Tales from the Blanche File

Don't fear... I fly back to Edmonton today so the photos of Blanche will end. But I have two tales to tell. These are more for my sister, Petite, than anyone else.

Last night, my parents and I went to an amazing Greek restaurant. And when we came home, we took some photos. We posed and laughed and snapped a bunch by the Christmas tree. After we walked away from the tree, we turned around to see Blanche, sitting pretty, posing for her own picture!

The second photo is of Blanche' s new favourite pastime. I love it when, after licking for an eternity, she licks her chops and gulps. She's a lady.

As I said earlier, I'm flying back to Edmonton this afternoon. I'm sort of excited to get back to work and my little routine. But I would sure love to stay here in Nova Scotia for a bit longer. Dare I say it... I miss home.

Must pack.

xoxoSallyt

Old Friends and Memories

Ahhh! I just had the most lovely breakfast with an old pal, Becky. We met almost a decade ago when we both worked at Tim Horton's. We were the only two people there who were going to school, except for high school, so we bonded quickly. She's a lawyer now and is fabulous! Just being around her makes me happy! I love laughing at her tales and her take on life. And as I left her, not knowing when I would see her again, it made me sad a bit.

I think, nay I believe, when you meet someone as fabulous as Becky, you need to keep them in your life. If only for the gut-busting laughs. But I know she means so much more than that to me.

I have to go through my belongings now and figure out what I can bring back to Edmonton with me. My parents are downsizing and I have crap of mine stashed everywhere. I just found a box of "mementos" from high school. I don't know who half the stuff is from and why I kept it. Mementos, indeed. Trash!

I sifted through the four boxes of books in the front hall closet, and picked out 50 pounds worth to bring back with me. All those books! All those memories! All those hours spent savouring them! Now THOSE, my friends, are mementos. For almost all of them, I can tell you where I was when I got it, who I was with, and what year.

Must take Blanche for a walk to combat the nostalgia that's threatening to overcome me.
xoxoSallyt

Blanche

To all those who know me, you know I can tell stories for hours about Blanche. Blanche is my parent's dog, a chihuahua pomeranian, to be precise. She is chubby and spoiled and she provides hours of mirth to this family. We like to dress her up, feed her weird things to see how she reacts, and play with her all day. Here are two photos from Christmas. The first, she is in a beautiful scarf I got from Stace (Thanks, Minga!).

The second photo takes some explaining.

All Christmas Day she has been particularly rambunctious. She has not stopped barking and begging for food all day. So when my mom and I were getting dinner ready, she almost got stepped on. We fed her baby aspirin to shut her up. I realize the SPCA wil barge our doors down soon for my admitting this. But she was annoying! This is an hour after her dosage and he eyes don't really focus anywhere.

I told you! Blanche is a phenomenon. PS: She's also lost a .8 of a pound in the last month, and she is more limber than ever before! Her new favourite hobby is self-cunnilingus, and she does this for hours. It's sick, really.

xoxoSallyt

Happy Christmas

I love these lazy Christmas days. The highlight so far was taking Blanche, my parent's chubby chihuahua-pomeranian for a walk. And reading the delightful new book Stce got for me... Amy Sedaris' "I Like You". I love it!

My parnets lead a very sedentary lifestyle, which is refrshing to me. Although I got a bit restless this afternoon. I think I will figure out how to add pictures and nonsense to this blog to keep my hands busy and away from the chocolates until dinner.

When my sister, Jane, was a year old, she spent the entire day eating chocolates. I mean the ENTIRE day. Non-stop. There are pictures of a bald Jane with chocolate smeared from ear to ear. And she looked so happy. I got to speak to Jane today, she and her new husband, Craig are in Abu Dhabi. Craig is an amazing man and from here after shall be known as Gushgushgush. Because ever since I came home from South Africa and the wedding, all I can do is gush about Craig. Anyway, I digress. Jane and Craig are in the desert this year, but will be home in Dartmouth next year. I've never wanted a year that has yet to begin to melt away like 2007, so I can see Jane and Craig again.

Must run and baste.
xoxoSallyt

Bring Out the Best

It was potluck day at work. A Christmas one, no less. I loathe potlucks. My mother always tried to reassure me about potlucks, saying people only bring their best. I've been listening to people brag all week about the killer casserole they're bringing, or their brownies to die for. I look at them all with a raised eyebrow of suspicion.

This time last year, I was in Yellowknife, at another company and they loveloveloved potlucks. They would have a potluck for any reason. The solsitice, a baby, the removal of a hangnail. I will never forget the day someone brought in "tacos", and the meat was greasy and swimming in red sauce. I just puked a little in my mouth right now at the thought of it.

I understand the camraderie it promotes, and hells knows I love to carouse. But over a table full of slow cookers and shrimp rings is not fun to me. Perhaps it's my hesitance to eat in front of a large group of people, who knows.

It all reminds me of the time my sister and mother and I went to a mother-daughter potluck for Brownies. Someone brought lasagne with spinach in it and my sister and I started shreiking like we were being poisoned. Spinach in lasagne?! Were they mad?! My mother had to try and hush the shrieks, in case the chef was nearby. Although I am sure we made enough noise to be heard anywhere.

I din't start shreiking this year. I just left early for my desk and some peace and quiet.

Feliz Navidad
xoxoSally

Day one

I feel so giddy right now. It's my very first post on this blog thing. I also feel a bit archaic, but whatev.

I have two more days until I fly home for Christmas, and I realized last night I need out of here. Out of Edmonton, away from work, away from my place, away from it all. I can't wait to curl up at home with Blanche (more on that phenomenon later) and my parents. A change of pace. A change of scenery. Plus, we've had snow for ages here and I want to wear my kicky boots again and not sensible ones.

I just wanted to post so my blog doesn't look naked. So I'll think of something later once I sort my thoughts more.

xoxoSallyt