let the Christmas movie watching season begin!

In an attempt to kick off the holiday season and concurrently get inspired enough for an hour of physical torture in the form of choreographed athletic movement (how I expect this to be the result is beyond me at the moment) I have begun my Saturday with the first of hopefully several cinematographic Christmas experiences: Love Actually. Not only Christmasy and feel-good-all-over-y, but an all time favourite. And one the BEST parts now is that I actually understand Colin Firth when he stumbles through his awkward Portuguese in an attempt to win the heart of his sweetie-pie...(despite having a specific audience as of yet, I admire and aspire....) They also feature one of the best songs ever to come from the 60's and the genius of Brian Wilson: God Only Knows, which I have loved since I was able to appreciate music. Should I ever need a wedding song, that will be it. I usually bawl through that entire movie...ask my friend Ruby who suffered through the humiliation of seeing it with me in the theatre.

It's kinda chilly but sunny today, yet still in no way resembles Christmastime all that much. Which is not to say I'm complaining although I saw a shot of New York City on tv last night and admit a slight pang of loss for those picturesque days where it's just cold enough for pretty snow to fall, and when hot chocolate and toasty warm fires and drinks with friends around such are at their most gezellig. Yes, I will miss that this year...most certainly, but I am also certain that I will not regret my yet unexplored holiday celebration. Plus, just checked the weather and at -19 it is far beyond the "just cold enough to have pretty snow" temperature in Winnipeg, and I am once again content to throw on the sweater and vest and head out for the day.

This afternoon should be QUITE fab - dress shopping with Tana and then off to scout out a potential new dwelling! Although fraught with uncertainty the prospect of a suitable (and..shall I dare even hope to find something as smashing as yesterday's "living experience" and say swank) living space is most exciting.

In the meantime must get moving, literally, and stop propagating the ass-groove in the couch.