It’s that time again.
Waiting for the calls.
Not enough to write.
We are in the midst of a redesign of sorts for the new year.
Just the editorial pages basically.
And the little things we mean to change on the templates each week and never do.
I’m fairly excited about it.
I think it’s going to be good for the paper.
I am also in the midst of a massive Facebook message convo with my KC peeps.
By massive I mean 6 of us.
But 6 people all replying to the same thread creates a lot of “you have a Facebook message” e-mails.
That is all I have to say about that.
I am really looking forward to New Year’s Eve this year.
(and yes it does have an apostrophe—AP told me so)
In the past I have gone out—to bars.
That was good when I was single.
Hell it was great.
However, last year we decided to stay home and watch movies.
It was fun, but I missed the live countdown and the atmosphere.
This year we are headed to our friends, the Greer’s, house in KC for what I’m calling an adult slumber party.
Adam won’t let me call it that—he says it sounds dirty.
Drinks will flow, board games will be played, maybe some Nintendo—we will crash in the spare bedroom.
It’s gonna be good.
I bought hats.
It’s new mug shot day at work.
Up against the brick wall, turn your head, smile.
The Headliner News—like the DMV only better.
I had McDonalds for lunch.
Did you know a filet-o-fish is only 320 calories.
Neither did I.
Only 102 days until the wedding now.
We brought home our new portable dishwasher last night.
It was heavy.
Dirty dishes go in, clean ones comes out.
Works like a charm.
Thanks Christmas money.
My lips hurt.
I need some Burt’s Bees.
I wore heels today.
They always make an outfit feel a bit more special.
In this case just dark jeans and a cute sweater.
But the sentiment is there.
The bag of Christmas candy on my desk makes me happy.
As of the first of the year it will be on the counter at work.
It will make somebody else happy.
Brady has Wii arm.
I want Wii arm.
Lips feel better now.
I had to drag Danny out of bed this morning.
He’s becoming a slig.
Shout out to my Dune fans.
It’s the last month for our shoe calendar.
Fabulous footwear each day.
I will miss you.
I can’t wait to be married.
NIE starts again next week.
I have not missed it.
I think 2011 is going to be a good year.