so, I lied.

Add that to my list of resolutions. I actually don't make resolutions. I don't really see the point. If you're doing something terrible, stop now. If you're not doing something that you know you should be doing, do it now. There's nothing magical about Jan 1 that makes it happen, as far as I can tell. Plus, I'm perfect already. HAHA.

The holidays were good to me and the fam. We had nice visits with the inlaws and my parents, got to see pretty much everyone except my soon-to-be brother-in-law, who had to work Thursday. No fun. I had picked up the gift from my sister and I to my dad, which was a sweet coffee / espresso / steamer maker thing. Sadly, it was missing the espresso pot and the steamer attachment. So, I have to take that back. Pretty effing annoying though, I have to say. So that gift was a no-go. I got them another, nice but ordinary coffee maker, and will go tear some strips off the lovely folks at Home Hardware. My sister has graciously offered to help me in this endeavor. Don't screw with us, we'll getcha.

Went shopping a couple of times in Halifax, but didn't buy much. Some cute little cookie cutters in holiday shapes and a maple leaf, and a big dinosaur that could be fun for the boy for birthday parties and stuff. Tried to buy some long sleeved t-shirts to cover the expanding mid-section, at Old Navy, but the line was just too long to wait for $9 shirts. I got a Gap giftcard, but there are no maternity clothes at Gap Hali or Moncton, so I'll be saving that for apres bebe. I even tried ordering things online, but gap.com does not ship or bill internationally. Jerks. I had a whole order done up! My friend suggested a day-trip somewhere, but I think Bangor would be the closest place, and that's a bit much with the boy in tow. I may be on my own Saturday, so we'll see. We stole the in-laws' car to go to Hali, since it is diesel and nicer than our car, so we have to return that. I'm pretty sure it was all a scam on their part to get to see the boy again, but whatever. It was worth it. We would never have fit all his stuff in one car anyway. He got a lot, but moreso the giantness of a few presents really would have made that impossible. Very cool stuff, but like a big Little People Castle playset (with bonus parts, princess and unicorns, sweet!), a Jungle playset thing, and the ride-on toy. The man and I did well for ourselves too, new clothes, boots for me, new cookbooks for me and the boy (well, both for me but one for cooking sneakily healthy things for him), the complete box set of My So-Called Life, 2 new travel mugs which I am keeping, one for school and one for purse, the list goes on. Sweet cash money for date nights, or a new pair of shoes, whichever opportunity presents itself first. A little gadget to roll up the rim when the time comes. Made in Canada, naturally. A Flip Ultra video camera, roughly the size of a deck of cards, takes an hour of full-screen worthy video. All I have so far is the boy "skating" and playing hockey, but just you wait!

Anyway. It snowed A LOT here in the past few days. Including, but not limited to, our attic. Sweet. The man is cleaning that out. It took him about 4 hours to do the driveway this morning, which usually takes less than 1. This being pregnant thing rules, as far as getting out of manual labour. Supper and dishes are up to me, clearly. I should probably get clean / dressed etc. We'll see.

OH. But I have to tell you. I was shopping with my mom, at Banana Republic no less. She had some things to exchange for sizes. This woman came in, and she was not wearing pants. For real. She was wearing a shirt, and maybe a vest, and tights, and socks and boots. Not leggings, but tights. Sort of lacey, patterney, thick cotton tights. But definitely not the kind of thing you're meant to wear by themselves. Definitely the kind of thing you wear when you're a kid under your skirt. It was really odd. And she was not a model. She was about 40 and had a big old ass that was not flattered by these tights. I just was baffled. Have you seen this? Is it some kind of trend that I will definitely not be participating in? Was this woman crazy? I also had a crazy old man experience. I was in line at McD's, and this man was standing like, on me. Behind me, but touching me. It was creepy. I kept moving, and he did too, and he was mumbling to himself. I finally just went and stood about 4 feet over from the cash register to place my order, and waited there. I guess he was excited about the fresh nuggets and fries too. Crazy Haligonians!