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Bearing in mind that it is actually technically autumn for another three weeks.
*How my car won't start, because we didn't plug it in. And then how it still won't start after being plugged in over night.
*How the back of my head hurts from the cold when I'm out walking, because the elastic in my toque is all worn out.
*How getting dressed to go outside now takes approximately six hours (give or take...)
Okay, but now some things that I actually love about a Manitoba winter...
*How everything is so pretty and white.
*How tomorrow is my birthday.
*How all the Christmas songs about snow actually mean something here.
*How a hot chocolate or cider is essentially mandatory after being outside for any length of time.
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Some blog-business - -
Apparently NOBODY cares about the Blue Bombers losing the Grey Cup. For my American readers, a little translation...
Winnipeg Blue Bombers = a team in the Canadian Football League
Grey Cup = CFL equivalent of the Super Bowl
Some Monkey-Business - -He is walking and talking like a crazy man. He says well over 20 words now (we lost track around 20). He is so much fun and has such a great sense of humour. He likes the snow ("no") so far, but he hasn't played in it very much yet, due to the ridiculously cold temperature. We are getting a little bored though, so if you have any suggestions for activities to do with a 13 1/2 month old, let me know...
Why?
Why do you do it Blue Bombers?
You get our hopes up. Really up. And then you let us down. Always letting us down. But we always hope. Maybe next year. There's always next year.
You were supposed to do it for Milt. If you couldn't do it for him, how will you ever do it at all?
Oh, Bombers.
Music Man stumbled across what is, officially, the BEST BLOG EVER.
Go check it out. I "guarantee" it will make you smile.
{I won't write about the hour I spent in the Doctor's waiting room at nap time this morning, or the three minute appointment that followed. Or how I asked the receptionist if I could put a La Leche League poster up on the bulletin board to which she replied, "No, we only allow medically related notices." To which I replied "I would've thought that breastfeeding would be considered medically related." To which she replied with silence. Or about how I put the poster up anyway (because I'm sneaky like that), right next to a poster about a craft sale.
No, I will just introduce you to today's GUEST BLOGGER - MONKEY.}
Boon.
Boon.
Boon.
Boon.
Ba.
Ba.
Boon.
Boon.
Oosh.
Oosh.
Boon.
Ba-oon.
Da.
Da.
Boon.
Ba.
Ba.
Ba.
Ba.
Ba.
~Monkey
(And now, a translation. Boon/Ba-oon=Balloon. Ba=usually ball, sometimes box or bottle, or anything he doesn't know the word for. Oosh=shoe. Da=Dad. Just a small sampling of his burgeoning linguistic genius.)
I listened to some Christmas music on the weekend.
In my defense, I was making my Christmas Pudding at the time. Okay, and I also listened to some while working on the first of the home-made gifts we will be giving this year. But now the Christmas music is back on the shelf, where it belongs, waiting until the appropriate time to be brought out again. The appropriate time, in case you were wondering, is December 1st. It is the first day of the month of Christmas and usually quite close to the First Sunday of Advent (if not the actual day.) It also happens to be my birthday.
When I was younger I used to badger my parents to please let us put up the Christmas tree on my birthday. As an adult I can see that this was actually not a good idea, and they weren't just being mean. We usually put our tree up around the middle of the month, still earlier than my folks do it. I have always thought the idea of trimming the tree on Christmas Eve was rather romantic, but then you miss those two weeks or so of Tree-enjoyment.
So I will repress my urge to start the Christmas-ing now, so that I can truly enjoy it later. Even though my evenings will be spent at the sewing machine. And even though the cold and snow could be arriving any day. I will wait.
