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Guess what happens when you mix 1 Hezzie with 7 parts vodka and a handful of 23-year olds? Yes. Sickness ensues.

Actually, I joke. I'm not really that sick. Just feeling a teensy bit hungover after I spent the evening gallivanting with the young'uns from my office.

We headed out to a heated patio (Best. Invention. Ever.) and had some drinks, interesting debates and a lot of good conversation. All in all - it was a good way to spend a cold, winter's night.

Even better, because I have THE BEST HUSBAND IN THE WORLD, I was driven home in a warm, toasty car. Door-to-door service! Hubster picked me up around 11pm downtown Toronto, even though he had to get up early for work today. He rocks.

Oh, and on the topic of the rocking-ness of my hubby... that reminds me of when I got to the "let-me-tell-you-how-much-I-love-my-husband" level of drunkeness last night. Yes. I went there. I gushed about how I find hubster (and I quote) "alarmingly good-looking".

My coworkers were sweet and indulged me for a moment before changing the subject to something less awkward. (Because really? What does one say when someone is gushing about how hot their husband is? How strange would it be if they agreed or disagreed??)

Anyway. So that was my evening. It was fun! I love my 23 year old coworkers. (And I have discovered a new love for vodka, too).

Top o' the morning to me

Went to the dentist this morning. So I didn't have time to blog.

But now... I have a moment AND a fabulously thrilling "my trip to the dentist" blog to regale you with.

For all of you who didn't immediately close this window upon reading that last sentence... don't worry! I'm not really going to talk about Hez going to the dentist. Just thought I'd try to make my morning sound more interesting than it really was.

I woke up today feeling pretty groggy and kind of grumpy. I was tired and feeling weak (before breakfast) and so not in the mood for anything. And then I thought about my sister-in-law who now has a wee one to care for 24/7.

What happens on the mornings when she wakes up feeling like I did today? She can never just "call in sick" on her baby. (I'm pretty sure that won't fly with the little man). She can't be rude and grumpy with her child (well, technically she could... but she wouldn't). She can't feel sorry for herself and crawl under the blankets and ignore the world.

Then again, parents tell me that just seeing their little mini-me make it all worth it. I obviously don't get that (not being a parent myself).

I think I'll stick with feeling sorry for myself.

I'm a foodie

So I've made it through another weekend without over-eating. Hurrah! (Gotta celebrate the little things).

Here's the sitch: I'm going to sunny Mexico for a wedding in March. It's a friend's wedding, so several of my friends will be going as well. Which means I'm very, very excited for the good times we'll all have in the sun and the sand and the surf.

However, despite the anticipation of good times, there's this little voice in the back of my head that calls out to me: "YOUR FRIENDS ARE GOING TO SEE YOU IN A BATHING SUIT?!?? REALLY?!?"

So, yeah. This would be the reason why I've joined Weight Watchers online. And I know I sound like one of the MANY that jumps on the January band-wagon and falls off by the beginning of Feb... but this time, I'm really serious. Seriously.

Actually, as much as I hate "diets" and the diet mentality and the obsession that comes along with it, I've learned something new this time around on Weight Watchers. I've got a whole new awareness. Of how much I eat. How much I drink. Whether I'm really hungry or just bored.It's pretty interesting.

I mean, I'm a total foodie. I LOVE food. (As I'm sure you're all aware, since I write about food quite often). So, I can't diet. It just doesn't work for me. However, this time around, I'm still enjoying all the foods I love, but in smaller doses. Normal-people doses. Which means it doesn't necessarily feel like a "diet" to me.

So even when the trip is over in March, I'll most likely still be conscious of what I'm eating. And I'm thinking that before I know it... I'll be looking pretty darn hot.

(Or at the very least, I'll be my ideal weight.)

Welcome to the world, little man

So. It's official. I'm an auntie!!!

Hubster's brother and his wife had their first little baby boy yesterday. And now hubby and I's main purpose and goal in life is to strive to be the "cool" aunt and uncle. (I don't think we'll have to try very hard... have you met us? Come on. We rock).

I haven't had a chance to meet the little guy yet (we're going to see him after work tonight), but I can tell you (from pictures) that: HE. IS. CUTE!

Hubby describes him as "squishy" (which is a good thing, according to him). And I just can't wait to get that squishy little guy into my arms. To welcome him to the world. To watch him grow over the years. And learn. And become his own little person with thoughts and aspirations and goals.

And then, when he cries, or gets fussy, or smells like poo, or - as he gets older - starts asking questions of an uncomfortable nature (ie: S-E-X)... I'll give him right back.

Being an aunt is going to be fun.

New thoughts

I honestly cannot think of anything fun/witty/cool/engaging to write today.

Instead, I leave you with a selection of some New Year quotes, from people much more funny/witty/cool/engaging than I:

New Year's Day - Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. ~Mark Twain

Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man. ~Benjamin Franklin

Let this coming year be better than all the others. Vow to do some of the things you've always wanted to do but couldn't find the time. Call up a forgotten friend. Drop an old grudge, and replace it with some pleasant memories. Vow not to make a promise you don't think you can keep. Walk tall, and smile more. You'll look ten years younger. Don't be afraid to say, 'I love you'. Say it again. They are the sweetest words in the world. ~Ann Landers

New Year's Eve, where auld acquaintance be forgot. Unless, of course, those tests come back positive. ~Jay Leno

New year, new me...

... is what I would title this blog entry if I wanted to be super-cliché-lady. Either way... I've jumped on the ol' bandwagon that everyone else does around this time of year.

And that would be the diet bandwagon.

I even went so far as to join Weight Watchers online in hopes of dropping my fair share of holiday weight gain. (And then some).

So, it begins. Obsessive counting of points (sorry - Points™). Endless thoughts about food. My clean break from my dear, dear love affair with the pale ale. And so on.

I'm so not going to post my weight in lbs. or even give you daily updates. Because - yeah. You just don't need to know the dirty details. But I will discuss it now and again, as it will definitely be on my mind for a while.

And if you care to join me in a quest for the perfect (who am I kidding?) adequate bathing suit bod, then hop right on the ol' bandwagon with me! There's plenty of room.

Cheers

Phew. What a year. What a holiday season.

I had one of the best Christmases I've ever had in my adult life (you just can't compare to the joy of Christmas being a kid... EVERYTHING is cool and exciting and fun and amazing about the holidays when you're an ankle biter).

Anyway, so I had an amazing season. Had so much fun with my extended family at our annual potluck Christmas party. Enjoyed a delicious meal and great company at the in-law's house on Christmas Eve. And had the BEST Christmas Day ever with my family... opening presents, playing games, eating, laughing, crying a little (happy tears!) It was perfect.

And now... it's a new year. An exciting year ahead, too. I've got 5 weddings to go to. I'm going to be a first-time Auntie in a matter of weeks. I'm heading to Mexico to watch good friends get married (and to enjoy a margartia or two in the sun, Momma Sita). It's all new and exciting. 

And things just keep getting better and better. 

Welcome, 2009. I'm so ready for you.