There's no such thing as too much culture

Now that things are getting settled around the house, I've started us on an old tradition from when we lived in Guelph, Ontario.  Once a month I drag Kier out to something that resembles "culture".  It started in October when we went to the Imperial Theatre to see Red Green's Wit and Wisdom Tour.  I know what you're thinking...on what planet would Red Green pass as "culture"??  But hey, I did say "resembles 'culture'...and he did perform at the Imperial... On Sunday evening we went to "A Celtic Christmas" and enjoyed some musician's straight from Ireland.  The storytelling and step dancing was excellent, although, I have to say, I did expect the music to be a bit more lively...but an enjoyable evening none the less.  In December our culture will be in the form of some new slot machines in Las Vegas.  Now, now, we all have different definitions of "culture"....you say po-ta-toe and I say po-tat-o...  We've also got tickets to a comedic play in January, and front row seats to the comedian John Pinette in February.  I also arranged a girl's night out in February to see the Vajayjay (as Oprah would call it) Monologues.  When I picked up the tickets at the box office, the employee said that some people come in all embarrassed and ask for tickets to "that Monologue show".  It promises to be a funny evening with, I'm guessing, very few males in the audience. 

With all my Christmas cards sent and my shopping done (gotcha...I don't have ANY to do this year!), I've just got to sit back and wait for that big silver plane to carry me off to Vegas on the 20th.  And you read that right...I have NO shopping to do!  The White side of the family opted to not exchange gifts this year, and Kier and I haven't exchanged gifts in years....since that first Christmas Kier and I spent in Vegas, to be precise....so, that leaves me with none to do!!  So don't be looking for me in the malls or stores until sometime in January...and if milk and eggs didn't spoil, you wouldn't see me in the grocery stores either...especially on the weekends.  But hey, don't let me stop you all...stop reading right now and get back out there in those crowds and finish that shopping!!!

WHAT I LEARNED TODAY:  Yes, my eyes are getting worse...and yes, I have bifocals...and yes, I'm soon going to have to wear those bifocals continuously, instead of just when I read as I've been doing lately.  When did I make this revelation?  Well, it's been a few weeks in the making, but I've been noticing that it's getting more and more difficult to see the skip at the end of the ice when I curl.  She's getting just a bit blurry.  It hasn't interfered with my game as yet...but it won't be long before it'll be ME behind those Foster Grants....oops, that's dating myself, now isn't it???