Auld lang syne.

With the last day of the year upon me, I am left to reflect on how it went.

My 2008 began in Stephenville, where I brought in the New Year with the most important people... my Stephenville family.

My spring was unmemorable. Actually, I didn't remember anything until I saw these pictures:

And then there was the summer. Three things stand out for the summer in my head.

One - Robyn

Two - My Brother

Three - The Road Trip


And of course the fall and winter of 2008 which equals:




And here is hoping that next year's post will be just as (if not more so) full.

So it's Christmas.

The festivities are winding down and I am sad that such a great holiday is ending. My Christmases are usually heinous and involve lots of bickering and generally depressing times.

But this Christmas has proved to be different, with my brother home (our first Christmas as a whole family in eight years!) everyone was jolly and thankful that his was one of the few flights that got through during this Canada wide whiteout.

Christmas Eve my brother, mom and I went to church (my church, yay!) and we came home to the multitudes of food and goodies my dad had prepared. We popped a bottle of champagne and sat around the tree to open presents.

I couldn't afford to buy anything this year (but my family knew this). I did get two photos blown up and framed for my mom and brother. The one for my mom was a picture of her parents (S'ville Nan and Pop!) smiling and sitting on a wharf in front of the water. The picture is about fifteen years old and my mom had never seen it before because I scammed it from my Nanny. Needless to say it was loved. Brother Bear got a picture of him and I with Santa circa 1989 and he is holding me in his arms while I'm screaming in fright over the man in the red suit.

Christmas day we opened stockings and ate Christmas dinner. Spice pudding, oh yeah.

Boxing day morning was spent with McKayla who arrived bright and early. My brother and I spent a lot of the day just driving around the city looking at lights and old merchant homes. Also, for anyone who is in the city, Signal Hill has a HUGE star on the side of it. It is pretty insane and extremely beautiful to look up in the hills and see the star shining down over the city.

I hope to see everyone at our New Year's party. Please come back in time! No fireworks sadly, but sparklers and tons of food for everyone. And a great view of the harbour to watch the city's firework display as well!

Missing you.

Christmas wishes.

Just a quick note wishing everyone a super Merry Christmas! I am having a great time with my family and I hope you are too.


P.S. I am posting this from a new toy my brother gave me for Christmas, can anyone guess what it is?

Tuney misters.

Read this article and be amazed at the good things being done in this country for young musicians... much to Stephen Harper's dismay.

It rolls in from the sea.

Everyone who drives around downtown/old St. John's says the same thing: the streets are too effing narrow!

But that's because they were made for horsies. :)


I love living on this side of town. Stepping out to face the day and being greeted with the clip-clop of horses, seeing the Basilica towering down the road, Signal Hill in the distance.

Sigh. I live in a magical place.

Intergovernmental relations in Canada.

This is my 600th post. I think I might need a hobby.

A little something to lighten us up as I head into my two Poli Sci exams this week.

'Tis merrymeeting.

OMG, HOUSE BLOG.

Jonesy time.

I have a special treat for you hooligans this evening: a guest blogger!

Rob left a comment on my blog a few days ago stating that he would like to write for my [soon to be coming] house blog. And of course I said that he was welcome to blog on any blog of mine.

So he chose to post here instead!

Without further ado, I give you:

Jonesy Time

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BIGGER. BOLDER. BOUNCIER. STUPIDER.

If you've never heard of the show MANswers, now you have. If you've never seen it, you simply don’t know what you’re missing.

The subtitle of the show is: BIGGER. BOLDER. BOUNCIER.

I know this sounds ironic, but: you have no idea how gross an understatement that subtitle is until you've had first-hand experience with this gem of American brain-washing propaganda.

The first thing I noticed when watching this show is that THE HOST IS ALWAYS YELLING EVERYTHING AT YOU. IT'S LIKE HE'S AFRAID YOU'RE GOING TO MISS ONE OF THE HUNDREDS OF UNNECESSARY FACTS THAT HE THROWS AT YOU.

In fact, the only way the show can create any sense of dynamic is with an even more abrasive barrage of sound effects and images.

So, while the host is yelling something moronic like, "BOOBS ARE LIKE SEX: EVEN WHEN THEY'RE BAD, THEY'RE PRETTY GOOD", there is a simultaneous visual bombardment of girls with really fake boobs, in really tiny bikinis, eating really big pieces of meat. And don’t forget the obligatory “BOING” sound effect that plays while these girls run around.

This is the essence of MANswers, and that’s not one word of a lie.

Some common synonyms for breasts used in this show include:
Money-makers
Fun-bags
Melons
Utters
Glorious-globes
Dynamic-duo
Firm-fruit
Knarly-knee-knockers
Ankle-anchors
Rockin’-racks
Droopy-disasters
Sag-sacks
Love-pillows
B-cup-bozonga-bonanza (Once again, totally serious)

So, even if you don't retain any of the gratuitous nuggets of knowledge that they throw at you, at least you'll accumulate amplified abilities in alliteration - you're english Professor will surely appreciate that.

As you can guess, there's some really offensive stuff in this show, but one question that totally blew my mind was this: "HOW CAN YOU TELL IF SHE HAS SAGGY BOOBS BEFORE YOU RIP HER CLOTHES OFF?"

How in the hell do they get away with this shit?

I mean, this show is single-handedly increasing stupidity in America (and Canada too; you can thank cultural imperialism for that), and the last thing we need is more idiot guys obsessed with nothing more than meat, cars, and T&A.

Anyway, I'm going to stop now before I have a stroke. If you need me, I'll be driving my Hummer to Mc Donald’s while ogling girls on the way.

Trust me, it's ok, Spike TV said so.

HERE, HERE and HERE.

- Watch. Listen. Be enlightened.

The talented Tookie.

You're so pretty.

You speak like you're someone else while on stage in front of lots of people. Wow. What braveness.

I miss you so very much, little one. Have a beautiful and amazing birthday.

Happy times are ahead.

Undercover.

Something to make you laugh during these stressful times. I've already watched it like ten times... addictive.

Sean left his jam-jams.

A week since my last post! A record for sure. No internet and living with awesomegasmic people will do that.

I'm sure things will get back to normal over the course of December. Because yes, it is indeed December, despite whatever your internal clock might say.

In honour of a very special lady day here in Canada, I'm showing you these lovely lady faces:
I look really different in those photos. Like young and old Sarah.

Also in honour of special lady day, a special lady song... CHRISTMAS SONG!


I want to start a house blog, starring my lovely roomies and I. Audio recordings of Phillipe and Moo doing it included. OBVIOUSLY.