Um...wow In order to give my brain a chance to recover from the onslaught of Jager, 50 and red wine, I present a list -- A Brief Series Of Events That Occurred As A Result Of W. Living Out Her Alter Ego.

1. So much Jager that it's possible they ran out.
2. They actually DID run out of quarts of 50.
3. Chad Kroeger look alike's birthday.
4. A frostbitten toe.
5. Poutines all around!  ¶ 5:17 PM 5 comments links to this post

  The joy of British comedy I am really at a loss about what to blog about since I am in constant contact with anyone who reads this blog thanks to email, texts, photo sites, and frig, let's go old school...THE PHONE.

However, I wanted to tell you all at once about the AWESOME show that I discovered due to the recent addition of BBC Canada to my channel lineup. The Thick of It is this sort of Yes Minister-The Office (UK) magical hybrid. It's a mockumentary set in a minister's office. The comedy, it is hilarious in the way it kind of hits the nail on the head (read: it drives the nail squarely into the wood). I DARE any of you whose email addresses end in gc.ca to watch it and not immediately know who Malcolm's Canadian equivalent is.

Ok, I've said too much.

p.s. Happy New Year!  ¶ 9:35 PM 0 comments links to this post

  A diary of the lazy I have been inspired by K. to think about my own path to becoming someone who was once "someone who works out" but is now "someone who continues to pay for a gym membership." I used to scoff at those people who were too tired to work out after work or couldn't find the time. I don't even have a boyfriend, let alone children, yet in the past month or so my workout schedule has been this:

Monday: Go to the gym after work.
Tuesday: Obviously, this is my rest day. I just went to the gym yesterday!
Wednesday: Tote gym bag to work. During the course of the day, receive invitation that I cannot turn down (examples: reception thrown by the brewers' lobby; birthday party for MP; any other event involving free food/booze). Decide that it's no big deal to skip another workout...I should be out on the town!! Leave gym bag at work.
Thursday: Far too tired to go to the gym after work. Was out too late the night before. Body deserves rest.
Friday: For some reason, after 2pm on Fridays is the busiest time of my week. Leave work at 6pm with a vague air of suicidality (not a word, I know) around me. Obviously am too depressed to work out.
Saturday: Excessive guilt means I am finally ready to get back on the treadmill.
Sunday: Obviously a day of rest! Even God says so!

I used to be sooo skinny -- when I couldn't afford nice meals and I had 15 hours of class a week. But looking back, I remember that I never felt happy with the way I looked, even at my slimmest. So what's the point? I know I am supposed to exercise for the goodness of my heart and cholesterol level and blah blah blah, but COME ON: I do it to get skinny. Which I will never be, in my mind. I need a new reason -- much like K., I need to figure out a way to view it as part a of my life in the same way I view, say, sleeping. And a way to view it as more than for just superficial reasons.  ¶ 11:06 AM 1 comments links to this post

  Kickoff the Christmas season! I don't really decorate or anything for Christmas...that's what going home is for. So, how lucky was it for me to be invited to K&D's legendary Christmas extravaganza! Though the conversation wasn't always Chrismas appropriate -- bald eagles and hurricanes and the like -- it was always quick-witted and amusing and we had Christmas music as a background to bring us back to more appropriate topics.

Some had better manners than others:


But the food (the food!!) and decor, and -- last but not least -- the company were fabulous. Also, the gifts were so fun and thoughtful...I kind of felt like a little kid again! Pictures of the destruction below.

Some other glimpses of the night:
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  A day late My grandfather used to laugh at my grandmother when she would wear pants. By the time I was born, when they were 60 years old or thereabout, it was assumed and unspoken that I would go to university in whatever field I chose. My grandmother couldn't wear pants, but I sure as hell could have been a doctor were I not so queasy around blood. All this change. In the span of less than a lifetime.

I really want to take this moment to reflect on the fact that I can inwardly wrinkle my nose when I hear the word "feminist" only because of women who didn't cringe when they heard that word.  ¶ 5:29 PM 1 comments links to this post

  The paradox of choice (yes, I am aware of and have read the book by the same name) I spent 20 minutes in Sears today choosing socks. Well, the socks themselves were not the issue. The issue was knee-highs for work. I like wearing fishnets for two reasons: 1) not boring, and 2) for some reason, men notice. Anytime they are not speaking to my chest I count as time well spent.

However, for some reason this struck me as some kind of indicator of the excess of our society. Why this out of the million other things in the Rideau Centre in December during the Christmas shopping season, but...I mean, it pissed me off because it's one thing to only be able to buy plain sheer kneehighs. But I was specifically looking for tan fishnets. They came in hot pink. They came in lavender. But not a colour to actually match my skin?? I figured that if they were attempting to present every other possible option, they tight-makers could at least have the decency to give me that choice. Or...maybe they were sold out.  ¶ 9:07 PM 1 comments links to this post

  Just quickly I can't let this blog degenerate into whining!! You people suffer through that enough in real life.  ¶ 11:19 AM 2 comments links to this post