Yep, believe it or not Bert and I have been married for a whole year. Speaking of ‘believe it or not’ the only memory I have of living in Calgary is of my Dad trying to convince me that he could fly across the room…but only if I closed my eyes. Perhaps it was a sign of things to come that at the tender age of five I just couldn’t bring myself to believe that my Dad was a superhero. I played along though.

Anyway, back to the aniversary thing. I never understood couples who used cute names with each other. In fact I swore that the words sweetie, honey, snookums, etc. would never pass my lips except in mocking. And yet, only a year after getting married ‘honey’ has become a staple of my new vocabulary. I don’t know how it happened or where, along the crazy journey that is my life, I managed to control the gagging wretch that I always thought I would become upon use of such terms. But there you have it. Bert is ‘honey’.

I, on the other hand, am ‘chica’ along with (creepily enough) Bert’s sister. I guess I should respect Bert’s integrity. His ability to resist cheese should be admired, especially in the face of my giving-in-ness.

By the way, my word-of-the-olympics comes courtesy of the CBC alpine skiing announcer who coined the beautiful term - sticktoittiveness - sorry if I spelled that wrong.