I remember in my blogging prime and probably the height of my loneliness, I would blog throughout the 24th and 25th. I had nothing else better to do. I’m not saying that blogging wasn’t a worthwhile venture, but I think at that time it became a replacement for a lot of things as well as my
One of my favourite non-traditional Christmas tunes. Enjoy.
A buddy of mine threw this supercut together based on Rudolph. It’s pretty funny. If you like it, send him some love.
I want to preface this by saying that this is a legitimate question stemmed from my own ignorance and foolish imagination. Earlier this evening was prepping my Christmas playlist. It’s not in actual play yet, but it will be soon. After organizing I proceeded to the kitchen sink, began washing dishes, and I couldn’t help
Ah, Saturday morning. You used to bring me peace. Now it brings a lot of “good boy,” “gentle,” ”NO,” “No Bite,” “NO BITE!” That’s not to mention the constant chasing of the cat. Poor feline doesn’t stand a chance, yet. On the bright side I still get to enjoy my Muskoka Maple coffee. * * *
I think this is the earliest I’ve seen it, but I’ve only been back in Cambridge since July. On November first, the City of Cambridge felt it was time to put up their street post Christmas lights. I’ve already seen the arguments flaring on the Interwebz social media thingie about beginning the commercialized hype this
So. Yeah. Merry Christmas and stuff. As a general whole, I think people will fall into two camps today. Either bored and/or waiting for the arrival of Christmas Day, or celebrating one of many Christmases. Since I’m writing this on the 23rd, I’m going to bank that I will fall under the first category. Sure,
Sometimes a 140 character or less post about my day is far more effective than a paragraph or five. So yes, Wednesday was a conscious decision. Two weeks back into the work force and it feels like I never left. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing–just making an observation. We as a species really
Sorry Wednesday. I completely ignored you there. I was too busy clicking the ominous looking removing friend button. I think if I were to make a metaphor here– my friends list has gone from morbidly obese, McDonald’s gorging Texan to Canadian Prairie farm girl. Perhaps by next your it’ll be down to a Christina Hendricks.