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Being officially two days from my 31st birthday has sent me into a tailspin of nostalgia. I wish I was able to travel in and out of different times in my life – not just in memory but to actually be there again. Today I’m craving the 70’s. I want to live in a world of rotary phones, record players, brown t-shirts, school buses, intact social assistance, long hair and big glasses, smoking permitted everywhere and no Wal-Marts. I want to transport myself into those grainy, yellow-tone Kodak photographs of my parents and there post-hippie friends; with their devil-may-care attitudes and no worries about future or careers or equity or retirement because, “hey, the government will take of us”. I can’t help but feel old just because the 70’s were so different from the world today. How can I even compare?
Went to a Christmas party last night and after three glasses of red wine was feeling quite drunk. This would have been fine except that I had a hockey practice after the party at 10:30pm and had to be at work this morning for 6:30am. There really isn’t any middle ground with me when it comes to sleeping. It’s either 9 hours or 4 hours, unfortunately more often the later. So, I feel somewhat drugged to day. My throat feels funny and all the lights are brighter than comfortable. My coffee is going down like water and I’ve only been here for one hour…no, 56 minutes. Blast it. Oh, and for the record…hockey and red wine do NOT mix. Balance is a key issue with endurance and hand eye coordination coming in as close seconds. Dumb, dumb, dumb.
Spent the morning yesterday putting together some Christmas music CD’s to offset my mum’s horrible “jubilation” collection. Notable favorites include a duet with David Bowie and Bing Crosby, the Rudolf soundtrack by Burl Ives (his voice is like butta I tell you….like butta!) and the Frank Sinatra “White Christmas”. Why don’t people say things like, “by golly” or “gosh’ anymore? Instead we say “holy fuck” or “you’re shittin’ me”. It’s terrible. Not that I mind swearing. I think it definitely has it’s place in language, but not the way we’ve made it part of our everyday language.
TWO SLEEPS TILL CHRISTMAS!
Went to a Christmas party last night and after three glasses of red wine was feeling quite drunk. This would have been fine except that I had a hockey practice after the party at 10:30pm and had to be at work this morning for 6:30am. There really isn’t any middle ground with me when it comes to sleeping. It’s either 9 hours or 4 hours, unfortunately more often the later. So, I feel somewhat drugged to day. My throat feels funny and all the lights are brighter than comfortable. My coffee is going down like water and I’ve only been here for one hour…no, 56 minutes. Blast it. Oh, and for the record…hockey and red wine do NOT mix. Balance is a key issue with endurance and hand eye coordination coming in as close seconds. Dumb, dumb, dumb.
Spent the morning yesterday putting together some Christmas music CD’s to offset my mum’s horrible “jubilation” collection. Notable favorites include a duet with David Bowie and Bing Crosby, the Rudolf soundtrack by Burl Ives (his voice is like butta I tell you….like butta!) and the Frank Sinatra “White Christmas”. Why don’t people say things like, “by golly” or “gosh’ anymore? Instead we say “holy fuck” or “you’re shittin’ me”. It’s terrible. Not that I mind swearing. I think it definitely has it’s place in language, but not the way we’ve made it part of our everyday language.
TWO SLEEPS TILL CHRISTMAS!
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