So I haven't been posting much lately, and I apologize for that. I'm having a hard time shaking off the holiday cobwebs. However, here's a collection of bits and pieces that I couldn't quite flesh into full posts, but, now that I'm A Blogger, I have a compulsive need to share:
- I've been spending an increasing amount of my time daydreaming about what I would do if I won the lottery. Won it big-time, like $170 million. These dreams have gone past the point where I have been planning which friends I would hire as personal assistants, at what salary, and how I would have to get a good tax attorney to review all the scholarships I would create. This is all well and good, except I just got alarmed thinking that I was really behind on what I had to today and then I realized that I was thinking of my imaginary "buy 5 houses" list and not my real work one.
- Speaking of winning the lottery, my million dollar idea, which you are not to steal: Congressional Guess Who. TELL ME THAT WOULDN'T GO OVER BIG WITH THE HILL NERDS. Think about it: Do you have inappropriate relationships with people outside of your marriage? Are you from New York? Is it with your staff? Do you like to tickle? YOU'RE ERIC! Copyright pending.
- Sub-point: I plan on learning to properly use the free Photoshop-type software I downloaded just to try to get that game to happen. It will be my holiday gift to you all.
- Speaking of which, this will be David and my first Christmas together, and people have been asking if we're going to get a tree. "I want to get a Charlie Brown Christmas tree," I always answer, which serves the joint purpose of 1) answering the question and 2) screening the person, because if he doesn't know what I'm talking about, then I know to stay the hell away from that jerk.
- And for another nice transition, I saw my old D.A.R.E. officer, who was way past inappropriately drunk, out at the bar over Thanksgiving. I'm not sure what to do with that information (and that is far from the whole story), but I thought you should all know.
- There are two young women in my office who have done nothing for the last two months but talk about the calories they consume each day. I need to stop this and I do not know how. Please feel free to leave your ideas, because if I have to listen to one more rendition of "I'm having salad for lunch, just the lettuce, no dressing," I will scream, and this office already thinks I'm awkward.
- Speaking of which, on Monday two women in my office were talking about what to do with leftover turkey. They were standing in the middle of a narrow hallway, which means I had to basically walk through them to get to my desk. I felt the need to contribute, so like a 3 year old with Aspberger's, I enthusiastically yelled, "REUBENS!" There was silence for a good 5 seconds.
- It's after Thanksgiving, which means I can now troll you all with this little thought: I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes...