can you feel it all the time?

Hi. Just overheard my parents having a loud argument about whether the town transvetite is a man becoming a woman or the other way around. Gotta love being at home. I feel like I have gained the appropriate 25 extra Christmas pounds. gah.

Not a lots been going on. Was in Victoria for a bit today dropping my grandmother off at her gorge-side appartment. Its weird because she is planning on moving out of the city soon so she has very little furniture (we're talking two chairs and a bed in the whole place) I would go nuts in a house that sparse. We also drove to like 40 different restaurants- all of them closed except the last one- and my father insisted that he buy me a book of poetry even after I told him not to bother. Maybe he wants me to be a poetic guru. We'll see how that turns out.

That's a pretty dignified road to starvation

Hey, y'all. Hope that your boxing day vacations have been as loverly as mine has been. Woke up this morning, travelled to a snowy lake, went skiing, got totally bogged down in slush, hitched a ride on a snowmachine, sat by a campfire, strapped on a pair of defective snowshoes, stumbled around on an island, took pictures, ate sausage and moose meat, went back home. Nice. The lake was frozen and covered with low-lying fog. The sun must have been out higher above, however, because the day was infused with a soft golden light and quite warm. Also at the lake was a young couple from Chilliwack who are crazy smart and talented. I have known the guy forever; I was actually his candlebearer way back when. I can't remember many of his accomplishments, but he can build anything, fix anything, and I believe he is designing a cooling system for the medical isotope reactors. She is working towards a Masters in Biology, makes her own cheese, skis really well and is beautiful. I want to be both of them when I grow up.

The picture at the top always makes me laugh. Hope that your holidays are treating you well and that you are consuming vast amounts of delicious food with slightly exasperating, though lovable, family members.

Watched The New Animated Astro-Boy, I Cried. I highly Recommend it.

The Title says it all. I also nearly peed my pants twice while at the proper christmas dinner yesterday (We finally have the dinning table up and going) and the dinner featured my lovely pickled beets. Its differant though, I used whole chilies and Cardamon in the mix. The laughter came from my younger-bigger brother, throwing chunks of sausages to the dog, and then chunks of brie to the dog. He threw a chunk of sausage the size of a babies hand.

Merry Christmas Eve Noon

well well well. I wish it would stop raining for 30 mins so I could stretch them legs you know? Sounds like nice adventures you two.
Anyway in the mail today we got a letter from my aunt giving the details of her mad traveling adventures of 2010. She went to Ellis Island (NYC) in the spring to look up some family details. Looks like my great-grandmother arrived in North America from Germany in 1894 at the age of 6 months, with 6 siblings and a single mother. Can you imagine? And here I am complaining about the weather.

You're taking me to concerts and you're taking off your top

Hey, island folk. Crazy weather you guys are having! Can't say I'm jealous, though it is supposed to get up to +6 here on Saturday and start slushing. Ugh.

I have been listening to music that is not explicit, exactly, but has very intimate lyrics. Intimate enough to wear my headphones when my mom is in the kitchen. She has noticed me half-dancing while heating up soup and just keeps shaking her head.

I baked peanut butter cookies yesterday (with applesauce; fancy, fancy) and went for a ski. The lake was covered with low, yellowish clouds, and the light was really strange. It made me feel restless, and I went a lot further than I intended. But it was calming, and quiet, and there were miles and miles of snowy lake with no one around.

Somehow, I found myself in Fort Fraser a few days ago mushing a crrrazy dog team. My lead dogs were named Higgins and Hans, and my wheel dog was named Emma (hah!). Everything went well until we had to cross a field with about 30 horses in it. That was not so much fun.

I do miss Victoria. A week in close quarters with my little brother has made me fantasize about throwing him through the kitchen window. Try not to get swept out to sea in those massive ocean waves, you two.

When I'm overseas your love just come over me, Attacking me viciously in a sweet way that's loving to me

HELLO. The Gods are angry. Do you hear them outside? Howling? Growling? FOR YOU. (Laura; It's just hella angry outside stormy. The island is missing you.) I just went down to the beach, and the wind is too strong for me. The waves are too big for me. Pushing whole trees uplong everywhere. I felt tiny, I saw a deer run away. I know now to put apples down there for them.

Last night, I met Zoola, for a christmas skating adventure. We skated for over an hour. Saw some old friends, I fell on the ice twice, I have a bruised leg now. We then back to her humble adove for hot chocolate, and just sat at her island, talking. We gave love to the dog, we walked into town, around town, and then back along rupert road, eventually just sitting infront of the crazy house, with like, 10 trees on their property covered in intense christmas lights. Have you seen it?

I have something exciting to tell you. All about me though.

If life is sex and entertainment I am dying slowly.

Hey so nice turn of events... I'm sleeping on the couch for Christmas. What else you ask?

Well Sir, last night some of the old frenchies decided it would be nice to go to the Rod and Gun (only bar in town, equipped with a bartender named Ryan Reynolds, no joke) for a few drinks and some ketchup/ catch up. Anyway we get there and there is all these kids that we graduated with, who made my last year at high school the most boring living hell I have lived through, if you know what I mean. Anyway, everyone I arrived with ended up trashed and we saw this kid Trevor Panton who used to eat glue in elementary school and this other kid named Dan who's mother is a Buddhist accountant that worked at the same place as me this summer. Either way the night was a gong show and I felt weird and out of place for most of it. Shoulda drank more.

I'm Thanking the Lord for Blessing You With Hockey Teeth

So here we are in full Christmas mode (happy Soulstice by the way) My father has managed, true to form, to squeeze a ful sized douglas fir into our comparitively smaller living room. If you don't hear from me in a week its because I have been buried in an avalanche of pine-needles. Or fir needles I guess. And my aunt's most precious 12 year old dog swallowed a popsicle stick last night, reaffirming the distinction between DOG TREATS and POPSICLES. So my mom was on the phone with her on and off trying to talk her through the dilemma. Because when in doubt, one calls Leigh, not the vet. (please don't live by this rule, my mother has enough siblings without you too)

Not a whole lot else has happened around here. Here's a picture of baseball guys fighting.

Hey we saw the moon ring too! We were walking down this path between town and the boonies in Qualicum, through the bushes, and then we look up and there is the moon! And Shark goes "I really like the moon right now, it's not too bright." and I go " I wonder what that ring is called, doesn't it mean something?"

And then we got to a Christmas party and ate chocolate and these funny Vietnamese prawn things on sugar cane sticks and nicked beer out of the fridge. And that basically sets the theme for the next two weeks.

Greetings from the northern interior

Hey girlies. So, um, this will be my first guest post on your blog. And that's great, because I really feel like writing this morning.

Ended up getting up at 4 yesterday and heading off to the airport to fly back to the land of snow and ice, which is inhabited people who dress up for ev-ery-thing and pluck their eyebrows into funny shapes. On the bus I was checking out my fellow passengers and Just Knew that three of them were hockey players. None of them were carrying any sports paraphenilia, but sure enough, just as we got to the airport their conversation turned to Our Nation's Game. I'm like a drug-sniffing dog, but with a less useful talent.

Last night, some family friends threw a lavish Danish Christmas party, complete with little homemade chocolates and these dee-lish fluffy pastry balls with a name I can't pronounce (Sarah, you may know what I am talking about here) and real candles on the tree. And one of my favorite people whom I had not seen for over half a year came up to me and told me the titles of books that I should read. It was nice, because he didn't ask about school or anything, just what books I had enjoyed recently. Awsome.

I really like the idea behind the painting at the top of the page. You would never run out of subject material.

The stars were blazing last night, and there was a massive silver ring around the moon. It is easy to feel small here.