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Well, here we are in the future, and I’m thinking that the numbers 2007 together look fairly awkward.  I mean, it just looks ungainly.

So, seems to me that, just based on its numeric appearance, this year will probably have a chip on its shoulder, or something to prove. Works for me.

See, 2006, with its curlicue loops and smooth turbo handling was a prom queen of a year.  It had a gleam in the eye and a sparkle in the teeth.  It got all dressed up in its best, introduced you to its parents, and hung on your arm while you bought it an expensive meal.  It treats you great for the first 4/5ths, but then just pulls the rug out afterwards by telling you its pregnant or something.

Not a good thing, by any stretch of the imagination.

No, I propose we take advantage of 2007’s awkwardness by giving it the ugly stepsister treatment, we’ll convince it that it doesn’t have any friends but us, and that if it screws us over, it’ll spend the rest of the year crying and writing bad poetry in its bedroom.

Yeah, thats the ticket.

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I’m happy to announce that I suffered no ill effects of last nights shenanigans, and that all three of us had an amazingly good time.  Thanks for the invite to the party, party people.

I was introduced to several new folks, got to meet friends that I’ve had for a while, but never met in the flesh, and got to hang out with some old friends like Netmom, Daco, and his wife.  The kids ran around upstairs like wild hooligans, getting all caffeine’d up and partying like freaks.  I got a text message from a friend at 1:00 AM that really made my night, and I discovered that the owner of the house has one of the same series of 400 frog paintings that my mother has.  Freaky stuff indeed.

Thanks, it was a blast, and I couldn’t have ended last year better, or started this one better.  It was awesome, rock on 2007.

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One thing that was told to me last night was “It can’t get much worse”.  Uh, yeah, it can.  It can get a LOT worse.  So, lets not tempt fate, eh?

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Today MastaG, Pigpen, and I are having a movie day.  We watched “The Cat in the Hat” earlier, which was an abomination, but one that Pigpen enjoyed.  We’re now finally getting around to watching ‘Superman Returns’, which I’m enjoying immensely.  I love the detail put into making this seem like one of Donner’s movies.  Woot for detail.

Happy new year, folks.  While I wouldn’t say “it can’t get much worse”, I’d be glad to say “Lets hope it gets a lot better!”

That way, we take it by surprise…

The Spotz and I are headed out this afternoon for our Christmas present together. This is the last of the experiential Christmas presents. The Missus and October went out last week and had a good girly time together. They did their nails and everything! Lugnut and I drove all over Oak Ridge Friday evening looking for a hotdog. We found a couple over at the Time Out Deli in Grove Center.

We’d hoped to give the kids something a little different than the usual stuff they get. The Missus and I wanted to give them something besides an… object. We wanted to give them a meaningful sort of gift. A gift that doesn’t take up more space in the world (ahem, our house) and that goes beyond itself by making something new. We get time together just for fun. Thus the great Cemestos Gardens Experiential Christmas Extravaganza. Yeah!

So Spotz and I are going to The Museum of Science and Energy first. Spotz is all about the science and has already said he wants to be a scientist when he grows up. There’s a “Grossology” exhibit we’re going to check out. Then we have Redlobster on board for some shrimp and greasy, cheese biscuits. Spotz likes to eat the shrimp. I like to eat. Starbucks will top the evening with some hot chocolate.

Because evidently I can’t get to sleep.

Work starts at 6 tomorrow, and I ain’t looking forward to it.

Hope you guys had a good one, take it easy.

Is stalling.

Growing up, we’d get back from the 5 PM Christmas Eve mass, have dinner, and then we gathered in the living room to open the presents.  Only, Mom would be gone.  It’d take about 30 minutes, and during that time we were asked to wash dishes, sweep floors, etc.

It was infuriating, but we kept a smile on the whole time.

Every Christmas, I rediscover the joy of the stalling game.  Now that we’ve eaten (all except for Pigpen, who’s still working on it), I’m not sure what to make them to yet.  So far, I’ve had them put up clothes, clean up some, and various other odd jobs.

I think maybe I’ll go to the bathroom for a while, and read.

Man, I love Christmas…