Let’s just get it out of the way: Yes, I haven’t blogged in a while.
You know what I have been doing?
Just about everything else under the sun.
In case you missed the memo, it’s Christmas time.
It’s 5 days away to be exact.
Did you know the 12 days of Christmas are AFTER Christmas.
They start on Christmas and run into January.
What is that noise?
I’ve never heard that before.
Have I been living under a rock?
I thought gifts came BEFORE Christmas.
My true love has been doing it all wrong then.
#nottrue #hesdonenothing #rightbydefault
How cute would that be if your love gave you 12 days themed gifts leading up to Christmas.
I think chocolate should be involved.
Speaking of which, last Sunday was Christmas baking day.
I intended to make chocolate chip cookies, double-chocolate cracked cookies, spritz cookies and truffels.
The poor spritz cookies hit the chopping block about 4 hours in.
I’ve still got the butter, so all is not lost.
That hastag was for Adam.
Listen, when you like butter, you need butter and butter is on sale for 99 cents with 5 cents in gas points—you buy a lot of butter.
Office Christmas party is Friday night.
Many offices wear sparkly clothes, drink cocktails and eat fancy food.
We do that more than 10 times a year for our annual events.
I’ve seen all their sparkly clothes.
At Christmas, we wear jeans, drink beer, eat pizza and go bowling.
Picked up my white elephant gift at Sam’s this year.
It’s not my traditional humous offering, but I’d bet money it gets stolen the max 3 times.
I’m a-l-m-o-s-t done with Christmas shopping.
One trip to Home Depot and I’m free and clear.
I’m afraid to venture onto the south side of town at this time of year.
People say the creepies are downtown.
As a person who works downtown, I can say with certainty, the crazies are on the south side.
Probably at Target.
Speaking of work….back there somewhere.
It’s been crazy lately.
But a good crazy.
A productive crazy.
Not a south side Target crazy.
I’ve passed my one year mark and then some at SBJ.
Now, everything is becoming old hat.
What we have and A&E section the first week of February?
I’ve already got the letter prepped, the email drafted and the contact book updated.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m an SBJ pro by any means, but I’m working on it.
I had Chipotle for lunch.
I’m very full.
There are literally about 3 pounds of chocolate on the counter downstairs.
People love us.
They send us sweets.
Does anybody ever think to send fruit during the holidays?
Blasphemy I know, but I’m about to hit my chocolate line.
Fruit cake doesn’t count.
Sent Christmas cards Monday.
I’ve gotten a handful in the mail.
Less than 10 I’d say.
Are Christmas card dying off?
People don’t have time?
Spread the Christmas cheer.
Tell people you know and love that, well, you know and love them.
I’d say some of you might think differently of me after this next statement, but if so, you really didn’t know me to begin with then.
I will not “Stand with Phil” Robertson and neither should you.
I’m just about as vocal of a 1st Amendment advocate as there comes, but what he said isn’t a first amendment issue.
You know how I know that?
Because he said it.
He had the right to say it and he did.
And he wasn’t hung in the streets by the government afterward.
His employer, however, that’s a different matter.
Employers have the right to fire you if you say something they don’t like.
It’s their business, their livelihood, their right.
Phil exercised his right, A&E exercised its.
People get bent out of shape because they make the argument god vs. gays.
When in reality, he could have said anything and they could have fired him for anything.
It’s not the content, but action.
Now, stop it with the FB meme shares.
I wish I had a cookie.
Eddie has only climbed the Christmas tree once so far.
That I know off.
That’s pretty damn good for a 7-month-old kitten.
BTW, she and Chuck are besties now.
Like they’ve never been apart.
If we were in Russia and Putin didn’t like Phil, he’d be dead by now.
We decorated the house with our new Black Friday LED lights this year.
It looks amazeballs.
So many pictures taken when the icicles formed.
Check my Instagram.
Also, how much does a hipster weight?
Heard that gem the other day.
I hope Adam writes a year-in-review blog this year.
I didn’t feel my life was properly recapped without it last year.
In case you were wondering, yes, Hurt’s Donuts are fantastic.
Yes, they are two doors down from my office.
Yes, it is a struggle to keep from going there everyday.
Yes, they do vent their yummy goodness into our parking garage.
Did I mention it was a struggle not to go there everyday.
This year’s Christmas pug had me from the moment I hit enter on Google.
He’s a tree.
Pug tree. Sweet, sweet pug tree.