Christmas this year was great. When I was selecting the pictures above, I initially thought that I should do some colour correction, but all of them were so warm and captured the essence of spending time with family that I decided to leave them as they were.

Christmas day I:
- got pummeled by bouncy balls in the basement by R and my nephew. They’ve already learned to gang up on me.
- played hungry hungry hippos. Something I never knew - each hippo has a name and one of them is called “bottomless potamus”.
- decorated gingerbread men (one of the 4 is mine, guess which one!)
- had an amazing dinner c.o. my sister, brother in law and mom!
- hunted their cat
- took a million pictures of their beautiful centerpiece
- played Catan and lost… no surprise!
- got farmopoly - total surprise!

I got a cold shortly after Christmas and now I’m trying to get better while watching “Canada’s Worst Driver 5″ Best. Show. Ever. Angelina is nuts. I can’t believe someone like that exists. Arun should be stripped of his license for public safety. Father Giles seems sweet and hilarious and I would probably go to Church if I had someone like him giving a sermon.

I have a lot of laundry to do. I have a lot of Neo Citran to drink.

At a dinner party this weekend I let it slip that I like animals more than I like people. There are a few exceptions to the rule, but it really is a rule. I trust animals more than I do humans, and they are almost always more entertaining.

The picture on the left is of a lamb snoozing all curled up. The purpose of the blue on his head was to identify which lamb belonged to which ewe. It was hilarious to see all these adorable lambs with colors on their day old heads, especially considering the babies stuck close to their moms at all times. But I loved the contrast between the fluffy white and the bright blues and reds all the same.

Speaking of sheep, I found a woman who has sheep and donkeys and blogs here. She made the lifestyle switch at 26. That is insanely courageous and amazing and I am jealous of her 200+ acres. I ended up reading a large portion of her entries, and there are sometimes equal parts sadness and joy in farming. It would be extremely difficult for me to find one of the animals hurt or killed (as she experienced many times) but I think I would appreciate the world that much more. It’s strange to think that several decades ago a disproportionate amount of people -compared to today -experienced that lifestyle.

We’ve lost an amazing amount of knowledge with the migration to cities. For example, did you know you can soften brown sugar with a piece of bread? A certain farm kid told me that. True story, and trust me… it works.