Recent events in my life have lead me to start thinking about certain things in a more definite light -- as something factual and upcoming, not something that has a "one day" classification. It has a "soonish" one instead. Nothing makes you stop short and question your dreams faster than the rapid approachment of them. (…approachment?...)

Take, for instance, children's names. Now, while I have no plans on having kids any time in the next little while (think the farther side of ten years…) I have been thinking more about names. Some of you may remember this: Gwynhwyfhar Christabel. Now, while such a name would be awesome to shout angrilly up the stairs I don't know that I could really saddle my child with a name that has twenty-six letters. Yes, twenty-six. Poor little Gwyn would get her ass kicked, and not just by the students, but by the teachers (unless, of course, she was the most charming child on the planet. Then I would wonder whether or not she was really mine: or perhaps the anti-christ…(see, that was funny, because I typed the "anti-christa") but only then could she get away with such a dorky name.)

One dream I've surrendered to the great god of pragmatism is a winter wedding (read: ontario, not BC. BC is nothing but depression in the winter…). Wouldn't this be a great scenario: Sarah arrives at wedding, only to realize that the groom has not arrived because his car spun out on some black ice and got stuck in a snowdrift. Half the guests were homebound because of a large blizzard, and even the minister couldn't make it. Everyone who IS there is complaining about the cold, because the heating conked out due to…whatever makes heating conk out. Yes, I love the colours. But I figure that winter already has Christmas, and two celebrations of that magnitude in one season might be a little much. Um. That's of course, assuming that New Years never existed in the first place.

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Of course, all these things are done with only the slightest twinge of regret. I always get the feeling that what I'm getting in exchange is ten times better than anything I might have had to give up. At least my daughter won't end up going through life telling people how to spell her first name (the last will be hard enough), and I won't have to share my wedding anniversary with a big jolly fat man in a red suit with a beard. That last one, however, is assuming that we spend christmas with MY family.

The dream I refuse to surrender, however, is that one day, not too far away I will be transported to a magical world where I have to free my family from the clutches of the evil witch eubaba…and no, I will not take any of your drugs.