that perfect hand…

In Ocean's 11, Danny said that "the house always wins. If you play long enough, never change the stakes, then the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet big… and then, you take the house." Here's the hand I've been dealt, sometimes it's risky and sometimes it's safe, but all the time… it's perfect. It's mine.


baby it’s cold outside

Hello my faithful readers, friends, and awkward creepers,

I am HOME. Yay. (For the record, I hate the word Yay.)

Bella did not enjoy the trip home… even thought I have brand new tires, the traction and grip was limited so I was extra cautious through Manning Park and its icy roads and snowcapped trees… the Okanagan is officially gorgeously snowy and cold. It’s fascinating. But a 4 hour drive slowly became more like 6, as I inched along, enjoying the view of the wintery goodness.

I did decide I am sick of driving alone. So anyone vying for the job of my husband or official companion, please apply slash come do so before January 4th. The lack of a stereo really and truly made for a long, awkward (People driving by and watching) trip of me belting out Christmas songs, trying not to swerve, and dancing to the beat of my own offbeat tunes.

So I formally am looking for a distraction from my own ridiculousness.

Here’s a good one though, I started a fight on the ferry.

I curled up with the book Joce and Jordie gave me for Christmas (a colection of Alice Munro’s best stories…positively brilliant!) when my Dad called.

I was talking to him in a hushed tone when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye… this old lady, wearing a floorlength fur coat I might add, was shaking her newspaper at me. Then I made eye contact and she literally (she was probably 80) mouthed to me ‘shut up’. I checked my tone and I definitely was not talking loud so whatever. I Looked away.

This lady sitting beside me saw this and looked at me and said ‘watch this’… she picked up her own phone, called her friend, and proceeded to scream-talk at her friend. AT being the operative word: she was full on yelling about Christmas plans and the whole bit.

Once she hung up, this old lady looked at us and said some obsenities that shouldn’t come out of anyone’s mouth, let alone Granny Jane’s. So… my seat-mate called someone else, and did it all over again. The old lady stood up, walked over to us, threw her newspaper at my feet (I was on the outside, ergo, the target), and stormed off.

For the love of Ebenezer Scrooge, calm down.