As one ages, Christmases tend to blend into one another so that you remember them in flashes here and there.
One of these flashes takes me back to Christmas Eve as a child in Trinidad. There was ham in the oven, filling the room with the lovely smells. Carols on the radio and fresh bread anxiously waiting for the ham.
This is one tradition I've brought forward to our lives. Every Christmas Eve, I make a ham and we have ham sandwiches for dinner. The corgis are always close by and they are rewarded with a small piece. I am rewarded with gobs of drool on the floor. :)
Then, we horse around on the floor with the dogs, race up and down the hallway, and have plenty of cuddles. Right now, it's a waiting game for Gimli to go to bed. Then, I can fill the stockings without him obsessing over his and the cookies inside.
This year, I strung the lights a little differently. I found this method: Stringing lights and figured I'd give it a try.
The first thing: you use a bit more lights than usual. In this picture there are 6 or 7 strings.
Secondly, it's probably best to stick with one color or a multi-colored string of lights, else you may run out and have to locate an extra string that may or may not go with your color scheme. We ran into this scenario - usually, I put up red and purple lights, but I didn't have enough, so I switched to the red and white. It makes it look like a candy cane, so it's not too bad.
Our tree now has a wide assortment of Disney ornaments, and fewer regular ornaments. I keep joking to Mike that we need a second tree to handle Disney!
So, dear friends, I'm sorry for missing those 2 days. Life, and work, gets in the way sometimes, but here I am now.
Monday and Tuesday were crazy busy days and I felt a little down,
However, there's nothing like receiving mail that makes things a little better.
I had ordered a corgi t-shirt from GiveAFluff and it arrived on Monday. We also ordered next year's calendar, some magnets and some mugs from Vistaprint and the shipment arrived on Tuesday. This, coupled with some snuggle time with Merida, made me feel a little better.
This is part of the Christmas spirit, having family to prop you up when you're feeling down. Of course, this face doesn't hurt either.
Our drink for today is tea in some fetching cups. Some days, only a cup of tea will do!
a new wubba
tons of Marrowbones
whatever Candy's eating
a toy with lots of stuffing that I can destroy
a new shirt to wear
my own big blanket to cuddle on the couch, in Mike and Candy's bed, on the floor, and other such places.
My dogs have a one track mind, as you can see.
I find, when making up Christmas lists, it's nice to have some hot chocolate with Baileys in it. Today's mix contained store bought hot chocolate mix, Bailey's Hazelnut, and whipped cream.
We received a rather large Christmas stocking and it seems both corgis have claimed it.
Gimli hasn't figured out that it's a stocking, he thinks it's a big piece of fabric. He is well aware of stockings and what can be found in them, though! It's at the point now where I cannot put out the stockings until Christmas Eve, after the dogs have gone to bed. If not, Gimli will find it and he'll figure out a way to steal it or he'll sit in front of it all day.
I thought I had corgis, not children!
With the dogs hanging out with this large stocking, it's time for a nice glass of cider. I'm a big fan of Strongbow cider, and I'm a big fan of the Bacardi Breezers drinks, so when I saw this mash-up, I was intrigued.
Alas, it did not live up to my expectations. It contains cider and rum, and I didn't like it. It wasn't "cidery" and it wasn't "rummy", just something in the middle - as if you'd mixed apple juice and one of the Bacardi Breezers together in your kitchen.
I won't buy this one again, back to Strongbow it is!
1. I'm fighting a cold/flu/plague/disease of some kind. I have a scratchy throat and I feel ill, but not ill enough to take a sick day. It's quite frustrating, in that I cannot exert myself because then I become tired quite quickly. I didn't put in a run today, unfortunately, but I did some time on the TreadClimber.
I'm counting that as a win!
2. Merida has turned the corner on her UTI. The last dose of medicine is tomorrow morning. She's feeling better almost back to normal. She's still upset though, all her snow has melted away.
Maybe she'll get a white Christmas.
Gimli continues to look for his ducks when we go for walks, even though the ducks have been brought inside. If I even ask him about the duckies, he remembers and we have to go see them.
He's a silly bear, this one.
3. My birthday was last week and I felt quite special this time around. It's the first birthday I get to spend with Merida - last year, we were away. I took the day off and wandered around a local candy shop, had a large breakfast, and spent time with Mike and the corgis.
4. I'm planning to do the 12 days of Christmas again this year, but I'll be adding drinks to it as well. We'll see how that goes :)
5. I haven't yet seen the Muppet Family Christmas special on tv. This is one of the programs that gets me into that Christmas mood, plus it has the Muppets from Sesame Street, The Muppet Show, Fraggle Rock, and Muppet Babies.
Mike and I are quite different when it comes to Christmas specials - he likes the Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and Santa Claus is Coming to Town, while I don't care for those.
I prefer the Muppets, the Blackadder Christmas Carol, and Mickey's Christmas Carol.
We're off to the vet either tomorrow or Wednesday.
I suspect Merida has a UTI - she's been "dribbling" every time she's been out today and she had an accident inside. We were gone this evening for about an hour and half - usually that's no trouble for her, but not today.
I think it's in the early stages - ie no blood yet, so we're going to call the vet in the morning and see if they can squeeze her in.
This is the first I've dealt with a UTI, so I'm being overly cautious and watching her like a hawk. From what I've seen, they are going to need a urine sample, (Good luck :( ), and then she'll need a course of antibiotics. We'll know more once we're able to see the vet.
In the meantime, she's sleeping in our room in the event she needs to go during the night.
I realize I haven't done this sort of post in a while, so here goes:
1. Mike has lost 20 lbs. Yes, that's right, 20! His pants are falling off of him and some of his shirts are now too big.
He still has more weight to lose, but he's quite thrilled with his results. I think I'm going to buy him a belt for Christmas.
2. I am run/walking up to 8k now. Provided I keep up this pace of adding half a kilometer each week, I'll be up to 10k in time for our race in January.
It still doesn't feel like we have less than 60 days to go, it's quite surreal.
3. It's beginning to look like Christmas in our house. Nearly all of the decorations are up, and most of the Christmas cards are addressed. I haven't started my baking yet, but I plan to start next week.
4. Gimli visited the vet on Saturday for his yearly checkup. He's healthy as can be - his coat is good, his weight and heart are good, and his teeth are in good shape for a 6 year old. He didn't like the thermometer in the ear, but other than that, he was his usual grumpy/happy-for-cookies self.
5. We have our first real snow of the season and Merida is beside herself with joy. All she wants to do is romp and pounce in the snow, regardless of the sub-zero temperatures! She criss-crosses the yard with her tracks and digs her head into drifts looking for something to play with.
We gave Merida a bath the other day. Gimli had gone for his grooming appointment, but we decided to keep Merida home this time around. Her coat isn't as unruly as his and she doesn't need as intense a session.
Instead, she got a turn in the tub.
Why am I standing in the water?
Oh, now I get it.
All clean and fuzzy!
Merida didn't make a fuss, she let me do whatever I needed to do. After her bath session, I dried her off as well as I could and let her go find Gimli. She took off frapping through the bedrooms and under the bed. I think it's a corgi thing to do. Gimli does it as well, even when we just wash his feet.
She smelled so good, it was all I could do not to sniff her like in the Gain commercials.
It should come as no surprise to you that I love bacon. If I could eat it at every meal, I would.
It should also come as no surprise that I have a good friend, Salar Madadi of MeatVentures, who makes his own bacon. Yes, that's right, he makes his own bacon. That and he won this year's Canadian National Bacon Championship, so he knows what he's talking about!
He makes all sorts of dishes with said bacon - like Tocino sliders, and a Bacon Fatty, which is bacon wrapped around meatloaf. Both of these are excellent, but the best thing he makes is a bacon creme brulee. I kid you not, all sorts of goodness - a nice slice of bacon in it, creamy goodness in the middle and bacon bits at the bottom.
I begrudgingly share it with Mike. Even Gimli gets in on the action.
He got some because it was his birthday.
He is competing today in Las Vegas at the World Food Championships and we wish him well!
Gwendolyn Rose Corgi challenged us to post 5 things about Gimli and Merida, so here we are:
Gimli was named years before he was born. We are LOTR fans and I knew I wanted to name a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, Gimli. We didn't know if we'd get a girl or a boy, but even if it was a girl, we'd stash away "Gimli" for future use.
To get our attention, Gimli lies on his back and paws at the air. Every time he does this, I pounce on him for belly rubs.
People often mistake Gimli for a girl. We think it's because of his fluffy hair and eyelashes.
He does not like to be surprised. If you sneak up on him, he will bark at you and then "complain" in a very corgi speaking voice.
Him and I carry on conversations on a regular basis. I talk to him and he responds in his corgi voice. It's quite funny and I'm sure you think I'm crazy, but it's what we do.
She's Gimli's half-niece. Gimli's half-sister by the same father is Merida's mother. As a result, they both have the same tiny patch of white hair between their shoulder blades.
She's a snow/cold weather girl. In the Summer, she wants to be inside where it's cool. Now that the weather has cooled down, she wants to be outside.
She does not like anyone wearing a mask or balaclava etc. We were checking out our winter accessories and I tried on my face mask. She lost it! She barked and tried to jump on my head. The second I took it off, she covered me in kisses and was back to normal.
She loves to snuggle. One day, I will sleep a full night with her in bed, though Mike doesn't know it yet.
She is patient and likes to know what you're doing, especially if you are in the kitchen.
It's finally happened. I thought it would take much longer, but nope, it happened today.
Mike and I went for a run this evening. I didn't feel well today - I thought I might have been coming down with a cold/flu and then a migraine hit in the morning. It was just one of those days, coupled with it being a Monday.
I was aiming for 6.5 km, but I did 5 and stopped. I didn't want to push myself, considering how crummy I felt in the morning.
Then, in the car on the way home, I complained that I only did 5 km.
Corgis are herding dogs. They were bred to drive livestock based on the farmer's commands. Somewhere along the line, those corgis who weren't good at herding stayed home and watched the farmhouse. They took care of rodents and kept things in order.
My dogs seem to have inherited the "keep things in order" trait.
As I've mentioned before, our backyard backs onto a farmer's field that's covered in corn. The local crows have started eating the corn and two of them decided to eat the corn that's right in line with our backyard.
I first noticed the crows the other day and of course, whenever one stands at the backdoor for any length of time, the corgis suspect you're looking at a "critter". They scampered over and saw two crows busily eating the corn.
I opened the door and off they went to scare off the crows.
Merida sounding the alarm and Gimli bringing up the rear. Now, every time they walk by the sliding door, they sneak a peek to see if the crows have returned. Those crows have wised up too, they moved down the row so they are in line with the neighbor's backyard - no pesky little barky dogs live there.
We honeymooned at Disney and one of the highlights of the trip was attending Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween party. We got to trick or treat like little kids again and it was neat seeing the park done up with "scary" decorations.
But for me, this was the best part.
In case you were unaware, the Evil Queen is one of my favorite characters... as you can see from my shirt.
I've always been hard on myself - in everything. I've been calling myself a recovering perfectionist for years, though sometimes that perfect person rears her little head and messes with my brain.
I've been arguing with myself that I'm not further along. I thought I'd be fully running a 5k by now, not running/walking it. I thought I'd have lost more weight and more inches.
But then, I shut out the stupid voice in my head and I realize that every time I step into these sneakers, and run, it's more than I've ever been able to do, ever.
And, every time I go for a run, it's for longer and faster. I can run with Merida and she tires out before I do.
I'm still at the same weight, but my thigh cellulite is gone. My thighs don't rub together as much as they did before I started running. My calves are a little thicker, which means my boots have a tough time zipping up. My butt is better looking, not quite "buns of steel", but better looking than it used to be. My muffin top has deflated a bit more, but not quite gone.
I have a way to go still to be able to handle a 10k. Right now I'm at 6.5k - running/walking. Little by little, I'll get there.