True Productivity
From zero through twenty-one episodes of Stargate's season 7 from December 24 to December 27. That's especially good when there's other important issues to cover during that 3 day period such as Christmas exchanges, post Christmas shopping, and sleeping.
26 December 2005
Toys
My initial disappointment of getting very few packages from Eric for Christmas quickly dissapated into utter joy as I opened my 17 inch flat panel TV and my 7 inch DVD/MP3/CD travel player. To boot, my travel DVD player hooks up beautifully to my new TV that is now sitting proudly on my desk next to my computer. What a completely unbelievably awesome Christmas! Even more...the post-Christmas shopping was totally worth the early hour...Sax Fifth had tonnes of stuff 70% off, including a great hat, and I got two summer tops for next to nothing. Most excellent!
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My initial disappointment of getting very few packages from Eric for Christmas quickly dissapated into utter joy as I opened my 17 inch flat panel TV and my 7 inch DVD/MP3/CD travel player. To boot, my travel DVD player hooks up beautifully to my new TV that is now sitting proudly on my desk next to my computer. What a completely unbelievably awesome Christmas! Even more...the post-Christmas shopping was totally worth the early hour...Sax Fifth had tonnes of stuff 70% off, including a great hat, and I got two summer tops for next to nothing. Most excellent!
24 December 2005
IN-LAWS
Death to in-laws. This can't be totally true because my parents are wonderful to Eric...catering to his every whim and need. For example, my mum threw out an old pillow of Eric's. Let's note the pillow was a 15 year old feather pillow that had reached the point of rottenness. Further, I had asked her to pitch it for me because I couldn't handle the stench any longer, and he was strangely possessive of the nasty thing. Being the wonderful mother that she is, she pitches it while we're away on holiday. Eric was crushed. While I'm in giving her the eye that says "THANK YOU!", she nearly cries when he gives her a guilt trip, and gives him $50 to go buy a special chiropractic pillow b/c he's bitching about the fact that the 15 year old rotten feather pillow was "perfect for his neck". Let's move to my scene...my welcome to Christmas Eve is extreme banging on my door (at Eric's family's home) and his mum freakin' walks into the room in which we are sleeping. Does anybody else see this as an invasion to privacy to walk into somebody's bedroom when they are probably in bed? Does the question, "could I step in" enter into the picture? Oh no, of course not. Instead, milliseconds after the door is banged in, she walks in, and informs me that his sister is there (a surprise visit) and that we should be out immediately. WTF? Merry Christmas! *deep sarcasm* I could share more, but I'm sure that I would discover the Internet's space limit.
Death to in-laws. This can't be totally true because my parents are wonderful to Eric...catering to his every whim and need. For example, my mum threw out an old pillow of Eric's. Let's note the pillow was a 15 year old feather pillow that had reached the point of rottenness. Further, I had asked her to pitch it for me because I couldn't handle the stench any longer, and he was strangely possessive of the nasty thing. Being the wonderful mother that she is, she pitches it while we're away on holiday. Eric was crushed. While I'm in giving her the eye that says "THANK YOU!", she nearly cries when he gives her a guilt trip, and gives him $50 to go buy a special chiropractic pillow b/c he's bitching about the fact that the 15 year old rotten feather pillow was "perfect for his neck". Let's move to my scene...my welcome to Christmas Eve is extreme banging on my door (at Eric's family's home) and his mum freakin' walks into the room in which we are sleeping. Does anybody else see this as an invasion to privacy to walk into somebody's bedroom when they are probably in bed? Does the question, "could I step in" enter into the picture? Oh no, of course not. Instead, milliseconds after the door is banged in, she walks in, and informs me that his sister is there (a surprise visit) and that we should be out immediately. WTF? Merry Christmas! *deep sarcasm* I could share more, but I'm sure that I would discover the Internet's space limit.
20 December 2005
15 December 2005
11 December 2005
Coordination
I think there was a distinct LACK of coordination by somebody last night for downtown activities. If you did manage to get a parking space and walk, it was easy to tell the source of the traffic...blue sweatshirts from Kentucky (IU/KY game), Pacer shirts (all scarily matched with khaki's and white tennis shoes), with a sprinkling of tuxes and formal gowns. I assume those were directed towards the Broadway show (our focus), symphony, and play that were all playing at the same time. You felt a part of a real city for once :)
I think there was a distinct LACK of coordination by somebody last night for downtown activities. If you did manage to get a parking space and walk, it was easy to tell the source of the traffic...blue sweatshirts from Kentucky (IU/KY game), Pacer shirts (all scarily matched with khaki's and white tennis shoes), with a sprinkling of tuxes and formal gowns. I assume those were directed towards the Broadway show (our focus), symphony, and play that were all playing at the same time. You felt a part of a real city for once :)
08 December 2005
MMMMMMM
It's absolutely gorgeous out and the snow falls continuously over the trees outside my window. I sip my wine in comfort as Evanesence plays on my computer and I work comfortably on a website. The fire is crackling in the fireplace (does gas fires crackle? OK, maybe it's not crackling, per se), and I smell the mixture of Christmas tree and cranberry/vanilla candles. I smirk as various friends ring with updates on their multiple hour trip home because people in Indiana can't drive in snow, and of course the snow decided to start piling up at rush hour. Just when I thought it doesn't pay to stay home and do volunteer work, things like this remind me of the joys of being "stuck" home :)
It's absolutely gorgeous out and the snow falls continuously over the trees outside my window. I sip my wine in comfort as Evanesence plays on my computer and I work comfortably on a website. The fire is crackling in the fireplace (does gas fires crackle? OK, maybe it's not crackling, per se), and I smell the mixture of Christmas tree and cranberry/vanilla candles. I smirk as various friends ring with updates on their multiple hour trip home because people in Indiana can't drive in snow, and of course the snow decided to start piling up at rush hour. Just when I thought it doesn't pay to stay home and do volunteer work, things like this remind me of the joys of being "stuck" home :)
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