Christmas in Saskatchewan

Reading

Beloved - Toni Morrison

Home for the holidays

We're flying out to Saskatchewan in a few hours to Luc's home town. It's always really fun when we visit, and this time there's something even more exciting than Christmas to celebrate - we have a new baby nephew (as of yesterday morning) to visit!! 

We'll be flying home on Christmas Day for dinner with my family, and hopefully the flights this year will go smoothly. This will be fourth time that we've flown home from SK to BC on Christmas Day, and so far only once have we spent the day drunk in the airport because of delayed flights.  

Looking for an out

Walking up the 3 flights of stairs from the parking lot to the gym.

Me: Weird...it smells like someone's been burning candles.
Luc: Maybe the gym's on fire and we can go home and eat.
Me: No....
Luc: But maybe?

#63 - Being festive

63: Paint my nails candy-apple red


My original intentions for going to Shopper's Drug Mart were to mail Christmas cards and buy Christmas cards. After mailing the cards, I was left to battle with about 5 old ladies who were also buying Christmas cards. They were all crowded around the rows that held "for someone special", "for mom", "for dad", and "funny", leaving me with the "for grand-daughter", "for grand-son", "religious", and all of the other crappy ones. It's just that I don't have any grandchildren yet, and I don't like to be too intense with my card-giving. So to kill time before the crowds around the good cards cleared, I loitered in the makeup section. I ended up picking up some red nail polish, and voila! 

Going for a manicure would have been way more fun than painting my own nails while watching Seinfeld reruns, but this still turned out all right.

Time to get real with myself

I'm sick of complaining about trying to lose weight. I'm done with going to the gym and getting no results. I'm going to actually try really hard and get into great shape. Please note, this is not me fishing for compliments. The reason I'm writing about this is because if I actually announce my intentions (rather than continue with my secret futile efforts), then I at least have some real expectations to live up to. I know what it takes - really hard work at the gym, dedication, and clean eating habits. So hear me now, I'm done with eating cookies then bitching about my love handles. I'm giving myself 6 weeks and it's going to happen. I won't bore you with the details and the numbers, but know that I have a goal and I'm going to reach it!

Reading

The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie - Alan Bradley