christmas with the godfather

well... i made it. i'm officially 28. and i've been super moody the last couple of days. i've been trying to determine whether it's because i'm having issues dealing with this new age (an age that for some reason sounds REALLY old to me right now), or if it's because it's almost christmas and the only preparation i've done is buying gifts FOR burton WITH burton, or if it's PMS... or maybe i'm pregnant (that is not an announcement... just to clarify)... i have no idea what's going on, but one second i'm really happy about life and the next second i'm pouting about having to go grocery shopping (ok... realistically, i always pout about grocery shopping, but you know what i mean). anyway, highs and lows all week... it's driving me bonkers.

but i do love this time of year. our christmas tree is up, and i've invested in some great christmas music this year (check out sarah mclachlan's new album "wintersong"... you'll love it)... and my first online christmas purchase for burton just arrived in the mail today and is neatly tucked under my bed (for those of you concerned about this divulgence of information, i assure you that burton hardly has time to read the things he's assigned at school right now much less waste time reading the ramblings he gets to hear all day long). anyway, it's beginning to look a lot like christmas... (aw cute).

random subject change... i watched the godfather for the first time in my entire life. loved it. still loving it actually as we're half way through the godfather 2 now. and i'm loving that one also. seriously, i found myself laughing at parts that were far from funny simply because i have seen them mocked so many times in other movies and it was just so strange to know i was watching the origination of those scenes. amazing. love marlon brando, al pacino, robert de niro... and diane keaton... holy crap. she's much hotter at 60 than she was in the 70s. anyway, if you haven't seen it, or you haven't seen it in awhile, curl up with a warm blanket and a hot chocolate and settle in for a little horse head and oranges (if you haven't seen it... aren't you just a little curious now!?). i actually used a quote from it today on a business call. someone was asking how we were going to get a certain individual to do something... and i said "we'll make him an offer he can't refuse"... i got a few chuckles... mostly from the new yorker i work with who had been shocked and almost appauled earlier when i told him i had only just seen the movie for the first time this past week. anyway, it's great... "i know it was you fredo! you broke my heart! you broke my heart!" so awesome.

disclaimer: i just realized that i have to admit i watched the godfather on a clearplay DVD player which edits movies and makes them not so violent and vulgar, etc etc. so by the R rating my assumption is that there is probably a lot of things in the movie i didn't see or hear that many may find offensive if they watch it unedited... so, be warned. :)

almost 30 and shrinking fast!

been awhile since i've written anything... lots going on. thanksgiving--which consisted of five days of eating, watching way too many movies, watching way too much football, and doing way too much sitting around for the amount of food being consumed. we then watched two cute little boys (see monkey and chicken below) while their parents partied it up in hawaii (welcome home guys). we went to park city for my company christmas party where they put us all up in this sweet hotel for the evening and let us spend the following day shopping at the outlet stores (pre-holiday shopping that you justify by saying "ok, this one will be for christmas... and this one too... and this..."). then we went straight from park city to another christmas party where we ate amazing fudge and fondue and rice krispie covered marshmallows and more fudge and more fondue... i love christmas. please note that both of these christmas parties occured before the month of december even started. anyway, it's been a busy couple of weeks.

it's my birthday on friday... 28. i'm still deciding how i feel about it. it's not like turning 23... 'cause 23 was cool (that may seem random, but i've had this discussion with many friends and that seems to be the pinnacle of existence). but this is almost 30. not that almost 30 isn't cool... or over 30 for that matter. it's just hard to believe that's me. i'm older than my mom was when i was born. oh well, i guess most of my friends are right there with me... some who have paved the way and others who are soon to follow (fyi... i'll be almost 34 before burton even leaves his 20s). sweet.

well, it's almost 9:30 PM... time for my glass of warm milk and then off to bed for my old bones. i freaking asked for slippers for my birthday... although, i also asked for "trivial pursuit 80s edition"... which only makes me feel old when i'm with my husband.

OH!... i almost forgot to share the funniest discovery in a really long time. if going through a quarter life crisis wasn't enough (come on... i could live to be 112... it'll be 2090 when that roles around... i guarantee they'll have figured something out by then to keep my little heart pumping passed 100), i went to the doctor a couple weeks ago for a basic checkup, 'cause i haven't been to a family doctor in like 15 years (no joke). so... somewhere along the line in my adult life someone pulled out a tape measure and said "hey, let's measure everyone's height" and somehow that tape measure was incredibly... well... WRONG. literally for the last at least 8 or 9 years i have been under the impression that I am 5 ft. 6.5 inches tall. and because no one really likes saying the half inches and everyone secretly wants to be a little taller than they are (unless they're already crazy tall) i would round up to 5'7". so needless to say, i was a little shocked... kind of like i had been kicked in the gut... when the nurse stood me up to the measuring instrument and proclaimed for all to hear "5 feet 4.5 inches". WHAT?!?! I said "ummm... i think that's wrong!" so she said "ok... we can do it again" and we went through the same ordeal. aware of my obvious concern she pronounced the results a little quieter this time, "well... it's still 5 feet 4.5 inches". a whole 2 inches shorter!... 2.5 inches shorter than i have quite proudly stated to government agencies over the years... like the department of motor vehicles, who so trustingly put 5' 7" on my drivers license. i will admit i had a bit of an identity crisis over the whole ordeal. you know, i blame this mishap on my canadian education... it's the silly centimeters vs. inches dilemma... my canadian drivers license says 165 cm. come on... how the crap am i supposed to know that converts to 5 feet 4.5 inches?! no one taught me these things! i suppose it's totally possible that i've shrunk in my old age... it happens you know! anyway, i guarantee i will be rounding up FOR SURE now. 5' 5"... so lame.