Something Shiny

Matt and I splurged a few days after Christmas. Unexpectedly.

Our old HP kicked its final bucket, after numerous miraculous revivals... And we were literally in the electronics store the next day.

It's not as if we don't have a desktop in the house. Yep, we still had access to the outside world.

...The honest truth?

The crashing of the our laptop basically meant we couldn't blog/fark/email/facebook in front of the tv. It meant we would have to drag our happy asses to the back of the house, into our secluded, tv-less, spouse-less office.

So that alone merited the blowing of a couple hundred dollars. And here I sit with my shiny, new, fancy ass, wide screen HP notebook in my lap... As I'm curled up in my recliner.

And all is right with the world.

Candy Canes

Well, the stocking contents are scattered across the carpet. Matt's back in bed. And I'm sitting here with my Kahlua and coffee, watching the dogs tear into their Christmas gifts.....

Raw hide candy canes. Never fail. ...Although it did take Wynn a minute to remember she had to work a little to get to the good stuff. It's been a year since she's last indulged. Thel, on the other hand, dug right in.

Matt stuffed my stocking with Burberry perfume and an ornament from Papyrus. ......Yep, I caught me a good one.

Warm Wishes

Happy Christmas!

...I spent my Eve sleeping and baking and watching/re-watching A Christmas Story on some 24-hour tv marathon. I produced roughly 130 of the chocolate chip cookies I grew up on. 130! ...Straight out of my Memaw's cookbook. Is it lame that I'm kind of excited to finally be that neighbor?... You know, the one who drops off home-made cookies and a cute little note? Look at me, I get a day off and transform into Holly Homemaker.

Since we've decided to skip the whole gift-giving thing this year, I decided mass amounts of sugar might help fill the void. Sugar and butter. Lots of butter.

Matt and I did stuff each other's stockings in lieu of big gifts this year. I had a little fun with it. Got him an Optimus Prime figurine after we saw the movie and he was all excited about it... Got him a few airplane-sized bottles of Jack D. A little inside joke involving nearly every plane ride I've witnessed Matt take over the course of the past 6 years. Lots of candy, of course.... And another PSP game. We do an ornament exchange every year too... Which is funny because we have yet to put a full-sized tree up. Ever. ...In due time, I suppose.

Well, better get some sleep. I have a long, hard day of couch-potatoing and stuffing myself silly tomorrow.

Warm wishes to you and yours...

An Abstract Mr. Kringle

Over the weekend, I finally got some Christmas decorations up. My Christmas bin was like a huge gift in itself... I completely forgot about all the decor I bought last year.

I pulled out this little man and fell in love with him all over again. ...He does have a Christmas Tree friend, not pictured, that stands about two inches shorter than him, but the whole abstract vibe is what makes this set my favorite. ...So much so that they sit on my entry way table and are the first to greet the incoming....

How to Deal with a Bitch for a Coworker

I've been working for a week and a day now... Training with three other people, two of them being of the male gender. The first day went really well. The other girl and I went to lunch... Expressed how nice it'd be to have a friend at work. ...And I can't decide if her sentiments were genuine, or if she was just conniving from the beginning.

But the next day brought on a rain of passive-aggressive, catty-ass behavior. Hit me like a brick.

Only thing I can chalk it up to is the primitive womanly instinct to compete. Perhaps she feels threatened. Perhaps she's pms'ing. Perhaps she's just a bitch.

My point of this thread, because she's not worth much more of the strain on my fingertips, is... The way to deal with a bitch for a coworker is to put her in her place one time, to make her aware that you are capable of pushing back.

Then to sit back and watch her spin her wheels. Her issues are obviously with herself... Might as well appreciate their entertainment value.

Curlers Are Out...

This weekend we threw a party..... We were kind of tired of the usual 'fiesta' or italian-themed parties and opted for something a little more... Fresh.

To prepare, Matt and I visited Good Will, the 99 Cent Store and Walmart. Our decorations consisted of a Good Year banner, indoor mismatched Christmas lights, beer cans dispersed across the room, an American flag, 2-liter soda bottles with tops cut off and fake flowers put in as center pieces, Jerry Springer on the tube, tarps as table cloths, and a rope strung across the room with some lingerie and a Lynyrd Skynyrd tshirt hanging. Refreshments included Ding Dongs, HoHos, Twinkies, as well as crackers and squeeze cheese, Pabst Blue Ribbon and boxed wine..... So yeah. Have you guessed the theme yet? ....Here's another hint: There were contests for best dressed, arm wrestling and beer chugging with scratchers for prizes.

Ha! White Trash it was.

Nutritious and classy refreshments.

Drying some laundry. (Not sure whose panties those are.)

I went for bright blue eyeshadow, my hair in curlers, a wife beater (of course), some boxers, Matt's torn up robe, and some slippers. Matt did a trucker cap with a wife beater and a flannel vest. Thelma and Wynn also opted for wife beaters, with an American flag bandana and pink bandana, respectively.

Wynn in her beater.

We had a great turn out. And some VERY spirited costumes. ....And thankfully no ambulances this time.

The next-day damage.

Something had to suffer....

I suppose without the luxury of being an all-day homebody, the frequency of my postings have and will suffer.

This working thing is draining. ...How soon we (I) forget.

Even when I was working, I was spoiled with leaving at 3, and cruising in at 9. My boss worked out of Irvine, and let's just say he wasn't one for micromanagement. Which, of course, was fine by me.

This job is boot camp by comparison.

It is, however, growing on me. There's a whole competitive side that I'm getting into... Sales may not be my strong suit. But that's because I never chose for it to be.

That's right. I'm gonna kick some ass and take some names. ......Along with some enrollment applications.

Most Certainly a Product of the Y Generation

Not that I plan on blogging from work (wouldn't want to be 'dooced' so soon), or facebooking, or farking... But we don't even have our login codes yet. At a technical school.

So far we've spent the majority of our time either in a conference room or on our feet wandering, trying to find random people to bother. We've had a lot of luck with people acting not bothered until today... Some dude with Star Wars posters on his wall, an enormous silver-tinsel Christmas tree display on his filing cabinet and Madonna's Vogue playing in the background decided that our 7-minute delay merited a meeting cancellation. We caught him half way out the door, and let's just say he wasn't one for good first impressions. ....Although, I think I half way forgave him/understood once he explained his major was engineering. Perhaps I should be thankful that out of the 20 people we're expected to interview, that's been our only hang up so far.

Tangent.

Point being, I'm not used to not sitting in front of a computer all day. I am most certainly a child of the Y Generation. I feel nekkid without my blackberry. On the table. Next to me. ...Let alone no computer until I get home at night..........

I did, however, finally get to see where I'm sitting. And my cubicle is THANKFULLY not the one situated directly in front of the entrance, with the computer screen basically staring anyone that opens the door in the face.