oh man.

So earlier today, I received an email from Photobucket, a photo storing and editing site, stating that I need to reactive my account by next week to keep my current photo albums. I had completely forgotten about being a member of this site, so I curiously logged back in to see what I kept posted. And HOLY COW. I couldn't believe photos from my grade 10 year still existed. I was a freaky lookin' girl, let me tell you. Eyes ringed with eyeliner and hair pumped-up with backcomb volume stood as my signature style. Eek. I frightened myself even looking at those! Thank goodness those days are over. Yeesh.

Home is so grand. At this moment, I'm cheering on the Dallas Stars as they battle against the Van'goofs for a win this season. In my house, the Vancouver Canucks are not worthy to be the dirt upon our road. (According to Dad and Marsh) Seriously. I can't even say 'Canucks' - it's the Chunucks, if I must refer to such a team. I know: extreme, eh? But it's fun. Being deafened by the pounding bass of the TV and the overwhelmed by the cheering and hollering of every smart play and well-played goal add something to a Friday night at home. Not all that bad. Not at all.

One of the best parts of the Christmas season is the craft-showing that my Mom and I do together. Usually accompanied by a Starbucks coffee, it's always so fun finding tacky decorations we can make fun of, and searching for gems amidst the crap. When the Auntie A comes next weekend, there's growing list already in motion of things to see and places to be in order to kick-off the Christmas season. Flippin' eh - I can't wait!

Love, D.