It’s that time again, kiddies. Time to bake ALL the cookies. 138 of them, to be exact (although it’s 137 now – we ate one). Not as many as last year, somehow. Did I bake bigger cookies? Or did John eat more batter? Anyway, the cookies are cooling, and two more sweet potato pies are in the oven. The toffee bark and peppermint bark get made tomorrow (they’re way easier – melt, mix, freeze, break into pieces).
We’ve determined that we are NOT going to the mall tomorrow. It would have been just for fun, anyway, since we’re done with the shopping, but why make the trip if we really don’t have to? No open house tomorrow (we’re taking the next couple of weeks off, although we’re available for showings, of course), so we don’t have to scramble to clean up or disappear. It’ll be great. We can sleep in, wrap some presents, leave the house if we feel like it… That works for me.
We watched Knights of Badassdom last night. Mom, you’ll hate it. Don’t bother. Same goes for you, Margaret. Everyone else who hangs out around here would probably enjoy it (if you haven’t already seen it – I’m looking at you, Randy. You’ve seen it, haven’t you?), silly as it is. Full disclosure – it’s about LARPing. And there go Mom and Margaret. Bye, guys! We still love you!
It was fun, and we liked it. Great review, right? That’s what they pay me for. Except for the paying part. And the “they” part. There’s no “they”.
I’m not sure exactly how it happened, but I have been roped into agreeing to do karaoke with coworkers at some future happy hour. It’s one of those things I can’t really back out of. I love to sing (haaaaaave you met me?), so I wouldn’t have thought I’d be nervous about this, but I’ve never done karaoke. I’m more than willing to try it (I think it sounds like fun), but I’m not as comfortable trying it with coworkers. I like these people, but they’re not my best friends at work. They’re also not total strangers. I think I’d be more comfortable in front of total strangers.
Anyway, it’s not that serious, and I’ll manage when the time comes. That time was supposed to be last night, but the central instigator had to bail (he’d forgotten about his daughter’s Christmas pageant), so I escaped, relieved. I need more time to figure out what my song possibilities are. Gotta have options, right? Now I have more time to overthink this.
We have a decorating contest at work every year. I never participate (I don’t even decorate at home, most years), but some people go all out. It’s amazing. I share an office with one of the contest judges, and she likes to decorate (we can’t compete, but still), so I now work in a winter wonderland. Sort of. It’s like a winter-ish okay-land. She put fake snow on a couple of shelves and on her desk, added some plush snowmen and a snow globe, and she hung little ornaments on my fake plant. I think the fake snow looks like clouds, like we should have Care Bears instead of snowmen.
There’s a remarkable resemblance, right?
On my fake plant, the fake snow looks like fog.
My plant is hidden in the mist. Very mysterious.
And then we have South Park snowmen frolicking on the window.
So festive. (Such fun!) Our office is NOTHING like the cubes belonging to the people who take this seriously. One guy built a gingerbread house around his cube. Roof, walls, and a door. It looks great. Another guy painted 12 pictures, all Christmas-themed but patterned after famous paintings, and turned his cube into an art gallery. It’s incredible. This guy goes all out every year (he recreated the Grinch Who Stole Christmas last year, complete with security video of the Grinch stealing Christmas), but I think this year is his best. The paintings are REALLY good.
I’ve been pretty good about the exercise part of “eat right and exercise”, but eating right has been difficult. I’m sure it would get easier if I EVER went grocery shopping, but I don’t do that. (Let’s not be crazy.) Eating out for nearly every meal can be done in a relatively healthy way, though (and it can be done without spending THAT much money, too). It’s not bad when I’m out already, like at work, or on the way home from work. Panera is a staple of our diet – they have lots of healthy options and they make portion control pretty easy. (We might be keeping them in business.) We run into a problem when we’re home, we have no food in the house, and we don’t want to go anywhere to get it. That’s when the bad choices get made. Don’t want to leave the house? Order a pizza! Tired of pizza? Order Chinese! Don’t want either? There’s a pasta place that delivers enormous portions of everything. Really? Sounds great! So weekends kill me. I wish Panera delivered.
I want to want to go to the grocery store. I want to want to plan ahead and have healthy lunches and snacks. That’s a good first step, right? Step 1: Want to change. Hey, that might be step 2.
Step 1: Recognize the problem.
I eat like crap.
Step 2: Want to change to fix the problem.
I don’t want to eat like crap anymore. I want to eat healthy food like a healthy person.
Step 3: Make lists and plans for change to fix the problem. (You thought Step 3 was going to be fixing the problem, didn’t you? Ha ha! You were wrong.)
Step 4: Fix the problem.
I’m at Step 2, contemplating Step 3. I do have small victories here and there. There’s a SuperTarget near my office, and twice in two weeks I’ve picked up a small package of veggies and dip for lunch. It’s delicious and healthy! Good for me and makes me feel good! And then I’m hungry again by mid-afternoon, but this is an obstacle I can overcome with more healthy snacks. That I will have to go to the store to get. Drat! Foiled again.
I’ve been in need of a new laptop for a while now. I can’t even upgrade my poor pretty pink Dell to the latest Ubuntu version. My graphics card can’t handle it. I bought it…6 years ago? Maybe? It’s been a while, anyway. It’s slowing down, and sometimes the fan rattles, and it just can’t do anything anymore. I’m in need. In support of The Plan, we both need laptops that can handle work needs (I’ll need Windows, John needs processing power), and sure, we haven’t sold our house yet, but that’ll happen any day now, right? And in the meantime, I really do need a new laptop. Really. So….why not get a cool one? The coolest one out there? We decided that new laptops would be our Christmas presents to each other, and once we found the ones we wanted, we didn’t see any reason to wait. They arrived last week. And mine is SO COOL. I got the Lenovo Yoga 2 Pro. Lightweight, touch screen, pretty powerful. It’s COOL. And pretty. I got the silver one.
I’m feeling grumpy today. It’s Monday, for one. I’m not Garfield (I do love lasagna), but I don’t know anyone who’s truly pleased when Monday starts. We were both sound asleep when the alarm went off, so dragging ourselves out of bed was difficult, and then small tasks seemed to be too tricky to handle. Before boxing this morning, an eyelash tried to stab me in the eye, so we lost time getting that taken care of, and then John couldn’t dig his keys out of the small bag they were hiding in, and I had trouble keeping my wraps from twisting while I was putting them on (in the car, in the dark). And that’s all before 6am. Not a good start.
Work didn’t help (although nothing happened, so work didn’t hurt, either), but I would really appreciate it if I could get my weekend back, have a do-over, and try Monday again. Actually, since doing Monday AGAIN doesn’t sound all that appealing, how about if we just skip ahead to this coming weekend? I don’t have anything all that important going on this week anyway.
It’s been a week, but I finally added a few more decorations to the house (thank you, Target).
In the dining room:
Over the fireplace (I’m pretty sure it’s the camera that’s crooked):
Meet Bird and Bird:
Last night, they were hanging out under the TV with the TARDIS. They spent today on the island chatting with the little hedgehog that hangs out on the lip of the avocado pot.
So far, that’s it for decorating. It’s more than most years.
I’m pretty sure it’s common knowledge to you people that I can’t tell a joke. I’m terrible at it. I laugh through them, get the details wrong, and I almost always screw up the punch line. Every once in a while, I start with the punch line. I have to practice before I can do it, and by the time I’m ready, the moment’s gone. So I generally don’t tell jokes. I need to expand that personal rule to include relating funny incidents. I was SURE the lines that had me laughing ’til I cried over lunch yesterday were objectively funny, and that John would appreciate that when I told him the story. And you know? If ANYone else had told him the story, he probably would have laughed, too. But I SUCK at it. It was something to do with a guy from eastern Europe or Russia or somewhere who bench-pressed cows instead of lifting weights and how he refused to go to a regular gym here, and then a coworker of mine took that idea to its logical conclusion of imagining what that guy would say when offered a gym membership that didn’t include livestock and I SWEAR it was hilarious, but honestly, what I just wrote is pretty much the best I can do. You’re not laughing, are you?
Update: John objected. He says he promised me he would laugh when I told him the story. He did. But it was a fake laugh. A pity laugh. Doesn’t count.
I was in the middle of training a new employee when John sent me something funny. I should have waited to look, but I didn’t. Then I had to explain the giggling. Or not explain it, since I didn’t share. I apologized instead.
I’m sure this came from Reddit, but I don’t have the link. I hope Mr. and Mrs. Cuddlebun will be very happy.
I’m skipping yoga tonight. I don’t remember how many times you’re supposed to do something before it becomes a habit, but I’m pretty sure going one week, skipping three weeks, going one week, and then skipping the next week is NOT the way to do it. But I’m tired (today was a long day), and I have a headache, and I want to go to bed early, and wow, can you hear the whining? Anyway, I’m comfortable here on the couch, and that’s where I’m staying.
Now, pardon me while I have tea and a croissant for dinner.
Today was a long day. It wasn’t long in actual, objective time (it was normal), but it felt like it was going on forever. It was nonstop, no breaks, and the whole week is going to be like that. It’s only Monday. I’m home now, and I’m going to put on soft pants, sit on the couch, eat my dinner, and watch TV. And go to bed early. Grump grump grump.
I spent nearly an entire day recently watching season 5 of Glee. Please don’t mock me. I haven’t watched it in years, and I can’t say I really enjoyed the day I spent watching it. I did a lot of yelling at the TV (that was the fun part), but other than that, I really don’t know why I started it up again. Season 5 is the season that started after Cory Monteith (the actor who played Finn Hudson) died, and episode three is the one where they addressed his death.
I cried, bawled like a baby, for nearly that entire episode. I can’t tell if the writers and actors actually handled it well (the actors who played his parents did, I think) or if I just felt like crying (I can’t be objective about it at all), but I was a mess. I think part of it, maybe a lot of it, is that the actor, not just the character died, and all those other actors were probably actually mourning him, making it more genuine.
On the bright side, the long day of watching Glee seems to have rid me of the desire to watch any more of it. I’ve got that going for me.
We have decided to do some light decorating this year. Today was the beginning, when we picked up a wreath for the front door.
So festive. I’ll pick up a couple more things over the next few days (maybe a garland for the fireplace, some tchotchkes for the table or island). I don’t want lights or anything over the top, but since we’re still on the market, we thought the house might look more welcoming if we embraced the spirit of the season. Plus it’s pretty.
Obviously, everyone’s musical preferences are a matter of personal taste. There’s no right or wrong. (Yes, there is.) No objective right or wrong. (Yes, there is.) There are classics (the Beatles, Elvis, etc.) that it seems like everyone should like, but I’m sure there are people out there who don’t like them. (They’re wrong.)
Then there are the influential groups or people (who often (always?) overlap with the classics). Is it as imperative that everyone like them? I hope not. I’m thinking of the Doors in particular. I heard two songs of theirs this morning, and they’ve been stuck in my head most of the day. I’m not enjoying it. I mostly don’t like the Doors. Jim Morrison seemed like a pompous, self-important jackass. The only Doors song I really like is “Touch Me” (I like horn sections), and I’m okay with “People are Strange”. I could do without all of the others all of the others that I recognize as the Doors. I suppose it’s possible that there’s another Doors song out there that I’ll like, but I haven’t heard it yet. Or I’ve heard it, liked it, and didn’t know it was the Doors. Find me a handful of those, and I’ll consider revising my opinion of the band as a whole.
I made it back to yoga this week, and we had a few minutes of relaxation time at the end. There was no music playing in the room, no talking, just stillness and breathing. My mind really went quiet for a little bit, but then the rest of the world began to creep back in. First, I noticed the ticking clock in the room. I hadn’t even realized that clock made noise. Then, very quietly at first but louder the more I noticed it, I heard Kylie Minogue’s “Can’t Get You Out of My Head” seeping in from the speakers on the main floor of the gym. But the song and the ticking clock weren’t in sync with each other, nowhere near the same tempo, so they fought, both getting louder. I was having visions of meshed realities and Doctor Who. All in the space of about a minute. Maybe less. Then the instructor called us back to reality, and it got less weird.
A friend and I were talking about orphan rows today (as they relate to databases) and rows with dangling pointers, which are kind of the opposite, like parents who have lost their children, and we realized that there’s no word for parents who have lost their children. What’s the orphan equivalent? A wife whose husband has died is a widow, and a husband whose wife has died is a widower….and that’s when we realized that widower doesn’t make sense. The husband didn’t widow anyone. He is not one who widows. So in addition to needing a word that means parent-who-has-children-who-have-died, we need a better word for a husband whose wife has died. Someone should get on that. Also, this is sad, so go watch the new Star Wars trailer. And look for the Lucas enhanced version, too. It’s funny. You’ll feel better.
Gravy is generally a good idea. Particularly if you’re making an open face sandwich with the last of the Thanksgiving leftovers, but other times, too.
I’m just full of wisdom.
I know I just came off a four-day vacation, with two days of genuine nothing, but I’m sleepy. I’d like to do that again. Who wants to arrange that for me?
I haven’t left the house in two days. Tomorrow will be something of a shock.
Online shopping is the best. It’s the Saturday after Thanksgiving, and John and I are nearly done with our Christmas shopping (it’s low-key this year, anyway). We have yet to see the inside of a mall. I’m sure we’ll go, but by then it’ll be more to enjoy the decorations and the music. I like the mall during the holidays as long as I’m not one of the desperate shoppers. Also, I’m on the couch, laptop on lap, wearing my pjs. It’s 2pm. This is okay with me.