Yes, Mrs. L was 54 yesterday. Just ten years my senior. I popped by armed with a wish and a christmas gift. Showed me an interesting book called Sailing Away from Winter . Check out this link, book sounds quite interesting. An adventure of a lifetime, and soon to become reality for Mrs. L and the sailor.
As I admired a beautiful mermaid that adorns her kitchen, I told them of a place in Annapolis Royal, that we visit every year. It's home to several mermaids, and any other nautical "stuff". It's http://www.traditionalmarine.com/
It does contain an amino acid called tryptophan that is involved in sleep and mood control. But turkey has no more of the acid than chicken or minced beef. Eating lots of food and drink at Christmas are probably the real cause of sleepiness.
First things first... Ernie Fage is guilty of failing to remain at the scene of an accident. Pretty smart really, as he ran away drunk, and avoided a drinking and driving charge. The tory caucus gave him the boot. My heart bleeds dishwater.
Grandpere is now 70 years old. Had a little party for him on Sunday, my annual supper. Stormy weather kept most guests away, but Mom and dad came, and Smartie Pants and his girl showed up. Smartie Pants travels rain or shine, sleet or snow. I memorized his cell phone, after he reluctantly gave it to me. He's on an anti-phone campaign, sponsored in part by his mother. Ya right !
Hope Oscar is fine, and give him a "kiss" for me. He kissed me once, you know, on the staircase. Very handsome, quick moving, and a little sneaky too. Hope he didn't require a psychiatric visit after doing all that time in the slammer.
Don't worry about getting another year older... you should welcome the day, buy yourself a gift, be in good company, keep your coat hung up, and have no regrets! Enjoy your day !
~~~Canada's post office and police are trying to track down a "rogue elf" who wrote obscene letters to children on behalf of Santa Claus, a newspaper reported on Friday. The Ottawa Citizen said at least 10 nasty letters had been delivered to little girls and boys in Ottawa who wrote to Santa this year care of the North Pole, which has a special H0H 0H0 Canadian postal code. Return letters from Santa are in fact written by an 11,000-strong army of Canada Post employees and volunteers. "We firmly believe there is just one rogue elf out there," a Canada Post spokeswoman told the paper. Canada Post's popular "Write to Santa" program -- which last year delivered more than a million letters to children in Canada and around the world -- has been shut down in Ottawa until the offender is caught.~~
Seems as tho I have a lot of Santa business to discuss this year.... So now Santa is too fat. He sets a bad example, and we should be portraying a slimmer Santa for the big fat lie we tell our kids.I mean, is it any surprise he is heavy, with all that milk and cookies. Maybe he and Fergie could be partners in the weight watchers ads. Red suit and red hair.... Next year, they'll want to have Santa portrayed as the one pulling the sled, outfitted with cross country skis. Some people have too much time on their hands.
So we have snow, no need to dream of a white Christmas. It's here, with all its slush, and low windshield wash icons flashing.
I met up with Lady and the Girl today. Had a quick drink and a yarn. They didn't even have the bottle opened when I unexpectedly pulled into the driveway. They said" I must have smelled it" ha Ha... nothing more fun than a drink with friends and a very peppy yarn. I offered some loving dictation for the lady to put on her beau's gift, but she declined. She says, only the English men are full of loving expression. It's not a french thing. And here I always thought the french were supposed to be the great lovers . French men, from, let's say Paris, are known to dress, eat, drink, and love better. If I was a single woman now... I would head for France.
Reminds me of a trip to Superstore. The hostess, and myself made a trip to Barrington for groceries. There was a very attractive man in the store, shopping all alone. I noticed him, of course, and so did the Hostess. I was totally impressed when I got to the checkout and was behind him. Such a credit to his gender! The hostess parked her cartful behind mine. I relayed the bad news to her... the man had diapers and similac in his cart, and obviously, he was not available. " And?" the Hostess replied.... " neither are you, right?" Oh yeah, I forgot !! We had a good laugh over that.
Changing topics, as I laid in the tub tonight at 4:45pm, I counted 114 seagulls go past my window, headed west, and to bed. Isn't that some kind of traffic lane? I was amazed. I am fairly knowledgeable of seagulls thanks to my bird brain friend, the doctor and sailor. He has an amazing variety of knowledge on just about anything you have been dying to know. Smart indeed.
Well, tonight was the night. My eldest smelled a little sweaty, and got his own deodorant. Wow, he is growing. If he ever read this blog, he would put me in some kind of headlock, and wrestle me to the ground. ha ha. He wanted to try some kind of wrestling move on me, and I was foolish enough to give in. "Now Son", I said, " don't ever think you can handle your old lady". Yes, I was wrong, and the kink in my neck lasted 2 days.
I have been voted most unpopular boss for December 2007, says the grapevine at work.
Made 3 changes, 1 layoff, 4 enemies, and oodles of talk. To top it off, I decided today to give them each a Christmas card, brimming with warm and fuzzy wishes for a great Christmas. I imagine most landed in our recycle bag. Ha Ha. Our xmas party is next week, it will be interesting. It's like I always said, it's more important for me to like them, than it is for them to like me.
Like a glob of tree balsam in your hand, it will wear off.
~~Welcome to the Karlheinz Schreiber Show, the revenge-seeking former arms dealer and lobbyist who insists (in his most recent version) that he struck a deal to swap brown-envelope cash for the political currency of Brian Mulroney in 1993 when Mulroney was still Canada's prime minister.~~ Today he said that Jean Charest accepted big bucks from him too, election donation. Schrieber says it was $30,000.... Jean Charest, who doesn't remember ever meeting him, says it was only $10,000 and legal.
Lucky for Schreiber , he was allowed to return to his Ottawa home today on bail of only $1.3 million. Nope, I never helped put up the bail money. the Scheibers and Marc Lalonde dug into their pockets. I would have donated for bail, as I don't mind paying for real good entertainment. and besides, I'm getting to like him more and more every day.
His Ho!Ho!Ho! is being questioned after all the Ho talk this year. Can you believe it? They are suggesting perhaps the jolly man in the red suit say "Ha!Ha!Ha!. What is the world coming to? Santa says Ha Ha Ha ????
What about O Ho-ly Night? Are they going to change that too???................... Ho-ly Shit, I say.
Yup, December has arrived, and so has the cold. get your mitts, and chapstick out. I might even have to wear socks soon.
The tree is up, most gifts are wrapped, and the wreaths are in the back of my vehicle. I'm getting there. Boy, those wreaths sure do smell like christmas. I like my prelit tree, but do miss the smell, and spills.
Last night we went to the Red Cap for a late dinner and live entertainment. Was very nice and festive. The cook was with us, and its always nice to have her around.
The old hearts strings seem a little pulled these days... missing my old bro, and worried a bit about the holidays without him. Mom said she heard Willie Nelson sing "I'll have a blue Christmas" and it really hits home.
We hung up a special tree ornament in his memory, and I am sure he's smiling down on us all.
I reread the Christmas card he gave me last year, mentioning our busy lives and wishing we made more time to visit and to talk. Lots to learn here, I guess.