ahhhhhhhhhhhh

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i'm done.

yes i've fully completed my christmas shopping. all the folks i feel the need to gift are purchased and waiting. okay i lied, there's a two year old who's hellaciously difficult to shop for that i haven't accomplished but i won't see his mom til next friday so i have a few days.

the fridge is stocked with random bottles of wine and bubbly to bring to random dinners. not to mention 18 excellent beers (stella artois, big rock traditional and buzz) and a very nice selection of chocolatey goodness. also laundry is in and i will have FRESH SHEETS and duvet cover for christmas. mmmmm happy warm dryer bouncy goodness.

my sister is coming over in 1-3 hours (probably 2 on the dot) and we're going to sit around, maybe drink, for sure eat and most definetely wrap presents and bask in each other's company. needless to say i'm stoked.

what's even odder? i volunteered to teach a class tomorrow AND i'm really stoked about it. first of all it's like a favour to all the jewish folks at the jewish community centre which was the first real place to hire me and believe i was going to be a good teacher. second it's a great way to feel way less guilty about the pig out i'm going to have in the afternoon and finally? i get to give my sister a lesson and she needs it! [hrm that came out wrong but well i can teach things to the whole class that will benefit her which is awesome]

othercat and pj and i did gifts and those bastards got me a gift certificate to lululemon... which i'm secretly stoked about. i refuse to admit this because i've been boycotting that place for several years... but there's this thing you see. it's called the hip hop shrug and it comes in these great purple and green shades and it's HAWT and i want one and even though i'm boycotting i just do NOT CARE. I must own a shrug in every colour. [fyi the white part isn't part of the shrug... it's the undershirt.]

okay i hate myself a little and still i'm stoked!

no really, there's a little bit of hate. it's made up for though because they finally listened to my complaints about the treatment i once received and have in fact arranged a personal shopping day for me to apologize. and still i hate myself a little.

i'm so cheap and shameless that a little bit of beautiful lycra gets me through the door. *sigh*

oh well! at least it's beautiful right? i mean what are scruples worth anyway? :)
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it's so nice to sit here at 4:30 on christmas eve and know that all my loved ones are taken care of and that i have plans for the next few days AND that i managed to resist going climbing today (which was HARD!) so that i could actually have three days off in a row for the first time in about a month [i'm convinced my tendons need this even though my instincts are calling me to the gym.]

there is something about climbing that is just indescribeable. the people that like it like it the way crack addicts like crack. even if we're in pain and our hands are ripped open and we can't feel our elbows and our shoulders aren't speaking to us we still WANT TO GO CLIMBING!

:)