Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.
Archive for December, 2006
Nate and I made it back to LA last night, thank god. I managed to get us on an earlier flight - a good thing, since our original flight didn’t end up leaving until almost 9pm. The landing into Burbank was the most turbulent I’d ever sat through - up, down, side to side. I thought I was going to hurl.
All the turbulence was due to the nearly 50mph winds through the valley last night. Winds so strong, we actually lost a fairly good size limb off of one of our trees. It landed across our neighbor’s driveway. And another one of our trees has two limbs that are now resting very precariously on another tree. That one we need to call a tree service for.
I didn’t manage to get any pictures of the fallen limb before Hawk started cutting it up (it was too big to move on it intact), but here it is in many pieces:
Here you can see where the limb ripped away from the trunk:
Nothing caps off Christmas like a two hour flight delay on the way home.
Hello, airport bar. Thank you for being you. You complete me.
And a big shout out to whoever invented WiFi.
Now if I could just find a power outlet for my laptop.
Whether or not you and your family celebrate Christmas, I hope on this day you are happy, safe and loved. I know I am.
Our family gathering is now complete that we have picked up my brother from the airport, and now we commence with the preparations for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I just made Peppermint Ice Cream (yum!) that will be served with profiteroles and hot fudge sauce (double yum!) on Christmas Eve. We are going to decorate the Christmas tree in a little while, and this afternoon I am going to go have coffee with my old friend that I just got back in contact with. I spoke with her on the phone a little while ago and it was like no time had passed at all. Very cool.
I thought this was a very interesting, if not terribly, terribly depressing article - The Year’s Most Overhyped and Underreported stories. I don’t know exactly what these things all say about who we are as a country, I just know it’s not good. At all.
J.K. Rowling has released the name of the final book in the Harry Potter series. And she says she’s still working on writing it. *Sigh* I can’t wait. I love these books. But I’ll be so sad when I finish the seventh book, because that will be, literally, all she wrote (see how clever I am?).
We had our annual Christmas party last night, and it was wonderful, as always. We had quite a large crowd, and things didn’t really wind down until about 1am. Count on the young’uns (my brother, his girlfriend and his roommate) to help us close out the night. To be fair, a whole bunch of people left at once and I told Nate they couldn’t leave yet, because we were drunk and weren’t done being social.
I’m moving a little slow today due to copious consumption of champagne, but I’m not in as bad of shape as Hawk, who drank nothing but red wine and is huuuuuuuurting. I’ll stick to the bubbly, thanks.
Here are some photos from the night:
Alicia, Tony, Kristen and Cooper
Dan and Jeremy
Nate and Kate
I am The Beastmaster. I can summon them to do my bidding, so you better watch out…
Maggie and her tongue. Nothing to do with the party, but I thought this was a cute picture.
I bought this really cute little top to give my brother-in-law’s girlfriend’s daughter (too complicated? “My best friend’s sister’s boyfriend’s brother’s girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who’s going with this girl…”) for Christmas. When I went to wrap it tonight, it was not in the closet where I’ve been keeping all my holiday purchases. I tore that closet apart and the damn thing is nowhere to be found. I’ve come up with two possibilities:
1) The kittens got ahold of it and hid it somewhere. This may seem like a longshot, but Jethro in particular is fond of stealing things and hiding them. I have no idea where any of my pens are.
2) The Merry Maids took it when they were here cleaning over the weekend. But, as Hawk points out, we have much nicer stuff laying around, and why would they risk getting caught and losing their jobs over a kid’s t-shirt? I have no idea, all I know is, I can’t find the fucking shirt.
I’m sure this will be one of those things where a month from now I’ll open some drawer and there it will be, but for now I’m baffled. I HATE misplacing things. It makes me feel like I’m going insane, and I have enough in my life that makes me feel crazy, I don’t need the additional bother of losing a ten dollar t-shirt somewhere within the five rooms of my house to add to that.
