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?

Dig Up

Back on Victoria Day my niece’s 29 year old boyfriend (yes, he’s older than me) made a comment about women being confused and not knowing what they want. He made this comment while out with 4 girls (the boy has a death wish). And if you know anything about me at all, you know I didn’t let this pass. He tried removing his foot from his mouth but only managed to shove it in further. My cousin (and not a cousin to my niece) told him ”to keep digging up”.

Oddly enough, I find this phrase quite appropriate concerning my life at the moment. I fully admit I’m stuck, and I feel like the few attempts I’ve made have been as futile as “digging up”. My drive has, and I apologize for the really bad pun that’s about to happen, driven away. The catch-22 here is I know how to go about changing how I’m feeling, but as I said, I just can’t bring myself to do it.

I’ll never say this to Metro (my nickname for my niece’s boyfriend), but in this instance I really am confused.

Anyone feel like giving this girl the proverbial kick in the ass she needs?

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?