a little holiday cheer

as my mom says, the similarities to the grinch are remarkable. i am sick. again.
and i hates it.

another reason not to eat turkey

the turkey's hand! and no, it's not blood. it's just beet juice.

heart on my sleeve

when i was 15 i started going to a new highschool in a town i didn't even live in. i was in grade ten. i had no friends. what i did have was a french class with the best girl in the entire universe. and now i've known her for longer than i hadn't known her. and i'll always be glad, with every year that passes, that that year didn't pass us by without bringing us each other.



this christmas i love you as much as ever.

making martha proud

this is how we roll

when we eat we get food in our hair. and our eyes.





you wanna make somethin' of it?

we were never being boring

the other day i threw a banana peel at a complete stranger. right on his head, actually. which may sound strange until i explain that this person whom i pelted with peel was in the garbage at the time. that's right. in the garbage. they were crouching unseen in the dumpster in the alleyway. i, on the other hand, was walking along, singing a song, eating a banana. and upon removing the peel, i altered course slightly and tossed it with a flourish into the dumpster, whereupon it hit a complete stranger in the head. this surprised him, but not more than it surprised me. one second you think you're pretty much alone and the next second there's a complete stranger unfolding himself in the dumpster and grumbling at you for whacking him in the head with a banana peel. it gave me quite a turn. except that, as i walked away, i started grinning at the absurdity of it. then i started giggling quietly to myself and, after all, it sorta made my day brighter. not that i didn't feel sorry for the stranger a little. but, as the ancient proverb states "those that in refuse stay, upon refuse will be heaped".

that night, in bed, when bun had just fallen asleep, i suddenly recalled this (i meant to tell him right away, but somehow it got lost between the christmas present preparing, dinner and baby) and had to recount it to him. he thought it was a dream the next day. sometimes, living with me is like a dream. but it's debatable as to whether it's a good dream.

you've got a real short skirt. i wanna look up, yeah yeah.

sometimes i like vancouver. the crawling lights making their way up the northshore mountains. the runway of grouse mountain twinkling like a beacon for alien craft. the sparkling pomegranate of science world. the frosty goodness of walking bub around and around the block while she's sleeping, waiting for daddy to get home.

in other ground-breaking news:
bun won't stop saying "cap'n jack sparrow, you owe me 100 years of service" in his davey jones voice. which is only slightly better than when he wouldn't stop saying "captain jack sparrow" in his captain jack sparrow voice.

and my dinner is ready!

and so it begins

i love christmas because you get to make lots of cookies and make kids happy.

one two three four, i declare a thumb war

today the rain left stumps where snowmen used to be. and bub is still ill.

things that make it better:
1. the cute little hospital gown that bub wore in the e.r.
2. having an excuse to sleep in the same bed as the bub's sweet little self

sick and tired and sweet

the bublet is so sick. i'm so sad.

raise your hands up to the sky

a rush and a push and the blog is ours

bun said i'm getting sucked too deep into the blogworld. blogwooooooorld. it sounds weird. tomorrow i can extricate myself from the sticky world of words if i wish. we'll see what happens... the blogosphere is calling my name and maybe, just maybeeeee, it's calling yours, too.

and, jill - i'm glad i did it. thanks for the push.