Wow.

I can't believe it's Christmas Eve already!! Seriously, where has the year gone?? It seems just like yesterday we were putting the tree up and decorating for Christmas and now I don't even have everything wrapped yet and tomorrow's the big day! EEK!

BIL is coming over for a little dinner with us tonite and our house is still a mess (as usual), bills and junkmail are strewn on the kitchen table and the living room is disheveled (as is the rest of the house). And here I sit, talking about it! Guess I better get busy.

BTW, apparently Keith has a little more shopping to do and I swear I heard him snoring in the living room just a minute ago. I have a tiny bit more myself.

Perhaps I should names this post "Procrastination," instead?

A Night of fun!

So I finally dragged Keith out to Six Flags Holiday in the Park yesterday. Since I hadn't been there in two years, I was looking forward to seeing soem old friends. Not only did I accomplish that but I soaked in some of that Holiday cheer and the changes (for the better!) at the park.

Wha????

My head is completely underwater and I begin kicking and flapping my arms to get back up. But I am further under than I thought I was. Oops. So I exhale but there's not much in my lungs and I continue to scissor-kick my feet to break surface ASAP.

I finally broke the surface and took a breath, but there's still a problem. I'm. still. ascending. I opened my eyes and saw the pool way below me and the people looked small. I think they were looking up at me. Then I saw clouds right in front of me. oh God. I was now becoming very scared. When I attempted to inhale again I couldn't. The air was too thin. The planet was looking smaller. I saw the atmosphere. Tried to breathe again to no avail. I began to panic, still ascending.

Open, eyes, OPEN! I woke up. Thankfully, it was just a dream.

So I know this is a day late and all but I just had to share this.

Yesterday, sometimes between when my alarm went off and my snooze alarm was getting ready to, I had a very strange dream, as you can see.

Keith has a theory about it and his is TTC-related. It may be. Could also be work-related... anyone else have any thoughts?

Sadly I can't remember last night's dreams- I was going to try to remember them but got distracted in the process by a TV, on the other side of the house, loud enough to wake the neighbors. Men.

YAY BUSH!!

No, I haven't gone gay. *crickets chirping* Ok, that was a lousy one. Never mind.

I'm sure you've heard by now, President Bush pushed through an auto "bailout" (as the media like to call it) to save GM and Chrysler (for now).

Thank you Dubya! By doing this, you just saved literally millions of jobs (for the time being). You realize, unlike the nose-pickers in congress right now (some thankfully about to leave), that this kind of a loss (losing the auto industry) would wreak major havoc on our economy.  You realize that any sort of "plan" from these guys for long-term viability is a long-term project, not one that can be whipped up together in, oh, two weeks. Thank you for your intelligence, I hope Obama lets you pass it on to him. Not that he's not intelligent, he's just too far left! 'Nuf said there. Thank you again!

This wasn't intended to be a letter to President Bush, but a rave, but as I typed it I felt like molding it more into a letter to him. I am trying to set aside my cynicism toward Pres.-Elect Obama, but the more I see about his plans, the harder that is to do. More on that later.

Well, Well...

Last night Keith and myself were getting ready to meet with some of his co-workers for some fun and wouldn't you know, literally the minute I even considered putting some makeup on, some stupid bird had to come along, sit down and fart on our power line. Go figure. I mean, the lights going out on us literally the minute I am going to go put my make-up on, what kind of sign is that? Fortunately for me (and everybody else around me, trust me) the place we got to was not the brightest-lit. Phew.

Once inside we met a few people who had already arrived and chilled out, talking about, of all things, how we met our spouses. Once others arrived we headed to the alley and did some bowling. I started out pretty lousy as neither Keith nor I had bowled for literally a couple of years. It took me a few tries to again get the position right, but after I literally fell flat on my butt after slipping on those shoes I said no more, heading immediately to get Keith and myself a beer. Worked like a charm. My game improved about half a beer later, with me actually hitting pins.

By the end of the second round the beer wore off and my game looked more like it did when I had first started, so Keith and I picked up and went off to the arcade, where we played ourselves silly in racing games and games of skill.

This morning I am a little sore from that dang bowling. LOL