Friday, December 25, 2009

Ho, to the Ho Ho


It's December 25th.



Merry Christmas, everyone!



From my little Torontonian family to yours - enjoy the holiday. I hope Santa was good to you all.

And so, as I do every year, here's a little Christmas ditty that makes me happy:


Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Santa Baby

Dear Santa,

Hi. I know you haven't heard from me in awhile. Don't take it personally, I just haven't needed to send you a letter about the Jem dolls I want for Christmas, or how I only needed one She-Ra to have the collection.

(Um... If you have any Jem or She-Ra dolls kickin' around the ol' workshop, I'll still take 'em off your hands...)


Anyway... I decided to write to you this year because you're the man with the ability to give people what they want, and more importantly what they may need.

And any dude who can pull off that outfit demands respect for sure.


I don't need a lot. I've learned that.

But the truth is, the past couple of years have taken their toll. They've been hard - due to bad luck, bad choices and bad breaks. For me and my little immediate family, life lessons have been learned in ways that most people will never know.



So really, all I ask is for normalcy. Basic things in life that are so easily taken for granted. And the knowledge that we'll survive everything that will continue to be thrown our way.


Same goes for those I love and care for - can you make sure their needs are met and that they live day-to-day with a content feeling? And stability?

Can you do that?


I know. It's a lot to ask. I'm just hoping for a good 2010. One that will restore my faith in...well, everything.

And that's hard to do.

So if you can't help a chick out, I understand.

And I'll still be your friend. Promise!

But I guess that means I should ask for something else as a back-up... I always have a contingency plan, Mr. Claus. My mom taught me well.



So, if you can't deliver on the happiness and all that mushy bullshit I just asked for....


Can I have a brand new 52 inch flat screen TV with surround sound? I want the kind that'll make my meals, do my taxes, wash my clothes and tell me I'm pretty.

I think they're on sale at Best Buy, so you should really act quickly.

No really... get goin'.

K, thanks!

Lots of love,

Kristen
xoxoxo

Saturday, December 19, 2009

It's Like That Bangles Song...

On Thursday night, C and I were randomly walking up Yonge St. on our way to Chapters. We saw crowds milling around ahead of us and wondered what was going on. I figured it was a car accident. But really, it was more like a fire.

The torch carriers were coming toward us with the Olympic Flame.

We wanted to see. So we waited.

... and waited.

... and kept waiting.

There was a caravan of cars, trucks and policemen for the event. And we figured they'd make it up the street in no time.

We were obviously wrong.


"It's freakin' COLD!"

So we headed up the street to find out what the hold up was.


Turns out they were just parked and waiting to start.

You can't really see this picture, but that's Jay Triano - Toronto Raptors Coach.

Hey, Triano! I've been fighting on your behalf, why you gotta prove me wrong?

Meh.



Nuthin' says "We're proud to have the Olympics in Canada" than an Olympic Flame stop outside of the Brass Rail. Strippers like sports, too.



There it is!

Ooh, very flame-y.



That's all I got, folks.

The Olympic Flame.

Crappy pictures, to be sure, but the intent was there.

And since it made the boy giddy with Olympic spirit, it was worth the near-frostbite.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Beware of Strangers: A Christmas Story

I was going to make a second Christmas post to follow up my first one. But today I'm just not in a Christmassy mood.

Instead, I'd like to tell you all a story. It's a story of strangers, different paths crossing, and...uh... stop lights. Yeah, and rolling papers. Intrigued? Shouldn't be.



I was walking to work this morning, and stopped to wait for the light so I could cross. A man comes up and mumbles something, then apologizes. I smile and half laugh politely because he looks embarrassed, like he meant to speak but thought better of it.

Man - "You have a beautiful smile."

Me (flustered) - "Oh. Thank you!"

Man - "Really, very beautiful and genuine. Do you have any rolling papers?"

[excellent segue on his part, no?]

Me - "Nope, I don't. Sorry."

Man - "Of course. You've grown out of that habit. I haven't yet." (looks embarrassed)

Me - "Oh, I don't think you have to grow out of it necessarily."

Man - "Yeah, it's the lesser of two evils."

Me - "Right."

Man - "I mean, you've never heard of anyone going out raping and killing people because he was on marijuana right?"

Me - "Ha... no, guess not."

Man - (laughing weirdly) "But hey, maybe it'll make me do that. Who knows." (mumbles weirdly, moves closer to me)

Me - "Ok, bye!" (crosses street)


Moral of the story?

There isn't one. The ending just creeped me out, and I felt the need to share.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Backstreet's Back.... Alright???


I have a confession to make.

You ready for it? Here goes....

I used to have a really popular Backstreet Boys website when I was about 12.

That's right. Backstreet Boys.

For those of you who know me, or have been reading la blog long enough to know my likes and dislikes, you are already well aware of my love for metal, "rock", classic rock, alternative etc - and my general disdain for most things "pop".

The same was true when I was younger. For me, the heavier the music the better.

And yet...

I had a Backstreet Boys site.

To be fair, I also had another site dedicated to metal bands and the lovely long-haired men who were in them.

But the Backstreet Boys site absolutely blew up. It was INSANELY popular, and I cannot even tell you why. This blog hasn't seen even a fraction of what that site got. My guestbook was huge, the chatroom was always full, and my fan mail never stopped.

My poor little heavy metal site suffered in comparison.


I think the main reason I liked those damn Boys of Backstreet was due to one AJ McLean:


He was the "bad boy" out of the 5, and I was pretty much in pre-teen love with him. (Didn't he end up with a drug problem? Sigh...)

I just thought I'd share that little bit of info with you. I had forgotten about that site until the other day - when I googled it, I found write ups and info about the page that no longer exists.

Ah. It feels good to get that off my chest.

Blog friends that share together, stay together. But if you judge me, you will endure my wrath.

BSB4EVR, yo.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Preppin' For The Fat Man

And so it begins.

With one Christmas party under my belt, it means that the season is here...






Christmas is my favourite time of year. The past two, for a few different reasons, were more difficult than usual and didn't feel the same.




And so, I'm going to do all I can to ensure that the Christmas Spirit is alive and well for me and la famille this year.


And thus brings me to todays topic:



Getting Into The Christmas Mood: Step One - Christmas Movies


Y'all ready?

First up - National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Watched it last week, and it made me wanna decorate right then and there.





Next... A Christmas Story.

This one is near and dear to my heart, since parts of it were filmed in my hometown, St. Catharines. Most notably, this scene:




And the third clip for your Christmas viewing pleasure - Scrooged.

Maybe not so Christmassy and "warm, fuzzy feeling" for most people, but it's one of my favourites:




While I love all the regular traditional movies and shows, these ones suit me best.

Merry December, folks.

Don't choke on your egg nog.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Silicone Boob Tube



We don't have cable.

Shocked? Don't be. We used to, but we lost faith in Rogers and didn't keep it when we moved. Needless to say, our non-cable stations are lacking.

So, until we go back to some form of cable, our TV show choices are pretty slim. When we don't feel like watching Tv-On-DVD or random movies, we're pretty much stuck watching crappy sitcoms or *cringe* celebrity gossip shows.

Ugh.

Mind-numbing bullshit. And these shows are endless. Access Hollywood, Entertainment Tonight, E Talk, and the WORST... The Insider. This is a show where not only do they follow the lives of people who are only famous for being semi-famous, but they have DEBATES about them.

One day it was on in the background while the boy and I were making dinner or something. This was a day or so after Patrick Swayze died, and the hosts (comprised of wannabe actors and D-list celebs, including Star Jones and maybe Kathy Griffin) had a debate about whether or not Patrick should have quit smoking.

Honestly.

The man just died. Debating about his smoking habits as though their opinions matter is just... sad, and disrespectful.

Bottom line, these shows make me insane.

And this is why we spend more of our time watching and re-watching Seasons 1-8 of Family Guy.








Ok.

Now I feel a bit better.
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