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Yeah, so, because I am stupid, I went running after work in 35 degree, ice-y rain.  And then I went grocery shopping, which is actually worse than freezing cold running, but I totally forced myself to do it, because holy lack of schedule lately!  I went to bed a total crankypants last night because god forbid I stick to some sort of routine, and before you live for the moment people say "so?" let me remind you that I am a bit retentive (the anal type, and that sounds dirty all separate like that, no?) and flying by the seat of MY pants makes me want to kick you in the seat of YOURS.  You know, because I’m tough.  But that was actually just figuratively speaking. So.  How was your day?

Mine was actually great, because now I’m inner circle at work because of the sword.  And the acting. Oh, and apparently, red wine STAINS YOUR TEETH?  See, I really don’t drink that much because I did not know that at ALL, but all I heard today was about my purple teeth.  So much for the knocking down of the General’s wife.  Now I’m the purple teeth girl.  For the record, John insists my teeth were absolutely not purple, but you know he’s just saying that.   

Oh, so anyway, I was right in the middle of a story when I tangented.  Scheduley stuff, remember?  So I went to bed a crankypants, and laid there berating myself for being such a crapass couch potato, and laid there, and laid there, then slept for like…20 minutes, and then laid there some more…you get the picture.  Finally, around 4:30 or so I thought, "well, why don’t you just, um, DO something about it", and then I thought "huh" and got out of bed right then and there, and here I am!  Kickstarted!  Motivated!  Crackalacka-ed!

So, I put some house pics up, but John has more on his site. If you go there, please note that he calls the living room the "TV room", which is absolutely not right.  Obviously he got a little too used to living the bachelor life this past year, and thinks he is the ruler, and can randomly bestow boy descriptions on rooms.  I think…not.

Alright!  Study time!!!

Tschuss!!

Oh man.  I am feeling fat and happy after eating the kick ass carne asada tacos I made.  I can hardly type I’m so full.

So. The Christmas parties were fun.  John’s was your basic work Christmas party, food, games, gifts and then over.  It wasn’t bad, really, it was just good to come home - I have a hard time getting excited about doing things on a Friday night anymore.  I mean, I’m just as tired on Friday night as I am on a Thursday night, you know what I mean?  So by 9pm, I was wishing I was in my comfies, sitting on my couch with my fam, not in a hard chair with the loudest music ever blaring in my ear.  And, can I possibly sound any older?  Jeez.  Next I’ll be wearing appliqued sweatshirts.

MY Christmas party, on the other hand, was an absolute blast.  For starters, there was free wine on the tables.  And that, my friends, is the way to ensure everyone has a good time.  On top of that, for some reason people were buying even MORE wine, and at one point, I had two glasses of wine sitting in front of me, and both of them were only 1/4 full.  I have never felt so lucky in my life!  And THEN, there were party games, and I was the "Five Golden Rings" in the Acting Out the Twelve Days of Christmas game…AND I WON!  I am talented, you guys!  TALENTED!  I have Mad Acting Skilz!  I am Undiscovered Talent!  Or, I just had the loudest table.  Well, whatever…because I won $50!  And to top the evening off, I got the greatest gift ever during gift drawing.  I’m serious.  Like, when this gift was being made, it was thinking of me.  It was thinking, "Soon, there will be a party with free wine, which will be imbibed in copious amounts, and it is THIS environment of that I will introduce myself to my owner."  Because, you guys, I ask you: what better gift for me while drinking at a work Christmas party is a miniature sword? WHAT BETTER GIFT?  Oh my god.  I mean, SERIOUSLY?  A miniature Braveheart sword, inscribed with "William Wallace".  A sharp, poinky tip, perfect for sneaking up on unsuspecting individuals (i.e. my husband) and poinkity poinking them in the arm.  Well, I will tell you what - I love my sword.

It was a lot of fun.  Of course, I managed to nearly fall while returning to my spot in line after my "Five Golden Rings" moment of acting, and the person I clung to for support happened to be the General’s wife, which…hi, General’s Wife, thanks for holding me up while I look like a staggering drunk.  For the record, I stumbled because of the 4 inch heels I was wearing, NOT the wine, but you know nobody is going to believe that.  From here on out, I’ll be reminded of the time I tackled the General’s Wife while…I don’t know…beelining for the nearest receptacle to puke in, and the resulting impact broke her nose AND twisted her knee.  Or something incredibly out of context like that.

Oh, and also, I met a co-worker’s wife, and instead of shaking my hand, she gently laid hers in mine without gripping and sort of…allowed me to pretend to shake it.  I was a little confused by the whole thing, because…I mean…do women not shake hands?  Have I worked with men too long?  Do you think it seemed manly?  Oh my god…I’m the stumbling drunk MANLY girl!  Except not.   

Anyhow, it was a lot of fun.  Except for the long drive home, which I spent being very silent and desperately staring out the windshield.  Not that I felt sick or anything.  I was just, you know, looking for debris on the road.  Fortunately, we didn’t have to stop for me to…pull debris from out of the road, so that’s good.

And, there’s some pictures up.

Tschuss!!

My last post totally needs to be clarified, because I took two separate things, and they ran together into one, and it all equaled me sounding like a great big crankypants.  Which I’m not.  Most of the time.

So.  Point number one was the telling people what I want thing.  That’s…well that’s pretty much unchanged.  I just don’t think that it should go like this:  It’s Christmas, here is what I want/It’s Christmas, tell me exactly what to get you.  UNLESS, that is, when dealing with children, because for children, half of the fun IS the list.  In fact, none of my last post applies to children. OR you, or ANYONE ELSE, just me.  Some people expressed this better than I did in my comments, but basically, if I know you well enough to give you a gift, then I will know exactly what you want, because I have spent a quantity of time with you prior to the gift giving experience, and I won’t have to ask you at all.  If I have no idea what you want, then…well, maybe I should just stick with a card. 

Point number two was the getting gifts/reciprocal gifts thing.  Look - I am ALL ABOUT getting gifts.  If I came across otherwise, then I was completely in error.  Especially for birthdays, because as we all know, birthdays are already Entire Days (weeks/months, depending on how far you can stretch it) About Me (or you, you know what I mean).  What I’m talking about is the people who, at Christmas, sit down with a list of 873 people (my brother’s father-in-law’s sister, my 3rd cousin whom I’ve seen twice, OR, worse - co-workers you hardly know) and agonize over giving these people gifts, because you know you are going to get one from them, and/or don’t want them to be angry.  People, THAT’S OBLIGATORY GIFT GIVING.   And that, to me, completely destroys the whole concept. 

There.  Which did I do: 1. clarify 2. confuse, or 3. merely restate my original point again, leading to neither choice?

In other news, we have the first of not one, not two, but THREE work Christmas parties to attend this evening.  I mean, there is not three parties TONIGHT.  That would be rather exhausting.  No, tonight is John’s work party, and the other two are MY work parties, and basically what I’m getting at is Parties!  And New People!  And of course, Possible Drinking! 

I would say there might even be pictures, but we know how THAT’S going for me (I suck at it lately so don’t hold your breath).

Tschuss!!