my fave christmas movie of all time . . .

Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.

Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?

so it started snowing on sunday, and pretty much hasn't stopped since. me and moose went for a 90min run through palgrave and had a blast. he even let me play the princess card by giving me a piggyback over a real swampy section! crap, i could barely get my stoopid inflexible legs around his back and was kinda just hanging off his neck! and we almost fell in - good thing he's 'strong like moose' . . .


monday i hit the dreaded trainer for an hour and then did a sweet 6k snowshoe run. felt amazing! followed all that up with a great cf workout devised by miss elora. the plan was to do 250 push-ups, and every time you stopped, you had to do 10 jumping squats. i ended up completing 200, so i guess i stopped 20 times! oh ya, the triceps are just starting to stiffen up as i type.


even more snow today! headed out directly from the treehouse, and up humber station to the palgrave trail. figured it was safer than driving over, despite having to do some road.

it was so bee-oo-tiful in there, with the only other tracks being richards' from his ski commute to work. i managed a solid 90 min. - with definitely no need for leg strengthening stuff tonight, that's for sure!

oh ya - figured i'd add this shot for my favorite trail trash partner. this one's for you les . . .


10 more days till i leave for kelowna !!!