Not To Be Trusted With Knives

{January 11, 2007}   30

1 – # of neices I have
2 – # of countries to which I have been*
3 – # of continents to which my neice had been before the age of 1
4 – # of blogs for which I currently write
5 – current +/- of both of the Sedin twins
6 – # of homes in which I have lived**
7 – # of provinces to which I have been***
8 – # of email addresses I have
9 – # of weddings I’ve been to in my life
10 – # of servings of fruits & vegetables you should be consuming per day
11 – # of years of postsecondary education I have
12 – # of biological aunts and uncles I have
13 – movie that I want to see
14 – # of cousins I have
15 – current # of points Taylor Pyatt has this season
16 – age at which I got my driver’s license****
17 – # of feeds on my Google Reader
18 – # of items on my blogroll
19 – jersey number of Canucks captain, Markus Naslund
20 – age at which I got married
21 – # of kilometers I’m planning to run in May
22 – age at which I got my B.Sc.
23 – age at which I got my M.Sc.
24 – age at which I passed my Ph.D. comprehensive exam
25 – age of my neice, in months
26 – # of songs currently on the “sex” playlist on my iPod
27 – 33
28 – # of blog entries I currently have labeled with the tag “photos”
29 – age at which I got my Ph.D.
30 – number of times I’ve traveled around the sun

*pathetic, eh?
**for the record: (1) my parents’s house in Milton, ON, (2) apartment in Hamilton, ON, (3) apartment in Milton, ON, (4) apartment in Burnaby, BC, (5) first basement suite in Vancouver, BC, (6) current basement suite in Vancouver, BC
***BC, Alberta, Saskatchewan, Manitoba, Ontario, Quebec, PEI
****and it was like 2 months after my 16th birthday, FYI

{January 11, 2007}   Cozy

Is there anything better than sitting at home, drinking a nice hot cup of tea, listening to the radio where everyone is calling in talking about being stuck in traffic because of this unexpected blizzard* we are having? 30 car pile up** here, traffic backed up for hours there. Apparently the RCMP have issued a statement about the driving conditions saying, “It’s not pretty.” Cars are sliding everywhere, everyone is cold, and you are toasty warm and cosy?

OK, I’m back. As I was writing that, my landlord came downstairs*** and asked if I would mind shoveling the steps for him. My landlords are older and can’t really do that sort of thing. And it really isn’t safe for them to walk on snowy, icy steps, so I said I would be happy to. Serves me right for bragging about my toasty warmness. Fortunately, the snow is that not heavy and, seeing as I was never made to shovel snow as a kid and have spent the last 12 years living in apartments where I haven’t need to shovel snow, it’s still novel to me and so I enjoy it.

Now, I’m actually going to head out into the snow, so I can see the carnage first hand. I’ll bring my camera.

*I went for a run earlier in the day, but it was just a light snowfall and it was actually quite pleasant to run in.

**In truth, it was probably a 3 car pile up, but you know how people like to exaggerate things.

**I live in a basement suite, FYI.

et cetera