Happy Christmahanaukwanza!

In the space of about 12 hours, all of the Christmas decorations were dragged out of storage, put up and out, and family gathered around them, merrily celebrating the warming presence of one another.

The Spirit has finally found me.

Merry Christmas, everyone. :)

Beware: Picture bombardment ahead

Californ-I-A...there was so much done in so much time (?!) that I can't even begin to tell the stories that go with the pictures. So, you're getting the random quotes instead. :) Here's the weird...I'm sure the wonderful will follow one of these days...

Has anyone seen my eyelashes?


Despite all of the pumpkins, all I could think about was that apostrophe.


Whew! Crossing the parking lot sure was treacherous--thank goodness we'll be safe here.


...it was a long night...


Reflecting can be more tiring than you'd think.


"New England Clam Chowder."


"I'll take foreign methods of sacrifice for $1000, Alex."


A fresco to remind the Californian government workers that it could always be worse--they could be working naked.


This was one AWESOME trip.

Quote of Last Night:

"But you haven't seen my balls yet!"
...

I don't think I'll share the speaker of those words with you--just let it be enough to know that there was a video clip to go along with those words. A video clip that was followed by this next quote:

"Oh God.

I

saw

his

balls

!"

Apparenly the right amount of alcohol slows your reaction time just enough so that things like that can happen. Good times, good times. Food, then alcomohol, then more alcomohol, and then...I don't remember.

The King of the Party


The Queen of the MSN Wink


The Un-anonymous Alcoholics

Song of the Moment: "Lips of an Angel" - Hinder

Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight?
No I don't think she has a clue

Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

Honey why you calling me so late?
...

This song has been on the radio for a little while now, but I hadn't really listened to the lyrics until a few nights ago during my long drive home from work. I swear I nearly puked--the song was just soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo it for my hopelessly romantic heart that always roots for the happy ending to stories of unrequited love.

Not that I have any of those kinds of stories for myself... ;)

And here it is...

...the Chirstmas rant.

It's a balmy, sunshining Spring day outside. It'd almost be perfect--except for the fact that it's Winter (okay, Fall if you insist on waiting for the equinox later this week). It's supposed to be blustery, snowing, and frickin' COLD with Chirstmas being only 10 days away...but it's not.

Sure, I've saved about 10 minutes this year so far by not yet having to remove my heavy duty winter coat from its plastic shrink-wrapped hibernation, but I WANT it to be cold and all--it's just not Christmas without all the winter fixin's.

Despite the 24 hour Christmas radio stations, despite the 24 hours glow of city and neighbourhood Christmas decorations, and despite Wal-Mart's accomdating 24 hour shopping availability over the next week and a half (I know! Are they NUTS?), I just don't feel it. I've started my shopping, but I honestly don't feel the rush to finish it. I've booked the dinners, but they just seem like run-of-the-mill pot-lucks rather than the joyful Christmas gatherings they are. I'm just not feeling the Christmas spirit I usually OD on at this time of year.

My Christmas tree isn't even up yet.

:(

A Greatly Expected Vanity

I took a silent pleasure this morning as I drove into the parking lot today at the sweatshop and took notice for the first time that the streets behind the building are named "Dickens Street" and "Thackeray Place."

I bet I'm one of 3 people in the entire building who knows where those names came from.

Tough Decisions

Think about it...what do you decide? (Just a note: these ideas aren't my own, as much as I'd love for them to be.)

When getting out of a seat in a row of closely bunched seats, do you give those still seated your crotch or your ass as you exit?

Someone farts and it stinks real bad. Do you breathe through your nose and smell it, or breathe through your mouth and eat little airbourne poo particles?

You're really inexplicably late for a job interview; call ahead, explain you'll be late without a good excuse and go through the interview anyway, or do you saunter in an hour late claiming "I'm late? But I swear you confirmed my interview for this time!"
...

It's 12:30pm. I've been at home on a secret mission that has given me good cause to be away from work. Really, I think it'd be totaly pointless to head in at all today, but yet here I go. Why? Because I'm already starting to beat Slimy at his waiting game.

Last night
"Hey, Slimy, who's that jacket you're pressing over there for? It's not one of our production runs."

"Oh, it's, um, it's my wife's."

"Wow, you're taking special care to bag it and everything! Your wife must really like you!"

"Um, yes...I'm going home now."

"Oh, already? Well, I'm staying for a little longer. See you tomorrow!!!"

"Yes..."

*whoopah*

I am so going to win!