Yes! I got Guitar Hero III! Barely had it over 24 hours and I'm totally addicted. I'm going out to buy a second guitar controller and possibly an earlier version of Guitar Hero. One thing I've realized is that if I know the song, I do alot better at hitting those "notes".
It's probably because I just ate like 10 cookies. Granted, they were small, but I'm still feeling the effects of a sugar rush. It's Day 3 of the Annual Cookie Bake. Yes, I make some cookies that take 3 days to make. Believe me, they are worth it, plus I only make them for Christmas. They are raspberry almond pinwheels. I also stirred up some spice cookies and might bake some spritz or sugar cookies by Sunday night.
I'm off to watch the Christmas specials on my new Tivo!
is a Rock and Roll electric guitar."
Actually, I want Guitar Hero. If I don't get it I'm going to be seriously disappointed. Whoever came up with the game should win a medal or something. The possible incarnations of Guitar Hero are practically endless since there is about 50 years worth of music to use.
Summary: Boring because I didn't drink much and almost everyone was married or otherwise hooked up.
Highlight: The freaky religious carolers and random Santa handing out gifts only to the pregnant women. I went into the restroom and two of the carolers were in there practicing and discussing the lyrics to various carols and of course, Jesus. While waiting outside with my friend who was having a smoke, the carolers passed us, wandering through the building. I hoped they might be going to another holiday party, but since it was 6:30 at night, odds were that they were just lost. They wandered through the office holiday party much ignored.
Conclusion: Next year, let's nix the lame carolers and Santa. Instead, pony up the dough for a longer open bar and a bit more food (which actually was really good). Apparently, they stopped pouring drinks at 8:00. Also, the professional decorations consisted of about 5 center pieces. All of them were beautiful, but did nothing to lend an air of festivity to the office.
I took my 2003 Beetle in for an oil change and get this laundry list of things wrong with the car.
BG Service - $175 (what in the blue hell is this?)
Vacuum Hose - $131 (one on the car is cracked and brittle looking)
Strut Bushings/Alignment - $560 (ones on the car are loose and worn)
60,000 mile service- $345 (I've been putting this off for months)
Brake Flush - $165 (what? why?)
Does anyone know if any of those things are even needed? I only have 65,000 miles on the car. I googled the strut bushings and it looks like the damn things only cost about $12 - $20 each. It would be interesting to hear how they justify the price quoted.
I might just take the car to another mechanic or dealer and see what they say.
All I know is that the next car I get will be purchased for reliability and gas mileage instead of looks.
Am I the only one who finds it odd and a little annoying when people send out a Christmas card with a photo of just their kids?
It would be one thing if the photo had some sort of artistic quality to it, but usually it's just the standard portrait sitting in Christmas sweaters with a tree and/or Santa Claus. Once in a while, someone will change it up with an outdoor venue, but not often.
Sorry, but I'd rather see the whole family because unless I am related to you, odds are I don't know your kids.
Our holiday party is tomorrow. We were told that the office would be professionally decorated for the event. Aside from two Christmas trees in the reception and break room as well as a few scattered poinsettia, there are no other signs that a party will be taking place.
They could have paid me whatever money they paid the "professionals" and every inch of the office would be covered in red and or green adornments. It would look like Santa threw up in there. Plus there would have been money left over for one of those giant blow up snow globes to annoy everyone.
I mean if you are going to pay someone to do the decorating, at least make it look like it's professionally done. Martha Stewart would not be impressed with the way our halls have been decked.
Maybe there will be some last minute flurry to convert the office into a Winter Wonderland. One can hope.
At work, I heard about a small title company that is going to shut down soon. It sounds like the real estate downturn has now jumped from mortgage companies to title companies. I suppose it's the next inevitable step. I just hate to hear about people losing their jobs around the holidays.
Speaking of work, my company Christmas party is this week. I was hoping to get out of it, but someone had the brilliant idea to have it in the office at 5:00, so there really is no way to avoid it. Although, if they "send us home early" or whatever, I might just not come back. Then again I'll have to explain my absence and I'm a very good liar.
It might be interesting to see how people would react to the truth..."Actually, I was too depressed to come back. The mere idea of having to attend yet another Christmas party by myself amongst a sea of couples sent me spinning into a shame spiral, which took me 8 hours and a quart of Chocolate Fudge Brownie to get over."
So Barry Bonds plead not guilty, as one would expect. It's interesting what the ego makes us do. I'll bet he is so inured in his delusion that he could even pass a lie detector test. Even without the benefit of a federal investigation, one can tell he's used steroids of some sort. Just look at the photos of him from years past. The Onion called it back in the beginning of 2006.
This story from cbs13.com has the weirdest quote about Bonds' physical changes:
By the late 1990s, he'd bulked up to more than 240 pounds -- his head, in particular, becoming noticeably bigger. His physical growth was accompanied by a remarkable power surge.
The Christmas spirit has finally found me. Or I found it, whatever. I finally pulled out some holiday decorations. Maybe it's the rain, maybe it was the decorations at work, but something triggered the good cheer.
Tomorrow, I might even put up a Christmas tree in my apartment.
Hmm, I think I am missing some decorations. I have no idea where my stocking might be. The storage area in my apartment is a little spidery, so I didn't have much time to fully inspect each plastic bin. And by spidery, I mean black widow spidery.
So, am I the only one who hasn't finished Christmas shopping? The stores scare me. So far, the two gifts I've bought have been through the Internet. Maybe I can make this the first Christmas I actually don't go to a brick and mortar store.
I can't get into the spirit of Christmas this year. It's so bad, I don't even want to put up a Christmas tree.
This happens to me every year, but this time it feels worse. As odd as it may sound, I'm thankful for my job. It keeps me so busy, I don't have time to dwell on the depression and loneliness. The weekends are tough because I have nothing to do. I try to sleep as much as possible instead of self-medicating with food.
This weekend I went to a holiday party and was overwhelmed by the realization that I probably will be single for the rest of my life. The guy I have a little crush on was there, but I didn't get to say more than "Hello" to him before I had to leave the party. Someone had the bright idea to include the kids (instead of being civilized and getting a sitter like our parents did), so of course after only being there for an hour, my nephew threw a tantrum because it was past his bedtime. Since my sister was my ride home, I had no choice but to leave with her. That was when I had my unfortunate epiphany. I pretty much went home and had a breakdown.
While at work today, I saw a Christmas card that said, "Find joy in the things that you give instead of the things that you receive." It actually made me feel a lot better. I have a tendency to focus on what's missing from my life instead of what I already have. These negative feelings of bitterness and sadness won't help me have a better life.
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