I got a suitcase for Christmas. What did you get?

So Christmas has come and gone for another year. I refuse to take part in anything that calls it "Xmas" not because I'm a radical religious fanatic (like the lady who called Travel Alberta because she thought there was a spelling mistake on a map and that this was blasphemous because a map is God's view of the world....) but because how lazy do you have to be to write Xmas instead of Christmas???? Christmas ignites a plethora of negative attitudes and emotions and I unfortunately unleash them on the world. Or on Shaun at the very least. He's very patient and should probably consider checking me into a mental hospital at some point.

For the last month or 6 weeks I've had to contend with the present room at Shaun's parents house. Seriously, who needs to buy an entire room full of presents? His mom that's who. And after spending hours and days and thousands of dollars shopping, guess what? She was still out on Christmas Eve buying more presents because someone didn't have enough in their stocking. When a stocking has two or three hundred dollars worth of stuff in it, I think its time to stop! I got a lot of stuff, most of which has already been regifted. At least I didn't get clothes. I'm totally doing Christmas like the Kranks next year.

The plus side to all of this was I, surprisingly enough, didn't have to listen to any wedding talk this holiday season. That was the best present of all.

Who Am I?

So after taking much enjoyment from reading other people's blogs, I have decided to give back and regail the world with my own blog. Admittedly my life isn't all that exciting; however, I do have interesting/funny stories to tell because I work for Travel Alberta and tourists are notoriously misinformed. I am also in the bridal party of my sister-in-law's wedding (odd because her own brother isn't in the wedding party...) which makes for some interesting stories as well. I guess I should also mention that I am a university student and that always keeps life busy, if not all that interesting. I have a cat named Lucky (she is a devil... or a witch if you're my mom and you believe that cats turn into witches at the age of 5) and a boyfriend named Shaun and I belong to the Human Geography Students Society at the University of Alberta. To answer your question: No we don't map the human body. That's me in a nutshell.