Stuck in a Furrow
Thursday, December 27, 2007
363 days and counting
There is always some mixed emotion with the end of the Christmas festivaties. I'm a bit sad that there are no more presents under the sad-looking tree and that the abundance of food will slowly be depleted. But, I'm happy that it means no more 8 mile hike to the mall entrance or dealing with screaming children in overcrowded stores or the overall stress of finding the "perfect" gift. I have come to the conclusion that the "perfect" gift does not exist. I am going to stop looking for it next year.
Maybe.
This year's Christmas was a bit different. There was no early morning drive to the parents house for brunch and presents on Christmas Day and no Boxing Day trip out to Linden to celebrate with the grandparentals.
It was the first Christmas for mom and dad in the booming metropolis of Morden, MB. We (being the 3 of us...me, the bro and the boy) flew the late flight into Winnipeg where we were greeted with blowing, drifting snow on the runway and probably the worst landing I have ever had the joy of experiencing. Why did we ever decide to go to Manitoba for Christmas. It is cold there! In the end, it was a fun trip but I think that 5 days spent indoors with the family is probably the breaking point. Add a 12 hour drive across 2 provinces and I was never more excited to see my cozy apartment with my own bed and silence. Sweet silence.
I did get a lot of good loot for Christmas this year....I got 2 pictures, both with African themes, candles, hoop earrings, fuzzy pjs and slippers, a crock pot (which I asked for!) towels, a CD, smelly bath stuff, computer stuff and a fantastic teapot with blooming tea. I can't wait to use it but alas, some of it will stay in the boxes or will return to boxes until the big move to Surrey.
All in all, it was a good trip. Mom *forced* us to eat more than is humanly possible, we played Wii and I discovered that I suck at tennis...and golf...and bowling...but I am amazing at darts. The boy finally conceeded in a game of poker to my father and we mixed it all up with a few bevys of choice. We read, we ate, we napped, we ate some more, we played with our new toys and we called it Christmas.
Till next year....
Maybe we will all meet in Surrey.
Maybe.
This year's Christmas was a bit different. There was no early morning drive to the parents house for brunch and presents on Christmas Day and no Boxing Day trip out to Linden to celebrate with the grandparentals.
It was the first Christmas for mom and dad in the booming metropolis of Morden, MB. We (being the 3 of us...me, the bro and the boy) flew the late flight into Winnipeg where we were greeted with blowing, drifting snow on the runway and probably the worst landing I have ever had the joy of experiencing. Why did we ever decide to go to Manitoba for Christmas. It is cold there! In the end, it was a fun trip but I think that 5 days spent indoors with the family is probably the breaking point. Add a 12 hour drive across 2 provinces and I was never more excited to see my cozy apartment with my own bed and silence. Sweet silence.
I did get a lot of good loot for Christmas this year....I got 2 pictures, both with African themes, candles, hoop earrings, fuzzy pjs and slippers, a crock pot (which I asked for!) towels, a CD, smelly bath stuff, computer stuff and a fantastic teapot with blooming tea. I can't wait to use it but alas, some of it will stay in the boxes or will return to boxes until the big move to Surrey.
All in all, it was a good trip. Mom *forced* us to eat more than is humanly possible, we played Wii and I discovered that I suck at tennis...and golf...and bowling...but I am amazing at darts. The boy finally conceeded in a game of poker to my father and we mixed it all up with a few bevys of choice. We read, we ate, we napped, we ate some more, we played with our new toys and we called it Christmas.
Till next year....
Maybe we will all meet in Surrey.
