I don’t know. I think this year instead of making resolutions, I’m going to create a personal motto and let that guide me though 2012. I’ve been thinking about it and I’m almost ready to announce what my motto will be. I’ve got the concept down – now all I need is the words.
I am feeling things very intensely today. It’s totally against my character so I’m not really sure where it’s coming from. Maybe because I’ve been focused on submitting my overdue travel expenses (8 trips) and getting the mandatory compliance trainings done before year end.* Now that I’m set free of the tasks, I have a lingering intensity that’s looking for a focus.
That being said, I would like to inform you that the best movie ever is A Few Good Men, the best musical composition of all time is Rhapsody in Blue and the best dog toy is the Crazy Critter. I know AFGM has been acknowledged as a great movie and that others with more authority that I have acclaim RIB but it strikes me today how beautifully perfect they both are. And the Crazy Critter is the dog toy equivalent to them both.
I have nothing more to say about this because I’m all over the place with the details I’d like to highlight – and that’s pretty much how I know I’m verging on crazy. I should probably sit contemplatively for a while.
Later on I’m going to use Sami’s iPhone to record the opening scene from The King of Marvin Gardens to post here for you. My DVR has also captured an actor playing a post-plane crash Ted Kennedy revolving in a vintage Circle-Electric bed but I’m not sure that would be meaningful to anyone but me and one other person.
* The diversity training was the worst. THE WORST. “Remember – if you get the wrong answer, it doesn’t mean you’re stupid. It just means that you are ill-informed.” Can you believe that?
Diversity Training Update: I forgot to mention that out of 39 screen pages in this training course, 3 of them focused on “Ugly Americans”. I was going to make a point of saying that there was an alternate, eariler definition of “Ugly American” when they sought my input in the final comment box, but I refrained on behalf of my own self-preservation.
turkey pot pie
turkey croquettes Joe’s Crab Shack
I used to sing this song to myself as we would drive through the Delaware Water Gap and through the Poconos to get to the family Christmas gatherings.
We don’t have a grandmother’s house to go to anymore but I still sing it. Merry Christmas to you all and I hope that everyone’s horses know the way the carry your holiday sleighs to a place of comfort, love and peace.
The dog exhibits no preference.
I don’t know. I guess it all started with the Christmas cookies:
- I put 2 tablespoons of baking powder into the batter instead of 2 teaspoons. The baking powder did its work and they look more like country biscuits than cut-out cookies, which is to say strange and scary.
- Then the furniture company delivered the new sofa in the wrong color and while I was shuffling around muttering about that, I tripped and fell right on my coconut. And my knee.
- Also, the annual year-end agony of letting my business expenses pile up looms over me. I have three days to straighten everything out. I should know better by now.
It’s not all doom and gloom though. On the plus side:
- The amount of wrapping paper I bought this year pretty much matched the amount of presents I had to wrap. And it was a metric butt-ton of boxes. I wrapped everything inside of their Amazon delivery boxes. It looks like Daddy Warbucks dropped off the loot this year instead of Santa.
- The sofa was redelivered today in the correct color. Turns out we like the first color better.
- Other people are doing 100% of the holiday cooking this year. They probably heard about my cut-out cookies. Whatever! I am off the cooking hook entirely.