A little about a lot

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Best Christmas Carols

Yes, I do realize it's not December yet.

My Top 10: (today)
1. O Holy Night
2. Carol of the Bells
3. Oh Come, All Ye Faithful
4. O Come, O Come Emmanuel
5. Joy to the World
6. Silent Night
7. The First Noel
8. White Christmas
9. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
10. I'll be Home for Christmas

What are your favorites?

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

We've resorted to threats

In my family, it is nearly impossible to get Christmas lists from the Mother and the Father.

Mom's list this year includes: 1. Rugs for her kitchen (wait - she already bought some for herself) and 2. A teapot.

A teapot .... sigh.

With Dad, it's often something like: "Just to have both my kids home." This year he wants a Marine Corps flag. I'm wondering if this will be like the Marine Corps rock that he could've had for free, but thought it would be better for brother and I to buy it for him for Father's Day.

A flag ... sigh.

And lets not let brother off the hook just yet. So far, his list includes two items: The new Stephen King book and the new Pearls before Swine book.

But, brother has somewhat redeemed himself from his very wimpy attempt at a Christmas list. In a last-ditch effort to motivate some really good gift ideas, he's resorted to threats. And its not even December.

From brother to sister:
"Send me your Christmas list. Otherwise, you are getting a beige yuppie pullover from Banana Republic."

From brother to father:
"We need a Christmas list. If you don't give us any good ideas (or if your ideas are only "to have your kids home for christmas" or something lame like that) we are going to get you an "Over-50-And-Feeling-Foxy" t-shirt and insist that you wear it when we go pick out the Christmas tree."

From brother to mother:
"We need your Christmas list. If you don't give us any good ideas, I'm buying you a boa constrictor."

From sister to brother and SIL:
"We need your Christmas lists.

If you don’t send them, we’re getting you matching pink, rabbit-hair earmuffs with the Playboy Bunny on them to keep your little ears warm on your way to work.

We’ll also get you a dancing monkey (wait, we’ve already done that), a glow-in-the-dark velvet Jesus poster (obviously regifted) and a bag of pens.

It’s very possible dad will also send you the DVD “Gorillas in the Mist.”

Other possibilities will be: Socks. (ugly ones), books you’ve already read, perfume that makes you nauseous and old-n-ugly nick-nacks that we’ll expect to be prominently displayed every time we come to your home. Forever."


I love my family.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

I'm thankful for...

Ok, so it's cliche and it' s also a day early, but I don't get paid for this, so I can post cliche and untimely stuff.

I'm most thankful for God's grace and His presence in my life. I'm overwhelmingly thankful for the blessing of my mom, my dad, my brother and sister (in law) and my grandparents. I'm thankful for my extended family - both by blood and by love.

But there are other things that I'm thankful for that need to be said, at least once:
Diet Coke
pens that work really well
down comforters
living in a democracy
nature
happy and helpful cashiers
a good pair of blue jeans
that I have health insurance
the Internet
a healthy body
Cedar Ridge Christian Church
ponytail holders
cowboys
bookstores
a really good steak with some potatoes and maybe some corn
mascara
hands-free headsets


And the list could go on and on and on.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 16, 2006

More about my teeth

So, I went to the dentist today.

This marks the first time in ... I don't know ... four years maybe.

I have a vague memory of going to a dentist in Abilene and I think it was when I was in college - but it could've been when I was in high school. Ugh.

Anyhow, I went to Dr. B. in a new dentist office I watched being built this summer. This place was amazing.

First, they had a flat screen TV in the waiting area. They were playing Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.

I waited approximately 1 minute and went right into do x-rays (amazing, I know.) Then I went into a little cubby area with a chair ( a really soft, leather - ok, probably pleather - chair) and they put a pillow under my knees and covered my legs with a fleecy blanket. I almost wanted to go back to sleep.

There was another flat screen TV in the cubby area and they were playing Batman on it - the one with Michael Keaton and the Joker.

They took digital pics of my mouth and teeth and then could display them on the flatscreen so I could see what the dentist was talking about. It was so frigging cool.

Then, when they were cleaning my teeth, they started playing Pirates of the Caribbean.

I never wanted to leave.

The bad news - I have to have my wisdom teeth out and I have three cavities. Somehow, I feel like I should apologize to my mother for having cavities.

So, sorry mom.

Love,
Eeds

(oh wait, one more thing - they told me they could give me local anesthetic when I get my cavities filled (which I opted for). They also offered to put me COMPLETELY under, or to give me Valium so that I would "be awake, but you just won't care about anything."

Maybe I could ask them to give me some take-home Valium for next year's election season...)

Monday, November 13, 2006

How do you forget to brush your teeth?

Hi.

I forgot to brush my teeth this morning.

Not really sure how that happened.

I've chewed three pieces of gum so far, but I don't think it's helping.

ugh.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Find a happy place

Have I mentioned that I hate election season?

It seems like I have...sounds familiar doesn't it? Oh wait. Yeah - look two posts down. THERE IT IS!

So, to review - I hate election season. Luckily, the bulk of the work I had to do for the Nov. 7 election ran today and is out of my mind forever and ever...or so I thought.

Today I was beckoned into the office of the "big boss." Beckoned might not really be the right word. It was more like:

Him: "Eeds!"

Me: Have a heart attack and minimize Internet, which is tuned "amalah queen of everything" blog. Stand. Search extremely messy deesk for pad and pen (never, ever go to a meeting with an editor without pencil and paper.) No pens...no pens...NO PENS! WHERE ARE MY FRICKING PENS? Finally grab broken koozie full of pens and choose LEAST favorite one. The rest fall out of the bottom of the Koozie. Shuffle into big boss office.

Him: You are doing the house race wrap up story for the daily on election night. I am your editor.

Me: Blink...blink...BREATHE..."Great!"

Him: "This is what you need to do: Yabada yabada yabada yabada A-matter schnicklfit loolig flipperysnicket ta ta ta stainkerloopy hogglogg Democrat. OK?"

Me: "Sure. How long does it need to be?"

Him: "much, much longer than you'd expect. Also, it would make things a lot easier if you'd attach the ramamamamamamama lewstroidicky and unruhklin plasertippit the wevroooooom. Do that today, ok?"

Me: "No problem." shuffling out of office.

So now I'm eating cookies that someone brought in for Halloween - yesterday - and listening to Christmas music. Find a happy place, find a happy place, find a happy place.

The good thing about this is that I'm the only reporter my age who gets her own story - so looks like they trust me. The bad thing is that the wrap up story includes a kazillioan races (26) and I'm only familiar with five of them. Damn it...should've been reading the paper, I guess.