Enjoy the Season!

With so many people from so many cultures celebrating holidays, holy days (*eyes the similarity between the words*), and family time, "Merry Christmas" just doesn't cover enough. There's the ever popular (and politically correct) "Happy holidays", but I'm a rebel. I never did like anything labeled as "p.c." (even though I talk to people all the time at work so I've been saying "Happy holidays" since ... oh ... Thanksgiving *big grin*). Anyway, I'll just wish you all a wonderful season of celebrating and joy.


To help with the joy part, I'll share this odd little tidbit from an exchange with my (eldest!!) sister. I think it explains so many things about why I am, well, nuts.

Background: My sister, to protect the not so innocent, we'll call her Jolie, made up a song about my butt while we were wrapping presents. It involved me having butt branches.

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Yes, I know. Moving on with the story.

Jolie told me she would help with the massive swell of presents under the tree by unwrapping her gift from me. Instead of being intelligent and just telling her no, I asked, "Is it Christmas?" Earlier in the day, she'd announced I couldn't open a present from a friend because the present says "Merry Christmas and thanks for watching the cats".

Well, being the smart ass that she is, Jolie promptly and brightly told me, "Yes (it is Christmas)!"

I sighed because Mom laughed and added, "Somewhere."

Playing off Mom's excuse, Jolie pointed out it was Christmas in England, and I love England, so she should get to open her present. I tried again. "Have you eaten breakfast on Christmas?" Our family has a rule that no one can open any presents until everyone has eaten breakfast and is dressed. It was torturous as a child. I still have mental scars in the form of extreme impatience. *grins*

That question almost stumped Jolie. Because she hadn't. Finally, she chose the route of small children everywhere (even though she technically isn't one); she lied. "Yes!" she told me with a mischievous grin.

"Well, that's just a lie. Santa doesn't like liars," I announced with an air of superiority. (Yes, I'm not called brat for nothing!) "Santa's going to take back all your presents and bring you coal."

"Can I put it in your stocking then?"

"No."

"Can I put it up your nose?"

I wrinkled said nose. "No!"

"Can I use it to decorate your butt branches?"

I sighed and put my head in my hands. Tell me, how the blasted Hades does one respond to that?! Besides, Adeline's already started to decorate a tree for all the boys.

So, enjoy the season, coal decorated butt branches and all!

Head Explosions

Last night I tried to update this *snarls then smiles sweetly* lovely, sweet thing. It refused to be helpful.

I almost had to massacre it.

Just wanted to share my frustration and let you know that a real, meaningful(ish) update will be on the way.

Busy Buzzing Bug

Dear Zeus, Hades, and Johosaphate! (yeah, can't spell that ... you'll notice that's a reoccuring theme for me). Have I ever been BUSY. From Wednesday night to last night, I forgot I even had a computer. All I did was run around like a chicken with my head cut off.

Now, 'tis the season, and all that, but I didn't realize what that meant was "'tis the season to run, run, RUN!" I'm sure I sound like I'm complaining (and in a sense, I am because I like my alone time), but I have been having fun so don't let my "tone" fool you.

Since last we met, I have:

Baked four different kind of sweets for my boss.

Went to handbell practice.

Decorated cookies for my boss.

Caught up with the "brother" I adopted in high school.

All but adopted a new "brother".

Reassured my Marie (who has been recently suffering from the dreaded finalitist) that I would ditch the Christmas party early and meet her on time.

Went to the company Christmas party.

Was actually late to meet Marie.

Watched King Kong (don't get me started on it!).

According to office gossip, seduced the youngest employee (because I went to and left the Christmas party the same time he did).

Promised to bake MORE cookies for my spoiled rotten guys (different from "the boys").

Baked two more batches of cookies, two kinds of dip, and a batch of trail mix with my mom.

Went to my sister's Christmas party.

Refrained from being a Grinch at said party.

Met Marie (was late AGAIN!) to play some videon games (yay for nerds!).

Went to church to ring handbells (both services thank you).

Got in trouble for letting my niece come sit with me during the children's service (mostly because her mama was afraid she wouldn't go back into the nursery after that ... but in my defense, she did!).

Went Christmas shopping with my dad (which is enough to kill any person).

Was late (yet again) to meet Marie for another night's festitivities.

*blinks then huffs just remembering everything I've done this weekend* Holy lands alive! I mean, seriously. Are the holidays over yet? Because I think I need a vacation just to recooperate!

From the Mouth of Adeline

.... you've been warned. I wanted to share two conversations I had today. I think it'll give some of you a better insight as to what I live with. :)

Picture this. My boss, who is generally a nice guy, and a pretty decent boss, walks through my office and out the front door. He's getting into his truck to leave when I feel myself hiss at him. I instantly know who's responsible.

"Adeline, don't hiss."
So I hear a growl echoing in my brain.
Exasperated, I sigh and put my forehead in my hand. "Adeline Montague, what am I going to do with you?"
There wasn't even a pause before an answer formed out of nowhere. "Buy me a pony?!"
What else could I do? I started to laugh my fool ass off.

Then later this afternoon, as I'm talking to Camilla (mine, not Adeline's), she suggested that I "accidentally" bite her head off sometimes. I agreed whole-heartedly, and, when she asked if I was sure it wasn't deliberate, I told her, "No, sometimes I trip. And your head just comes off."

Sure, it came out of my mouth, but we both knew who was talking. *shakes head* She also made up a(nother) song for Camilla. (The first one is up on her blog. Go to the Flights of Fancy link.) I think I'll save that monstrosity for another time though.

"The Boys"

I work for two family businesses that are housed in the same offices. Both businesses are in industries that are still primarily male dominated fields. So, I work in an office that has a plethora of testosterone.

Most days, that just means that I ignore anything going on in the back offices where the boys reside. I can't count the times I've heard, "Daph, just ignore us!" I usually call back, "Already was!"

Other days, though, I have to thank those who watch over me for my "boys". They're troublesome; two in particular like to play pranks (which is why I can't say "son of a goat" any more ... they tease me too much!), but they're great guys. They've come out to check on me when my car wouldn't start, they watch out for me in a lot of ways, and they keep me laughing.

*grins* Just don't tell them I got mushy about them. It would definitely embarrass them!

Adults Are Just Big Kids

I woke up this morning to over a foot of snow. Over a foot of snow that had fallen in less than five hours. It was snowing and blowing, and both my bosses happen to live out in the country. I live in town, a scant seven or eight blocks from where I work, but I wasn't sure I could get out of the house. So, I called the less scary boss, and, come to find out, her husband was digging her out. She was going to give it a try and call me when she got into the office.

About five minutes later, I had a call back from her. She'd gotten herself stuck on the road right outside her house. She wouldn't be heading into work until later, if at all. *grins broadly* So! I had a snow day. Of course, a good portion of my afternoon was sucked up by an attempt to dig out one of the cars (which didn't really work because none of us believe that we could get said car out of the alley to the cleared off street), but hey! It was still a free day.

If it wasn't such a pain in the butt, I would say it should snow like this more often.