Archive for December, 2005
Parental Units
I arrived at my parents after a short, albeit agonizing 3 hour drive. I usually love to drive, but the spasms, they were a-hurting. The aforementioned Christmas gift for my Dad has gone over extremely well, and he and his new preciousssssss PDA have not parted ways in the 6 hours since he received it. Giving a great gift is my the greatest feeling. I like to give gifts much more than I like to get them, though of course this doesn’t count when it comes to things like cars, books or RAM.
I am awash in Australian shepherds, watching TiVo and enjoying a lovely, freshly-stoked fireplace. Life ees good. Pictures to follow!
Workin’ for the Weekend
Ah, blessed weekend. Well, not technically, as it’s only Thursday night, but I requested tomorrow off, and my beloved company is giving us Monday off, so voila, 4-day weekend. I’m heading to see the folks tomorrow, in order to finally take my dad his Christmas present, a Zire 72s (the silver one). He likes gadgets like this, and has religiously used a Palm m105 until it’s almost on it’s last leg. I wanted a PDA with relative ease of navigation, and this one is so nifty I had to get one for myself. It does everything, y’all. MP3 player, takes and plays videos, voice recorder, pdf books (eReader.com), audio books (audible.com and me are like *this*), takes photos, plus the proverbial coterie of calendar, task list, planner, and all sorts of organization doodads.
In other news, my neck is still feeling awful, and Skelax1n, Excedrin, Biofreeze and those adhesive heat packs are giving minimal (at best) relief. Good grief. WTH did I do to it? I’ve heard several explanations, including that I’m having a backlash of the stress I was under over the holidays, and that people hold, or.. what’s the expression.. focus? tension in their neck and shoulders, and that the left side of my neck is hurting because I’m a right-brained person. No matter what, I’d just like it to please go away. I don’t relish the thought of driving, if only for a few hours, with this spasming monstrosity formerly known as my left neck and shoulder.
Also, my husband is a miracle. I can’t believe I have this precious person in my life. Just had to say that.
Intel hostage
I <3 my Intel Bunnyman (IB). A crazy yet dear friend doll-napped him from my monitor, and left behind a ransom note demanding candy. Outraged, I gave in and brought chocolate, all the while muttering that I don’t generally negotiate with toy terrorists. Later that day, he appeared again, replete with mask and bound arms and hands. I’ve tried to remove the ribbon and tape, but he’s become afflicted with Stockholm’s syndrome and refuses to have them taken off. Thus, there he sits, guarding the top of my work monitor from behind his blindfold.
Two Lumps
The Mister and I have been laughing our respective rear ends off over off over this site. I’m not generally a cat person, but have just about laughed til I barfed. Snooch is my hero.
Rex Smith and Chilean Christmas Cards.
I received a Christmas card today, which is lovely to begin with, but even better, it came from Chile! How nifty is that, I ask? Four came in the mail - One from FL, one from Canada, one from Chile, and one from parts unremembered. Yay for cards!
I am in dire need of party themes for work. I’ll most likely be doing the monthly birthday/anniversary/etc. luncheon for folks in my department. Last year I did several themes that worked out well, but I need fresh material. Relatively simple and cheap - that’s the ticket.
Sooner or Later
(08.21.08 - Herein lies the pitiful beginning of yet another attempt to faithfully journal again. Why I stop, I have no idea, because it truly is an outlet for me.)
Of the multitude of resolutions I’ve thought of attempting for the new year, this one is most precious. I want to start journalling again. Looking through my old written journals, I can clearly picture what my life was like from day to day, and these days, it seems that my memories shift from event to event, rather than moment to moment. I don’t need to etch every bleedin’ second in stone, but a fragment now and then surely can’t hurt, eh? I have the mind of a steel sieve, and feel like I need to at least notate some of my more nefarious interesting goings on, lest I forget all the pretty details. (grin)
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