A Belated Merry Christmas

Despite the fact that Christmas Day was marred by my developing a horrible stomach bug, it wasn’t all that bad. Presents were eventually opened, and merriment was had by the majority of my family out at my sisters in Ajax.

Thankfully I wasn’t awake, or well enough, to care much about what I was missing while I was at home by myself sleeping the day away with a bucket close to my bed.

I did get to open my presents later on that evening when I managed to stay awake for about 2 hours, and am grateful for what Santa brought me.

(What do you mean there’s no Santa? There most certainly is!)

The days since Christmas Day have been filled with fun and good news. From popcorn fights, to finally seeing an excellent comedy in the theatre (4 Christmases in case you’re interested), to hearing yet more good news from friends in regards to babies, to Channukah parties, and just general good cheer from all sides, I have very high hopes that 2009 is going to be a very good year.

Now, if only the economy would improve a bit, there would be nothing to complain about.

Santa, if you’re listening, can you do anything to improve our economy in the near future?

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday Dad. You’re 79 years old today.

This day was quite difficult for me to handle last year. I was talking to my dear friend Erin, and explained to her how it would have been your birthday. She corrected me in saying it is your birthday. Present tense, not past.

And although it made me cry, her statement reminded me of something very important. You truly are always with us.

When I look in the mirror and curse my eyebrows, you’re there. When Emma’s ears go red in the sun, you’re there. When the kids come up with a “darndest thing” comment, you’re there. When we’re all together and there’s a lull in the conversation, it’s just your turn to say something.

You’re there watching over us as we sleep. You’re the little voice in the back of our heads telling us we did a great job on something. You’re the motivation to do better, and the reason we have pride in ourselves.

To put it simply Dad, you’re the reason for us.

And although you may no longer be with us physically, we know we have the best angel possible. Our Dad who knew all, and saw all, although he may have denied it, truly does see and know all now.

So, Happy Birthday Dad. I love you.

Binary Anyone?

If I were to tell you I’m fluent in several languages, would you believe me? Shocking, no? Well, it’s true; sort of. My friend’s husband tells us that my girlfriends and I speak in Binary. A friend of mine tells me that since I am a girl I naturally speak Martian. I speak English everyday, and when the need arises, I will attempt to speak French.

So my theory is that makes me fluent in several languages. Yes, I do realize that this is akin to a kid saying they are fluent in Pig Latin. But it’s a Monday. I haven’t posted in forever, and this was the only thing I could think of right now.

I wanted to write a post back in February to mark the one year anniversary of my dad’s passing, but I just couldn’t bring myself to finish it. I had too many thoughts to share, and my emotions were making it difficult to organize them properly.

Last Friday would have been my parents’ 27th wedding anniversary. I spent the day trying to ignore the fact which I’m positive was easier for me than my mom. Tomorrow will be my dad’s 79th birthday, a day none of us are looking forward to.

It always seems to be something, doesn’t it?