Donkey Noises.

I paid off my mastercard this morning. Apparently I got a lot more into the Christmas spirit than I thought I did.

Christmas Highlights Reel:
-Brocolli bacon salad
-Alanna gets engaged (I'm going to be a bridesmaid.)
-Plant Earth watching
-The Farming Game playing
-Fireworks (like every Christmas)
-Sleeping honk-shoe honk-shoe
-Driving back to Regina too early Boxing Day morning so that I can make it back for hockey games

Other than that I've been having a pretty relaxed holiday filled with hockey games, library dealing, bill paying, late nights, sleep-ins, short fits of skating and day dreams about upsetting shelves at the library. I go back to work on Monday. I think it will be kind of nice to have routine again. I've been watching far too much Family Guy.

Also, I hate some librarians and love other librarians. I hate the Central Library librarians. They can suck a dick.

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas.

Number of:
minutes I've been at work: 32
times I've stared blankly at a wall this morning: 16
people I've seen in the office: 6
people usually in the office: 40+
times my little car almost got stuck in the snowy parking lot: 4
rice krispy squares eaten: 2
rice krispy squares I dropped in the parking lot at the apartment: 1
rice krispy squares I dropped in the parking lot at the apartment and then proceeded to eat: 1
minutes it took me to scrape the ice off my car this morning: 7
days off starting tomorrow: 10
days I wish I had off starting now: 29,200
times I yelled jackal last night while we were playing Pictionary at Jesse's family Christmas: TOO MANY

Tonight we're having family Christmas at my house. I think the last time that happened I was... maybe eight. It's been a while. I'm excited to open presents tonight. Jesse is pretty much child who can't wait, so we've already given each other one of our presents. I got Paper Heart. Thank you, Aimee Tetreault for helping him figure out Christmas.

Hopefully the roads are better tomorrow. I was planning on going to Yorkton for the day, and then coming back Boxing Day for the hockey games we have tickets to, but if the roads are anything like they were yesterday I think I'll stay put. Which is unfortunate because I really want some brocolli bacon salad.(via vi.sualize.us)

Remember That Song...

Boulevard of Broken Dreams? Yeah, I just heard that on the radio.

I didn't post yesterday because Christmas sucks. That's right. I was on board with Christmas for about a week. I managed to get something or make something for everyone on my list, wrapped everything with pretty little bows and put it under the Christmas tree that my mother made me put up. I even fluffed the branches of said Christmas tree so that it didn't just look like a green stick with more green sticks coming off of it. But I draw the line at this. I draw the line at cleaning.

It's true that Christmas has absolutely nothing to do with cleaning and that it's really my own fault that we live a little on the unkempt side, but if it weren't for us having Christmas Eve at my house this year, I wouldn't have had to clean all night. And so I blame it on Christmas. Just like everyone else blames their problems on stupid shit. But I digress.

Other than the cleaning, the Christmas season has been going swimmingly. I usually do the bare minimum of Christmas-y things, but I've been totally getting into it. I even feel like I might have knocked it out of the park. Without breaking my budget!

In completely unrelated news, I gave a fellow motorist the finger this morning. He honked at my twice while I was waiting for a pedestrian to cross the street so I shot him the bird and gave him "fuck you eyes" while saying, "Haven't done that yet this morning." Ugh. I am becoming my worst nightmare.

City Beat Charm.

Friday night after work we went to Moose Jaw to visit Jesse's mom. We stayed at his grandparent's house in a bedroom straight out of the seventies. Wood paneling, seven different floral prints and orange crystal lamps. His Grandpa talks like Saruman from Lord of the Rings. I felt really grown up going home with a boy, meeting his parents and then sharing a room. What else, what else? Oh yeah, I went to a party where everyone was smoking hash and I felt really uncomfortable. Greeeat.

Saturday night was Aimee's birthday party. Two chicks got into a huge fight wherein one of them almost broke a glass on the other one's head. It was just insanely busy and there were people everywhere. It was impossible to maneuver through the crowd. Santa Claus was there and so was every single person that we went to high school with. It was one of those nights. I had one shot, smoked too much, danced a lot, and got punched in the face. Yeah, you heard me. Punched. In. The. Face. I told Jesse and he drove all the way in from his party in Moose Jaw to make sure I was all right. I told him not to, but he did and it was kind of the most romantic thing he's ever done. Then we watched Chilly Beach. Not so romantic.

Sunday night we went to a hockey game, Canada vs. Sweden, and we crushed Sweden. It was a real chippy* game in which we won 6-2. Afterwards we went to 7-11 and got nachos with that really gross (read: delicious) cheese. Rounded out with an early bedtime, making it a really good date. Apparently I'm just a boy now, hockey and nachos never used to constitute for a great date.

Favorite quote from the weekend?
"Yeah, I don't know who would win in a fight. Both of my moms are missing teeth." And they totally are.


*Chippy apparently means that there was a lot of fighting and cheap shots. I learned that this morning.

I'm Warning You.

I successfully rickrolled someone at work today. Damn, that's one handsome mother fucker.I love how he's slightly off centre. Always rebeling.

Once I Stood To Lose Her...

And I saw what I had done
Bowed down and threw away the hours
of her garden and her sun.

-Eddie Vedder

I don't have much to say, but I wanted to post before the weekend when I'll be away from my computer for two days. My week was filled with missed cues, long telephone calls, Christmas shopping, Project Runway, Into The Wild soundtrack, sleepovers, Team Canada hockey games, lame office jokes, feta cheese, parental fights, bad gas mileage and getting excited for the holiday season.

Currently Reading: The Zookeeper's Wife by Diane Ackerman

I'll leave you with The Marshmallow Test:

My Christmas Wish List.

• book light
• print from this Etsy shop (specifically this or this or this)
• book shelf
• a couple meters of this fabric
• Stuff White People Like by Christian Lander
• A subscription to a trashy celebrity magazine. (Don't judge me.)
• cute socks
• cute tights
• the in-between seasons of Seinfeld that I don't have
• a stand for my guitar
• a Roughriders sweater

Christmas Hues, Winter Blues.

I think I would be okay with winter if it looked like this: But it doesn't. Unless you look really hard, but that's nearly impossible when it's -50 outside and your eyelashes have frozen together from crying at the bleakness of the next five months.This post is a little late, it was really meant for the last week of abysmal weather. On a lighter note, it was much nicer outside today. Very bearable.
(via Jamie at From Me To You)

Fresh Faces.

I forgot how cute and annoying babies can be, all at the same time. I like holding them for awhile, and then giving them back.

I love the leery look Jaylee is giving her new little sister (who looks like a doll).

After we visited them, I went home and straight to bed. It was exhausting watching Ashley run after Jaylee, while trying to care for a newborn. I had strange nightmares all night that I was pregnant and Jesse was locking me up and forcing me to keep the baby. It was all a little too Misery for me. The locking up part, not the baby part. I don't think Kathy Bates impregnated James Caan at any point.

Hummin' Sweet Tunes.

My brother Jason and his girlfriend Ashley had a baby girl last Friday, but I was sick with some kind of flu type bug so I haven't seen her as of yet. We're going to remedy that tonight. Her name is Katie Marie, and from the pictures I would say she's about a five out of nine on the baby scale of cuteness. Although, maybe she's just got the Babey, non-photogenic gene. I'm just kidding, she's pretty adorable.

I'll leave you with Bert and Ernie making out while the Cookie Monster watches: (via Brock Davis)

There's A Songbird On My Pillow...

I can see the fun in weeping willow
I can see the sun.
-Vanity Fare

My morning routine:
I set my clock five minutes early to get maximum snuggle time before I have to wake up and face my day. Stumble around Jesse's apartment and try to assemble myself to look half human. Pour myself a bowl of cereal and read old skateboarding magazines. Get into car and curse everyone who doesn't have to be up at ungodly hours.

This morning however, there was a note on the table and the back of a ripped up cereal box. The note read, "Dallas couldn't figure out the puzzles on the back of this cereal box. Can you? Also, there's juice in the fridge for you. Have a good day at work."