In Loving Memory...

Merry Christmas Murphy!

Looks like the duck fits him!! :)

My Sister Stole My Snow!

I hope she enjoys it!!

My Nephew - Before The Incident

Getting a little trim by ol' Dad!

My Nephew Vs. The Table

As my sister said... You should have seen the other guy! The other guy being a table and totally unharmed but still! Saddest picture ever! He better heal quickly... He's got ring bearer duties to perform. Aunt Brittany and Future Uncle Ian send their booboo kisses - with Eye of the Tiger playing in the background.

Beaker Is Awesome

It's Winter Baby!

Time for funny hats and jackets that look like sleeping bags!

More Affairs Coming Out Of The Woodwork

More Proof Of The Drunk Wagon Ride

At least he removed the tell-tale sippy cup from the cup holder.

My Nephew - The Drunk Wagoner

Lay off the sauce little dude before you jump into your brand new wagon. Aaaa-dorable.

I... Uhm... What...?

You Just Have To Laugh

Ian and I got into bed last night at 10:00pm. He turns to me and goes "So, do you know what the status of your work permit is"? I told him that they are behind in processing... I'm here on an implied status... I probably won't hear from them until January... He said "Oh god... we may not be able to go on our honeymoon". Yeah, that's right, at 10:00pm on a Sunday night Ian drops that bombshell on me. Sadly, he is pretty much correct. If I don't get my paperwork before our honeymoon I may not be able to re-enter the country. At this point... it's really out of my hands. I am definitely not postponing my honeymoon because of this. I will try to be prepared as possible - bring a copy of our marriage certificate, my work contract, a copy of my application, a copy of the implied status, etc. I just can't handle any more stress. You kind of have to laugh about it. Best case they send me through. Best worst case they pull us aside and question us more in depth before sending us through. Worst case... I don't know... they force me to go to California and wait for the paperwork? Not completely the end of the world.

A Year Ago Today...

I crossed the border into Canada. I can't believe it's been a whole year. I'm currently missing my mom and California like crazy. Ian and I are going to start planning a trip out there soon. Just have to get through all the wedding stuff and expenses.

Complain And Ye Shall Receive

...at least a little bit of snow.

Meet Hannelore

She is my favorite character in a webcomic we read called Questionable Content. I like her mainly because she is me. I worry. A lot. If you bet $1 that the moment you're reading this I'm concerned about my heart rate or the wedding or the first time it's going to snow or the price of shipping to the states or the odd pain in my shoulder or the amount of time until x event or my asthma or Ian's tooth or ANYTHING ELSE THAT CAN HAPPEN IN LIFE... you would be $1 richer. I even worry about the fact that I'm worrying (YES, I'm very aware of how stupid I am being). I don't want this to slip into full on anxiety. I can still sleep at night... for the most part. I feel overwhelmed and yet pissed off that I'm overwhelmed. I'm loving everything that I'm putting into the wedding. I think I just need a break from work that doesn't involve travel or anything. The few times this year that I took vacation I've had to drive or fly somewhere. Thankfully I'll have that time off around Christmas for a week or more... the best part being that everyone else is off as well. I have seemed to develop a bit of driving anxiety. Like clockwork on the way home, I hit the stretch of road between Guelph Line and home and suddenly I can't breathe. I'm checking in with my lungs to make sure everything is functioning properly (YES, still aware of how stupid I am being). As I would say to other people, I need to build a bridge and get over it. Anyway, Hannelore is still awesome even though she is crazy like me.

**For the record: Everyone should be worried about clowns. They are the enemy afterall.

Another Assignment Done!

Sneak Peek: Elf Edition

Meet The Duckies of December

This is the last of the obvious sets! January... not so obvious what kind of duckies there will be!

Christmas Bummer

Ian tried to warn me. I half listened to him. I was really, really looking forward to have a "real" Christmas. The first real Christmas for us. Real meaning the whole shebang - decorations... a Christmas tree... etc. Unfortunately as Ian predicted, our building does not allow live Christmas trees. Very sad. I will NEVER buy a fake tree so don't even suggest that option. A tree is what makes it a real Christmas. The lights, the smell, the ornaments... I had my heart set on having the full holiday experience. I still love that Ian and I will be together in our own place for it. But I wish we could have the whole thing. We're trying to breathe life into this $4.00 Cedar plant I got a few weeks ago. It's not doing so good because of the cold... but it could serve as Charlie Brown Christmas Tree for us. It makes me miss my mom's house.

What's This? What's This?

There's white stuff on the ground...