Craig Fergeson's first night on the Late Late show being replayed? Hmm.
Mrs. NFB said we needed to go buy the pets their Christmas presents today. Hey, they're pets, and they don't care whether we buy their stuff at clearance or on time. So, we went out with that intention.
Strange thing, we ate first, did some other shopping, and then when I suggested we head to the pet shop she sort of stared at me blankly like she had no idea what I was talking about. "Remember? We were going to pick up the pet's Christmas?" Then she snapped out of it and said she forgot. OK.
Anyway, the kitties got a second "castle" to sit on the other side of the closet and a second "tower" to sit on the other side of our entryway. They enjoy taking turns doing guard duty, so that seemed appropriate. We've already seen two fights break out over who's going to use the new positions. The pups got two new beds, one in the living room and one in the bedroom. Everybody seemed happy with it and there we go.
And then we sat at home and bitched about the cold. Two above zero most of the day. Yuck.
Then I went ahead and got my personal Christmas-for-myself gift ordered. I ended up with enough to nab Leopard, the OS, not the big kitty, Logic Express 8, and a decent pair of studio phones since my current ones are getting extremely buzz-tastic after almost fifteen years of horrible abuse. Should help me be able to stomach listening to my awful guitar playing for more than twenty minutes at a time. Bonus.
Just a little hint for any aspiring musical appreciator or creator, decent headphones should never be used to test tube amps of any wattage. Also, the stupidity of youth knows no bounds.
Reading through the other diaries around here, I feel maybe I'm in the wrong spot. Lots of unhappiness apparently in the past year and in the coming year for a lot of people. And I'm feeling pretty much the opposite of that myself.
For those curious, the party at dad's went nowhere important. There was one moment of akward when he said something about setting up a trust fund and making me the executor. I basically shrugged it off and said, "OK." His wife's daughter gave me the dagger eyes and I once again thanked my lucky stars she ain't my burden to bear. No real big fireworks the whole evening, which was disappointing.
Basically, things are looking up outside the job. And for some strange reason the job just doesn't eat at me as much as it has in the past. We'll see how long that lasts.
One day of work tomorrow, then we're off to Dancing with the Stars. Next week back to a normal work schedule. That's gonna suck a little, but I'll live.
So, 2007 was pretty cool. Two free (to me) cars, awesome guitar, recording equipment, other good stuff, and there ya go. 2008 looks to be similar, if not the same.
So yeah. Go 2008.
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