Googling yourself

As far as someone looking up me on the internet, you don't get much...unless you're convinced I play in the NBA. And at my height, that dream died several years ago. But I suppose that's good incase of future employers trying to find dirt on me. Unless they found this blog, and found out I hate everyone and everything, and am lazy, and am addicted to peanut butter.

Oh God I love peanut butter.

But I haven't allowed myself any in almost two years. Well, except for that one time. PB Loco is worth the breakdown.

I hate being sick on a long weekend. But I also hate being sick at work, so it's really a no win situation.

My 1.843 year old nephew has learned the word "what?", which was great for a fun Thanksgiving argument with him just saying, "What?" back and forth for a few minutes, before he got distracted by rubber ducks. And that kid ate so many rolls...he needs his gluten to grow.

I actually cooked Thanksgiving dinner for the second year in a row, because I'm the best turkey cook in the family. I put extra care into it, brining it, and putting butter compounds under the skin and such, as a reflex because my mother-in-law will otherwise just microwave the turkey.

I'm not joking, she actually does do that.

I only got 5 people to ask me if I celebrate American Thanksgiving this year, 4 asked if I celebrated Canada Thanksgiving (with a smirk, because it's not the REAL Thanksgiving, and is somewhere below Columbus Day in importance), 3 who asked why we even have a Thanksgiving in October, and none who have yet asked me this year if/when we celebrate Christmas in Canada. Yet. So far only 3 people have asked me that question since I've moved to the States, and all were over the age of 30.

That's a lot of numerical data. I'll let you soak that in for awhile.

Yuletime tidings

I'm trying not to get frustrated at people emailing me, "Put 'O Little Town of Bethlehem' on your carol page", and filling up my carol request email box with stuff the meant they didn't look for 5 seconds before emailing me. And I forget why I let that address get deactivated from not wanting to check it....

I'm just tired and cranky. At least they don't swear as much at me as they used to when the Halloween page was more popular. Must be because of the difference in holidays. I ain't going to complain about somehow having an actually popular webpage, unlike this one.

Well, actually, I just DID complain. But anyway, it must be because of my old age.

I accidently made fun of someone for having an ulcer today at work. Then I laughed at them anyway, because at that point, hell, why not.

Ever replace someone at a job who used to make a really good dessert that they brought in now and then? No one ever forgives you for not having a signature recipe. Life, is unfair to those who cannot bake...or simply choose not to.

Minneapolis is still being nice and warm, which is good, because I know it'll turn huge cold just in time for me to start my Christmas shopping. It likes to punish me when I actually bother doing that. But it is really fucking dry out here. They need an ocean or two to moisten things up.

Why can't people tell the difference between a Monk costume, and a priest costume? I couldn't find a police badge to make my shitty K-Mart Monk costume a bit better/worse, with a crime solving Monk costume, like that fellow on the television I hear so much about.

A rule of life

I've noticed that the more likely you are to not trust direct deposit with your paycheck, the more likely you are to trust the phone operator at the Home Shopping Network with your credit card information.

Yeah, how's that for being an ass?