Merry Christmas! It's almost 5 am, and I've been awake for a long long time...it's because I went to bed too early. Well, that's what I'm telling myself. It's not because Santa came and I'm too excited to sleep :)
Last night I left work at 6 and it was too bad to drive home so Lisa drove me. It was SCARY. Not because Lisa drove (Lisa, you're a very good driver), but because the snow was so bad. It was like driving through a piece of white paper, only a really thick piece of white paper, because it took us an hour and a half to get through it. Then, when I got home, I was too tired to really enjoy the Christmas Eve party, which makes me sad because Christmas Eve is my favorite day of the whole year. Even more than my birthday. But I did get some good presents, including lots and lots of socks, some special cake decorating food coloring, and SHEETS THAT SAY BOYS ARE SMELLY!!!! I washed them right away so I could maybe sleep on them last night (or tonight...), but I went to bed before they were done being washed. Mike and Lisa gave me the sheets, so I'd like to thank them publicly, here on my Blog. THANK YOU!
I went to bed around 11, and woke up around 3. And since then I've been playing Mah Jong on yahoo, trying to convince myself that I can wait until 8 to go downstairs and open my presents. I know I'm "all grown up" and should be patient enough, but, I'm not. Christmas brings out all my greed. I spend all year being selfless (just agree with me on that, ok?), so on Jesus's birthday, I want my presents.
I'm going to try to sleep...maybe I should go downstairs to the medicine cabinet and get some NyQuil...I could do it without looking at my presents in the den...really, I swear, I wouldn't look... ;)
Saturday, December 25, 2004
Monday, December 20, 2004
Elf Hunting
Today we celebrated Mikey's birthday with a lot of football, sausages, and picking on me for not updating my blog. I really have no excuse for not updating...it's not like I've been working 600 hours a day, only to come home, starving, to a steak-less house, forced to go to bed hungry. Too bad I don't work somewhere that serves great wine and good food, or at least somewhere next to a Mighty Taco, so I could get food on my way home from work.
Anyway, I've been so physically and emotionally exhausted (I started crying when I came home and there were no steaks to eat on Friday night, and then at work on Saturday when I found out I'd have to stay later than I thought I would and make creme brulee...like that's part of my job or something!). My fish, Opie, is even mad at me because I've been neglecting him. I try to talk to him when I come home from work, but he's usually asleep, and I've forgotten to feed him once or twice in the past week...well, fish have feelings too, and today he was so mad that he pretended to be dead. When I woke up he was floating upside down in his bowl, but when I went to pick it up to take him to the toilet for a burial at sea, he started swimming around. I spend a few minutes with him, explaining why I haven't been around, and I think he understands. Hopefully he'll behave better from now on.
Today I finally had the time to write a blog, but no energy to come up with a topic. Mike had a few suggestions, thankfully. One of them was Elves. When we were little and would have big family dinners every weekend (because we don't now...), they would always end with the kids running around the circle of the house (well, running as fast as we could through the pantry, the den, and the entry way, and then walking really fast through the kitchen, like the grown ups wouldn't know we were running in the house...). The men would be sitting at the table and the women would be doing the dishes. One way to get us to sit down and be still and quiet was to tell us to go look for elves. Unfortunately, this only worked between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and one of them had to be sacrificed and banished to the second floor.
Somehow, the story started that after Thanksgiving Santa got too busy to watch over all the kids in the world himself, so he'd send out his elves to check on us. If you were really still and quiet and sat in a dark room, you could see them. So all the kids (about 10 of us, but it seemed like a lot more) would run into the den and fight for a spot in front of the window. With all the lights turned off and the room totally silent (except for the noise of the adults in the next room), it was a little scary. And the excitement of knowing that at any moment an elf could fly past the window was amazing. I know now that it was really one of my uncles upstairs in one of the bedrooms, hanging an elf doll down and letting it swing by the downstairs windows. But at the time, it was a real elf, and it was really awesome.
They say ignorance is bliss, and I have to agree in this case. I'll never forget the day I found the elf doll in the cabinet in the laundry room. I was old enough to not believe in Santa anymore, and I knew deep down that the elves weren't real, but having the proof in my hands was still upsetting...the end of a childhood era, in a way.
We tried for a while to carry on the tradition, but we went a little overboard, and somehow a naked barbie doll ended up on the end of the string, hanging in the downstairs window for my little cousins to see. Not exactly the kind of elves we want them to think Santa has...maybe now that the next generation is coming we can start again, this time with a real elf doll, and not naked barbies.
Anyway, I've been so physically and emotionally exhausted (I started crying when I came home and there were no steaks to eat on Friday night, and then at work on Saturday when I found out I'd have to stay later than I thought I would and make creme brulee...like that's part of my job or something!). My fish, Opie, is even mad at me because I've been neglecting him. I try to talk to him when I come home from work, but he's usually asleep, and I've forgotten to feed him once or twice in the past week...well, fish have feelings too, and today he was so mad that he pretended to be dead. When I woke up he was floating upside down in his bowl, but when I went to pick it up to take him to the toilet for a burial at sea, he started swimming around. I spend a few minutes with him, explaining why I haven't been around, and I think he understands. Hopefully he'll behave better from now on.
Today I finally had the time to write a blog, but no energy to come up with a topic. Mike had a few suggestions, thankfully. One of them was Elves. When we were little and would have big family dinners every weekend (because we don't now...), they would always end with the kids running around the circle of the house (well, running as fast as we could through the pantry, the den, and the entry way, and then walking really fast through the kitchen, like the grown ups wouldn't know we were running in the house...). The men would be sitting at the table and the women would be doing the dishes. One way to get us to sit down and be still and quiet was to tell us to go look for elves. Unfortunately, this only worked between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and one of them had to be sacrificed and banished to the second floor.
Somehow, the story started that after Thanksgiving Santa got too busy to watch over all the kids in the world himself, so he'd send out his elves to check on us. If you were really still and quiet and sat in a dark room, you could see them. So all the kids (about 10 of us, but it seemed like a lot more) would run into the den and fight for a spot in front of the window. With all the lights turned off and the room totally silent (except for the noise of the adults in the next room), it was a little scary. And the excitement of knowing that at any moment an elf could fly past the window was amazing. I know now that it was really one of my uncles upstairs in one of the bedrooms, hanging an elf doll down and letting it swing by the downstairs windows. But at the time, it was a real elf, and it was really awesome.
They say ignorance is bliss, and I have to agree in this case. I'll never forget the day I found the elf doll in the cabinet in the laundry room. I was old enough to not believe in Santa anymore, and I knew deep down that the elves weren't real, but having the proof in my hands was still upsetting...the end of a childhood era, in a way.
We tried for a while to carry on the tradition, but we went a little overboard, and somehow a naked barbie doll ended up on the end of the string, hanging in the downstairs window for my little cousins to see. Not exactly the kind of elves we want them to think Santa has...maybe now that the next generation is coming we can start again, this time with a real elf doll, and not naked barbies.
Monday, December 13, 2004
It's now 1:05 am on Monday morning. I should be asleep. I was asleep, and then I woke up. For no reason. I wasn't thirsty, I didn't have to go to the bathroom, I didn't have a bad dream...I was thinking about potato chips, but I wasn't really hungry. So why am I wide awake? I don't know. But, now that I am, all I can think is "I need to sleep." And that makes me even more awake.
I know I need to sleep now because I have some very busy weeks coming up. I work every day between now and Christmas. And not only do I work, but I'll probably go out for drinks after work, because I'm young and stupid and haven't learned that I hate working hung over and tired, although right now, when I'm perfectly sober and wide awake, I know that I hate working hung over and tired. So I've been trying to store up sleep, like a squirrel stores up food. I don't think it really works like that, but maybe if I can convince myself it does, then it will...
I know I need to sleep now because I have some very busy weeks coming up. I work every day between now and Christmas. And not only do I work, but I'll probably go out for drinks after work, because I'm young and stupid and haven't learned that I hate working hung over and tired, although right now, when I'm perfectly sober and wide awake, I know that I hate working hung over and tired. So I've been trying to store up sleep, like a squirrel stores up food. I don't think it really works like that, but maybe if I can convince myself it does, then it will...
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Horoscopes
I was reading People.com adn decided to look at my horoscope. Now, I don't really believe them, especially since most of them are so vague that they say something like, "You'll fall in love some day, or, if you don't, you'll live alone forever." But this is what People.com had to say today:
December 07, 2004By Jonathan Cainer
Which came first the chicken or the egg? Who knows? Who cares? The debate has been raging for a thousand years. Do you really think that you can come up with a definitive answer? There's an issue now that you are trying to resolve. In essence, it is just as impossible. It needs to be fenced off, pushed aside, ignored. Dwell on it and it will draw you in like quicksand. Leave it alone and you will discover that you can proceed perfectly well, happily and successfully, without the information that seems so crucial!
Who doesn't have an issue in their life? And if you have an issue, then OF COURSE you're trying to resolve it! So really, the beginning of this horoscope could be for anyone. It's even worse than a normal horoscope.
Then it gets depressing. Even though I have problems, or issues, I should just ignore them. I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY HOPE OF RESOLVING MY ISSUES!
Now I remember why I don't read horoscopes...they depress me. Maybe tomorrow's will tell me that I'm going to marry a rich chef...
December 07, 2004By Jonathan Cainer
Which came first the chicken or the egg? Who knows? Who cares? The debate has been raging for a thousand years. Do you really think that you can come up with a definitive answer? There's an issue now that you are trying to resolve. In essence, it is just as impossible. It needs to be fenced off, pushed aside, ignored. Dwell on it and it will draw you in like quicksand. Leave it alone and you will discover that you can proceed perfectly well, happily and successfully, without the information that seems so crucial!
Who doesn't have an issue in their life? And if you have an issue, then OF COURSE you're trying to resolve it! So really, the beginning of this horoscope could be for anyone. It's even worse than a normal horoscope.
Then it gets depressing. Even though I have problems, or issues, I should just ignore them. I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY HOPE OF RESOLVING MY ISSUES!
Now I remember why I don't read horoscopes...they depress me. Maybe tomorrow's will tell me that I'm going to marry a rich chef...
Monday, December 06, 2004
Chocolate Snot
I'm really really sick. I think I'm dying. Can you die from a cold? Well, I might be about to. At first I was just coughing a lot, and my throat was sore (an unfortunate result of coughing). Then stuff actually started coming up when I would cough. And now my ears are all stuffed up and my throat still hurts and I'm still coughing and my nose is stuffed up but it's also running. It's very weird. I had to go to work, even though I'm sick. Don't worry, I washed my hands a million times and didn't sneeze or cough anywhere near any of the food or any surfaces that the food would touch. It's still safe to eat dessert at Olivers. Well, as safe as it always has been...anyway, I was making molten chocolate cakes (which I overbaked...so they're really just mini chocolate cakes...) and managed to inhale a lot of the cocoa powder. When I went into the bathroom to blow my nose a few minutes later, I was really worried because my snot was a weird brownish color. I was sure I had an awful infection. Then I remembered the cocoa, and I laughed at myself until I started coughing so hard I almost threw up. It was a tough day.
Yesterday was Mo's birthday. I was gonna call her to wish her Happy Birthday, but she called me. That's why we're such great friends...we might not have much in common, but we both love me :) No, really, she's great. She's one of my best friends. And we do have a lot in common...we both like brownies at 5 am, we both like to drink, we both hate wrists...we were destined to be friends.
I'm almost done with my Christmas Shopping! I just have to get 3 more presents. And I think I know what I want to get...I just have to buy them. I love Christmas...I'm probably the only person in the world who likes that it's being celebrated earlier and earlier every year. I wish I could live in Whoville where it's Christmas year round!
The NyQuil is starting to kick in, so I'm off to bed...I'll update soon, so check back!
Yesterday was Mo's birthday. I was gonna call her to wish her Happy Birthday, but she called me. That's why we're such great friends...we might not have much in common, but we both love me :) No, really, she's great. She's one of my best friends. And we do have a lot in common...we both like brownies at 5 am, we both like to drink, we both hate wrists...we were destined to be friends.
I'm almost done with my Christmas Shopping! I just have to get 3 more presents. And I think I know what I want to get...I just have to buy them. I love Christmas...I'm probably the only person in the world who likes that it's being celebrated earlier and earlier every year. I wish I could live in Whoville where it's Christmas year round!
The NyQuil is starting to kick in, so I'm off to bed...I'll update soon, so check back!
Friday, December 03, 2004
My Driving Rules
Hello! We haven't spoken in so long! I know, it's all MY FAULT, since I'm the only one speaking in this relationship...but, I'm sick and I've been busy. So, on to my complaining.
I'm a relatively new driver. I know I'm not the best driver in the world, but I know most of the rules (even if I don't follow them...), and I'm amazed at then number of REALLY REALLY bad drivers out there. I mean, driving is dangerous! The rules are there for a reason! Now, I know some of the rules don't count, like the speed limits. It's perfectly acceptable to go at least 10 MPH over the posted limit, it's VERY dangerous to go slower than the speed limit. I mean, sometimes even the speed limit is dangerous...
Another thing that really annoys me is when people don't move over for someone who's trying to merge onto a highway. Do people not realize that it's illegal to not move over?!?! Not to mention rude...
I also hate it when people cruise in the left lane when they aren't going fast enough. I don't really care if you cruise in the left lane as long as you're going faster than I am. But when I get stuck behind you, I'm not happy. So move over. Or speed up. The left lane is for people passing only! If you're driving slower than me, then you're not passing!
It's really too bad that it's not a law that everyone has to go to my school of driving. Then the world would be full of...well, drivers that don't piss me off :)
I'm a relatively new driver. I know I'm not the best driver in the world, but I know most of the rules (even if I don't follow them...), and I'm amazed at then number of REALLY REALLY bad drivers out there. I mean, driving is dangerous! The rules are there for a reason! Now, I know some of the rules don't count, like the speed limits. It's perfectly acceptable to go at least 10 MPH over the posted limit, it's VERY dangerous to go slower than the speed limit. I mean, sometimes even the speed limit is dangerous...
Another thing that really annoys me is when people don't move over for someone who's trying to merge onto a highway. Do people not realize that it's illegal to not move over?!?! Not to mention rude...
I also hate it when people cruise in the left lane when they aren't going fast enough. I don't really care if you cruise in the left lane as long as you're going faster than I am. But when I get stuck behind you, I'm not happy. So move over. Or speed up. The left lane is for people passing only! If you're driving slower than me, then you're not passing!
It's really too bad that it's not a law that everyone has to go to my school of driving. Then the world would be full of...well, drivers that don't piss me off :)
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