Buckling Down

Okay, the job hunt has begun in earnest. I have now been unemployed for 2 months, lack of confidence be damned. Any suggestions?

The Day After Sales

I love sales. I'm generally not a big shopper, but I can sniff out a bargain. Hence the giddy joy of after Christmas sales and dragging the b/f around the mall. Bath & Body Works needs to get the semi-annual sale in gear. I was disappointed. Same for Victoria Secret's. But I have new tennis shoes and jeans. I also dropped a good chunk of change at Sam's Club, but it will be a long time before I run out of toilet paper. Nothing says thanks for the Christmas cash like two-ply. On another fun Christmas cash note, I had a lot of bills to enter into Where's George? (See link to the right.)

Merry Christmas!

Ah, it's good to be home, especially after a pleasant drive on a warm day with no wind. Hope your Christmas is going as well as mine.

Lord Almighty, Home at Last

Ah, the joys of being back at my parents after driving for over 2 hours in really cold, really windy weather.

Oh, and I opened the box today. Less than thrilling.

Oh the Anticipation

There are certain things that I look forward to every Christmas. The million and one baked goods and candies that my mom makes. Ham. It's so much better than turkey. The tv specials (Emmit Otter's Jug Band Christmas, A Charlie Brown Christmas, and the Christmas episodes of Mr. Bean). The Christmas Story has been a favorite for years. My brother is the only person that I know who can recite the whole bit about the B.B. gun.

This year, it's all about the box on the coffee table. A cute little box, maybe 10 inches square and 5 inches deep. Decorative, but unwrapped. It's toying with my emotions. My boyfriend placed it there yesterday. Under the ceramic Christmas tree that I put up. In one of the rare moments moments of clear, unspoken communication, it is understood that I am not to touch this box. There be goodies inside. A friend told me today that it probably just contains a note saying that I shouldn't have looked inside.

How many days until Christmas?

Freaky Kitty

Jack has discovered a new hangout in our house, the bathroom. He just sits beside the tub for hours at a time. When we can't take it anymore and go in to remove him, he hides in the shelves under the sink. The door won't catch when closed, so he claws it open and claws up on a piece of floor.

Slightly Improved Blogger Spam

I need to get a job. Or a hobby. Preferably a job. Hey. Maybe Blogger could hire me to sniff out all the spam blogs.

All About Bathrooms

Sad News

Seeing
this blog reminds me of the sad news I got now. When you go to Krispy Kreme when the "Hot Now" sign is lit, they no longer give you the free donut fresh off the line. That's sad and wrong.

Really. Come on Now. At Least Get Some Different Templates.

Jeremy Adam's blog

Really Now. Enough of the Spammer Blogs.

Bob Jones's blog