I don't really mean that. But kind of, I do.
Wake me when it's Christmas morning, all groggy and excited. Hey, at the very least, wake me day after tomorrow, because tomorrow is a day I'd rather sleep through.
I'm supposed to do an 8 hour defensive tactics class, followed by a shower and a quick change into party clothes for our annual detective unit party, which, this year, I'd just rather not go to. I just don't feel like it. Don't feel like getting up at 5:30 am to teach, don't feel like having to run home to clean up and change, don't feel like socializing with my coworkers. But I will.
Today disappeared.
Seriously, I woke up early enough and thought I had everything under control, and it just disappeared. Cooking, laundry, and 5 hours of trying to get video editing software to work so our youngest can do an extra credit project for her Spanish class. It's a damn good video, from what I've seen--it involves dinosaurs speaking Spanish at the intersection. Sadly, nothing worked, and so after a whole afternoon spent wrestling with the computer, and MizBubs, girl dynamo, running out to Best Buy to buy the newest version of software, we got nothing.
At least we had a good dinner: chicken breasts stuffed with prosciutto and swiss cheese, cabbage braised in red wine...tasty.
And we have a Sunday afternoon cocktail: the Caipirinha. We visited Binny's Saturday afternoon and bought our first bottle of Leblon Cachaca; they even threw in a recipe book and a muddler. The Caipirinha is a simple drink, muddled lime and sugar with Cachaca. Delicious.
Splotchy left for New Orleans today, to build houses for New Orleans Area Habitat For Humanity. He's doing good works, and I wish I was going with him. Hopefully, this year, the person sleeping next to him in the dorm won't be another FartMaster 3000. He had the misfortune, when we were down there last year gutting houses, to be stuck next to a guy who was both the most flatulent guy in the tent, as well as the loudest snorer. I dubbed the guy "FartMaster3000" and after a couple of days none of us could remember his real name any more.
Anyway, think about Splotchy this week, and if you want a charity to throw some money at this holiday season, seriously think about New Orleans Habitat For Humanity.
I'm hoping Splotchy makes it out on December 26. He's one of the best people you'll ever meet, and his wife is a sweetheart. Don't get me started on how cool their kids are.
It's funny, I got Splotchy heading off to do good deeds in my favorite city, and I been reading Jin's and Katy's accounts of their jaunt to Las Vegas. I'm suddenly struck with a case of travel envy.
Well, that's all for now. Hope everyone had a good weekend.
12 comments:
"Fartmaster3000," you are a nickname giver after my own heart.
that drink looks interesting. Travel envy did you not just get back from Vegas like 2 weeks ago?
Caipirinhas are YUMMY! I'm definitely swinging by chez Bubs now!
"I'm supposed to do an 8 hour defensive tactics class"
Oh, brother.
Look, dab some perfume on your shirt and come home three hours late. If you can survive the hundreds of oncoming blows, you are ready to take the pebble out of any Shaolin Temple Master's hand.
Those drinks look delicious. Travel envy? weren't you just in Vegas?
You could always blow off the office Christmas party, you know. That's what we did this weekend, and it sure felt great!
Oh, I love caipirinhas - they're almost as good as margaritas authenticas!
Tell Splotchy he's gotta make it on the 26th.
I just watched Bad Santa for the first time and this picture brings it to mind.
That video has potential. Post it if you can.
I miss Binny's! I'm going to have to find the makings for that drink here.
I have to wonder, why is it that workplaces feel so compelled to force social events like the office Christmas party? At least half the attendees are there because they have to be there.
Mine is tomorrow night and I'm so not looking forward to it. And in my position, I can't blow the damn thing off.
Too bad I don't know the fartmaster 3000. I could bring him and then there would be no more hoiday parties forever after!
Bubs,
I am somewhat of a videomaster on my apple computer. I can help #2 daughter edit her movie if needed. Call me on my cell if you want to try and do this. 847 650 1568.
Laura.
Laura, thanks. Sadly, it's too late. It was just a last minute extra credit thing. Hope you're on for the 26th!?
Dcup, ah Binny's...
Dcup and Barbara, I know what you mean about the parties. Normally I'd look forward to this one, just not Monday night.
As it turned out, I spent Monday night in the emergency room with my eldest, who fainted and passed out, cracking her head on the kitchen counter on her way down. She's fine now, after CT scans and EKG's and blood work. SO...I ended up not having to go to that party anyway.
Kirby, you shoulda seen the construction paper background they created. It reminded me of Pee Wee's Playhouse.
Coolcat, was it good? I still haven't seen it.
GKL, he knows. He's going to try.
Katy and Grant Miller, yes, I was just in Las Vegas. But I'm feeling kind of restless, and wouldn't mind going away again.
WP, good advice for any occasion. Thanks.
Lulu, we'll call you.
Dr MVM, thanks!
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