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Thank you for the gift, my dear adoring fan.
Wanted to do a hundred different things on Thursday, but the Missus was home and did everything shy of shackling me to the bed (and not in a good way). She proclaimed me Sick and You Should Be Sleeping, despite the fact I was sick but not enough to cripple me. It took most of the day for her to understand how un-sick I was. So, while helping clean and decorate the living room, I hear a soft "whump" on the front door followed by Maggie barking like mad and an Air Express delivery van speeding down the road. I open the door and find a small delivery bag. No ticking noises, no greasy stains or protruding wires, so I open it. In it is my first bit of blog adoration: a black T-shirt with the words "I’m blogging this" in white letters. I won’t reveal the giver (although they do read and post on here quite often), but I will do the next best thing: link to his friend’s comic book store web site that he maintains. For those looking for the match to my shirt, try here.
Not much else to report. The cold is making the standard progression from head to throat to chest cold. We’re currently in sore throat stage, my personal favorite. I can sound like Brando in the Godfather without trying and it gives me an excuse to gargle with the single malt scotch of my choosing.
We still have skatey-eight billion things to do before the holiday arrives. We’re having the in-laws over again this year. A welcome change from the road race between families, but the trade off is having to make the house look immaculate and do most of the cooking and baking. So far we have enough cookies to fuel a truckload of kindergartners for weeks. We also do the Meal of Seven Fishes (anyone else out there knows of this tradition?). Her mother is bringing crab cakes and we’re making the rest. Plenty of frying and broiling going on. By week’s end, we both look slightly sunburnt from stoking the fires under pots and checking items in the oven. Her grandmother, who was the one who got the ball rolling on bringing Christmas to our house last year and this, is balking about coming due to a fight with Mr. Wonderful (my father-in-law, who could warrant an entirely new blog or a book series, I can’t decide). My sister-in-law was supposed to drive Grandmom in place of the in-laws, but somehow her ex-boyfriend cajoled her into driving him up from Baltimore. It wouldn’t be the holidays without high levels of stress, anxiety, drama, and blood alcohol content.
And now, my blogging New Year’s resolutions, in no particular order:
- An improved blog! Well, just as soon as I learn HTML or get a bootleg version of Front Page.
- Photos! I finally wrangled some web site space and will be posting pics soon.
- Less chat about my personal hygiene and well being! Misery may love company, but not a 300 word essay on a root canal.
- A second blog! It will have nothing to do with the first, look nothing like this one and will be open only to members of my soon-to-be-incorporated super secret club!
- More unsubstantiated right wing beliefs!
- More mentions of Miles Davis! Because chicks dig Miles…
- More, more, more… man, you people are so needy.
If I can get the first four down, I’d be ecstatic. I’ll gladly settle for two of the four (photos is nearing a definite thing).
posted by: Jiggsy at 12/22/03 11:49 |
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