Day 365

I did it!  While everyone else is ringing in the new year, I will be drinking to never having to update this blog ever again.  Thanks to all my real life friends for giving me subjects to shoot, my iFriends for the comments, and to the friends that overlap for not telling me to f^&* off the many times when I deserved it!

A special shout out to LJ and Donna for keeping me motivated.  It was great getting to know you picture by picture!

Day 364

The bungee jumping polar bears.  I can't go bungee jumping due to doctor's orders, but if I did I would totally be like the one in the middle with my hands over my eyes.  I probably wouldn't be brave enough to even peek.  I think my mantra for 2011 will be to 'jump and enjoy the ride'!

Day 363

Saddest tire swing I ever saw.

Day 362

I could not figure out a way to make the Abacus Christmasy.  Either I was cranky before Christmas (totally plausible, and most probable) or I have started to lose my decorator's touch.  I guess 'decorator's touch' is sort of relative, as no one with real style would ever put a huge abacus above their fireplace.

Day 361

We had a theme to our Christmas this year.  Add in a few iTunes gift cards, and I am sure we had an effect on Apple stock.  I think we are maturing.  In past years, we wouldn't dare buy anything Apple in December in case something new came out during January's MacWorld.

Day 360

His chubby cheeks usually standout, but with all of us eating like crazy we all have the chubby cheeks this week.

Day 359

Best present ever!

Day 358

The tree from my dog's point of view.

Day 357

I am not much of a cake person, so for my birthday I usually do pie or this ever yummy tort.  Of course, I had to whip out the Wilton clowns to make my very own tort wreck!

For those unfamiliar with the original, check out http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/

Day 356

I will be in middle age tomorrow, but I still have no problems shaking presents to see what is under the tree.  So far I have refrained from slitting tape and re-taping gifts.  Maybe I am too old too peek.

Day 355

My hands are always cold.  Not just my hands, but all my extremities.  My hands, my feet, and my butt.  That is right.  It is so big, I classify it as an extremity.

Day 354

Clementines!  The fruit of Christmas!  I much prefer the chocolate oranges, but I don't think the Canada Food Guide accepts them as a serving of fruit.

Day 353

The first time I got to write Aunt Zoe on something!  I may have shed a tear over the occasion.  Or I may have shed a tear over the pain from all the papercuts.  Stupid wrapping paper!

Day 352

I have a collection of Santa with the years marked on them, and the box tells how Santa was seen during that time.  I always laugh at this one as it has AD after the year.  Isn't that assumed?  I mean, it is a Christmas ornament of a Santa.  There wouldn't ever be a Before Christ Christmas tree ornament.

Day 351

Don't be surprised if the next two weeks are completely of ornaments.  Just warning you. ;)

Day 350

Ah Christmas!  The time when the front steps start to get icy or snowy, and I put stuff on the railing just to make it more difficult to grab on to.  Why yes, I am on the safety committee at work.

Day 349

Warm, buttery shortbread.  It makes me want everyday to be 10 days before Christmas.  You know, without all the stress of it being 10 days before Christmas.

Day 348

It hit 14 and sunny today.  I left work early and took the dog to the park.  He was in a very playful mood.  this duck wasn't.

Day 347

A lot of babies were born in my social circle this year.  These are a couple of recent thank you cards.  I think I am maturing.  My friendships usually never make it 9 months past the friend pees on a stick, so I don't usually get a thank you card.

Day 346

My nephew and SIL.  I am completely convinced there is a similar picture of my mom and brother, and he has that exact same expression on his face.  This is the first picture where I thought they looked alike.

Day 345

Well, I had Darren with me when I stopped to get groceries.  The bill was $279.  This is for a family of 2.  Granted the family of 2 includes a person that likes fresh produce even in winter, a meatitarian that doesn't get meat very often, and a spoiled rotten dog.  Next weekend is our Christmas shopping trip.  I will leave Darren home, and I bet it will be less.

Day 344

You knew it was coming.

Day 343

I was out shopping today at lunch and saw this cute shirt for Callum.  I thought it was pretty fitting after yesterday's post.  I probably only bought it to fill the day's picture.  I am totally grasping at straws for picture ideas.  Don't be surprised if tomorrow's picture is of a straw.

Day 342

We have a lot of birthdays in our family in December.  It is what happens when you are an Irish Catholic family and it is 9 months after St. Paddy's day.

Day 341

I ordered a few books for Callum for Christmas.  They have a lot of pictures and very little words.  Darren also likes pictures and no story, albeit different pictures :P.

Day 340

Got milk?  Cause I got 6 dozen cookies that need to be washed down.

Day 339

Powder sugar can really fly!

Day 338

I have been fighting a cold for weeks.  You know the feeling.  Scratchy throat.  Chills.  Feeling like you are on something, but you aren't.  I have killed a lot of these trying to prevent that scratchy throat from turning into a runny nose or full blown cough.

Day 337

The weekend flyers seem really weak for the first weekend in December.  I bet this some weird indicator of the economy, like when lipstick or canned soup sales go up.  I wish I knew what it meant, but I am really too tired to think any more about it.  I will just sip my wine while I see what is on sale.

Day 336

I call this the season of torture.  I buy things for love ones that I want myself and then I torture myself by not buying duplicates of everything.

Day 335

I have to bring a gag gift to dinner tonight.  Nothing makes me gag more than a box of boogers.

Day 334

The warm snap we recently had totally confused my spring bulbs.  The frost will kill them right?  I guess I shouldn't be disappointed that they don't come up in the spring.  At least I will have something to blame other than my lack of a green thumb.

Day 333

I am still disappointed that you don't get a toblerone bar with the festive special.  Yes, I have a hard time adapting to change.

Day 332

Those cheeks!

Day 331

Well, I was having a craptacular week until I checked the mail.  This cheque was waiting for me.  I knew a cheque was waiting for me, but I did not realize it was this amount.  I am usually really good with keeping track of money, but this one completely fell through the cracks.  I will never make fun of friends who keep their investments in pesos again.

Day 330

My joshua tree.

Day 329

A couple of friends texted me wondering if I wanted to meet them for dinner as they were heading to my favorite pub in my 'hood.  I had just finished dinner, but I am always up for girl chat and dessert.  Both were much needed!

Day 328

The leftovers when the carnivore in the house orders the pizza.  Our dog has no idea how lucky he is to live with a veggie lover!

Day 327

I bought a new lock, and because I am a grade 8 boy listening to Metallica and thinking of Alyssa Milano (I wonder what the 2010 equivalent to this is?) I had to put the dial to 666.

Day 326

I love that in my neighbourhood Kraft Dinner is a graffiti worthy swear word.

Day 325

Every time I buy fennel I have the same checkout boy.  He never knows what it is.  Today I told him it tastes like licorice.  He then was interested.  What is it about the Y chromosome that will only eat vegetables that taste like candy?

Day 324

I guess I am going to have to accept that patio season is finally over.  :(

Day 323

The other Zoe in my boy's life.  She is 12 weeks old and Max is completely smitten.  And by smitten I mean he tries to hump her every chance he gets.  She doesn't seem to mind, the tart!

Day 322

His red haired mom cheated on his red goateed dad with Apu.

Day 321

This is me warming my butt and hands against the fire.  I got caught out in the rain while walking Max.

Day 320

Henry out celebrating his mom's 40th birthday.  He lasted an hour.  Sadly I didn't last much longer.

Sometime after I've had a few drinks, I will tell you how I taught him how to stab himself with a knife.  It was how "It was only a butter knife" became the night's anthem.  Hey, at least I didn't push him in front of a moving car.

Day 319

And the scrapping season begins.

Day 318

I had my whole Sunday planned out, and then I surfed some house porn.  I found a house and instead of Darren's usual response "um...wasn't there a stabbing there last week" he thought it looked nice.  So we did a drive by, and this is a shot from the front lawn.

Day 317

We have been nibbling at the last piece of pie all day.  It was looking pretty straggly by the time we fought over it at dinner.

Day 316

The bottom of a pringles can.  If only it was bottomless.  I guess it is a good thing, because if I had unlimited potato chips I would be the opposite of bottomless.