outta here till 2007
If I didn't say it to you in person or via card, have a Merry Christmas (or fill in the holiday of your choosing) and most certainly a fabby New Year. I am full of hope that 2007 will be better than 2006. It's gotta be, right?
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If I didn't say it to you in person or via card, have a Merry Christmas (or fill in the holiday of your choosing) and most certainly a fabby New Year. I am full of hope that 2007 will be better than 2006. It's gotta be, right?
Why my horrorscope sometimes spooks me (it is right way too often):
Those of you who know me in an everyday kind of way know that I love to go out to get coffee. I started doing this regularly when I moved to Seattle (surprise surprise) and have continued the tradition here in H-town. There are times when I order something really rich and crazy and times that I just get regular coffee. Those coffee times are the worst. I cannot wait to drink the coffee, so no matter how hot it is I scald my tongue. Sometimes I do it more than once before the coffee is cool enough to drink.
Listening to a mix cd my friend gave me long ago a Metallica song came on, which made me think of my mother and her obsession with Jason Newstead. Long ago she dated a man named Val, who had a son named Mike. One of my high school best friends dated Mike and I was also friends with him. Mike knew Jason so my mom got interested in him and Metallica by proxy. Then I was thinking about how Mike reminded me of a heavy metal Leif Garrett and that's when I realized that he was the dude whose name I was trying to remember a few weeks ago.
My phone rang this morning at 6:30am. NOrmally I would probably be up and around by then but this has been a week of little sleep, so I was dreaming about writing something or other, some kind of test maybe, and the blaring phone wrenched me right out of that. The worst part is that whoever it was didn't say anything. I checked the area code and it was western Maryland. Now I don't know a danged person in Maryland, at least no one with my phone number. I wish people who dial wrong numbers would at least apologize or make up a funny story.
Friend, to me: "Have you ever tried that dating service E-Harmony?"
I couldn't figure out why people kept insisting that I was about to move away until I reread my post from last Friday. I am very much a "the decision has not been made until I actually make it" kind of person so I was perplexed, but now I understand. Let me say it loud and clear to anyone who cares: I love my job and I (gasp!) really like living in Houston. Whenever I say that people cringe, but they have not experienced the sweet bliss that is driving down the freeway after work with the windows down in December.
My friend recently became the creative director at Unhinged Productions. This is a great little theatre company here in H-town that deserves your support. Check them out!
I've been chastised and flayed so much in the past 24 hours that I had to wear long sleeves today. I can't say any of it was undeserved, but it was hard to take in such a short time period. The bright spot is that I think (hope, hope) that I know where everyone stands now and can begin to work things out. There's been a lot of soul-searching going on over in Ranch Ranger.
Wahoo, I finally finished Eragon. I had to put it away for an entire week while traveling, which was maddening because I only had about 25 pages left to read. Anyway, now I can safely watch all of those trailers and plan my trip to see it. Anyone want to go with me?
As I may have mentioned here before, our department has decided to celebrate Festivus this year. Part of the Festivus tradition is the airing of the grievances. We are thinking that an office party may not be the best place for such an event, so we are going to go with the pole, exchanging unwanted or unneeded items, and a lot of food. Oh, and there is a song, apparently.
Well, it's Friday. I'm sitting at my friend's house, petting a borrowed kitten and listening to Townes Van Zandt. There is nothing like time and distance to add a twinge of bitterness to things.
Another zinger from my horrorscope:
I was listening to the Chenille Sisters song this morning, The Love of Your Life, and I realized that it reminded me so much of the ex. Give it a listen and see if you know what I mean. There are so many good songs on this album, like Help! I'm Turning Into My Parents, which is something most of us 30-somethings have lamented at one time or another. I only have the album on tape, though, and my only tape player is on the house, which oddly enough is the place I'm least likely to listen to music.