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A bit scattered… but mostly there…

anyway.

word!

Tether me.

For Christmas this year, I got a big ass zebra kite! (I mean, picture the whole (non)-horse flying in the sky…)

I’m very excited.

And this is extra good, because this past fall, those little punks Ali and Juan lost my original kite:

See that little black dot?

Yeah. That’s my kite commiting suicide.

It took me a long time to talk about this. You don’t know what that kite’s been through. I was a bit sad.

It also took Juan and Ali a long time to stop looking for what the kite might be tethered to somewhere in the depths of Toronto.

I appreciate that.

All in all, I’m much happier knowing the kite soared and was free in the end than to have it meet its fate all mangled in a tree (which happened so many times, but the brave thing jes’ kept on livin’.)

B.B.B.

During one of my holiday TK shifts, I was accosted by four students.

They held strange objects [that they slid across the desk at phenomenal speeds towards my face!] and they were ranting about something called bigger, better… best?!

[Now apparently, I'm the only soul at U-double-yah who hadn't heard of this game. Stephanie once got a TV out of the deal. And this one dood started out with a red paper clip and ended up with a house. a HOUSE! yeah right.]

So anyway, their excitement was contagious, and I tried to infect Deema as well [as she was working with me, but was on break] but she wanted none of it. Whoever was in her cell phone was much more interesting, and between you and me kids, the girl is useless unless it’s a matter of ringing you into the New Year at 7am with the Spice Girls busting your ear drums.

[I maintain, dear Deema, that I wasn't even THAT late. You were just waaaaaaiting to pounce on the SLC sound system and torture the drunken fool that came to crash the lounge a mere 3 hours before her shift. I also maintain that seeing your face trying to contain the glee was sheer hilarity. It might of been, afterall, the best possible way to start 2007.]

So, off that tangent, I was searching in the junk that we perpetually have kicking about the desk, for a fit object to trade with these fellows. The object had to be bigger or better than the “genuine” [doubts!] chinese artifact or the gadgety popple-like flashlight they had. They caught a glimpse of our Team Turnkey Crazee Carpets [aww... remember last season, Craig?] and I insisted that parting with one of those would be like parting with a limb.

But, wanting to be a good sport, I settled on one of the carpets that had seen a few too many Columbia Ice Field jumps, and traded them for something which would “give back” to the desk, to make up for its big, big loss:

Just before embarking on my LONG journey back to Montreal, I baked the trade into individualized key-imprinted packages of love from me to my dear coworkers. [It also doubled as a goodbye present.]

So I hope y’all got a taste of it, and that our greedy little friend Nicholas didn’t scarf them all down by himself, since they were delivered during his shift…Adieu! I will see your bad selves soon ’nuff!

[Oh and Mir? Props to the new key tags. Keep that shit up man.]

For Cedric…

Who didn’t know what I was talking about when I was describing a Lite Brite a few weeks ago:

(I literally tripped on one in a clothing store in London, ON during the holidays…)

And yes, this may very well be dating me…

PPS – Joscelyn is SUCH a good big brother!

I melted when I saw this picture.

Just like when chocolate is left on a dashboard, or plastic bags are left on burners when making bread (right, Juan?)

PS – I know I said no more posts ’til all of this was over but…

This felt too damn good.

See you next year.

A’ight. Happy holidays y’all!

I’ve got mountains to climb. it’s serious bidness.

So I hope you have a very festive and jolly time, n’ I’ll catch you on the other side.

Peeeeeeeace!

When you’ve missed your last metro home, the only thing left to do is to go out, naturally.

(Whether you’re totally in study clothes or not.)

“Erm. Pete? That’s… me. yap.”

Ali’s got the magic touch.

he: “i will keep sending these to you every five
minutes until… no there will be no end.”

me: “LseKerjiwoerrghr!!! ENOUGH! 10 more minutes and that’s final, do you please hear? I don’t care if you’re all flanelized… JUST, don’t make me put on the sumo suit.”

Kids.

I have to quit. Get off the aid-wagon. Too oft, I run frenzied to assist or alleviate or comfort or encourage. Too oft, I find it’s a cheap high and it jus’ don’t last, son. All you’re left with is a big ol’ blob o’ frustration when you drop all your junk to help out, but then, THEN, they go all ‘laxmo on ya and ya wonder why you didn’t just keep on keepin’ on wif your own darn dawg stuff.

Whine wine much?

(Yes, please and thank you.)

What’s up with the new drawl?

(iunno. Maybe my jaw’s locked frozen.
Montreal has been hit with the white stuff.
Been a long time comin’…)

……

Kid Koala.

……

Some of the kids I can’t wait to see at x-mas:
(I’m missing all the jams and I’m bitter)

……

Lastly, my little kid niece is growing and fast. 2 months and she’s tacked on 2 lbs. (Making her weight still less than my birth weight. yes, yes. sooooooo I was a chunky one. shaddap.)

But I digress.

Yet another reason I need to get my derrière back to South ON.