deck the halls

Tis the season to be completely frazzled.  I’ll tell you.  When I got out of bed, chipper as could be this morning, I did not expect to be sitting in Starbucks as I am right now.  You seem, I’m working the mad, fourth quarter shuffle at work.  Time to get in that last minute revenue for the 2005.  Needless to say, things have been just a wee hair on the hectic side.  Oooh!! just now, my ‘s’ key decided to stop working.  Well, now its working again.  Sweet merciful lords.  Anyway, last night, after much wrapping of presents, I was awaked well past midnight finishing up things for work.   At one point in the evening, something had gone grievously wrong with the internet at home-base.  I didn’t realize the ramifications of this until it was 7:30am and I was flying around the house, packing, doing laundry, finishing last minute top-secret-gift-stuff, drinking coffee, jumping over cats, howling with the beagle (because that is just fun).   With dawning horror, I realize  I could not upload any files to work, or anywhere for that matter.  Why? Because god apparently hates me.  Or at least, hates the idea of me successfully multitasking.

If he and Santa are in cahoots – I will actually be pissed off.  I’ve earned this holiday, so help me.

I threw on a hat (because my hair is going every which way and I look like the wild man of borneo – with good hair).   And out the door I went, into the neighborhood Starbuck’s.  Did you know it costs you money to get on the internet there?

Neither did I.

But, desperate times call for desperate measures.  I winced and paid – and voila, I could upload my precious files to work.  Where does that put me now? Aside in a really, really irritated place? I still have to finish up stuff at home, finish packing, curse a little bit.  So, I say, come on Mukesh, send me that last file I so desperately need and I will go to the pub and rejoice for as long as it takes me to drink one of those drinks and get home.

In all truth, I love the holidays.  I might be losing my mind at the moment, but my spirits are good.  Life couldn’t be much better than it is right now.
Happy Holidays!!
Wahooooooooo!

from svelt to sweatpants, winter's delicious excess

It’s really cold out. I mean really damn cold. The kind of cold that makes you want to cower in your favorite pub until spring. With the frosty weather comes an undeniable urge to eat as much as possible – probably that ol’ survival instinct kicking in. Insulation = warmth. It’s unnatural to eat salads and exercise during the gelid months of winter. Pizza-gorging, beer consumption, and couch surfing are habits laced throughout the human genome waiting eagerly for the mercury to drop. You can feel the first tickle of the gluttonous-side of self-preservation when the leaves start to change and fall. Thanksgiving gets things going full force. It boggles the mind. One week you feel guilty because you put feta cheese on your walnut vinaigrette salad, the next week you find it completely acceptable to eat a chopsteak covered in creamy mash potatoes, Swiss cheese, and bacon.

Holy shit.

That sounds good.

Its funny – even the cats and dogs are getting plump. I don’t think they’re living under the edict that “everything shall be covered in cheese”. Although, if King could figure out how to manipulate the cheese grater, he’d probably kick the kibble up a notch. BAM! I don’t think I need to name the two dogs that have been working extra hard at finding frozen treats in the backyard – cheese or no.