Operation Tubetop

This is one of my favourite Christmas films of ALL TIME. I watch it every year and every year I cry and I cry. I figured that this time I would watch it and then comment on it in my blog because why not? So here we go. Wine glass filled. Hit it! Oh God. The start. I forgot. The airport. I'm going to cry. Stop it, Hugh Grant, stop it. Arrivals gate. Dammit! Crying. Crying. Oh Thank God. Bill Nighy. Thank you. Tee hee. British swearing. I love you Bill! Come on and let it snow!! Hehehehe! Solid gold shit, maestro! 5 weeks until Christmas! I love you Mr. Darcy! Stupid girlfriend. Stupid. Marry me Colin Firth! Stupid girlfriend. Oh Liam Neeson. I want to hug you. I want to hug you so badly. And Emma Thompson! Love you! Tee hee. Nativity lobster! Oh look a child bride. Hi Keira Knightley. Hugh Grant actually trumps Justin Trudeau as prime minister. Hot. So hot. Bahahaha! "I had an uncle named Terence that I hated." Oooh! He is meeting Natalie. Ador

If we are friends on Facebook, you would have seen my post about yesterday's phone call. The kindergarten called and the initial reaction is to vomitus alotus. Now, most parents go into minor cardiac arrest when the kindergarten calls. Most likely it means your kid has a fever or has stuck a marble up his nose which means you have to leave work in the middle of the day, whispering a bazillion apologies for God forbid having had that white wine that one night when you were ovulating, to rush out and pick up your child. No parent ever EVER EVER wants a middle of the day phone call from the place that is watching their kid. The Husband and I are especially sensitive due to the fact that at the old daycare, at least once a week we would get a phone call because the Kid was freaking out and they were ill equipped (read: incompetent) in dealing with him and one of us would have to drop everything and rush back to pick him up. So yes. There was a phone call yesterday from the kinderga

A big thank you to Lauren for helping me pick a Hallmark film to watch! I was leaning towards this one when I first spied the list and her vote helped sway me. So I sat down and watched a Royal Christmas and well, I wish I had been drinking because dear lord. Starring Lacey Chabert or for my Mean Girls fans out there, Gretchen Wieners! And of course the THE SHE DON'T AGE BECAUSE SHE OBVIOUSLY BATHES IN THE BLOOD OF VIRGINS, Jane Seymour. We start off with some easy listening FM music and lots and lots of snow and pretty brownstone houses. We enter the small but charming apartment of Emily Taylor. The doorbell rings and she rushes to answer it playing the old "pretend I don't know who you are" game to the tall and handsome man standing at her door. Stupid game. Don't worry viewers, he isn't a psycho killer... he's he's he's her boyfriend. And he has an accent. Swoon. She has made him pancakes and he sits down and eats them and they are all bl

Crazy busy day at work today. And tomorrow more of the same! But at least I am starting to feel a little better. I'm even wearing my "Happy Hanukkah, Bitches!" sweater because awesome. I also have the same style sweater that says "Brunch, Because Mimosas" Man, these sweaters make me so happy. I am ready for another quiet night at home. I might even get a chance to watch A Royal Christmas as was suggested by my friend over in Australia. It is a Hallmark Christmas film starring Jane Seymour and sounds like something I will adore in all its cheesy corniness. So stay tuned for that re-cap. I am slowly starting to get all the Christmas feels and it is only going to be heightened this Saturday when we decorate. Yaay! As much as Halloween is everything to me, Christmas and Hanukkah are too.. Because PRESENTS! AND GLITTER! This year I am changing up our decorations. The last couple of years we have had a fake white Christmas tree. It was awesome in our old apart

I'm back in the land of the living. Last week was terrible. Being so sick and unable to stay awake for more than 3 hours at one time was devastating. While I am still not back to my Sonic the Hedgehog super energy, I am definitely no longer battling chronic fatigue. I have so much to write about; Feschmarkt, a party, and of course the US Marine Ball. And tonight I can only write a little because I'm tired. Not tired, tired, but want to watch an episode of Ladies of London tired and then crawl into bed to read a book tired. A much more acceptable tired. So the weekend before this most recent past weekend, I was at Feschmarkt helping out at the stand of The House of Canada. The Feschmarkt is a twice a year design/craft fair that takes places in the old factory of the Ottakringer brewery. The location is truly amazing; a huge and empty warehouse. It's like the stuff of nightmares but with the fun feeling of that place Kevin Bacon dances in in Footloose. On Friday, arou