Et c’est parti!

My tree is up, the lights are on and knick-knacks have been spread around to reflect this happy time of year. I just love it. Everything is so bright and colourful. It’s purdy.

I don’t really enjoy the fact that there are boxes everywhere and the house is a mess, but once those suckers will be out of the way, when my most devoted beloved husband bring them back to our storage location, our little condo will be festive. Yay.

To make matters even better we had a little snow yesterday. They’re announcing a storm for tomorrow. Time will tell. Today is a beautiful winter day in Montreal. The air is crisp, the sky is blue and the ground is white (where it’s still covered).

Yesterday I was at a client who came by to drop some papers on my desk, when I noticed he had glitters in his beard. He received our corporate Christmas card. Darn, those glitters won’t quit!

The parcels I’ve sent to the States have crossed the border. Yippee! Santa Paws is on its way to you! Yeah, you! Hope you’re ready for it.

Speaking of being ready, I believe the participants in our Santa Paws Merely Gift Exchange have been busy creating and will soon ship, if not already done. Wouldn’t want someone to not receive their gift in time for Christmas, now would we?

For those of you who'd like to know, the Japanese Drums were amazing; the encounter with the neurologist went well (one more test to do next week); and my party & cake were a success. So in all, it's been busy but good around here. The madness of the Season has begun, that's for sure!

Your Friday Smile!

Larry is the guy who gets home late one night and, Linda, his wife says, 'Where the hell have you been?'

Larry replies: 'I was out getting a tattoo!'

'A tattoo?' she frowned. 'What kind of tattoo did you get?'

'I got a hundred dollar bill on my privates,' he said proudly.

'What the hell were you thinking?! She said, shaking her head in disgust.
'Why on earth would an accountant get a hundred dollar bill tattooed on his privates?'

"Well, One, I like to watch my money grow.
Two, once in a while I like to play with my money.
Three, I like how money feels in my hand.
And, lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you can stay right here at home and blow a hundred bucks anytime you want."

Larry is in the Hospital, room 233.

Happy Friday!
Only three Fridays before Christmas...
If you're drinking, please don't drive.

Yeah, bullet form. Bite me.

• I guess one could say my “good day” has passed. Oh well!
  
  
• Life is busy in Stinkville. I’m not complaining, I’m thankful we’re both working. It’s an observation, that's all.
  
  
• We’ve had our first snowfall of the season on Monday. It was more a sprinkle than a snowfall, but it covered the ground.
  
  
• Both Hubby and myself made it to the “pros” level at Wii tennis. Aren’t you happy for us? You should be.
  
  
• Because of my selection of Christmas cards, we find little glitters everywhere.
  
  
• On Thursday night we’re going to see “Yamato” Japanese Drums. I can’t wait. For some reasons every time I hear them I get teary eyes. Their rhythm moves me. Check 'em out.
  
  
• I have a Christmas party, already, on Saturday. I have to bake a cake. I’ve decided to do a cake called “Better Than Sex”, it’s so decadently yummy!
  
  
• After I don't know how long, I'l be getting that second opinion I wanted. I'll be seeing a neurologist this week. I have all my MRIs, CT Scan and results. Anything to accelerate the process. I just hope he won't send me back for more friggin' tests. Argh.
  
  
• That's it for me, time to say "bonne nuit"...
  

‘Tis the last day of November. Unreal.

I wanted to do our Christmas tree, but I was vetoed since it wasn’t even December. Ok, fine. It will be next weekend. Ha!

All my parcels were mailed and are on their merely ways. I also wanted to mail my overseas Christmas cards. I had made nice little envelopes, decorated them and all. This year our cards are little ones; I thought it would be different. Everything was stamped ($1.65 for International) and ready to go. The lovely post worker, after saying how nice and well organized everything was, measured the cards. They weren’t fitting in their standard dimensions, thus each card was going to be $3.10. I made her repeat what she had said and couldn’t believe it. Last year some cards were returned for insufficient postage, because our cards were too big, and now this! Can you believe that Canada Post was going to charge me an extra $1.45 per card sent? I sure couldn’t. I thanked her and took everything back. I did send the parcels, which in the end was quite expensive as well, but what the heck, it was cheaper than delivering them, and I wanted to send those gifts, so I did just that.

When we returned home I sat at my desk, took each card one by one, and unglued its stamp. I then took a regular size envelope, addressed it and re-glued the stamp. It took me a while to do it, but I did some also while watching television. I also had a bunch to do for our local friends and relatives. Screw you, Canada Post and your dimension rules for a friggin’ flat envelope. It’s costly enough as is to send those cards; I wasn’t about to pay an extra, no siree! If you receive an envelope containing my Christmas card inside, you’ll know why. It’s all Canada Post’s fault!
Which reminds me, I should tell you a lovely story about me.

One day, long, long ago, there lived a woman who did not whine, nag or bitch.
(That would be me...)


But that was a long time ago and it was just that one day.

THE END

Your Friday Smile!

This one is for my teaching blends...

A college teacher reminds her class of tomorrow's final exam.
"Now class, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow. I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury, illness, or a death in your immediate family, but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever!"

A smart-ass guy in the back of the room raised his hand and asked, "What would you say if tomorrow I said I was suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?"

The entire class is reduced to laughter and snickering.
When silence is restored, the teacher smiles knowingly at the student, shakes her head and sweetly says, "Well, I guess you'd have to write the exam with your other hand."

Have a good one, and if you're having a long weekend,
be thankful for it!