Thursday, December 23, 2010

no place like home for the holidays

For the first time in a few years, we're not spending Christmas in multiple cities. Two years ago, we flew to San Francisco on Christmas day and spent a week there while Jordan had a job interview and some networking to do.
We loved San Francisco. We loved walking around, we loved the food, we loved the fact that we were doing all of the walking without worrying about is still a trip we think about and talk about. It was also our first Christmas away from our families. It was a little bit weird, but it almost seemed like the perfect place to be away for the first time.
Last year, we were able to spend Christmas with our families, but had to rush off to the airport on Boxing Day (that's December 26th for the Americans out there) so that we could unpack and repack so that we could get up and drive to Philadelphia on the 27th. Again, Jordan had job interviews and networking to do.
Again, it was fun. Visiting other cities while they are all "gussied up" for the holidays is cool. I feel like you get to see the city while it is trying to look its best and while everyone is on their best behaviour. I liked the fact that we always had the "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" theme song running through our heads, that when we asked the doorman at the hotel where we should go running, he sent us to the Rocky steps, and we found out what scrapple tastes like. Plus, we got to eat at Morimoto and I had the best soup I've ever tasted.
 This year we get to stay in one place (well, now that we've travelled to Calgary anyway). No rushing off to multiple cities and trying to cram in as much as we possibly can. We get to spend Christmas with family and friends and try our best to just relax. So far we've already fit in lunches, Christmas shopping, and two different family events- not bad for two days. While I will miss getting to explore a new city this Christmas season, and I really do love looking at our pictures from both San Francisco and Philadelphia, I'm looking forward to starting the new year a little less exhausted.

I hope you're all able to spend time with friends, with family, and that you get some "you" time as well! 

Monday, December 20, 2010

right to play

A short public service announcement:
(took this off his facebook page)
I know I've posted about this before, but I thought I'd do it again.
Martin Parnell has been raising money for Right to Play by running 250 marathons in 250 days. His goal is to raise $250 000. He has 9 marathons to go and he still has just under $100 000 to raise in order to meet his goal.

So, if you are still looking to donate some money before the year is over, head on over to Marathon Quest 250 and donate. That's a LOT of running. I'd love to see him meet (or exceed) his goal.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010


Today I:
-had my ear to the phone for FAR too long (probably close to 3 or 3.5 hours)
-got a really nice card in the mail
-went to the Vendome metro station for the first time...then ran by it later in the day- weird how that happens sometimes.
-discovered that the place I needed to go was at the top of a big hill
-decided to get up the hill as fast as possible- just because
-was very glad that the sidewalk wasn't slippery as I was going down said hill (even as is, with a crazy carpet I could have gone for a heck of a ride...into traffic)
-listened to one of my favourite Vinyl Cafe stories
-went for a run in the cold- so glad I had someone to share the cold with or I wouldn't have gotten out the door (thanks Suz!)
-ran farther than I thought I'd have the cold tolerance for (again- thanks Suz!)
-managed to put a picture in a RIBBA frame without cursing and without breaking a nail
-felt bad about pointing out a glaring error to the CLIF tweeter, but it was to represent for Canada! (CLIF was announcing that CLIF sponsored Ironman champion Chris McCormick was the first non-American to grace the Wheaties box. Since Mario Lemieux, Wayne Gretzky and Steve Nash have been on the box, I had to say something)
-didn't feel as bad when the tweeter mentioned that he or she was a big Nash fan and really should have known better :)
-shovelled my steps twice
-drank a delicious beer (I have two more of those delicious delicious brews...I wonder how long I'll hoard the last one)
-realized that I did a lot today (and have a lot to do tomorrow too)

So- what did you do today?

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

is that a toboggan on your head?

When I woke up yesterday morning, there was a light dusting of snow on the ground. Blades of grass were still visible poking through the snow and both the roads and sidewalks were clear and dry. This morning, I woke up to this:
(the picture would be brighter if it wasn't taken through the window...but i didn't want to go outside)

(much more peaceful to look out back than out front)
And it is still snowing.  I guess this means that winter is really here. 

Speaking of winter, I saw the following statement on a popular blog: "Also picked up a new toboggan at Old Navy for $4! I really needed something that covered my ears and didn’t itch for our trips to Boston and Montana. Problem solved!" This was followed by a picture of her in a toque (or knitted cap for you non-canadians). As I read the statement, I first thought "I had no idea Old Navy sold toboggans...and $4?!?! you can't buy a sled for $4! itchy ears? whaaa?"  I saw the picture and laughed a bit. Who is this crazy southerner thinking she has a toboggan on her head?

Then, I read the comments. Apparently in the American south, people wear toboggans on their heads. Now, I hate to go all north vs south on people here, but since the word toboggan is apparently rooted in the Algonquin language and has come to the English language via the French Canadians...I feel like the North has to pull some rank here and say that we are right and the south is wrong. There was clearly some sort of "lost in translation" error that took place many years ago that got all you southerners confused. Either that or some northerner, jealous that you didn't actually have to deal with toques or toboggans very often, decided to play a trick on you and it has stuck.

As people who come from a place where we can wear a toque and use a toboggan almost 8 months a year, I think we northerners know what we're talking about: toboggan = sled/sleigh/j-shaped wooden platform on which you cheat death going down a steep snow-covered hill. Sure, you can carry it OVER your head, but it does not actually go ON your head.

Any strange regional terms that you use that you know mean different things elsewhere? And does anyone want to come over and help me shovel out my car? (because that little black golf in the first picture is ours)