Vacation
The condition of vacating.
That would be me.
Vacating work.
Just for one day, but still.
“Vacation all I ever wanted, Vacation have to get away….”
Oh the Go-Go’s. So 80’s, yet so applicable today.
Enjoy the holiday! I’ll be back on Monday.
Category: latent childhood
In Lieu Of a Bonus
Yesterday, after a oh-so-very-long day at work, I did what busy worker bees have done for years…
I went home and whined to my spouse.
The Good Man was very considerate, listened to my tale of woe, made sure I had dinner and tucked me into bed with a “maybe tomorrow will be better.”
Well, he was right. Tomorrow, now known as today, has been *much* better.
The tipoff that today might be a bit different began when I saw a strange truck in the parking lot, located in one of the front spots.
So, you know, curious as I am, I made my over to the assigned area and got in line.
After about a half hour of waiting, I got to see what the hubbub was all about.
Yeah. They call that the Commissioner’s Trophy. You know, nothing much…they just hand it out to the team that wins the World Series**.
No big deal right? Just a hunk of metal.
Let me tell you this, I’ve been within inches of an Oscar, a Grammy and two Emmys.
They got nothing on this little beauty. NOTHING! The Commissioner’s Trophy glows and shimmers and giggles with glee.
Or maybe that was me giggling. Hard to know.
Anyhow, when I got to the front of the line, I handed my camera to a decidedly NON photographer so she could take a blurry and out of focus shot of me with the trophy.
Forgive me readers, this is a terrible photograph. But we were only allotted one and this is it.
Just know this…blurry though it may be, make no mistake, I’m very, very happy.
(why do my eyes look so funky? Gah! Couldn’t I look cute for just ONE minute, but noooo, geek girl looks geeked out)
My employer pays reasonable but not large salaries and rare bonuses. But this, this was TOTALLY worth that long, mean, very bad day yesterday!
**To my readers outside the US, I do realize that to call a sporting event a “World Series” in which twenty nine US and one Canadian team competes is rather audacious.
This is a test, this is only a test
This is a test. For the next several words, this blog will conduct a test of the Blog Reader Awakedness System. This is only a test.
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A tree falls in the forest, what time did the train leave the station?
Explain quantum physics using only six words and pantomimes.
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If this had been an actual blog post, there would have been an actual premise, some witty prose, and an insightful conclusion.
This week’s Theme Thursday is “test.”
Revised Sentiments
Since I’m still in that obnoxious happy Holiday mood, I’ve been listening to my own mix tape of fave Christmas tunes in my car to and from work.
I don’t play them much at home. Not sure The Good Man would go for piping all my insane Xmas cheer into the house.
Aaaaanyhow, this morning I was listening to the George Strait song, “Christmastime in Texas” and the line “it might look just like a summer day” which, of course, made me think of Christmas in New Mexico. I think there was snow on Christmas just once when I was growing up, and that was all melted off by noon.
Christmas in New Mexico was more like sixty-five degrees and shorts and a tshirt to play with my new toys outside.
I’ve always loved all the standard Christmas tunes, but hey, to a New Mexico kid, they don’t really apply.
So I decided to tinker with some of the classics to give them more of a New Mexico vibe.
Here just a few, feel free to add your own!
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“Up on a Housetop”
Up on a rooftop, stick stick stick, tar paper roof laid on too thick
“Walking in a Winter Wonderland”
Walking in a surprisingly summerlike wonderland
“Silent Night”
Silent night, holy HELL my neighbor’s yard decorations are bright
“White Christmas”
I’m dreaming of a red or green Christmas. Green please, with a fried egg on top. Pass the tamales. (whoops, lost the natural rhythm of the song there….thoughts of Christmas tamales will do that to me)
“Let it Snow”
Oh the weather outside is windy, and the weeds are very tumbly, and since we’ve no place to go, let it blow, let it blow, let it blow
“The Christmas Song”
Calf’s nuts roasting on an open fire, branding iron nipping at your flanks
(yeah, ok, so winter isn’t exactly branding season, but go with me here!)
“Jingle Bells”
Paper bags, paper bags, burning in my yard
“Frosty the Snowman”
Nobby the mud tires, on a very four wheel truck,
with a four on the floor and a headache rack,
and two headlights made out of halogen
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Ah, mud tires and a headache rack. Now that’s what Christmas means to me.
Really, it can’t be helped
Uh oh. I went and did it again.
It was ANOTHER boring conference call.
And the marker board…it calls to me.
It’s my employer’s fault for giving me such a nice big marker board and a full accoutrement of colorful markers.
It can’t be helped. It really can’t.
Herewith, my latest seasonal doodle (click photo for larger size):
All the peppermint sticks and sugar cookies might be getting to me, ya know?