je vous veux au joyeux noel

. . . et une bonne anne!

rubber ducky

We are receiving much needed rain. And it looks like it's going to follow us all of the way home. Slushy.

I've got the presents wrapped in garbage bags, but it seems inevitable that they will get wet while taking them to the car. So our pretty presents will be splotchy by the time they get home. C'est la vie, my family; you'll be getting spotted presents this year.

I'm working a half day and then coming home to finish packing my toiletries and the car. We hope to be in (C6H12O6+H2O) mid-morning tomorrow. I'm chomping at the bit to be home, in the land of dial-up internet.

I'll catch you on the flip-side... try to stay dry.

random facts

This is the 474th post to the haiku. It's had approximately 14,656 views in 17 months. An arduous copy and paste task has yielded a 361 page (single-spaced) word document of the blog in print for its computer-illiterate fans. (That's a word count of 125,468!)

Over the last year I've noticed several bloggers who are trying to peddle their wares to publishers. They hope to be noticed like the actress-waitress at the greasy dive outside of Hollywood. They want to blog about their stupid dog or their "unique" view of life, and they want to think that their take on the world is worthy of binding and selling to other people. It's a great pipe dream*, and although that would be neat, I'm not quitting my day job.

I'm just proud that there are a few people who care enough about my antics, which really aren't that fancy, to make the effort to upload this blog and read it. This whole blog thing started out as a way to communicate with some friends in different parts of the country, but it's morphed into a filtered hobby.

Dear Reader, as hokey as it sounds, thanks for stopping by (time and again), for commenting, for calling me out in real life about things that I've written here. I know it's no big deal and that you only hang around for an average of a minute and a half, but it's a golden minute for me.

Thanks for making it worth my while.

* That was a hard level in Super Mario Brothers. The flying red turtles were tough to get past.

holiday travel

Christmastime is calling, "Traffic! Traffic!"

Here's hoping that everybody's upcoming travel plans are as smooth as greased lightening.

PS: For your own safety, you may want to stay off of I-40 (Eastbound) Wednesday night after 5pm (CST) and Thursday moring until about noon (EST). We're going to tear it up.

futuristic wishes

It won't be long before we make our long trip home... (Wednesday after I get off of work we'll make the 14 hour drive to east TN for progressive Christmas celebrations.) But while we're gone there will be some big fancy celebratory days we should mention: anniversaries.

Two big anniversaries, to be exact: On the 21st my parents celebrate their wedding anniversary. On the 22nd my number one LBG blog-reading-fans will celebrate their wedding anniversary, too.

Congrats, yall. The well-wishes are early, but we won't have our wireless connection to make more timely wishes then. So this is your early version. Tada.

And as long as we're wishing things early, we hope everybody enjoys their holiday celebrations.

ready, set, party

The Hater and I have been faking the Christmas spirit in the 70 degree weather the past couple of days. Last night we started at his work party... and bowed out after a couple of hours for party number two... and left there for get-together number three.

We slept late this morning and finished up shopping things in time to make my work party tonight. Little Brother has come over and we're all watching football. (and ultimate fighting during the commercial breaks)

Little Brother is antagonizing me. The Hater is playing bartender. We're trying to soak up the football as long as we can.

Tomorrow we're having our party and present-opening celebration... so we can play with our stuff before we go home for parties 2-6, or 6-8 depending if you count work parties are parties... and a partridge in a pear tree.