Sunday, December 25, 2005



I hope you have a great day with your family, friends and loved ones. I've had an amazing holiday so far.

Yesterday afternoon I watched March of the Penguins with Dad, a documentary on the migration and mating rituals of the penguin. It was interesting and really showed the concept of survival of the fittest. The footage was very real and Morgan Freeman's commentary was a great asset. It's not an exciting, edge-of-your-seat film, but it's worth watching if you think penguins are cute and you've always wondered about them .

Last night, we had everyone here for dinner. Dad gave the Observer a hard time about his cologne and joked about the glare from the Observer's bald head blinding him. Everything was said in fun and the Observer was a great sport. When they joke, it means they approve of someone.

Everyone brought their kittens with them and they served as quite the cute. Looking around the table at each person holding a bundle of fur struck me as a bit odd. Is everyone this attached to their pets?

This morning we opened gifts, had Mom's yummy traditional Christmas morning breakfast with muffins, fruit, and cinnamon buns. Mom and Dad outdid themselves spoiling all of us with presents. I'm now stocked up with funky, colourful Gap sweaters, boots, and DVDs. Mom surprised me with an arrangment of orange flowers for my orange sun room. Orange is not a popular colour. I don't know why. I am the orange queen. I also got the full I Love Lucy series on DVD- black and white 1940's comedy at its best.

After dinner with my family, I'm headed to see the Observer and his family, which I'm excited about. If there was ever a traditional Italian family, they are it. the Observer's Mom is the queen of the kitchen. They are such a nice family and I always feel at home. I'm sorry to arrive so late, but it's difficult to do so much in one day...

Tomorrow the Observer and I are hanging out at my apartment, opening our gifts to each other, and eating left-overs. As a kid, I hated Boxing Day. It was such a downer and adrenaline dip. Even now, I find it a bit sad, but if the Observer's around, I'll be a happy girl.

The smell of turkey and the need for a glass of red wine is calling me to the kitchen, so I better jet. I must not forget how lucky I am to have family, friends and love around me today. We should all be so blessed.

Once again, happy holidays!


Saturday, December 24, 2005

Hey Holy Christmas!

The lamp is burning low upon my table top
the snow is softly falling
The air is still within the silence of my room
I hear your voice softly calling
If I could only have you near to breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love on this winter night with you.
(On This Winter's Night With You)

My Dad's childhood friend died in his sleep last night. He went to bed fine and never woke up this morning. He was 52. There is never a right time to pass on, but the day before Christmas has got to be one of the worst. It just shows that we never know. Not long ago, I heard the quote, "Falling asleep is an act of faith."

I went to see King Kong last night. The theatre was packed. It dragged on for the first hour, got more exciting in the middle, but by the end, I just wasn't won over. The Starbucks coffee I drank right before it started helped to keep me alert. The special effects were excellent, but the story lacked depth. I guess when we're talking about a giant, animated, ape destroying civilization in search of the blond love-of-his-life, it's hard to go for real depth, eh? I needed a break from the movie so I went to get my boyfriend (the Observer) and I some licorice. We were both starving. It's a three and half hour movie, so stock up on the snacks and visit the facilities before it starts!

One more sleep!


Thursday, December 22, 2005

And right now....

I'm sitting here on my parents' computer. Mine is broken. The screen died. Everyone told me to turn my computer off at night. I guess I should have listened........

My sister got a new cat. He's so tiny and cute. We think his name is Elliot, because his ears stick out like a quirky English person. My Dad suggested naming him Pierre, which seems very sophisticated for such a small creature, but I like it. My sister is a history teacher, so the names she is comtemplating make sense. Elliot.....Pierre......see the trend?

Speaking of cats, I liked this quote: "Dogs have owners. Cats have staff." (Unknown)

Mom is wrapping gifts in the next room. I'm the only one who can't run and peak, so I guess that's why she's doing it now. I actually wouldn't want to look and spoil the surprise. Does that mean I'm getting old?

As she is cutting, folding and taping presents, my Mom asked me if I think rich people pay staff to help them wrap gifts. I know Oprah does. What doesn't Oprah have?

I'm still in my pajamas. I love being at home. We had the best bathroom air freshner last Christmas. It was Cinnamon scented. The stuff made me want to drop a doozer just to have a reason to use it. I'll have to test out this year's fresh scent.

May the gift of peace, hope and happiness be wrapped in your heart this holiday season.

Gosh, that sounds like a Hallmark Christmas card! I love to write cheese. That's enough for today!



Monday, December 19, 2005

Ho Hum Bug!

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back

and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

ANGEL (Sarah McLaughlin)

Here comes another week! Bring on the Christmas craziness! I've got two gifts left. Yesterday I went shopping with Christina. It felt a bit like being in a zoo, people brushing up against each other, banging, pushing, running, lining up, yelling.....ahhh the holiday spirit!

I''m not going back to HMV at Sherway Gardens mall again. Ever. There's this big, burly, bouncer-like security gaurd who stands at the front keeping watch. I've seen him before. He's scary. The alarm went off as soon as I went in the store. No surprise there. I'm full of metal because of my wheelchair. The bouncer dude asked if I had any merchandise from the store with me. I said no, but then Christina took a CD out of my backpack that I'd brought with me to exchange. Big Burly Bouncer saw and wasted no time interrogating me. "Excuse me, Ma'm. You said you didn't have anything like that with you." I'm a Miss, not a M'am. Get it right buddy. I tried to explain that I forgot. I didn't want to say that I was so scared of him that I lost my brain. Thank goodness for scanners. Big Burly Bouncer scanned it and knew it had been paid for. I was so embarrassed. I guess he was just doing his job. I don't think I have the face of a criminal, but maybe it's those kind of people to watch out for.

You're probably wondering what's up with depressing song lyrics. Angel is a pass-me-the Prozac song, but I think it's also pretty. I heard somewhere that it was written about drug addiction. Listening to the song and thinking about it in that context really gets the water works started for me. It also brings me back to being a confused and conflicted teenager. It makes me think of high school, writing, shopping, camp, my first boyfriend, swimming, daquaries, and just being young. Nothing made sense. It's bittersweet. Now I'm supposed to be mature and have the imporant things sorted. We all strive for this, but I don't know if we ever fully get there. It's the journey, not the destination that counts, right?



Wednesday, December 14, 2005

So yeah....

Are you ready for a big dump of snow? I'm not, but it is December........Time has this way of moving now. I think I've finally realized that's it's not going to wait for me. I may be a bit unsure of what I want to do, where I want to live, but things are starting to make sense to me now. I know that I like kind people, I value honestly, my family, fun, homour, and love. Life's too short to waste it on the unimportant stuff. I feel sad to think of people who live on a timed clock, rushing to do everything because they're worried their time will be up soon. That's not the way I want to live. I do, however, want to enjoy the ride. For me this means drinking coffee, going to the movies, sweet kisses, listening to music, hanging with my boyfriend, having heart-to-hearts with friends, eating sushi, chocolate, and drinking red wine.

I have found real love and a best friend all in one person. It just sort of happened when I wasn't looking. All of sudden, I felt myself relax and start talking and being honest. Now that I'm 23, I don't want to stick with someone if I have doubts. I can see this relationship working, because we both laugh all the time, are very sensitive, love our families like crazy, and enjoy being together. Someone once told me that loving someone means having strong feelings and sharing a deep connection. To be in love means we can't imagine our lives without a person. I understand that now.

I was feeling sorry for myself today. My phone didn't ring and my day wasn't very productive. I missed a meeting and was feeling pretty guilty. There was a small storm brewing in my stomach-the kind guys don't get. Doing nothing is tiring. Weird. I'm half listening to the TV, and have no idea what show it is or what channel, but noise is comforting when we live alone. The phone is ringing now.

I'm hoping this sun will bring on warmer weather!