012 be healthy, fulfilling, fun, and may the world not end next December. Of course, if it does, I encourage you to be a stubborn pain in the arse, and survive with me.
Saturday, 31 December 2011
Friday, 30 December 2011
Resolution Time Again
The end of the year is quickly creeping upon us again, and with it, the need to make new year resolutions. I was thinking to myself the other day, do I really want to make any resolutions? They can feel so mandatory, but sometimes, that resolution is the motivation you need to get something done. With the mandatory thought in my mind, I originally figured I wouldn't resolve to do anything. But then when I got to thinking some more, I decided that yes, I would make a couple of resolutions. They don't always have to feel like a punishment. Don't worry, the two I decided upon are quite reasonable.
My first resolution is to find a job, and get off EI. I know that I will end up with employment, so perhaps this resolution was a bit of a cheat, but hey, I wanted to put something on the list that I could accomplish. If that means placing, "find a job that isn't filthy, grimy, sweaty, or involves rotating shifts," at the top of my list, then so be it.
My other resolution could present a bit of a challenge, but it is still feasible. I want to move out. I love my family, I really do, however, they make me crazy. Also, I want to get on with the next chapter of my life, and get back that freedom and independence that I had when I lived in Thunder Bay. Is that so bad?
I don't know if I'll add anything to that list, but at least I opted to do something. What are you going to do?
My first resolution is to find a job, and get off EI. I know that I will end up with employment, so perhaps this resolution was a bit of a cheat, but hey, I wanted to put something on the list that I could accomplish. If that means placing, "find a job that isn't filthy, grimy, sweaty, or involves rotating shifts," at the top of my list, then so be it.
My other resolution could present a bit of a challenge, but it is still feasible. I want to move out. I love my family, I really do, however, they make me crazy. Also, I want to get on with the next chapter of my life, and get back that freedom and independence that I had when I lived in Thunder Bay. Is that so bad?
I don't know if I'll add anything to that list, but at least I opted to do something. What are you going to do?
Saturday, 24 December 2011
Happy Christmas Eve
Those of us who celebrate Christmas are likely becoming very excited, or at the very least, I am! One more sleep, and Christmas will be here. Like most people who celebrate Christmas, Allie and I have 24th traditions that we will be partaking in yet again this year.
Our grandparents used to come over on Christmas Eve for some holiday cheer. That hasn't happened in eons, but my and Allie's grandpa will come out during the week when he's done work, and drop off our Christmas prezzies. Come Christmas Eve, my family and I will sit and go through what our grandparents gave us. It's not quite the same, but it's still enjoyable.
If you've read my December post, "Whoville-What?" you'll know that Allie and I are the proud owners of the game Whoville-opoly. Once Christmas Eve hits, you can bet that Allie and I will be playing that came, with either bad holiday specials playing in the background (on mute so we can listen to music), or our favourite Christmas movies.
Christmas Eve is the only time that I still have the potential of being given a bed time (you'd think that at 24, that wouldn't be an issue anymore, but apparently such isn't the case). But that's okay, because I'm usually very much like a child this time of year, and I'm too darn excited to sleep. Mum would kick Allie and I off to bed, even in our teens (and as we've established, in my twenties), so Santa can arrive. I get even, though, because I'm usually the first person up Christmas morning. Allie gets pounced on, and once she's done throwing me out of her room, we go and jump on our parents. As I said, it's all about being a kid again.
Omar usually comes over for Christmas Eve. This year, he won't be able to make it as he has other things doing, but at least he'll be over on Boxing Day for a traditional Christmas dinner. Allie and I will definitely miss him this year for Wholville-opoly shenanigans, but I'm certain we'll get him to play on the 26th.
I'm one of Santa's little helpers, so tonight, I get to do the ultimate puzzle: getting everything to fit into the momma's stocking. As difficult as it can be, stuffing mum's stocking is actually a ton of fun. That being said, I wouldn't want to do many more than that. How Santa manages to fill so many in one go boggles my mind.
Anyways, as we all likely have many things to finish before the big day, I will end by saying Happy-Whatever-You-Celebrate! May Santa (or Hanukkah Harry) be good to you tonight!
Our grandparents used to come over on Christmas Eve for some holiday cheer. That hasn't happened in eons, but my and Allie's grandpa will come out during the week when he's done work, and drop off our Christmas prezzies. Come Christmas Eve, my family and I will sit and go through what our grandparents gave us. It's not quite the same, but it's still enjoyable.
If you've read my December post, "Whoville-What?" you'll know that Allie and I are the proud owners of the game Whoville-opoly. Once Christmas Eve hits, you can bet that Allie and I will be playing that came, with either bad holiday specials playing in the background (on mute so we can listen to music), or our favourite Christmas movies.
Christmas Eve is the only time that I still have the potential of being given a bed time (you'd think that at 24, that wouldn't be an issue anymore, but apparently such isn't the case). But that's okay, because I'm usually very much like a child this time of year, and I'm too darn excited to sleep. Mum would kick Allie and I off to bed, even in our teens (and as we've established, in my twenties), so Santa can arrive. I get even, though, because I'm usually the first person up Christmas morning. Allie gets pounced on, and once she's done throwing me out of her room, we go and jump on our parents. As I said, it's all about being a kid again.
Omar usually comes over for Christmas Eve. This year, he won't be able to make it as he has other things doing, but at least he'll be over on Boxing Day for a traditional Christmas dinner. Allie and I will definitely miss him this year for Wholville-opoly shenanigans, but I'm certain we'll get him to play on the 26th.
I'm one of Santa's little helpers, so tonight, I get to do the ultimate puzzle: getting everything to fit into the momma's stocking. As difficult as it can be, stuffing mum's stocking is actually a ton of fun. That being said, I wouldn't want to do many more than that. How Santa manages to fill so many in one go boggles my mind.
Anyways, as we all likely have many things to finish before the big day, I will end by saying Happy-Whatever-You-Celebrate! May Santa (or Hanukkah Harry) be good to you tonight!
Thursday, 22 December 2011
It's Beginning to Smell A Lot Like Christmas...
Smell like Christmas. Yes, that statement can raise a question or two, but those who celebrate the holiday can't deny that there are certain scents that are a must. In my mind, there are certain smells that accompany the season, such as our wood stove, which runs full tilt during the winter months, or peppermint-scented candles. Today, though, was a Christmas smell that our house would be completely lost without: Allie baking her Christmas cookies!
For the brunt of today, our house transitioned from one cookie mix to the next. First, there was the aroma of chocolate cake in the air. You may be wondering what chocolate cake has to do with cookies, but Allie's trying something new this year, and is in the process of making cake pops (think lollipops, but with cake). Soon after, that scent was replaced by the one of Skor cookies. If you remember the toffee cookies you could get from Tim Horton's (I don't know if Timmie's still sells them), the Skor cookies taste exactly like them.
Have you ever tried gingerbread that's been made with butterscotch pudding? I hadn't until today. Such an idea may come across as strange, but I promise you, it is delicious. Should you be interested, I do believe Allie got the recipe off the Kraft Canada website.
Finally, the house had the wonderful aroma of peanut butter cookies floating throughout. These aren't your ordinary peanut butter cookies, though. Once the cookies have come out of the oven, and cooled slightly, Allie gently presses a Hershey kiss into each cookie. I'm not a big chocolate fan, but that kiss addition is what takes those cookies to the next level.
The smells of Christmas breakfast and dinner will always be fantastic, but the scent of Allie's Christmas cookies will always reign supreme.
For the brunt of today, our house transitioned from one cookie mix to the next. First, there was the aroma of chocolate cake in the air. You may be wondering what chocolate cake has to do with cookies, but Allie's trying something new this year, and is in the process of making cake pops (think lollipops, but with cake). Soon after, that scent was replaced by the one of Skor cookies. If you remember the toffee cookies you could get from Tim Horton's (I don't know if Timmie's still sells them), the Skor cookies taste exactly like them.
Have you ever tried gingerbread that's been made with butterscotch pudding? I hadn't until today. Such an idea may come across as strange, but I promise you, it is delicious. Should you be interested, I do believe Allie got the recipe off the Kraft Canada website.
Finally, the house had the wonderful aroma of peanut butter cookies floating throughout. These aren't your ordinary peanut butter cookies, though. Once the cookies have come out of the oven, and cooled slightly, Allie gently presses a Hershey kiss into each cookie. I'm not a big chocolate fan, but that kiss addition is what takes those cookies to the next level.
The smells of Christmas breakfast and dinner will always be fantastic, but the scent of Allie's Christmas cookies will always reign supreme.
Whoville-what?
Allie and I have a holiday tradition. Christmas isn't allowed to come in our household until Allie and I have played Whoville-opoly. It. Is. AWESOME!
It's the How the Grinch Stole Christmas monopoly!
Whoville-opoly is played the same way as regular Monopoly, but, of course, this version seems much more fun. Instead of having the typical Monopoly game characters, you could be the Grinch, Max, the Heart That Grew Three Sizes That Day, the Rare Who Roast Beast, a stocking... More often than not, I choose to be the Rare Who Roast Beast.
If you recall, the original version sends you to jail. Not this one! If you're being punished, you're sent to suffer in the Grinch's Cave. As well, instead of buying houses and hotels, you start purchasing presents, and then make your way up to Christmas trees.
The squares have some awesome names too. You have Eggnogger Cloggers, Bloobedy Blah Blah, Whoville Town Square. The names don't get to be any more sane either. Also, where the original Monopoly has multiple railroads, Whoville-opoly has "presents" instead: Who Boxes, Who Packages, Who Bags, Who Tags.
I could go on about how much fun this Christmas favourite is, but I think you get the idea. If you're ever at my house during the Christmas season, Allie and I would be more than happy to play with you. I warn you, though, she can be like the Grinch: She takes great joy in running other Whos into the ground, and reaping all the rewards for herself (then again, she is a chartered accounting student, so that explains everything).
Happy Who-lidays!
Whoville-opoly is played the same way as regular Monopoly, but, of course, this version seems much more fun. Instead of having the typical Monopoly game characters, you could be the Grinch, Max, the Heart That Grew Three Sizes That Day, the Rare Who Roast Beast, a stocking... More often than not, I choose to be the Rare Who Roast Beast.
If you recall, the original version sends you to jail. Not this one! If you're being punished, you're sent to suffer in the Grinch's Cave. As well, instead of buying houses and hotels, you start purchasing presents, and then make your way up to Christmas trees.
The squares have some awesome names too. You have Eggnogger Cloggers, Bloobedy Blah Blah, Whoville Town Square. The names don't get to be any more sane either. Also, where the original Monopoly has multiple railroads, Whoville-opoly has "presents" instead: Who Boxes, Who Packages, Who Bags, Who Tags.
I could go on about how much fun this Christmas favourite is, but I think you get the idea. If you're ever at my house during the Christmas season, Allie and I would be more than happy to play with you. I warn you, though, she can be like the Grinch: She takes great joy in running other Whos into the ground, and reaping all the rewards for herself (then again, she is a chartered accounting student, so that explains everything).
Happy Who-lidays!
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Weighing Yourself Down
I must confess that this was sparked by me foolishly eating Chinese food three meals in a row. I had it for dinner one night, and the following day, I had it as a late breakfast/ early lunch, and again for supper. I felt gross, and unhealthy, so I decided to do something about it, which involved me just being my usual self.
I don't watch the news that often, but I do generally tend to catch it from around this time, and into the new year. I enjoy learning what the "hottest" gifts will be (and more often than not, I don't care about what makes the awesome list, especially after receiving lightsabres last year), having health experts babble on about how to make your holiday meal more healthy (yes, because when the gravy and pie come out, all you're going to think of, especially those experts, is, "hmm, is this low fat, and what's my calorie count?"), but best of all, hearing the casters ramble off statistics for the most popular New Year's resolutions.
Not surprisingly, the top resolution involves people wanting to get back into shape. Apparently, come January, the number of gym memberships purchased goes through the roof. However, no matter how good these resolutions and intentions are, people tend to have a difficult time following through, and keeping up. And then the whining and complaining begins that there's just not enough time in the day, or that someone was busy, or that said person is just too darn tired. I'm not a health expert by any means, but I have a few ideas of how to remedy this problem, mainly because these are things that I do myself.
I've never made a New Year's Resolution to buy a gym membership, and hit it up "x" number of days a week. Why? Because I have the best gym ever in my own back yard. Granted, not everyone has 90 acres to play around with, but with something like this, it's a bonus, not a necessity. I think one of the big problems is a lack of motivation. Thinking to yourself, "ugh, I have to go work out," sounds miserable, doesn't it, or at least it does to me. So choose activities that are really exercise, but don't feel like it. The only things I do where I know and feel like I'm working out is when I use my weights and do sit-ups. The rest of the time, I feel like a child playing again. I have an arena in my back yard. The admission is cheap, and there are public skates multiple days a week. On Saturdays, I hit it up for date night. At the Glanbrook Arena, for a few dollars, you get to skate from 7:00-8:30, and when you have someone with you, or go with a group of friends, suddenly, you don't feel like you're working off that massive dinner you had before hand.
During the winter months, provided that we have snow on the ground, I love to cross country ski and snowshoe. When I'm on my skis, sometimes I like to pretend that I'm Becky Scott, and I'll see how fast I can go for how long. Go ahead and mock me. I may be in my twenties, but that doesn't mean I can't live out my childish Olympic dreams in my back yard (I know, I know, it's the closest I'm ever going to get). As well, there's something soothing about hearing the crunching of snow beneath your feet when snowshoeing. Yes, I feel my breathing getting heavier, and sure, I feel my legs getting tired, but at the same time, it's relaxing, and once again, it doesn't feel like exercise.
But what to do when there's no snow, it's just too darn cold to be outside, or there isn't an arena close by (which would really be a sad and tragic tale of woe)? That, I can hear you proclaiming, can be a problem. I know that not everyone is like me, and I'm not saying you have to be either. I'm just merely sharing what I do and what I have, one of those items being a heavy bag used for kick boxing. A half hour with that baby, and I'm good to go for a few days. I've taken kick boxing, which was what made me pine for a heavy bag.
Sidebar: Instead of purchasing a gym membership, see what clubs or rec centres may be around. Through ArcelorMittal Dofasco, I was able to take up kick boxing, while my mother did zumba. Yes, you know you're getting yourself back in shape, but when you're with a group of people doing something fun, suddenly, making yourself healthier isn't so miserable. I also used to play volleyball once a week at one of the local churches. I'd show up, drop $3 in the bin, and play for an hour and a half. As it was a drop-in, there was no obligation to return every week, so maybe see if there are any drop-in programs in your area too.
Naturally, winters goes away, and the nicer weather comes along, bringing with it a whole slew of females wanting to prep for swimsuit season, but that New Year's resolution seems so far gone (by no means am I excluding male-folk, I'm just thinking like a girl, nor am I refraining from saying that swimming is not only an awesome way to cool off, but to get yourself back into good physical condition). Once again, make use of the wonderful, free, outdoor playground you have around you. I love bike riding. As soon as the weather's warm enough to ditch the snow on the road, I'm on my bicycle. I think this year, I pulled my bike out in March, and I didn't put it away until late October. As I'm not privy to sidewalks, for me, my bicycle is my best exercise-that-feels-like-play option. For those of you who are lucky enough to have paved shoulders and sidewalks, have you ever considered roller blades? I'd love to get myself a pair, and take them down to the trail along Lake Ontario. Also, walking is really good for you too. Where I live, the roads are all hilly, so you definitely have to put forth some effort, but when I bring along my Ipod, or go with a group, the pain is eased.
Do you have a park in your area? The arena, which as I previously stated is in my back yard, has a full playground. I can honestly say that the swings are probably my favourite part. See where I'm going with this? Release your inner child, and go play at the park. The odd time, I've walked to the arena with one of my friends just to go play on the swings.
See? The trick is to find something that gets you active, but doesn't feel like it takes a ton of effort. Suddenly, that resolution isn't so difficult to maintain. To be honest, I've never made, "getting back into shape" one of my resolutions. I just do it naturally by taking advantage of the space I have, and by doing the things I love. Skating and bike riding have never looked so good, have they...
Now get out there, and play!
I don't watch the news that often, but I do generally tend to catch it from around this time, and into the new year. I enjoy learning what the "hottest" gifts will be (and more often than not, I don't care about what makes the awesome list, especially after receiving lightsabres last year), having health experts babble on about how to make your holiday meal more healthy (yes, because when the gravy and pie come out, all you're going to think of, especially those experts, is, "hmm, is this low fat, and what's my calorie count?"), but best of all, hearing the casters ramble off statistics for the most popular New Year's resolutions.
Not surprisingly, the top resolution involves people wanting to get back into shape. Apparently, come January, the number of gym memberships purchased goes through the roof. However, no matter how good these resolutions and intentions are, people tend to have a difficult time following through, and keeping up. And then the whining and complaining begins that there's just not enough time in the day, or that someone was busy, or that said person is just too darn tired. I'm not a health expert by any means, but I have a few ideas of how to remedy this problem, mainly because these are things that I do myself.
I've never made a New Year's Resolution to buy a gym membership, and hit it up "x" number of days a week. Why? Because I have the best gym ever in my own back yard. Granted, not everyone has 90 acres to play around with, but with something like this, it's a bonus, not a necessity. I think one of the big problems is a lack of motivation. Thinking to yourself, "ugh, I have to go work out," sounds miserable, doesn't it, or at least it does to me. So choose activities that are really exercise, but don't feel like it. The only things I do where I know and feel like I'm working out is when I use my weights and do sit-ups. The rest of the time, I feel like a child playing again. I have an arena in my back yard. The admission is cheap, and there are public skates multiple days a week. On Saturdays, I hit it up for date night. At the Glanbrook Arena, for a few dollars, you get to skate from 7:00-8:30, and when you have someone with you, or go with a group of friends, suddenly, you don't feel like you're working off that massive dinner you had before hand.
During the winter months, provided that we have snow on the ground, I love to cross country ski and snowshoe. When I'm on my skis, sometimes I like to pretend that I'm Becky Scott, and I'll see how fast I can go for how long. Go ahead and mock me. I may be in my twenties, but that doesn't mean I can't live out my childish Olympic dreams in my back yard (I know, I know, it's the closest I'm ever going to get). As well, there's something soothing about hearing the crunching of snow beneath your feet when snowshoeing. Yes, I feel my breathing getting heavier, and sure, I feel my legs getting tired, but at the same time, it's relaxing, and once again, it doesn't feel like exercise.
But what to do when there's no snow, it's just too darn cold to be outside, or there isn't an arena close by (which would really be a sad and tragic tale of woe)? That, I can hear you proclaiming, can be a problem. I know that not everyone is like me, and I'm not saying you have to be either. I'm just merely sharing what I do and what I have, one of those items being a heavy bag used for kick boxing. A half hour with that baby, and I'm good to go for a few days. I've taken kick boxing, which was what made me pine for a heavy bag.
Sidebar: Instead of purchasing a gym membership, see what clubs or rec centres may be around. Through ArcelorMittal Dofasco, I was able to take up kick boxing, while my mother did zumba. Yes, you know you're getting yourself back in shape, but when you're with a group of people doing something fun, suddenly, making yourself healthier isn't so miserable. I also used to play volleyball once a week at one of the local churches. I'd show up, drop $3 in the bin, and play for an hour and a half. As it was a drop-in, there was no obligation to return every week, so maybe see if there are any drop-in programs in your area too.
Naturally, winters goes away, and the nicer weather comes along, bringing with it a whole slew of females wanting to prep for swimsuit season, but that New Year's resolution seems so far gone (by no means am I excluding male-folk, I'm just thinking like a girl, nor am I refraining from saying that swimming is not only an awesome way to cool off, but to get yourself back into good physical condition). Once again, make use of the wonderful, free, outdoor playground you have around you. I love bike riding. As soon as the weather's warm enough to ditch the snow on the road, I'm on my bicycle. I think this year, I pulled my bike out in March, and I didn't put it away until late October. As I'm not privy to sidewalks, for me, my bicycle is my best exercise-that-feels-like-play option. For those of you who are lucky enough to have paved shoulders and sidewalks, have you ever considered roller blades? I'd love to get myself a pair, and take them down to the trail along Lake Ontario. Also, walking is really good for you too. Where I live, the roads are all hilly, so you definitely have to put forth some effort, but when I bring along my Ipod, or go with a group, the pain is eased.
Do you have a park in your area? The arena, which as I previously stated is in my back yard, has a full playground. I can honestly say that the swings are probably my favourite part. See where I'm going with this? Release your inner child, and go play at the park. The odd time, I've walked to the arena with one of my friends just to go play on the swings.
See? The trick is to find something that gets you active, but doesn't feel like it takes a ton of effort. Suddenly, that resolution isn't so difficult to maintain. To be honest, I've never made, "getting back into shape" one of my resolutions. I just do it naturally by taking advantage of the space I have, and by doing the things I love. Skating and bike riding have never looked so good, have they...
Now get out there, and play!
Sunday, 18 December 2011
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas...
...I just thought I'd share some of my favourite holiday fare.
Those of us who celebrate anything always have something that they've received that makes the favourite list. So, I figured I'd share some of my faves. I'm pretty sure my dork status will go through the roof, unless you're a geek yourself. Then I'd probably be deemed awesome.
If you've read the other posts in my, "12 Days of Christmas" series, the first two should jump right out at you. I'd shared a short story I wrote earlier this year titled, "A Wish Come True." If you've read it, then you'd know that the best present ever was my aunt coming home from England to visit me. As well, you'd figure out that I was a very exicted girl to find that Santa had brought me The Adventures of Robin Hood with Erroll Flynn.
I drive a Saturn. I love that car. I bought it off my dad when I was nineteen years old. It's blue, it's a 2002, and it's a standard. When I first purchased it, I really didn't have much by means of entertainment. It came with a radio, and that was it. No tape deck, no c.d player, and certainly no place to plug in my Ipod, so I'd have to hope for the best with the radio. The first Christmas I had my car, my dad decided to get me one extra gift. My mother wasn't in the know about it, so you could imagine her surprise, along with mine, when I removed the wrapping paper, and it was a car stereo. CD player, adapter for my Ipod, and my favourite part, a remote, so Allie could have her musical terrets without getting in the way of my shifter. Now before anyone gets any ideas, yes, I do remove the faceplate, thus making it useless for anyone who might want to swipe it.
However, last year, I hit the jackpot with geeky but awesome Christmas gifts. The first one was compliments of my dad. As I've probably stated in previous posts, I am a huge Star Wars fan, so when I was the recipient of a collectable Yoda bust, you can bet I was excited and happy. But that was just the beginning...
My friend Omar (aka the brother I never had) came over last year for Christmas dinner. My uncle arrived, before Omar did, and he says to me, "I have a gag gift for you, but you have to wait until Omar gets here before you can open it." Once Omar arrived, he and I were each given a long tube to unwrap. Don't we discover that they're lightsabres. They weren't the fancy ones by any means, but they still light up, make noises, and whenever you hit something, the colours change. I don't see how being given lightsabres was a gag, especially since Omar and I were quick to take them outside, and have an epic battle. He was all in black, and was therefore a Sith, I had a long, brown sweater, making me a Jedi, and as there was a bit of snow on the ground, we pretended that we were on the planet Hoth (it's from The Empire Strikes Back). Yes, I won, and yes, I do still bust out my lightsabres on occasion.
And there you have it, a small compilation of my favourite Christmas gifts. What are you faves? Do you still use them? If not, that's a shame. After all. nothing beats a good lightsabre battle.
Those of us who celebrate anything always have something that they've received that makes the favourite list. So, I figured I'd share some of my faves. I'm pretty sure my dork status will go through the roof, unless you're a geek yourself. Then I'd probably be deemed awesome.
If you've read the other posts in my, "12 Days of Christmas" series, the first two should jump right out at you. I'd shared a short story I wrote earlier this year titled, "A Wish Come True." If you've read it, then you'd know that the best present ever was my aunt coming home from England to visit me. As well, you'd figure out that I was a very exicted girl to find that Santa had brought me The Adventures of Robin Hood with Erroll Flynn.
I drive a Saturn. I love that car. I bought it off my dad when I was nineteen years old. It's blue, it's a 2002, and it's a standard. When I first purchased it, I really didn't have much by means of entertainment. It came with a radio, and that was it. No tape deck, no c.d player, and certainly no place to plug in my Ipod, so I'd have to hope for the best with the radio. The first Christmas I had my car, my dad decided to get me one extra gift. My mother wasn't in the know about it, so you could imagine her surprise, along with mine, when I removed the wrapping paper, and it was a car stereo. CD player, adapter for my Ipod, and my favourite part, a remote, so Allie could have her musical terrets without getting in the way of my shifter. Now before anyone gets any ideas, yes, I do remove the faceplate, thus making it useless for anyone who might want to swipe it.
However, last year, I hit the jackpot with geeky but awesome Christmas gifts. The first one was compliments of my dad. As I've probably stated in previous posts, I am a huge Star Wars fan, so when I was the recipient of a collectable Yoda bust, you can bet I was excited and happy. But that was just the beginning...
My friend Omar (aka the brother I never had) came over last year for Christmas dinner. My uncle arrived, before Omar did, and he says to me, "I have a gag gift for you, but you have to wait until Omar gets here before you can open it." Once Omar arrived, he and I were each given a long tube to unwrap. Don't we discover that they're lightsabres. They weren't the fancy ones by any means, but they still light up, make noises, and whenever you hit something, the colours change. I don't see how being given lightsabres was a gag, especially since Omar and I were quick to take them outside, and have an epic battle. He was all in black, and was therefore a Sith, I had a long, brown sweater, making me a Jedi, and as there was a bit of snow on the ground, we pretended that we were on the planet Hoth (it's from The Empire Strikes Back). Yes, I won, and yes, I do still bust out my lightsabres on occasion.
And there you have it, a small compilation of my favourite Christmas gifts. What are you faves? Do you still use them? If not, that's a shame. After all. nothing beats a good lightsabre battle.
That...Annoying...Dramatic...Pause
I don't know if you've heard of the television show Recipe to Riches at all. If you haven't, it was a contest throughout this wonderful country of ours for seven new President's Choice products. Each of those winners recieved a monetary prize, and the big winner would be the recipient of an even grander sum of money.
Well, I was watching the finale this evening (it was a replay from earlier, but I digress), and as always, the host was guilty of committing one of my pet peeves: the drawn-out dramatic pause. I can understand having a pause for a single heart beat, perhaps two, but beyond that is just foolish.
Somehow, I doubt I'm the only one who finds such pauses incredibly irksome. It's like a miserable William Shatner. Just. Because. He. Was. Able. To... Draw... Everything out... Doesn't. Mean. That... Everyone... Else... Has. To... Do the same. Annoying, right?
Whoever said, "hey, let's have long, drawn-out pauses," ought to be fired. You're not creating drama, you're not creating tension, you're just really irritating the viewers. You're reading a card. I doubt it has more than a single sentence, and I get the feeling that it's not that long either. Probably something along the lines of, "And the winner is... (insert name here)." Am I right?
But seriously, though, the space between, "and the winner is..." and the name of said person is so damn long that I could probably cook a multi-course dinner, take a nice, long, bath, or make like Rip Van Winkle. If you have that much time to waste on a show, then the length ought to be shortened, or find some other useful tidbits to fill up the space.
I know, I know, I really shoudn't be so irritated by a television host's duties, but when it's late, and all you want to do is go to bed, drawing out the good news doesn't help. If you're like me, you'll fall asleep, miss the grand anouncement, and then have to catch everything on reruns again anyways. Perhaps that's why I don't really watch reality t.v anymore, but the rest of that is a whole other tangent in itself...
Well, I was watching the finale this evening (it was a replay from earlier, but I digress), and as always, the host was guilty of committing one of my pet peeves: the drawn-out dramatic pause. I can understand having a pause for a single heart beat, perhaps two, but beyond that is just foolish.
Somehow, I doubt I'm the only one who finds such pauses incredibly irksome. It's like a miserable William Shatner. Just. Because. He. Was. Able. To... Draw... Everything out... Doesn't. Mean. That... Everyone... Else... Has. To... Do the same. Annoying, right?
Whoever said, "hey, let's have long, drawn-out pauses," ought to be fired. You're not creating drama, you're not creating tension, you're just really irritating the viewers. You're reading a card. I doubt it has more than a single sentence, and I get the feeling that it's not that long either. Probably something along the lines of, "And the winner is... (insert name here)." Am I right?
But seriously, though, the space between, "and the winner is..." and the name of said person is so damn long that I could probably cook a multi-course dinner, take a nice, long, bath, or make like Rip Van Winkle. If you have that much time to waste on a show, then the length ought to be shortened, or find some other useful tidbits to fill up the space.
I know, I know, I really shoudn't be so irritated by a television host's duties, but when it's late, and all you want to do is go to bed, drawing out the good news doesn't help. If you're like me, you'll fall asleep, miss the grand anouncement, and then have to catch everything on reruns again anyways. Perhaps that's why I don't really watch reality t.v anymore, but the rest of that is a whole other tangent in itself...
Saturday, 17 December 2011
My New-ish Music Obsessions
Lately, I've been on some rather interesting musical kicks. As for how new, or how old some of the stuff I've been listening to lately is, I have no idea, but they're new enough for me.
One of the bands I can't seem to get enough of as of late is the Asteroids Galaxy Tour. I have a television commercial to blame for that. If you've ever seen the Heineken commercial where they guy comes in making a grand entrance, doing everything from drawing an imaginary pistol, to some fancy martial arts, the band singing in the background is the Asteroids Galaxy Tour ("I wish I lived in the golden age, giving it up on the broadway stage..."
Certainly, "The Golden Age" is a great song, but that's not the one that I've been listening to non-stop lately. If you've heard of Men Without Hats, then you've definitely heard their song, "The Safety Dance." Well, the Asteroids Galaxy Tour did a cover of said song, and quite frankly, I love it more than the original!
I seriously don't know if I have the right word in my arsenal of vocabulary to describe how much I enjoy Mette Lindbergh.
I have Google Reader, and one of the sites I subscribe to is called The Awesomer. Because of The Awesomer, I discovered 2Cellos (Sulic and Hauser). Their big break-out was their cover of Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal." After that, I found their version of, "Welcome to the Jungle," and, "Smells Like Teen Spirit." All, by the way, are awesome.
2Cellos covered a song called, "Hurt." I had no idea who did that song, but I thought it was beautiful, raw, awesome. Basically, what music is supposed to be. Don't I find out that Nine Inch Nails (who aren't exactly classical or quiet) did this song. I couldn't believe it. So if you're familiar with NIN's version, but not Sulic and Hauser's, give this a listen.
If you didn't feel anything listening to their version, you are clearly void of all musical emotion.
Last, is a song I heard for the first time earlier this week. Once again, a television commercial is to blame. I saw this commercial for some perfume called J'Adore. Charlize Theron's in it, and the song that was used was just epic in so many ways. At first, my mum and I thought that perhaps the vocalist was Dolly Parton, as the tone was about as close as damn is to swearing. Turns out, we were wrong.
I'd heard of Gossip, but I'd never heard any of their stuff. Turns out, their song, "Heavy Cross" was the one used. I've become addicted to it. But what can I say? Beth Ditto's a powerhouse, or at least in my mind.
Yeah, Ditto's definitely about as opposite of Dolly Parton as you can get, but she does sound a bit similar.
So there you have them, my current musical addictions. If you've never heard of any of these artists, then I hope I've broadened your musical horizons. If you already knew who these musicians were, shame on you for holding out on me.
One of the bands I can't seem to get enough of as of late is the Asteroids Galaxy Tour. I have a television commercial to blame for that. If you've ever seen the Heineken commercial where they guy comes in making a grand entrance, doing everything from drawing an imaginary pistol, to some fancy martial arts, the band singing in the background is the Asteroids Galaxy Tour ("I wish I lived in the golden age, giving it up on the broadway stage..."
Certainly, "The Golden Age" is a great song, but that's not the one that I've been listening to non-stop lately. If you've heard of Men Without Hats, then you've definitely heard their song, "The Safety Dance." Well, the Asteroids Galaxy Tour did a cover of said song, and quite frankly, I love it more than the original!
I seriously don't know if I have the right word in my arsenal of vocabulary to describe how much I enjoy Mette Lindbergh.
I have Google Reader, and one of the sites I subscribe to is called The Awesomer. Because of The Awesomer, I discovered 2Cellos (Sulic and Hauser). Their big break-out was their cover of Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal." After that, I found their version of, "Welcome to the Jungle," and, "Smells Like Teen Spirit." All, by the way, are awesome.
2Cellos covered a song called, "Hurt." I had no idea who did that song, but I thought it was beautiful, raw, awesome. Basically, what music is supposed to be. Don't I find out that Nine Inch Nails (who aren't exactly classical or quiet) did this song. I couldn't believe it. So if you're familiar with NIN's version, but not Sulic and Hauser's, give this a listen.
If you didn't feel anything listening to their version, you are clearly void of all musical emotion.
Last, is a song I heard for the first time earlier this week. Once again, a television commercial is to blame. I saw this commercial for some perfume called J'Adore. Charlize Theron's in it, and the song that was used was just epic in so many ways. At first, my mum and I thought that perhaps the vocalist was Dolly Parton, as the tone was about as close as damn is to swearing. Turns out, we were wrong.
I'd heard of Gossip, but I'd never heard any of their stuff. Turns out, their song, "Heavy Cross" was the one used. I've become addicted to it. But what can I say? Beth Ditto's a powerhouse, or at least in my mind.
Yeah, Ditto's definitely about as opposite of Dolly Parton as you can get, but she does sound a bit similar.
So there you have them, my current musical addictions. If you've never heard of any of these artists, then I hope I've broadened your musical horizons. If you already knew who these musicians were, shame on you for holding out on me.
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas...
...I got to spend my night admiring Spencer Smith's Christmas lights.
I suppose I ought to preface this with I've been seeing someone lately. No need to worry. He's a good egg. Last night we got together, and we started off our evening the way we do more often than not: hitting up the local Indigo. We go there so much, I'm pretty sure the staff is tired of us.
When we were done with Indigo, we hit the road. I asked where we were going, but he wouldn't tell me. The only answer he gave me was, "you'll see." I know, I know, it could really be the preface to a bad slasher novel, but clearly it wasn't as I'm still here writing away.
After about fifteen minutes, we arrived in Burlington. I had a slight idea as to where we were going, but I kept quiet. If he wasn't going to tell me where we were going, I sure wasn't going to ask. Besides, I liked the thought of being surprised.
We found a place to park, and hopped out. After a moment, he said to me, "I should've told you to dress warm, but I guess it's too late now." I was okay, though. I had a couple of layers on, and my gloves, so I wasn't too concerned.
We walked for no more than five minutes, and we were there, which was where I'd both thought and hoped we were going. We'd arrived at Spencer Smith Park. I've gone there the last couple of years with my family to gawk at the Christmas light display, but I hadn't made it there yet this year, until last night.
If you've never been to Spencer Smith Park, it's right along the edge of Lake Ontario in Burlington. Off in the distance, but not too far, is the Skyway Bridge. It's really nice on the best of days, so adding a Christmas light display to it makes it that much better.
Who I was with had never seen the lights before, which was why he decided to bring us there. I don't think anything has changed with the display from previous years, but that doesn't make me like it any less. I had a smile on my face.
Just like every other year, done up with lights was a carousel, Nessie, birds strung from the trees, four different coloured aircraft, Santa in a helicopter, and the list goes on. Let your imagination roam, because that's what the people who put the display together have clearly done.
The walk is nice too. The path is well-lit, and is between the water and the display. When you go along a bit further, there's an outdoor rink, and sometimes you can see kids skating around on it. Even though the snow is currently lacking, you always get into the holiday spirit, mainly because it's such a festive atmosphere.
The lights at Spencer Smith was definitely an awesome surprise date. Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera with me, and my phone doesn't take great night shots, otherwise, I'd have pics to add. I guess this just means that you need to go down to Burlington, and check out the display for yourself.
I suppose I ought to preface this with I've been seeing someone lately. No need to worry. He's a good egg. Last night we got together, and we started off our evening the way we do more often than not: hitting up the local Indigo. We go there so much, I'm pretty sure the staff is tired of us.
When we were done with Indigo, we hit the road. I asked where we were going, but he wouldn't tell me. The only answer he gave me was, "you'll see." I know, I know, it could really be the preface to a bad slasher novel, but clearly it wasn't as I'm still here writing away.
After about fifteen minutes, we arrived in Burlington. I had a slight idea as to where we were going, but I kept quiet. If he wasn't going to tell me where we were going, I sure wasn't going to ask. Besides, I liked the thought of being surprised.
We found a place to park, and hopped out. After a moment, he said to me, "I should've told you to dress warm, but I guess it's too late now." I was okay, though. I had a couple of layers on, and my gloves, so I wasn't too concerned.
We walked for no more than five minutes, and we were there, which was where I'd both thought and hoped we were going. We'd arrived at Spencer Smith Park. I've gone there the last couple of years with my family to gawk at the Christmas light display, but I hadn't made it there yet this year, until last night.
If you've never been to Spencer Smith Park, it's right along the edge of Lake Ontario in Burlington. Off in the distance, but not too far, is the Skyway Bridge. It's really nice on the best of days, so adding a Christmas light display to it makes it that much better.
Who I was with had never seen the lights before, which was why he decided to bring us there. I don't think anything has changed with the display from previous years, but that doesn't make me like it any less. I had a smile on my face.
Just like every other year, done up with lights was a carousel, Nessie, birds strung from the trees, four different coloured aircraft, Santa in a helicopter, and the list goes on. Let your imagination roam, because that's what the people who put the display together have clearly done.
The walk is nice too. The path is well-lit, and is between the water and the display. When you go along a bit further, there's an outdoor rink, and sometimes you can see kids skating around on it. Even though the snow is currently lacking, you always get into the holiday spirit, mainly because it's such a festive atmosphere.
The lights at Spencer Smith was definitely an awesome surprise date. Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera with me, and my phone doesn't take great night shots, otherwise, I'd have pics to add. I guess this just means that you need to go down to Burlington, and check out the display for yourself.
Friday, 16 December 2011
On the Tenth Day of Christmas...
...I was able to say that I got all my shopping and wrapping done today!
I'm done! Finished! No more shopping until next year! Woo hoo! Granted, what made my life easier was half of the stuff I purchased were gift cards that I sent through the mail. That truly was a saving grace. Also, I did a bunch of my shopping when I was in the Dominican last month. So I really didn't have much to purchase when I got back to Canada.
I've always been one of those people who wants to get the shopping done and over with. I hate leaving it to the last minute. My dad is famous for leaving everything until Christmas Eve Day. Yes, he only has four people to shop for, but still, I'd go crazy! That being said, he's always come through, and got us some really awesome stuff. A few years ago he got me a set of Kiss action figures (they're still in the box, on display on my cabinet), two years ago was a Star Wars bobble head, and then last year, I was given an awesome collector's item bust of Yoda. Last year, he got Allie a collector's Threstrel from Harry Potter. So even though the thought of leaving everything to the last minute would make me crazy, it seems to work for him.
Christmas Eve is always so busy. As you've probably read in one of my previous posts, these last few years, my friend Omar has come over for some holiday cheer. After he leaves, "Santa," or his Little Helpers have stuff to set up under the tree. As my shopping and wrapping are always done early, I don't have to worry about staying up far too late, wrapping at the last minute. Besides, you want to have enough time to give things a shake or two before the big day arrives. Santa's Little Helper has taken the last two or three years to do her momma's stocking too, and that's always a challenge. The shopping for that has all been done, and has been since last weekend. Getting everything to fit into an over-sized sock is what takes some serious skill. Santa's other Little Helpers probably know what I'm talking about, but for those who have yet to take on such a challenge, it's not as easy as it may seem. It's probably the most pain in the arse puzzle out there.
If you're like me, and you've finished your shopping and wrapping, congratulations! I even had time to put little bows and curly-cues on some of the presents.
I may not be Martha Stewart, but dammit, I can pretend (I say the same thing when I cook, except I say, "I may not be Jaime Oliver"). Also, those little boxes you see were actually made out of extra Christmas cards. They're so simple to make. Fifteen minutes for those three, and they're done.
Sidebar: How to Make Christmas Gift Boxes for Small Items
1) Get your hands on some extra/old/unused Christmas cards. Cut them down the middle where they fold over.
2) This step isn't a necessity, but it'll make your life easier. Grab a ruler, and a pen. Line the "0" up with the edge, and measure in how far you want your fold to be. I like to go with 2cm. Make a small mark, and then draw your straight edge across. Do this with both parts of the now-cut card. Not only will your size be uniform, but drawing your line across scores the card just enough to make the next step easier.
3) Fold inwards along your freshly-drawn lines. Once folded, snip along one edge of each of the squares to make a small flap.
4) Push those edges in, and tape. I like to put tape on both the outside, and inside. It keeps everything a little more sturdy.
5) Slip one part inside of the other (yes, it will be a very snug fit), and ta da! You have a box that perfect for jewelery, and other small items!
As I made this box quickly for demonstration purposes, it's a little sloppier than usual (yes, I'm referring to how you can see the tape sticking out everywhere).
So if you're like me, and you've finished all your shopping, congratulations! If you still have yet to wrap, now you have an idea of how you can wrap those small items! Happy wrapping, and if you still have shopping left to do, good luck!
I'm done! Finished! No more shopping until next year! Woo hoo! Granted, what made my life easier was half of the stuff I purchased were gift cards that I sent through the mail. That truly was a saving grace. Also, I did a bunch of my shopping when I was in the Dominican last month. So I really didn't have much to purchase when I got back to Canada.
I've always been one of those people who wants to get the shopping done and over with. I hate leaving it to the last minute. My dad is famous for leaving everything until Christmas Eve Day. Yes, he only has four people to shop for, but still, I'd go crazy! That being said, he's always come through, and got us some really awesome stuff. A few years ago he got me a set of Kiss action figures (they're still in the box, on display on my cabinet), two years ago was a Star Wars bobble head, and then last year, I was given an awesome collector's item bust of Yoda. Last year, he got Allie a collector's Threstrel from Harry Potter. So even though the thought of leaving everything to the last minute would make me crazy, it seems to work for him.
Christmas Eve is always so busy. As you've probably read in one of my previous posts, these last few years, my friend Omar has come over for some holiday cheer. After he leaves, "Santa," or his Little Helpers have stuff to set up under the tree. As my shopping and wrapping are always done early, I don't have to worry about staying up far too late, wrapping at the last minute. Besides, you want to have enough time to give things a shake or two before the big day arrives. Santa's Little Helper has taken the last two or three years to do her momma's stocking too, and that's always a challenge. The shopping for that has all been done, and has been since last weekend. Getting everything to fit into an over-sized sock is what takes some serious skill. Santa's other Little Helpers probably know what I'm talking about, but for those who have yet to take on such a challenge, it's not as easy as it may seem. It's probably the most pain in the arse puzzle out there.
If you're like me, and you've finished your shopping and wrapping, congratulations! I even had time to put little bows and curly-cues on some of the presents.
Sidebar: How to Make Christmas Gift Boxes for Small Items
1) Get your hands on some extra/old/unused Christmas cards. Cut them down the middle where they fold over.
2) This step isn't a necessity, but it'll make your life easier. Grab a ruler, and a pen. Line the "0" up with the edge, and measure in how far you want your fold to be. I like to go with 2cm. Make a small mark, and then draw your straight edge across. Do this with both parts of the now-cut card. Not only will your size be uniform, but drawing your line across scores the card just enough to make the next step easier.
So if you're like me, and you've finished all your shopping, congratulations! If you still have yet to wrap, now you have an idea of how you can wrap those small items! Happy wrapping, and if you still have shopping left to do, good luck!
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
On the Ninth Day of Christmas...
...I decided to see a favourite holiday movie.
Actually, I have a few different holiday films on my list of favourites. These are ones that I watch every year without fail (except that I still have yet to watch them. Don't judge me. I'll get to them soon enough). If you celebrate Christmas, you likely have some favourites on your list as well. If you say that you don't, well, either you're fibbing, or you're leading a very sad life. But I digress.
The first film on my list of favourites came out in 1993. If you're a fan of Sharon, Lois, and Bram, then you probably know what it is. As The Elephant Show was a major part of my upbringing, it isn't any wonder that their holiday special Candles, Snow, and Mistletoe makes my list.
For those who aren't familiar with the movie, our trusty musical trio is on their way home for the holidays when their train, the Holiday Special breaks down. Realizing that the only way to get it running again is for them to go out and seek help, Sharon, Lois, and Bram run into an abundance of crazy and magical characters, and in the process, learn the true meaning of the season. By the time all is said and done, I doubt you'll be able to look at The Nutcracker, or brownies the same way ever again. And you'll also be stuck singing all the songs in the film. They're silly, they're fun, and therefore make you feel like a child all over again. As for my favourite part of the movie, that would be the shadow dancing. Don't know what I'm talking about? Go to your nearest video store, Netflix, or whatever method you use for obtaining films, and watch it! If you know a child who loves trains, I guarantee this one will be a hit!
If you're familiar with the old-school stop-motion animation, then you're likely familiar with at least the first two of the next three fave films on my list. First up, Santa Claus is Coming to Town.
I love how Rankin-Bass chose to have Fred Astaire narrate. I've been a Fred Astaire fan for a long time, so he makes this film for me. Certainly, you learn how Santa came to be, which is awesome and all, but some of the best-ever holiday characters are in this film. Topper, Miss. Jessica, Burgermeister Meisterburger is one of the best antagonists ever created, and because of the Winter Warlock, I find myself singing this particular song on occasion:
You put one foot in front of the other, and soon you'll be walking 'cross the floo-ooo-or! You put one foot in front of the other, and soon you'll be walking out the door!
Another one I watch every year is another Rankin-Bass creation. It's the leader of the pack, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
I must admit, the way I perceive Santa changed slightly with this movie, but other characters made up for this blunder. Herbie slays me with his desire to be a dentist, but with all those candy canes the elves likely consume, it's probably for the best that someone checks their teeth and does a proper cleaning. Yukon Cornelius' character is just pure gold, in every way imaginable. "Nobody wants a Charlie in the Box!" Who doesn't love the Island of Misfit Toys? And thanks to this movie, I learned that Bumbles bounce. Who knew? And, of course, Burl Ives, doing the narration while fulfilling the role of Sam the Snowman, just fills me with all sorts of happy. Then again, Burl Ives is one of my favourite Christmas artists.
The third Rankin-Bass on this list is a favourite of mine compliments of my mother, as it one of her all-time faves too. People who are pretty up on their Christmas flicks generally tend to miss this one, which is really quite tragic. They'd best watch it now, because The Year Without a Santa Claus is awesome!
Santa is down and out with a cold. He's in no hurry to get better, though, because he thinks no one cares about Christmas anymore anyways. Mrs. Claus (voiced by Shirley Booth, who also narrates the story), is determined to prove to Santa that there are still people in the world who believe in Christmas and good cheer. To help her prove her case, Mrs. Claus enlists the help of two trusty elves: Jingle Bells, the number one elf, and Jangle Bells. Also, if you're not familiar with Ignatius Thistlewhite, or the Miser Brothers, you will be. I have to admit, Snow Miser and Heat Miser are two of my all-time favourite Christmas characters. When I hear their song come on the radio during holiday time, I get filled with all sorts of happy and good karma.
I must admit, I'm not a fan of Charles Dickens. He's too detailed, which annoys me to no end. Also, his work is far too stuffy for my liking. I know, I know, there are a bunch of you who are probably cringing at the thought of me bashing the man who brought the world Ebenezer Scrooge in A Christmas Carol. That being said, there is a particular version that I do enjoy, and it stars our good friend Bill Murray. I can already sense a bunch of you judging me, but if you've seen Scrooged, then perhaps you'll forgive me.
If you're not familiar with this wicked spin, Murray portrays a 1980's version of Scrooge while the television network he heads-up is working on putting together their Christmas special A Christmas Carol. The ghosts are hilarious! I love the present-day fairy ("Oh look! A party! I'm so glad I wore my pretty dress!"). Her antics crack me up every single time. This movie also features Karen Allen, Robert Mitchum, and Alfre Woodard. Classic!
I have one more holiday favourite for you. If you love Shrek, you'll love Shrek the Halls.
It's Shrek. 'Nuff said.
Well, if you've been trying to decide what films to watch this holiday season, at least now you have some ideas. All, except for Scrooged, are kid friendly too (well, I suppose I should leave the decision as to whether or not Scrooged is child-appropriate to the discretion of the adult in charge, but hey, there's some language, vulgarities, and some of the stuff featured can be a wee bit frightening.).
Happy viewing!
Actually, I have a few different holiday films on my list of favourites. These are ones that I watch every year without fail (except that I still have yet to watch them. Don't judge me. I'll get to them soon enough). If you celebrate Christmas, you likely have some favourites on your list as well. If you say that you don't, well, either you're fibbing, or you're leading a very sad life. But I digress.
The first film on my list of favourites came out in 1993. If you're a fan of Sharon, Lois, and Bram, then you probably know what it is. As The Elephant Show was a major part of my upbringing, it isn't any wonder that their holiday special Candles, Snow, and Mistletoe makes my list.
For those who aren't familiar with the movie, our trusty musical trio is on their way home for the holidays when their train, the Holiday Special breaks down. Realizing that the only way to get it running again is for them to go out and seek help, Sharon, Lois, and Bram run into an abundance of crazy and magical characters, and in the process, learn the true meaning of the season. By the time all is said and done, I doubt you'll be able to look at The Nutcracker, or brownies the same way ever again. And you'll also be stuck singing all the songs in the film. They're silly, they're fun, and therefore make you feel like a child all over again. As for my favourite part of the movie, that would be the shadow dancing. Don't know what I'm talking about? Go to your nearest video store, Netflix, or whatever method you use for obtaining films, and watch it! If you know a child who loves trains, I guarantee this one will be a hit!
If you're familiar with the old-school stop-motion animation, then you're likely familiar with at least the first two of the next three fave films on my list. First up, Santa Claus is Coming to Town.
I love how Rankin-Bass chose to have Fred Astaire narrate. I've been a Fred Astaire fan for a long time, so he makes this film for me. Certainly, you learn how Santa came to be, which is awesome and all, but some of the best-ever holiday characters are in this film. Topper, Miss. Jessica, Burgermeister Meisterburger is one of the best antagonists ever created, and because of the Winter Warlock, I find myself singing this particular song on occasion:
You put one foot in front of the other, and soon you'll be walking 'cross the floo-ooo-or! You put one foot in front of the other, and soon you'll be walking out the door!
Another one I watch every year is another Rankin-Bass creation. It's the leader of the pack, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
I must admit, the way I perceive Santa changed slightly with this movie, but other characters made up for this blunder. Herbie slays me with his desire to be a dentist, but with all those candy canes the elves likely consume, it's probably for the best that someone checks their teeth and does a proper cleaning. Yukon Cornelius' character is just pure gold, in every way imaginable. "Nobody wants a Charlie in the Box!" Who doesn't love the Island of Misfit Toys? And thanks to this movie, I learned that Bumbles bounce. Who knew? And, of course, Burl Ives, doing the narration while fulfilling the role of Sam the Snowman, just fills me with all sorts of happy. Then again, Burl Ives is one of my favourite Christmas artists.
The third Rankin-Bass on this list is a favourite of mine compliments of my mother, as it one of her all-time faves too. People who are pretty up on their Christmas flicks generally tend to miss this one, which is really quite tragic. They'd best watch it now, because The Year Without a Santa Claus is awesome!
Santa is down and out with a cold. He's in no hurry to get better, though, because he thinks no one cares about Christmas anymore anyways. Mrs. Claus (voiced by Shirley Booth, who also narrates the story), is determined to prove to Santa that there are still people in the world who believe in Christmas and good cheer. To help her prove her case, Mrs. Claus enlists the help of two trusty elves: Jingle Bells, the number one elf, and Jangle Bells. Also, if you're not familiar with Ignatius Thistlewhite, or the Miser Brothers, you will be. I have to admit, Snow Miser and Heat Miser are two of my all-time favourite Christmas characters. When I hear their song come on the radio during holiday time, I get filled with all sorts of happy and good karma.
I must admit, I'm not a fan of Charles Dickens. He's too detailed, which annoys me to no end. Also, his work is far too stuffy for my liking. I know, I know, there are a bunch of you who are probably cringing at the thought of me bashing the man who brought the world Ebenezer Scrooge in A Christmas Carol. That being said, there is a particular version that I do enjoy, and it stars our good friend Bill Murray. I can already sense a bunch of you judging me, but if you've seen Scrooged, then perhaps you'll forgive me.
If you're not familiar with this wicked spin, Murray portrays a 1980's version of Scrooge while the television network he heads-up is working on putting together their Christmas special A Christmas Carol. The ghosts are hilarious! I love the present-day fairy ("Oh look! A party! I'm so glad I wore my pretty dress!"). Her antics crack me up every single time. This movie also features Karen Allen, Robert Mitchum, and Alfre Woodard. Classic!
I have one more holiday favourite for you. If you love Shrek, you'll love Shrek the Halls.
Well, if you've been trying to decide what films to watch this holiday season, at least now you have some ideas. All, except for Scrooged, are kid friendly too (well, I suppose I should leave the decision as to whether or not Scrooged is child-appropriate to the discretion of the adult in charge, but hey, there's some language, vulgarities, and some of the stuff featured can be a wee bit frightening.).
Happy viewing!
Saturday, 10 December 2011
On the Eighth Day of Christmas...
...I chose to end my day at a geriatric Christmas party.
This one is actually true to the day too. On December 8, I was at a blue-hair soiree.
The retirement home that my great gram now lives in had its Annual Christmas Party a couple of nights ago. Each resident was allowed to invite a few people, so my mum, Allie and I all went as great gram's guests. It wasn't your typical party, but it was still enjoyable. There was entertainment, a raffle, food, tons of people, but the dancing was limited. Don't worry, though. There was a kid who was about three or so who did more than enough dancing to make up for everyone (we were all seated except for the dancing kid, and I think his sister).
More often than not, I'm not a fan of country music. There's something about hearing someone twang that drives me nuts. But, on Thursday, it seemed appropriate, and it was bearable. Actually, the guy they had do the singing was very good, so that helped. I don't think I've ever heard so much Johnny Cash and Roy Orbison in my life!
To look at great gram, you might think that she wasn't enjoying herself, but such was not the case. More than once, I spotted her tapping her foot along to the music. She was also looking quite festive. She was wearing her Christmas sweater, and Allie did up great gram's walker for the occasion too. It has a nice garland on it with bobbles, and a couple of crocheted ornaments. Of course, Allie wore her Christmas sweater too, and I had my Oh Snap! t-shirt going on. I also took out my reindeer dealie-boppers, which I managed to somehow get great gram to wear long enough for a picture to be taken.
The home's cook had been a busy little elf too. There was enough food to feed a threshing crew, and it was good. I was a fan of the homemade Belgian cookies. Oh baby! When they're done well, Belgian cookies are a thing of beauty. There were also sugar cookies, butter tarts, peanut butter marshmallow squares, sandwiches, fruit, veggies, crackers. If you can name it, the cook probably concocted it.
Mum, Allie, and I were actually quite surprised that great gram decided to hit up the food portion of the evening. At 98 years old, she wears down rather easily, so to hear her say she'd have something to eat was a shocker. But we're glad she chose to. The activity co-ordinator came by, and snapped a shot of the four of us. I'm curious to see how it came out.
Many younger people would probably think that going to a senior's party is a lame waste of time. But it was for great gram. At her age, we just don't know how much longer we'll have her, even though she's still very healthy with a fairly sharp mind (though her memory's starting to go on her a little bit). So to go, you won't hear any complaints from me. Would you do the same for your family?
This one is actually true to the day too. On December 8, I was at a blue-hair soiree.
The retirement home that my great gram now lives in had its Annual Christmas Party a couple of nights ago. Each resident was allowed to invite a few people, so my mum, Allie and I all went as great gram's guests. It wasn't your typical party, but it was still enjoyable. There was entertainment, a raffle, food, tons of people, but the dancing was limited. Don't worry, though. There was a kid who was about three or so who did more than enough dancing to make up for everyone (we were all seated except for the dancing kid, and I think his sister).
More often than not, I'm not a fan of country music. There's something about hearing someone twang that drives me nuts. But, on Thursday, it seemed appropriate, and it was bearable. Actually, the guy they had do the singing was very good, so that helped. I don't think I've ever heard so much Johnny Cash and Roy Orbison in my life!
To look at great gram, you might think that she wasn't enjoying herself, but such was not the case. More than once, I spotted her tapping her foot along to the music. She was also looking quite festive. She was wearing her Christmas sweater, and Allie did up great gram's walker for the occasion too. It has a nice garland on it with bobbles, and a couple of crocheted ornaments. Of course, Allie wore her Christmas sweater too, and I had my Oh Snap! t-shirt going on. I also took out my reindeer dealie-boppers, which I managed to somehow get great gram to wear long enough for a picture to be taken.
The home's cook had been a busy little elf too. There was enough food to feed a threshing crew, and it was good. I was a fan of the homemade Belgian cookies. Oh baby! When they're done well, Belgian cookies are a thing of beauty. There were also sugar cookies, butter tarts, peanut butter marshmallow squares, sandwiches, fruit, veggies, crackers. If you can name it, the cook probably concocted it.
Mum, Allie, and I were actually quite surprised that great gram decided to hit up the food portion of the evening. At 98 years old, she wears down rather easily, so to hear her say she'd have something to eat was a shocker. But we're glad she chose to. The activity co-ordinator came by, and snapped a shot of the four of us. I'm curious to see how it came out.
Many younger people would probably think that going to a senior's party is a lame waste of time. But it was for great gram. At her age, we just don't know how much longer we'll have her, even though she's still very healthy with a fairly sharp mind (though her memory's starting to go on her a little bit). So to go, you won't hear any complaints from me. Would you do the same for your family?
Friday, 9 December 2011
On the Seventh Day of Christmas...
...when I woke up, what did I see? Snow on the ground and in the trees.
I know, I know. So many people don't care much for snow, but I still do. Perhaps it's because I'm young and foolish. Hey! Don't judge me! I enjoy winter activities. Skating, cross country skiing, snowshoeing, and even tobogganning. Tragically, though, the snow hasn't managed to stick around. Yes, it makes me a little bit sad.
Also, too, this is a -ber month in Canada (and the last few days, the suffix has been living up to its onomatopeia and name). I don't know about the rest of the world, but yes, "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas." While some people have visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads, I have visions of being able to hit up the back forty with my skiis (we have 90 acres, should you have wondered what I meant by, "back forty." Just for possible future references).
Yes, I realize that snow and Christmas go together like peanut butter and jam, but I also understand that a snow-related post can be written any other day during the cold seasons. Well, there's another reason why snow and Christmas mesh so well for me.
Last year, on behalf of my great gram, my mother bought me a pair of showshoes for Christmas. I was only able to use them once last season, maybe twice. If you were given something awesome like that, wouldn't you want to see some snow on the ground too?
Once again, the snow came today, and melted. We're supposed to get some more over the next day or so. I hope it stays. I really want to get back to doing my winter activites.
Sidebar:
When I was living in Thunder Bay (in Northwestern Ontario, on the shores of Lake Superior if you're not familiar with the place), I had the opportunity to try the mother of all winter sports: tubing. My friend's birthday was the beginning on January, and we were barely back from our Christmas vacations. He decided that a bunch of us, after going out for dinner, should hit up Loch Lomond. It may be known for its ski hills, but damn, if you ever get the chance to go tubing there, I highly suggest you take it.
I'm really just a kid trapped in a twenty-something's body. Can you blame me for wanting snow? If you get cool winter toys for Christmas, you totally understamd.
Now, I shall go back to dreaming...
I know, I know. So many people don't care much for snow, but I still do. Perhaps it's because I'm young and foolish. Hey! Don't judge me! I enjoy winter activities. Skating, cross country skiing, snowshoeing, and even tobogganning. Tragically, though, the snow hasn't managed to stick around. Yes, it makes me a little bit sad.
Also, too, this is a -ber month in Canada (and the last few days, the suffix has been living up to its onomatopeia and name). I don't know about the rest of the world, but yes, "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas." While some people have visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads, I have visions of being able to hit up the back forty with my skiis (we have 90 acres, should you have wondered what I meant by, "back forty." Just for possible future references).
Yes, I realize that snow and Christmas go together like peanut butter and jam, but I also understand that a snow-related post can be written any other day during the cold seasons. Well, there's another reason why snow and Christmas mesh so well for me.
Last year, on behalf of my great gram, my mother bought me a pair of showshoes for Christmas. I was only able to use them once last season, maybe twice. If you were given something awesome like that, wouldn't you want to see some snow on the ground too?
Once again, the snow came today, and melted. We're supposed to get some more over the next day or so. I hope it stays. I really want to get back to doing my winter activites.
Sidebar:
When I was living in Thunder Bay (in Northwestern Ontario, on the shores of Lake Superior if you're not familiar with the place), I had the opportunity to try the mother of all winter sports: tubing. My friend's birthday was the beginning on January, and we were barely back from our Christmas vacations. He decided that a bunch of us, after going out for dinner, should hit up Loch Lomond. It may be known for its ski hills, but damn, if you ever get the chance to go tubing there, I highly suggest you take it.
I'm really just a kid trapped in a twenty-something's body. Can you blame me for wanting snow? If you get cool winter toys for Christmas, you totally understamd.
Now, I shall go back to dreaming...
On the Sixth Day of Christmas...
...what did I wear? Reindeer dealie-boppers in my hair!
Confused? That's alright. It happens to the best of us on occasion. Perhaps I should put the above statment into Christmas terms. To quote, "Deck the Halls," I, "don my gay apparrel."
Allie has this thing for what she calls, "nice" Christmas sweaters. Truth is, we all know that they're likely ugly or tacky. Well, late last month, or earlier this month, I can't quite recall (but I think it was November), darling Allie had me take her around on the ugly Christmas sweater hunt. I've never really understood why ugly sweaters and Christmas go together, so if anyone could explain that to me, it'd be greatly appreciated.
Well, she may have her sweaters and her Santa hat, but I think that what I have is better by far. Last year, my family and I went out for dinner to Ye Old Squwire (or, "Squwire's" as it's more commonly known). It's right beside a Value Village. For reasons that I can't recall, we went into Value Village, probably for Allie to do her ugly sweater hunt.
I was wandering through with my mother, feeling my Magner's ever so slightly, when I found it. It's not a sweater, but it's definitely true to the season. It's a green t-shirt with two candy canes on it. One of the candy canes is broken. Underneath, in sparkly-ish letters is the caption, "Oh Snap!" Oh yeah! Best Christmas shirt ever!
A few years before, I got the best pair of dealie-boppers ever. I was out with my mum, and I think we found them at the Dollar Store. They're gold, shiney, sparkly, and they have two Rudolphs on them. Think bug antennae, but festive. Combine the dealie-boppers with my Oh Snap! shirt, and I'm pretty sure I have the best festive look going in my house... Although, Allie does wear the terrible Christmas sweaters pretty well...
Last year, when I was working at one of the local steel mills, the shift I was on was working nights on December 23. We had a fairly relaxed night, with food, and movies in the shipping pulpit. One of my co-workers, who's famous for channelling his inner Griswold with the shipping pulpit, was wearing his Santa hat over his helmet. Well, last year, on that final shift before Christmas, I decided to take in my reindeer dealie-boppers. First picture me wearing them in the pulpit between coils, or in the lunch room during breaks. Now picture every other person in the slitters trying them on for size. And that, my friends, is why my dealie-boppers, at the very least, will always rein superior with my Christmas attire.
Take that, ugly sweaters! You don't stand a chance!
Do any of you don some snazzy gay apparrel? (I'm referencing the song, people, referencing the song!)
Confused? That's alright. It happens to the best of us on occasion. Perhaps I should put the above statment into Christmas terms. To quote, "Deck the Halls," I, "don my gay apparrel."
Allie has this thing for what she calls, "nice" Christmas sweaters. Truth is, we all know that they're likely ugly or tacky. Well, late last month, or earlier this month, I can't quite recall (but I think it was November), darling Allie had me take her around on the ugly Christmas sweater hunt. I've never really understood why ugly sweaters and Christmas go together, so if anyone could explain that to me, it'd be greatly appreciated.
Well, she may have her sweaters and her Santa hat, but I think that what I have is better by far. Last year, my family and I went out for dinner to Ye Old Squwire (or, "Squwire's" as it's more commonly known). It's right beside a Value Village. For reasons that I can't recall, we went into Value Village, probably for Allie to do her ugly sweater hunt.
I was wandering through with my mother, feeling my Magner's ever so slightly, when I found it. It's not a sweater, but it's definitely true to the season. It's a green t-shirt with two candy canes on it. One of the candy canes is broken. Underneath, in sparkly-ish letters is the caption, "Oh Snap!" Oh yeah! Best Christmas shirt ever!
A few years before, I got the best pair of dealie-boppers ever. I was out with my mum, and I think we found them at the Dollar Store. They're gold, shiney, sparkly, and they have two Rudolphs on them. Think bug antennae, but festive. Combine the dealie-boppers with my Oh Snap! shirt, and I'm pretty sure I have the best festive look going in my house... Although, Allie does wear the terrible Christmas sweaters pretty well...
Last year, when I was working at one of the local steel mills, the shift I was on was working nights on December 23. We had a fairly relaxed night, with food, and movies in the shipping pulpit. One of my co-workers, who's famous for channelling his inner Griswold with the shipping pulpit, was wearing his Santa hat over his helmet. Well, last year, on that final shift before Christmas, I decided to take in my reindeer dealie-boppers. First picture me wearing them in the pulpit between coils, or in the lunch room during breaks. Now picture every other person in the slitters trying them on for size. And that, my friends, is why my dealie-boppers, at the very least, will always rein superior with my Christmas attire.
Take that, ugly sweaters! You don't stand a chance!
Do any of you don some snazzy gay apparrel? (I'm referencing the song, people, referencing the song!)
Yeah, I'm Like the Dixie Chicks
I'd received an email regarding my blog, which is dandy. After all, commentary is appreciated. What wasn't necessary was that I was once again being told that I ought to forgive and give another chance to certain people who are not deserving. Besides, the second chance had been issued and blown about two and a half years ago. Actually, numerous chances had been given, and every single time, they'd been destroyed. I'd seen certain people for who they are, and removed them from my life for a reason. I know I'm lacking on the details, but I'm certain you still understand what I mean just fine.
I don't like to go on rants and tangents about things that likely aren't understood on here, but I'm frustrated. Remember how the Dixie Chicks got pissed off at that moron George W. Bush, and came out with, "I'm Not Ready to Make Nice"? Yeah. That's how I'm feeling too. Should you forget how it goes, here's the video:
Yes, I cut someone who was once important to me out of my life, but that person is no longer of importance. I no longer care. And now I get to hear again how I ought to bring such people back into my life. Guess what? That's no one's business but my own. I live my life, and I decide what's best for me. If that involves removing certain people from my life, so be it. You're welcome to your opinion. It's a free country. However, it's best shared with someone other than me.
I apologize if I've rubbed anyone the wrong way, but until you've been me, and listened to and dealt with the crap that I did, don't go telling me who I ought to forgive, talk to, let back into my life, and basically be all hunky dory with. What's done is done. Deal with it. I've moved on with my life, and believe it or not, I'm very happy, both with my decision, and the outcome. Sorry, but the outcome's never going to change.
My apologies about the small tangent, but I needed to get that out of my system. I feel better now.
I don't like to go on rants and tangents about things that likely aren't understood on here, but I'm frustrated. Remember how the Dixie Chicks got pissed off at that moron George W. Bush, and came out with, "I'm Not Ready to Make Nice"? Yeah. That's how I'm feeling too. Should you forget how it goes, here's the video:
Yes, I cut someone who was once important to me out of my life, but that person is no longer of importance. I no longer care. And now I get to hear again how I ought to bring such people back into my life. Guess what? That's no one's business but my own. I live my life, and I decide what's best for me. If that involves removing certain people from my life, so be it. You're welcome to your opinion. It's a free country. However, it's best shared with someone other than me.
I apologize if I've rubbed anyone the wrong way, but until you've been me, and listened to and dealt with the crap that I did, don't go telling me who I ought to forgive, talk to, let back into my life, and basically be all hunky dory with. What's done is done. Deal with it. I've moved on with my life, and believe it or not, I'm very happy, both with my decision, and the outcome. Sorry, but the outcome's never going to change.
My apologies about the small tangent, but I needed to get that out of my system. I feel better now.
Thursday, 8 December 2011
On the Fifth Day of Christmas...
... I really should make mention of a new holiday tradition.
First, I must apologize for falling behind. Sometimes, life gets in the way, but at least I'm starting to get caught up now (I hope)!
So as I said, I really ought to make mention of a new holiday tradition. It all started two or three years ago when my mother suggested that my friend Omar come over on Christmas Eve...
You see, Omar's family is Muslim, so I can understand if having him over for anything related to Christmas is a little strange. However, such really isn't the case. When mum had put forth the suggestion, Allie and I heartily agreed, but we decided to let my mum put forth the formal invitation.
I'd called Omar one night, not too long before Christmas Eve, probably to see if he wanted to go for a Timmie's run or something foolish along those lines. That's when I passed the phone off to my mother. I'm going to try to quote her as best as possible, but presume that I'm paraphrasing at best.
Hey Baby! So, Christmas is a time that's all about friends and family, and since you're both, you should come over for dinner Christmas Eve. After all, it's not like you'll be going to Midnight Mass.
When Omar was done laughing, he accepted my crazy mother's invitation. I think he also said in there somewhere that some day, he'll go to Midnight Mass, on behalf of the white people in my household (which is all of us. Please don't be offended with the whole, "white people" thing. It's a joke with our families.).
When Christmas Eve came around, Omar arrived at our house. I remember mum saying that dinner was going to be nothing special that evening, just lasagna, and Omar was all excited because that's one of his favourite foods. He also showed up with an apple pie for dessert. After dinner, it was time for Allie and I to take over.
Allie and I have a game called Whoville-opoly. It's Monopoly, but it's How the Grinch Stole Christmas themed. It. Is. AWESOME! Instead of going to jail, you go to the Grinch Cave. Instead of having a car as a playing piece, you have the Roast Beast. See where I'm going? Now you know why I think it's awesome.
Omar, if memory serves, had never played Monopoly before. He seemed to really enjoy it. He, Allie, and I each wore silly Christmas attire on our noggins (he had a crown from a Christmas cracker, I had reindeer dealie-boppers, and I think Allie had a Santa hat), while watching bad Christmas infomercials on mute with music playing in the background. The experience couldn't have been that bad because last year, Omar came over on Christmas Eve, and we did it all again!
Another thing that was interesting last year was Omar also came over for Christmas dinner. His parents were out of country for a wedding, so White Mumma had him come back a second night in a row (yes, we Whoville-opolied the night before) for food and drink and merriment. Last year was also when my uncle bought me a couple of lightsabres, so guess which two Star Wars freaks had an epic battle in the driveway? That's right. Omar and I did. You know you're jealous.
We might not be hosting Christmas dinner at our house this year, but Omar will definitely be back on the 24th for more Whoville-opoly fun. Who knows? This might even be the year he goes to mass on our family's behalf. Yeah, you can totally tell we don't go...
That's my family's new tradition. What are yours?
First, I must apologize for falling behind. Sometimes, life gets in the way, but at least I'm starting to get caught up now (I hope)!
So as I said, I really ought to make mention of a new holiday tradition. It all started two or three years ago when my mother suggested that my friend Omar come over on Christmas Eve...
You see, Omar's family is Muslim, so I can understand if having him over for anything related to Christmas is a little strange. However, such really isn't the case. When mum had put forth the suggestion, Allie and I heartily agreed, but we decided to let my mum put forth the formal invitation.
I'd called Omar one night, not too long before Christmas Eve, probably to see if he wanted to go for a Timmie's run or something foolish along those lines. That's when I passed the phone off to my mother. I'm going to try to quote her as best as possible, but presume that I'm paraphrasing at best.
Hey Baby! So, Christmas is a time that's all about friends and family, and since you're both, you should come over for dinner Christmas Eve. After all, it's not like you'll be going to Midnight Mass.
When Omar was done laughing, he accepted my crazy mother's invitation. I think he also said in there somewhere that some day, he'll go to Midnight Mass, on behalf of the white people in my household (which is all of us. Please don't be offended with the whole, "white people" thing. It's a joke with our families.).
When Christmas Eve came around, Omar arrived at our house. I remember mum saying that dinner was going to be nothing special that evening, just lasagna, and Omar was all excited because that's one of his favourite foods. He also showed up with an apple pie for dessert. After dinner, it was time for Allie and I to take over.
Allie and I have a game called Whoville-opoly. It's Monopoly, but it's How the Grinch Stole Christmas themed. It. Is. AWESOME! Instead of going to jail, you go to the Grinch Cave. Instead of having a car as a playing piece, you have the Roast Beast. See where I'm going? Now you know why I think it's awesome.
Omar, if memory serves, had never played Monopoly before. He seemed to really enjoy it. He, Allie, and I each wore silly Christmas attire on our noggins (he had a crown from a Christmas cracker, I had reindeer dealie-boppers, and I think Allie had a Santa hat), while watching bad Christmas infomercials on mute with music playing in the background. The experience couldn't have been that bad because last year, Omar came over on Christmas Eve, and we did it all again!
Another thing that was interesting last year was Omar also came over for Christmas dinner. His parents were out of country for a wedding, so White Mumma had him come back a second night in a row (yes, we Whoville-opolied the night before) for food and drink and merriment. Last year was also when my uncle bought me a couple of lightsabres, so guess which two Star Wars freaks had an epic battle in the driveway? That's right. Omar and I did. You know you're jealous.
We might not be hosting Christmas dinner at our house this year, but Omar will definitely be back on the 24th for more Whoville-opoly fun. Who knows? This might even be the year he goes to mass on our family's behalf. Yeah, you can totally tell we don't go...
That's my family's new tradition. What are yours?
Sunday, 4 December 2011
On the Fourth Day of Christmas...
...from a childlike me, a very special Christmas story.
The story I'm about to share with you, I wrote earlier this year for an anthology that I've been fortunate enough to get in on. I won't share all of my submissions, but this one is truly special.
The story I'm about to share with you, I wrote earlier this year for an anthology that I've been fortunate enough to get in on. I won't share all of my submissions, but this one is truly special.
A Wish Come True
I remember feeling heartbroken. I remember being told that I’d be missed, and asked if I’d like to take care of her two special teddy bears, Albuquerque, and El Paso. I remember accepting my bear-sitting mission, getting hugs, shedding tears, and saying good-bye. Good-bye to sleep-overs at my house, exploring science labs, or hiding out in fields of dandelions underneath bright blue skies with warm breezes. Next thing I knew, my favourite aunt was on a plane, flying across the mighty Atlantic, getting married, and settling into her new life in England. I was six years old.
The end of October was soon upon us, along with my seventh birthday. People sang, as candles burned bright.
“Make a wish.”
I took a deep breath and blew. All seven flames turned into wisps of smoke. The waiting had begun.
Halloween passed, along with Remembrance Day. With my advent calendar at the ready, December 1 arrived. Advent box number one was opened, and the first chocolate was consumed.
A few more boxes were opened, and then it was time. My sister was a month shy of one- year- old when our mum and mamma took us to the mall to see Santa. I knew exactly what I was going to ask for.
“Ho, ho, ho!”
Our turn had arrived. I sat on one knee while my baby sister sat on the other, sucking her fingers.
“Have you been a good girl this year?”
“Yes, Santa.”
“Have you helped your mommy with your baby sister?”
“Yes, Santa.”
“Since you’ve been a good girl, and a big help, what would you like me to bring you for Christmas?”
I knew exactly what I wanted: A movie that I had seen on the television, and watched with my mum. A movie with a scene featured in a Bugs Bunny episode, which was what made me long for it for Christmas.
“I’d like Robin Hood with Errol Flynn, please,” my eyes big, and my semi-toothless grin growing large.
Santa looked at my mother in disbelief. A seven year old not only asking for an Errol Flynn movie, but actually knowing who he was. My mum just shrugged her shoulders, while my sister continued to suck her fingers, as she stared at the bearded old man who had her on his knee.
“I shall see what my elves can do.”
With a candy cane, and a ho, ho, ho, we were off. My sister remained oblivious while my holiday excitement began to grow.
School started to get very exciting as the Christmas holidays were fast approaching. But not just that, there were Spirit Days, assemblies, and activity days to be had.
My elementary school would host a Christmas Spirit Day a week or two before the holiday break. We would have cupcakes to decorate, Santa magnets made of felt to glue together, and a big Christmas tree in the front foyer that we would adorn with paper chains, popcorn garlands, and popsicle stick ornaments that were tied together with yarn. Inside decorated cardboard boxes placed underneath the tree as presents would be canned goods collected from the food drive before donating them to the local food bank.
On the bus, we’d sing every single carol imaginable in our childlike excitement as loud as humanly possible, whilst counting down the days until Christmas vacation, as well as the big day itself. On a pre-selected evening, we’d go back to the school for the holiday talent show. I was always in the school choir, along with my best friend, which always amused my mother to no end as his family’s Pakistani.
“I don’t see the big deal, mum. We’re just singing some songs,” I would innocently say to my mother, oblivious to the little Muslim boy singing holiday songs about baby Jesus.
Finally, the last day of school before vacation would arrive, which for we students meant only one thing: Christmas party! Our classroom would be decorated with our winter and holiday art projects, we would deck the halls, and Christmas music could be heard throughout the entire school. We would eat, everything from chips to candies, play games, dance, and share with one another what we wanted from Santa while our teacher came around with holiday treats for everybody before opening any cards or little presents that we’d brought in for him.
“Mmm! I can’t wait to have breakfast, and try this on my toast,” was the reaction my mother’s homemade blackcap jam would garner, as the teacher and students alike would all smile.
The bus ride home was always filled with laughter, smiles, but most important, Christmas carols. The entire bus would erupt into a chorus of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, or Jingle Bells, eighth-graders and kindergarteners alike. We would all sing loud and off-key, without a single care in the world. Our bus driver would smile. She loved to both see and hear our joy. The driver herself would do her part by decorating the bus. Santa stickers, snowman window clings, holly magnets, maybe some lights, and perhaps a giant wreath on the front grill. She’d also give us a small treat when we’d reached our respective stops.
“Have a good Christmas. I hope Santa’s good to you,” she’d say,” and tell your mum and gramma, ‘Merry Christmas’ from me.”
With a candy cane for me, and an extra one for my sister, I’d hop off the bus. The Christmas break had officially started.
So much to do, and so little time to do it. That’s how it always felt, those final days leading up to Christmas. As a child, we always had a real tree. None of that strange fake plastic stuff. As our luck would have it, our neighbours across the road had a Christmas tree farm. So we’d grab our mitts, find our hats, slip into our boots, and trek through the snowy trees in our attempts to find the perfect one.
“If I can stick my arm straight up, and the tree looks like it’s the same height, it’s just the right size,” my mum would tell us.
Tree selected, we would get it back home, and leave it in the old kitchen to dry. In the meantime, while the tree dripped, I’d take out a piece of paper, and write my letter to Santa, complete with colourful Christmas drawings, while carols would play in the background, mainly Mel Torme, who, at my mother’s insistence, is still a holiday staple in my family’s household.
“You may ask Santa for three things, and remember they’re just ideas. He might not be able to get you everything that you ask for,” mum would remind me before adding, “but you are allowed to ask him for some surprises,” making me think that I was really asking for more than just those three desired items.
I would write down the usual childhood things on that list: This toy, that toy, and, “The Adventures of Robin Hood with Errol Flynn, please,” being the most important.
“And some surprises.”
After what seemed like an eternity, our tree, finally dry, would be brought in from the old kitchen, and be set up lovingly in the corner of the living room. Christmas specials played on the television in the background while I would decorate the tree with my parents, my baby sister watching clueless, while her gaze would pass back and forth between the three of us.
“Are you ready to put on the star?”
With an excited, “yeah,” my daddy would lift me up, and I’d top the tree. Tinsel sparkled, lights flashed, and we would all allow ourselves a satisfying smile in admiration for our job well done.
More advent boxes. The big day would be fast approaching, and there’d still be shopping left to do, snow angels to make, and cookies for Santa left to bake. My excitement would of course grow, and my sister would seem excited too, as she’d bop around in her playpen. Mel Torme could still be heard in the background while my mum and I would finish a big batch of white chocolate macadamia nut cookies.
“Santa’s going to love these,” my mother and I would both agree.
Finally, at long last, the twenty-fourth of December would arrive. Christmas Eve day. That final advent box would be opened, and the chocolate with the Santa design consumed. I’d be overwhelmed with joy. After all, Santa would be due to arrive that night. The big day would be fewer than 24 hours away.
We had a tradition in our family on Christmas Eve, and it didn’t involve midnight mass. Instead, my grandparents would come out to visit, and we’d have a cup or two of Christmas cheer... or perhaps just a fresh-baked cookie instead. But that Christmas Eve in particular, though, I shall never forget.
I still remember the movie that I was watching on the television that night. It was Candles, Snow, and Mistletoe, Sharon, Lois, and Bram’s Christmas special. I remember the tree in the corner, lights flickering, reflecting off the tinsel, and the branches covered in craft ornaments, either made by me, or crocheted by my great-grandmother, with some store-bought ones intermingled here and there. I can still hear the wood crackling inside the woodstove, smell the smoke, feel its heat, and, watching through the window in the front door, see the snowflakes falling to the ground.
Thud, thud, thud, up the front porch steps. Knock, knock, knock at the front door.
I remember seeing my gramma enter first, followed by my grampa. Then I saw her. It took a moment to register, but then I ran, and jumped as high as my little legs would allow me into the arms of my favourite aunt. I started to sob, and I couldn’t stop.
“My wish came true,” I bawled in her ear,
“What wish,” she asked me.
“On my birthday, I wished that you’d come home to see me for Christmas.”
She hugged me tighter. I cried harder, with everyone else shedding tears too, especially my aunt.
I cannot remember what else happened that Christmas Eve. I couldn’t even tell you what Santa had left for me under the tree that year, except for The Adventures of Robin Hood in all its Errol Flynn glory. But that didn’t matter. My wish had come true. My aunt had come back home from England to visit me. Ever since, I’ve believed that wishes really can come true. After all, mine did.
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