ganga-lion, rawr!

um, so the ganglion in my wrist might have just gone away. i have no idea if i've written about this before, but i have a ganglion in my wrist from when i fell on my ass on my way from the mall to work after lunch one day. and it took forever for the docs to figure out what it was (ganglion? no! bursitis? no! aah, yes, ganglion) and i have an appointment for next week to have the sucker removed which i was all stoked for (except for the shaved arm part).

then i fell on my way back from the mall two days ago (yes on the way back to work after lunch - different place) and suddenly there isn't really a bump or at least a big bump. but my wrist is still sore and i feel like there's a little something there. anyhoo - now i'm going to see my doc on monday and keep my appointment on tues just in case there is something still there. drama!

so i went on the internet to see if they had any pictures and this was the best excerpt from an article that i could find:

Media file 4: A ganglion cyst that has been operated on in the past. This ganglion returned because this person plays the cymbals in her school band.


oh, how i wish i had my ganglion because i PLAY CYMBALS IN MY SCHOOL BAND!!!!!

i am still giggling 10 minutes later.
how i love the internets.

p.s. they used to call them bible cysts since you used to smash them with a big book or bible. *shiver*
p.p.s. mine is / was not as big as cymbal girl's.

the great sea of blue jello

here she is in all of her glory. note the treasure chest. it has an x marking the spot on the other side.

and here is the shark attack victim.

priceless.

wow, what the eff happened to craig david?

being sick gives you all of this time to search around and find QUALITY stuff like this on the internet. i think he hired the back up dancers from c+c music factory.

what happened to seven days, craig? *sob* and okay, a *giggle*

justice

today is a big day for justice. the pickton trial yesterday, michael vick and conrad black today... but the one that means the most to me is the pickton trial. yesterday, i had my coat on and everything and was just about to go grocery shopping when the cbc cut out of regular programming to declare the verdict. and i plunked down and cried.

there is triumph there and this horrific trial has finally and in the most horrible way lent a voice to the women who have been literally missing from the streets and figuratively missing from society's dialogue for so long. it is tiring and so oppressive and just so wrong that this happened. these women were someone's daughter, someone's mother, someone's sister, someone's baby.

it's weird too - i think of bernardo which encompassed most of my teenage years, and now pickton which has encompassed most of my twenties. i remember leslie mahaffy's face on the cover of the toronto star and all of the warnings at school about guys in camaros, and i remember too just 6 years ago when one of my friends from work had a friend who was working on the pig farm in the first dig-through. these stories and these atrocities change you and all you can do is hope that these beautiful women didn't die in vain. (*sigh* - and people wonder why i'm a feminist...)

grab your families, your friends and your babies: hold them close and keep them safe and loved.

jean valjean

this is very unlike me - but really jean chretien is the shit.

i was just doing my sunday morning thing and listened to the sunday edition ("i'm michael enright"). chretien is such a jerk and yet, is so honest and hilarious. he fully admitted that he didn't get along with paul martin merely because of power. that's it. just because the guy wanted his job.

i don't care how shady he is at times. he's a hard worker, a tough guy who admitted he just likes being quiet and reading and listening to music with his wife, who by the way, most definitely wears the pants in that relationship.

so in chretien's honour - sponsorship scandal be damned - we should wrap it up with a rousing
VIVE LE CANADA!

*swoon*

teaser

i only have one pic of the pirate team. (my co-worker's computer was giving her attitude and wouldn't let her send more than one at a time.)

it's a group shot and gives you a good idea of our costumes and just a wee glimpse of the glory of the good ship canker sore.

this is what winning looks like...


and as for this weekend, i went over to prem's last night for dinner and it was so good. his friend and his girlfriend came over for dinner. i got to watch grey's that prem had pvr'd for me and then i made the most kickass vegan chocolate pudding cake. really - i astounded even myself. this morning, i'm fighting a tickle in my throat and now have to organize the next 3 weeks of my life (groan) in order to get everything done. oh, xmas!

buuuutttt i think i'm going to go play outside and i'm going to pump some iron and craft away.
i'm also a little behind in posting since i still need some pics from last weekend's snowshoeing and pedicures from this week! my toes are so pretty!

jingle the dinner elf

okay, i want the bipolar shit to stop. and i'm going to blame it on my lightbox. (i get completely amped on it and yet i am so tired and can't come down and this is only after 10 min. a day)

first off - sorry for no pirate pics. they'll be up tomorrow. my co-worker is bringing them in tomorrow.

secondly - i have had a headache for most of the afternoon.

thirdly - i am so bored. and yet have so much energy. it's so annoying. i worked out really hard on sat, went snowshoeing yesterday and decided not to exercise today, and now am running around in circles in my brain trying to think of things to do other than the boring routine house chores of laundry, cleaning, cooking and washing dishes (i guess that falls under cleaning).

fourthly - december is such a drag (it's only the 3rd and in my bipolar mood, i'll probably post tomorrow about how quickly it's going). i want it to be xmas NOW. i don't want to have to go through the rigamarole of buying presents, cleaning house and having houseguests, flying home and trying to wake up at an okay hour in the morning without using defibrillators and without having every minute of my life scheduled.

fifthly - where is jingle the dinner elf who will take care of all household chores and dinner? i would like some yummy curry that someone else made for me instead of doing the usual crap of looking into my fridge and coming up with some stirring tofu, chard and tomato combination that i've eaten variations of for the past 2 days. (i know jenn is looking for her house-cleaning elves, but really, all i want is a yummy dinner).

sixthly - i have nothing else. i know there is nothing worth complaining about, but i'm just antsy and a little nervous for all things xmas to come and bite me on the ass. i love xmas, but i also love dreading xmas. hence, this entire post.

and now - seventhly - i'm going to go and make myself happy and stop annoying myself and the entire internet.

oh and p.s. eighthly - i went snowshoeing yesterday and it was AMAZING. so so so much fun.
and p.p.s. ninthly - if you were one of santa's reindeers, which one would it be? julia is vixen, i'm donner (cuz the name is pretty funny) and andrew is robbie (rudolf's son). who you? (mom and col, i dare you to leave a post!)

it won't stop!

i wish wish wish that i had a camera so i could take one of those rare pictures of vancouver encased in snow.
it's been snowing for 2 days and shows no sign of stopping.
it's incredible.

in other big news, my brother won his moot court competition on thursday and i am so proud of him. and he did it for my grandad which is also amazing (no wonder he won).

and in less earth-shattering, but equally exciting news, my gingerbread team at work won the gingerbread competition. hands down, greatest gingerbread of all time - the gingerbread pirate ship, the "canker sore".
pics will be posted tomorrow (hopefully of snow as well).

and even more importantly, i'm home! i feel like i've been away for ages, and yesterday, had such a good hang out day at home. i did laundry, ran errands, went to the gym and totally pumped iron in the meat locker area, as opposed to the women's only gym and felt really powerful. then i walked home and tried to catch snowflakes on my tongue.

today - hopefully some snowshoeing and playing around in this white gold.