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Books I'm reading/will be reading soon

I've been meaning to get back on the reading wagon. I've been finding fiction to be less and less fulfilling, so I've been keeping fiction to book club reads only, while my choice books are those of the self-help, health & well-being, family & relationships, food & drink, home & garden and religion & spirituality genre.

Here's what's on my night stand hoping to be read in the next few weeks/months:

This is our choice book club read. I bought it with my Yankee swapped Indigo gift card (more on that hilarious experience later) and my iRewards card (gotta love discounts!). I'm looking forward to it, not only because it's not fat and it's got a good sized font, but because I get to read it with intention and discuss it later with a bunch of moms whose memories are shot by the time we discuss it (haha, I'm just kidding!).

I must admit that reading fiction post-Love In the Time of Cholera is more refreshing because well, it's not Love in the Time of Cholera. Yes, I hated the book, the story, and the male main character, so when people tell me it's one of their favourite books, I question their morals. Just kidding again. But seriously, I gave that book two thumbs down.

I've really been looking forward to reading this book. My sister's been talking about it for a while now, and I know that when we bounce good books off each other that we like, they're good ones.

I didn't read Power of Now, and so it's also on my To Read List, but I figure any of these books will be good. I look forward to reading them.

I'm actually not quite sure what to expect, but I'm pretty confident it'll be a good read in my book (haha, I'm so clever).


I haven't purchased this one yet, but I'm looking forward to.

I saw an episode of Oprah last week about the work of the O Ambassadors and was re-inspired to make a trip to Africa to volunteer. Knowing how my life is currently laid out, it may take a while for me to get there, but I know one day I will, and maybe when I get the chance, I'll have inspired at least one of my kids to come along with me. Hopefully there won't be a need for help there by that time, but if there is, my desire to assist stands.

New Year's Resolutions

In addition to making new year's resolutions, I also make a to-do list of BIG things I wanna do for the year. I've been successful every year for the past 5 or so years, so I think this works out well for me. The thing with resolutions is I usually end up making more than I should and forget what they are and then by this time of the year, I have no idea if I was successful. So, here are some of my resolutions, and hopefully, if you catch me veering away from them, you can gently remind me, and maybe I'll post them on the side so I can see them every time I see my blog.

2009 Resolutions
  1. Eat breakfast at home, before leaving for work
  2. Get ready to go out on time and completely (I'm often an apply-make-up-in-the-car person)
  3. Keep things neat and organized (yes, I have become accustomed to the look of mess, and so I need to remind myself what it's like to think it disgusting...my sister says having people over often helps keep your house clean, so come on over!)
  4. Exercise patience (can also mean swear less!)
  5. Shop and spend less and save even more
  6. Cook more times a week
  7. Watch more informative TV (since I know I'll be watching TV anyway!)
  8. Laugh more quietly (yeah, sometimes I'm deafening)
  9. Surround myself with people and things that move me forward
  10. Pray more and practise more positive and possibility thinking
And now for my Big Things I'd like to do List for 2009 (which I might regret posting, but we'll see)
  1. Buy a home
  2. Create life (yes, that means we'd like to be pregnant/have a baby this coming year, and maybe it'll end the questions/assumptions/rumours)
  3. Run one full marathon
  4. Run at least two (did one!) half-marathons
  5. Go on a gooooood vacation
  6. Gain 3-5lbs of muscle
  7. Go on more road trips
  8. Face my fear of driving in the winter (I'll save this for next winter...heehee)
Let's hope I can do this!

Just remember...

...what's important.

I was very kindly reminded by my husband last night that at times when I'm feeling vulnerable, unaccepted, paralyzed, out of place, uncomfortable and/or not myself, to remember what's important...to keep what I value most in my life most valued, to remember what matters most and to always keep in mind that whenever I feel this way, that I have him and those who love me, always. He also reminded me that I know I'm the best me, and that I don't have to try so hard all the time to be better.

You should try this next time you feel they way I did/do sometimes. You're loved and really, that's something that really matters.

A Quickie (because I should keep doing what I'm doing and I can't contain myself!)

I'm so excited!

We've never actually spent Christmas Eve together because it's always been his day with his household when we weren't married yet, so the mass, quiet time, baking/cooking components were always boyfriend/fiance-free. Much of our Christmas Eves were spent on the phone and if I was lucky, a quick visit.

This year, not only is he mine (and work's until his shift is over...hopefully soon!) today, but we get to start our own Christmas traditions. Christmas Eve into the first hours of Christmas day belong to just us. The rest of Christmas day is with our families, for lunch and for dinner.

I'm in the kitchen preparing at least 8 dishes, two of which are his favourites, and several of which I'm saving to finish preparing so he can cook with me, as was his request. I can't wait for him to come home from work!

Tis the season!

Merry Christmas from the Santiagos!

The story that accompanies our Christmas card

Since Jaye and I started going out, we've had this ongoing joke about going to see Santa. He's been teasing me for years about going to his castle, sitting on his lap, and telling him all the things I want for Christmas. I'm not sure if it's because I'm small and could probably pull off looking like a kid or if it's just something he's joked about for so long because he thought I'd never do it.

Well lookie here. Not only did I do it, I took him along!

We thought it'd be a fun Christmas card, and after so long, we wanted our first Christmas card to be something fun and funny, because our Thank You cards (which will be on the way in the new year, I promise) won't be (I had thoughts of sending Thank You cards with pictures of us making funny faces...because we like making funny faces...but we never got around to making any on our wedding day [we just had an excess of kissy face ones. Yikes!]).

So, we had tried to figure out what we'd wear and which Santa we'd visit. It had to be a good outfit and it had to be a good Santa. It turned out we didn't have time to check out the different malls to see which one had a good Santa (a "good Santa" equals a man who's pretty old, pretty round, and has a pretty white beard). It also turned out that we couldn't coordinate pretty outfits and so we did the next best thing.

We went to see a mid-thirties, brunette Santa with a fake white beard in our pajamas.

We went out and aimed to be the first in line to avoid the embarrassment of walking around in public not only in our pajamas, but matching shoes as well (you can't see husband's because he's too tall and got cut off). We walked briskly to Santa's castle and found a long line of children with their parents. We shyly walked to the back of the line and faced whatever direction it was where people weren't looking at us.

After it was finally our turn and I had explained to the photographer that this was for our Christmas card and we intended for it to be funny, we proceeded to walk up to Santa. As we took off our coats, Santa very cheerily (almost too cheerily) yelled, "IT'S MY LUCKY DAY!!"

And then I sat on his lap while husband squirmed to avoid Santa's leg and squished his bum into the little space between Santa's leg and the armrest.

A few days later, we were shopping at the same mall and found that there was a good Santa working! If only we had him. I'm sure he wasn't creepy like his job-sharing colleague.

Scrooge for one post

If there’s one thing I despise this time of year, it’s bad customer service. It’s Christmas and a very busy time and despite how tired you may be as a person providing customer service, you should always treat this extra load of customers with respect and courtesy. Chances are many of them are new customers and if they have a good experience the first time, they’re probably more likely to come back.

Here’s the story of my bad customer service experience today.

I’m a sucker for TNA jackets. I know, boo, hiss, but when you’re my size, you’re willing to spend the money for the XXS that fits better than any kid-sized jacket or any small petite women’s jacket, yet is warm and isn’t just an expensive brand. Granted, it’s expensive and not really anything high-end, but since when have I ever been into high-end anything?

Anyway, I have this jacket. I’ve wanted a long one for our cold winters for a while now, and I committed myself this year to getting one. I had initially intended on buying the 2009 navy blue one (it’s not as common a colour – you likely won’t see 5 of these in this colour in one day), but when they decided not to have that colour this year, I looked for something else. I found the “platinum edition” jacket, which made me happy because it was different from the usual one and it was grey, which would have been my next choice. When I bought it, it was the last XXS in the store, and so I felt it was meant just for me.

Last night, after work, I was walking and heard something fall on the ground and slide. I looked around and noticed something was missing from my cuff. It was the little TNA circle logo from the cuff of my jacket on the other side of the magnet. I picked it up and walked into the new TNA store at Eaton Centre to find out what I could do about this.

I spoke to the manager on duty who told me just what I thought she would – This has never happened before (it’s a new line of jackets, of course it hasn’t), I can bring it back with my original receipt and they can take it to a tailor to get it fixed and if that’s not possible, I can exchange it for a new one. I asked if they could keep an XXS on hold in case it can’t be fixed but she said they can only hold for 24 hours.

That was the plan. I dug up my receipt (which I’m happy I have because these days I’m teaching myself to throw out receipts, instead of keeping every single one to track my spending at the end of the month) and put it in the pocket with the broken piece and placed the jacket in a bag ready for inspection.

During my break at work, I called the location closest to me in case I could just do it there. It turned out that they don’t currently have a hired tailor at the store, but they suggested I bring it to any other location and they could take care of it for me. So I brought it to the TNA store since I spoke to someone there already. Maybe they were familiar with my case.

I got to the store, was greeted, and I asked for the manager. I was pointed to her (“the one playing with the dog over there…” – clearly not attending to the million other customers in the store…this was not looking good). I walked around the store waiting for her to remember that she was the store manager and approached her. I told her the whole story and this is how it went after.

Me (K): I looked at the piece and I don’t think it’s something that can be sewn. I think it might have to be welded or something.
Manager (M): This hasn’t happened before, were you picking at it or something?
K: No, it just flew off when I was walking yesterday.
M to Other Employee (OE): You’re into sewing, does this look like something that can be fixed by a tailor?
(Excuse you, I’m also “into sewing” and I just told you it’s not. But I’ll forgive you, you didn’t know I sew)
OE: No, it’d probably have to be fixed at a shoe repair shop or something. Or maybe we’d have to order the part and get it repaired, but that might take a long time.
OE to K: We could order the part but it might take a few weeks, but in the mean time, you can hold on to the jacket and we can call you when we get it in.
M to K: Or you can exchange it, but the new one would be final sale, so if this happens again, you can’t return it.
K: Okay, if you have an XXS, I’ll exchange it.
M goes to check the rack, nothing, goes to the computer…click click click.
M: It doesn’t look like we have it here and they don’t have it upstairs [at Aritzia…which I won’t step in because they fudged up my girlfriend’s damaged coat last year. What are the chances? Ugh].
K: Are there any other locations that have it?
M: They might at Vaughan Mills, but we’re in a no-transfer period so you’d have to go there to pick it up.
K: Oh okay, that might work, I can probably go there this weekend.
M: They can only hold it for tonight and I’d have to check if they even have it.
(Why did you say anything about the other location if you don’t even know if they have it?! And this is a special circumstance where your product failed me, so why can’t you explain the situation and ask that they hold on to it for longer, even 24 hours like your employee told me yesterday?!)
K: Okay, then what if we go with what she [OE] said and I can hold onto my jacket if you can order the part?
M: I don’t even know if we do that.
K: But she suggested it.
M: We could try, but you’d have to come back in January because they won’t ship the part to us until then.
(If you don’t know if you do this sort of thing, how would you know if I’d have to wait until January?!)
K: Oh right, because you guys are so busy
M: Well, no, more because I can’t do this for you until then.
K: Fine I’ll take my jacket and maybe come back in January.
M: Okay, here’s your receipt *hands K her receipt which she’s crumpled up, rubs the inside of her nose and hands K her jacket*

SCENE.

And now I’m boycotting the TNA Store, writing a letter, and looking for a long XXS grey platinum edition jacket so I can buy it and use that receipt to return the broken one...or I'll find a way to fix mine because I'm just that handy. Grrrr...

Our first Christmas...so far

The Story of Candy Fat Ass
We decided that with this being our first Christmas together (actually, it's our 11th, but we're starting all over [or "starting Back at One" as he SANG]) we'd do something fun and get a REAL tree. The whole tree farm thing would have been nice but it also would have taken an entire day, probably would have seriously tired us out and we would have needed a whole bunch of contingency plans if the weather wasn't in our favour for example, so we decided to stay local.

We found ourselves at Home Depot since it's so close by, and spotted us a nice full tree. It was already tied up, so we didn't quite know what the shape of it was, but it looked like it'd be a good one. So, after getting it bundled up and hauling it to the cash, we found ourselves wheeling the tree to the car...where it was too big to neatly fit in the trunk and inside the car without totally demolishing it. So we brought it over to the lumber area and used their string to tie the sucka to the roof. Yes, by this time, the tree was a sucka.

Having no roof rack nor experience tying anything to the roof of the car, you can imagine the looks on the two employees standing nearby clearly showing no interest in assisting us. We did the best we could (okay, not really the best) and after much exasperation (and not completely securing the tree to the roof), we drove off. I held on tightly to the strings from inside the car so that outside the car, the strings would stay taut and hopefully keep the tree in place. We made very slow turns and finally made it home.

It got inside the house okay and it was placed in the stand until we could figure out how the stand worked. Husband had never had a real tree, and for me, my Dad was always the one to get it set up and I was never interested enough to check out how he did it. Turns out that the stand we got had some sort of siphoning mechanism so that watering the tree would be easier than just pouring water directly into the stand. We tried so hard to figure the sucka out, we ended up resorting to doing it the old-fashioned way--watering directly into the stand.

So, now that the tree was in and we screwed the four screws into place, it was time to cut off the ties from the tree and see what a beauty it was.......

The thing was FRIGGIN' HUMONGOUS. No exaggeration here. It was a nice height but the thing was FAT. Not PHAT. FAAAAAAAAAAT. It was so fat, there was no safe passage around it without getting needles on you...or worse, in you. Don't get me wrong though, it was pretty. It was pretty, full and FAT. (I can't type it in anything but CAPS because it doesn't say exactly how FAT it was/is.)

After all this, we thought it'd be a good time to have dinner and then we'd decorate it. As we were eating dinner, we could hear a rustling sound. I panicked because I thought either:
  1. A frickin' raccoon is gonna scurry out of the thing and we wouldn't have had any idea it was hangin' out in there because the tree was so full, or
  2. The tree was slowly keeling over.
It was the latter (thank[s] God [that was for you, Lei]). By the end of dinner, the tree was leaning on the bookshelf beside it and suddenly having the tree against a wall and not a corner didn't seem like such a good idea after all.

So what did we do? We moved furniture around and pushed and pulled the tree into the corner. This wasn't enough though. It was still so big it was sticking out and blocking any path to get into the greatroom. So, we shoved it into the corner. By this time, I was so frustrated, I left it.

Two days later...after a very successful overnight shopping trip out of town, I came home, took my shears and trimmed the sucka until it wasn't a sucka anymore. It was still leaning but not as much, and I only cut enough so that it didn't look like it was shoved against the walls but was still full. Just like that, we turned it all around.

Right after, we put on the lights. I had bought a bunch of LED lights a few years back when warm white LEDs were still new and I bought another bunch this year. The ones this year were more yellow for some reason, so I devised a plan to still use them because I couldn't fill the tree with just the original ones. I think it turned out better than I had thought! Then we decorated the tree and had ornaments left, which was nice because I worried we might not have enough.

This year, we decided to go colourful rather than go with a colour scheme. It just seemed more fun...and in the end the tree reminded me of candy...hence the name, Candy. She's Fat. And Ass because initially, she was a pain in ours. I love her...especially now that she's hooked up to a timer, so I don't have to slide under the tree to plug her in.


Wreaths

I paid a long-awaited visit to marthastewart.com one day and found myself very inspired to make some wreaths. I'm forcing myself to stop at these because I don't have hooks for them all.


Pre-Christmas Gifts

Husband has this thing where he gives me a pre-Christmas gift...and I never manage to remember that he does this so I never have anything for him :S

This year, he said I could open something in my stocking, you know, since it's the third week of Advent and all (riiiiiight...because that's the day to open pre-Christmas gifts).


Yay for Brian McKnight's new Christmas album and Brushfire Fairytales' Christmas album!

Celebrating with Santa
We did the Santa Shuffle this year, a 5K run (or 1K Elf walk), the proceeds of which go to the Salvation Army. I did it with my husband and it was his first race ever. It was really fun, despite the cold and I enjoyed having someone to run with. It's been a while. I'm really proud of how well he did and I look forward to doing more runs together.


Keeping warm in the car


Post-run

40 years

One day, 40 years ago, my parents got married.

40 years ago, maybe they had some idea that there was a girl in their future.
And maybe another girl.
And another girl?
And a boy, nope another girl?
And a boy, nope yet another girl?
And a maybe boy? YES! A boy!

Maybe in the back of their minds, they were thinking that moving to the other side of the world might reap benefits greater than those they grew up with, especially for their kids.

Maybe they knew bringing some family along was a great idea.

Maybe she thought he was crazy for choosing her instead deciding to be a priest after all.

Maybe he knew she was worth it.

Maybe they knew getting together, getting married and being strong for each other was the best thing they ever did.
I know it was.

With yet another girl

Life should taste as good as (my take)

One of my girlfriends (er, actually, more than one ) and I share an unspoken love, only understood by Canadians who house themselves in a version of something Swiss.

Yes, Swiss Chalet is a must. Especially with the Festive Special. I didn’t even plan to have it tonight, except when she asked me for some suggestions for restaurants that her and her beau could go to for dinner, the OBVIOUS answer was Swiss Chalet (although it wasn’t my first response because I was thinking maybe they wanted something more chic or upscale or something, not that Swiss Chalet is anything less than that! Haha!). I planned to cook, actually, so my “Chicken-a-la-King with a twist version 1.0” waits until tomorrow night.

So my husband, my brother and I met up and went to the nearest Swiss Chalet from the station, starving…we left satisfied (of course). It was funny because just when I was thinking of texting my gf, she texted me…and then I texted her back a message that indicated that I did NOT cook and was also looking forward to a mouth-watering, rotisserie, festive, Swiss experience.

Yum.

Bubble Tea?

Don't go here for yours!

Maybe we should be more subtle with the kids today...

(Warning, may be offensive...)

Fwd: WARNING!

Got this from my aunt and uncle...

Warning..!!!! Warning..!!!! Warning..!!!!


Just last weekend on Friday night we parked in a public parking area. As we drove away I noticed a sticker on the rear window of the car. When I took it off after I got home, it was a receipt for gas. Luckily my friend told me not to stop as it could be someone waiting for me to get out of the car. Then we received this email yesterday:

WARNING FROM POLICE. THIS APPLIES TO BOTH WOMEN AND MEN BEWARE OF PAPER ON THE BACK WINDOW OF YOUR VEHICLE-- NEW WAY TO DO CARJACKINGS (NOT A JOKE)'

Heads up everyone! Please, keep this circulating...

You walk across the parking lot, unlock your car and get inside. You start the engine and shift into Reverse. When you look into the rearview mirror to back out of your parking space, you notice a piece of paper stuck to the middle of the rear window.

So, you shift intoPark,unlock your doors, and jump out of your car to remove that paper (or whatever it is) that is obstructing your view. When you reach the back of your car, that is when the carjackers appear out of nowhere, jump into your car and take off. They practically mow you down as they speed off in your car.

And guess what, ladies? I bet your purse is still in the car. So now the carjacker has your car, your home address, your money, and your keys. Your home and your whole identity are now compromised!

BEWARE OF THIS NEW SCHEME THAT IS NOW BEING USED.

If you see a piece of paper stuck to your back window, just drive away. Remove the paper later. And be thankful that you read this e-mail. I hope you will forward this to friends and family, especially to women. A purse contains all kinds of personal information and identification documents, and you certainly do NOT want this to fall into the wrong hands.

Please keep this going and tell all your friends.

I love you...

...whoever you are who thought of creating frozen seasoned chicken breasts. You are a saviour on lazy days like today when I'm still full from lunch and I have two hungry tired men coming home in an hour.