Tidbits

Christmas.

One heck of a busy season, leaving me no time to "blog" (and even now, I'm still running back and forth, attending to the squeals of my younger brothers who are asking for water and whatnot.)

Shows.

Christmas shows.

We got one tomorrow. The last two went well, the first was for a gathering of new immigrants, "Neo-Canadians".

I croaked. And danced.

And danced. Again.

You see, an hour or so after us, a folklore/tap-dancing group came on stage and then invited people to join them in a dance. I urged my cousin Sharon to join in, but she needed a partner, so I sacrificially volunteered.

The dance consisted of twirls, marching in lines, large circles, and lots of sweaty people yelling just feet away from your face. But the highlight of the dance was when I proudly led a whole line of people to march with me in the wrong direction.

Long live the Rebellion!

The second time, we preformed at an old folks home. I find them old folks to be quite amusing, they make the strangest comments and always want to kiss your cheek.

And now that a new year is about a week away, I'm coming up with New Year's resolutions. One such resolution is "Be easier to live with".

Yessir.

I've discovered the joy of "jamming" in the basement, and how irritating my "noise" can be.

(I take no responsiblity for the headaches the following vague description may give:)
One time before taking a shower, I pulled the little plug that sends the water pouring out from the shower faucet, only to discover that I still held the top of the plug in my hand. So I rammed the little pin back down, and watched the pin pop down into the drain.

In short, I like to think that people taking showers by throwing buckets of water on themselves is my fault.

Also, during most Word times, I just have to mutter a comment which eventually becomes the basis for a debate.

Shaddup, Eman.