A Thousand Words

Top o’ the mornin’ to ya!

Am I the only person who has to be at work today? Sure as Hades seems like it, considering the complete lack of traffic.

So, my trip home was absolutely wonderful. I never laugh more or have more fun than when I’m with mi familia. Everything about the vacation was perfect. Except maybe the vast amounts of food I consumed. Seriously, I don’t even want to eat anymore. Oh, also…the Vikes lost. That wasn’t so perfect. We’ll get ’em next year. So, for now – GO HAWKS!

It’s cold here. I’ve actually resorted to wearing the mad bomber hat indoors.

It’s things like this that explain why I don’t have a boyfriend.

The suitcases are packed, the knitting gear is tucked away in my carry on, and a full charge is on the Dell DJ. Leisure wear, basket weaving kits, and EBay gift certificates have been bought, and surprises have been planned. Cozy homes, beautiful decorations, too much food, below zero weather, a crazy family that I absolutely adore, and my homeland awaits.

Can’t wait for you to join us, Court.

Heids just gave me the BEST Christmas present EVER. You have no idea how long I have wanted one of these. Why? Because it’s easy to do…and fun to grow! And, who doesn’t LOVE pottery that grows?!

Doesn’t that Garfield afro crack you up?

Hahaha…my night is complete.

Silly co-workers…disguising them in powdered sugar…they knew I wouldn’t be able to resist.

EDIT: Homedog, seeing this picture should make your day less crappy! Love ya!

Well, well, well. It looks like I’ve got a jokester out there, with that comment on the last post. Well done mysterious commenter, well done. But, just for the record…my suite wasn’t AT the Chateau St. Michelle. Too bad, huh! Still, it was hilarious, thank you. I’m glad my readers have humor, even if it includes trying to humiliate me. That is what I call a true friend.

The problem gift this year is my dads. As it is every year. He’s so difficult to buy for. Especially when I ask him what he wants and he says, “I don’t need anything!!” Then, I tell him how much my Christmas bonus was and say he should take advantage of it. So, what does he say? “I guess I could use some dish towels.” BORING! I really wanted to get him a basket weaving kit…but I don’t think that’s going to pan out. Got One! I hate to give him another Home Depot gift card for the 5th year in a row…but…he may just have to deal with it.

{2.} I’m a little afraid to say this…but, I don’t get the whole Chronicles of Narnia thing. Maybe it’s because I never read the books? Maybe it’s because I saw a version of it at Bible camp one year and I wanted to poke my eyes out the entire length of the movie? Still, I feel after hearing so many people talk about it I need to see it. I don’t know…but, I just don’t feel like I can jump on the bandwagon on this one. I’m sure I’ll lose friends over this…I’m SORRY. I just had to get it out.

I feel better, thank you.

The dreaded office Christmas party is this Saturday. I have long despised any type of gathering involving co-workers. I happen to enjoy my co-workers quite a bit, but the last thing I want to do is spend an additional 10 hours with them on a Saturday.

This year I’m looking forward to it even LESS than previous years, despite the fact that I even have a “date” (thank you Aron, you are a kind & brave man). Let me just go ahead and copy & paste the itinerary for the evening.

– Wine tasting at Matthews Cellars 2:30 – 3:30
– Wine tasting at Chateau St Michelle 3:45 – 4:45
– Cocktails in the Fireside Room 6:00 – 6:30
– Appetizers
– Dinner

Now, I can only assume that the purpose of the gap between the last wine tasting and the cocktails is so everyone can sober up BEFORE we start drinking again. If you know me even a little bit, you can clearly see that this type of fun-filled day/evening o’ drinking is not really my idea of a fun time. Sure, it’s only wine TASTING, but lets be honest…they’ll be tasting it and CHUGGING all at the same time.

When I have my own company and I have a holiday festivus, there will be no wine tasting. It’s going to be ice cream tasting. It’ll pretty much be a field trip to Coldstone and everyone will get a spoon and dig right in. And, it would be perfectly acceptable to show up in pajama pants and flip flops. It’d be encouraged even.

Which leads me to my next annoyance with company events. The outfit. Normally I wouldn’t feel so pressured to find anything cute looking (yeah right!!) but, my coworker told me she bought a $130 dress for the occasion. Crap. I’ve never bought any single item of clothing that was that expensive. It’s just not how I roll. Anyway, I’ve finally managed to piece together some semblance of a dressy looking outfit. The problem is that I’m going to have to hem the skirt myself. Now, of all the crafty skills I’ve been blessed with, my mom did NOT pass down the “I can sew/repair anything using only a pine needle and blade of grass and make it look like a hundred bucks” gene. I don’t even OWN a sewing machine. I MAY have a needle somewhere. Heids and I are going to act the part of happy seamstresses (whether she wants to or not) and try to make me look somewhat presentable for this thing. Ugh.

I’m sure there will be stories to share come Monday.

** EDIT: I just burned a hole RIGHT through that skirt. Guess that option’s OUT. Excuse me while I punch myself in the face.