Archive for December, 2006

A Good Christmas

Well folks, I had an excellent Christmas.  I got to go home to Regina which was nice.  I always enjoy some time out in the prairies.  It was our (Leah and I) first Christmas and it went pretty smooth.  There was some juggling of time between the families, but a nice time overall.  I’ve said this before but I will say it again, being married holds an interesting mirror up.  There are traditions/ticks/just little things that you would never realize about yourself or your family until someone tells you that you are a complete weirdo! 

Thankfully, Leah doesn’t think we are too weird.  But, when you come into another family, there are bound to be some differences.  I got some really nice presents, one of which was the new Justin Timberlake CD.  I’m totally bringing SexyBack!

I suppose I don’t feel like I have too much to say at the moment.  I spent a large chunk of my morning writing an exhaustingly (hopefully) creative cover letter and I feel a bit spent now.  I will say one thing, for the first time, when I was coming back into Calgary, it felt like I was coming home and that’s always a good feeling.

Merry Christmas

I am heading home today after work.  I will resume posting most likely on the 27th when I am back at work.  If I don’t see you until the New Year, I hope your Christmas goes well and you begin the new year by forgetting the past one.  And I leave you with a bit from my favourite Christmas movie. 

Merry Christmas from the Soverans, Johnsons and the Griswolds…

Clark: Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I’d like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is. Hallelujah. Holy shit. Where’s the Tylenol?

Guy Love

As Christmas continues to approach at an unreasonable rate (yet I can’t wait to get home) I am reminded of all the great friends I have.  It’s actually sort of silly how lucky I feel.  And I would like to take a moment to show you how I feel about my friend Rob.

Words cannot express it properly, it must be in song.