Birthday Turkey

Today is Christmas Eve and in my family that means it's turkey day! 

Christmas Eve also happens to be my Father's birthday. So we do our big family Christmas dinner on Christmas Eve, then presents in the morning and everyone goes to the significant other's family for dinner on Christmas Day. In my case this often means watching movies in my basement and chowing down on all my stocking chocolate. Personally, I think this is a better option then in law visiting. Yey, spinsterhood. 

My Dad and I both have December birthdays. I was actually due on Christmas Day, but my mom was going to stroke out if they didn't rip me out of her. So on December 9th she had a C Section and I entered the world as a fussy, vomiting Christmas gift.  

I am so thankful that I almost killed my mother as a fetus. Two weeks before Christmas means that people acknowledge my birthday as its own event. As a selfish child that meant I got two sets of presents. As a selfish adult that means I get to choose what I want for my birthday dinner. On the other hand my poor father has no say. Every year it's the same: Turkey, Chocolate Cake and Apple Pie. Don't get me wrong, our Christmas dinner is probably the most delicious meal we have all year, but I somehow doubt it is the meal he would choose if his birthday was June 24th instead of December 24. 

Unfortunately your birth date is the one thing in your life you have zero control over. So happy birthday Daddy. May we have plenty of turkey dinners in our future!!

Much love, 

Kendra.

I Have A Professional Athlete Addiction

Growing up I was always playing or watching sports.  Baseball, in particular has been a main stay in my life for as long as I can remember. It was how I bonded with my dad. We'd watch Blue Jays games at home and if I was lucky he would get tickets from a client, and we'd make the hour trip to the SkyDome to see them in action. I would not change those memories for anything.

As a child my favourite players were always picked by who was the "best" on the team or who my dad like. However, as I got older this began to change.

Being female it didn't take me long to realize that professional athletes tend to be, ummm, rather attractive. My interest in sports suddenly was very swayed by this fact. In fact, I became obsessed with a new sport when I was 14 - Basketball.

Yup, the raptors suddenly became my centre of my universe, because Morris Peterson, became the centre of my crazy fantasy love life. I LOVED LOVED LOVED Morris Peterson and everyone knew it. I was devastated when he left for New Orleans as a free agent in 2007.

But, I quickly got over it.

My fantasy love life switched back the Blue Jays as Troy Glaus, followed by Alex Rios became the objects of my unrealistic desires. But then they both left and now all I'm left with is outdated jerseys and memories of my crazy fandom.

My problem is I feel no particular attraction to any of the current Blue Jays or Raptors. But the Raptors seem to get around 7 new players every year, so there is hope. And I think Travis Snider shows promise on the Jays side. Plus we're the same age - hello not so completely unrealistic fantasy.

So with the World Cup starting today, don't be surprised if my allegiance switches from Germany to which ever team has the hottest player. What can I say, I'm a sucker for a cute smile, hot body and millions of dollars.