Fun!

Here's a picture from my company Christmas party on Saturday. We had a great time! My co-workers nominated Scott for the unofficial "Most Fun Husband" award. We danced so much my legs were sore the next day (which really suggests how out of shape they are)...

The End

Well, I did it. We all did it! Thany, Amy, Crayl, and me. We blogged every day of November. 30 blogs. I thought it would be hard. It wasn't as hard as I thought. You just learn to pay attention and remember things throughout the day so you have something to write about. So in essence it's much more than a writing exercise...it's an exercise in living presently. It was fun. It was quiet time spent with my writing partner, Littleman (a.k.a Henry) (pronounced "little-mun" - see below). Time when there was peace in the house because he was locked in the office with me and couldn't pester his brother.

I think I'll do it again next year.

Ponderings

So, being Christmas season and all, I've got the XM radio tuned to the Christmas stations. Same old stuff. I still like it and all, but it seems that no one is able to write any new
Christmas songs that are anywhere NEAR as good as the old traditional stuff. Why is that?

Another thought I have while driving to and from work: music has been around since...well, forever. Many of the Psalms are actually songs, right? I took music lessons, there's only 7 notes (A-G) plus sharps and flats, plus octaves, right? So, mathematically speaking, isn't there a fininte number of ways notes could be combined? Will we run out of new music someday?

Is that why no one writes good Christmas music anymore?

Porn for Women (don't worry - squeaky clean!)

Got this funny at work today. I think if men understood how much of a turn on these things truly are, there'd be a lot more happy marriages...

I Know You Are Probably Sick of This Topic...

..but there's only 4 more days of NaBloPoMo and I'm running out of topics.

So here's a picture of my house with it's pretty pretty (and lonely) lights. Still no neighbor light action yet. Of course it looks better in person. And I look at it now and think: what else can I add?

Cruel Shoes

Ever read that collection of short stories written by Steve Martin? My sister had it when we were kids and I'm reminded of it every few days. It's the shoes I've been wearing to work. Every time I walk to the bathroom, the cafeteria, to my car, I think, "Cruel Shoes". My feet even have phantom pain when I'm not wearing them. They're new, and clearly I made a bad choice, but since I can't return them, I feel compelled to stick with them until they wear out so as not to waste the money.

Here's a link if you want to read the story. Think of me. If you scroll down, you'll see it in its entirety. http://www.compleatsteve.com/miscellany/cruelshoes_1.htm

If you keep scrolling, you'll see another interesting story entitled, "The Diarrhea Gardens of El Camino Real" (yes, that's San Diego, friends), right after one of my faves, "Serious Dogs".

Back to Work

Why can't all weekends be 4-day weekends? Doesn't that strike a better work-life balance? More life, less work?

For those who are somewhat following this story (I know, few details have been provided...it's really not a topic for a public forum), Scott is actually reporting to a different department tomorrow. The new director he will be reporting to is a good person (or so I've heard). I think Scott views this as a temporary fix, so I'm still not sure what the future holds. I just hope it's better - he's been under a great deal of stress. Oh, and to top it off, he hurt his ankle today helping me with some lights. I had to go down to Wal-Mart and get him a cane!

Well, only 4 weeks until my next 4-day weekend. Wouldn't it be nice if the whole month of December was a holiday? I could get so much accomplished!