With the cufflinks! Egad, who the FUCK wears whimsical cufflinks?! People who wear cufflinks are not the same target market as those who would wear something quirky. Such a market might exist but it must be tiny.
Also, I detest this part of the year but not because of the weather because it’s winter in Canada so what the hell do you expect in January?
I hate the Slim Band, Kellogg, Herbal Magic, Herb Life, generic meal replacement, exercise equipment that changed someone’s life, juice fasts that change other people’s lives, and well you get the idea. I don’t hate my body, I don’t need to make improvements to ‘problem areas’ and I definitely don’t need to change my entire diet or even part of my diet. I like the way I feel and the way I look and the way I eat.
I gave up alcohol a few months ago, and then had some wine at the beginning of December because we were celebrating something that involved wine and I love the taste of wine. I gave up my beloved wine because I realized it was dragging me down when I consumed it, and my energy level the next day was diminished as well. Also I don’t eat empty calories very often anymore and if any food is emptier than wine, I have yet to encounter that item. So anyway, the day after I drank 2 glasses of wine, I felt desiccated, lethargic, and instantly older.
I look at these January weight-loss advertisements with derision, sad for the people watching who would be in such a desperate state as to buy into its pitch. I am starting a new year NOT disliking any physical part of myself. This is an amazing accomplishment for a 43-yr old woman, I believe. I’m going to try to tuck this great feeling into my back pocket and take it out again on a cloudy day, whether it be literal or metaphorical.
This New Year’s Eve, we decided to do something a little different. Traditionally it’s an evening of eating and drinking with friends, at our home or someone else’s. This is a great way to reconnect with everyone and it’s all very relaxing and indulgent. Jan 1, therefore, is traditionally a day of hangover recovery from food and alcohol.
This year I decided we should all go roller skating. It all started when I received a Living Social email (similar to Groupon) for a half-price roller skating lesson and session for 2 consecutive Sundays. Eureka! I just found something we can all do together. But then my hopes were dashed by the minimum age requirement being 18. Le Sigh Enorme.
Have no fear, Scooter’s Roller Palace is here! I have taken the kids here before for an afternoon or 2 and we all had a great time. As it turns out, Scooter’s was having a NYE skate from 9 pm – 2 am, ALL AGES. Obviously this is what we were going to do for NYE en famille.
We took the 3 youngest of our brood, plus 2 of their friends, for a total of 7 of us. We were all varying skill levels, from nil (Husband) to passable (me). 1 kid happened to be great at ice skating, so he did just fine. The others were successful in varying degrees at the beginning of the night, and nearly all of us had greatly improved after about 4 hours of skating. We ended up staying until 1 am, and even then I had to be dragged away. ‘Just 1 more around the rink!’ No matter that the little midgets were falling asleep in a booth in the snack bar area. ‘They’re fine!’ Um, Honey? They’re not fine. We need to leave. ‘Ugh. Ok. Party poopers.’
Today I bought some witch hazel for Husband, who has deep bruises on his elbow and palm of his hand. He went down hard.
Is it strange that I want to know how much that roller rink biz would sell for, should I want to make it my own?