Almost Dec. 31st

Only one day left in good ole 2006. Yup, tomorrow marks the end of a truly unspectacular year. I feel like this was a year of spinning my wheels. Engine revving, mud splattering everywhere, and getting nowhere but deeper into the muck. A list of my accomplishments this year would make for a very quick read.

But that's bleak, and I'm too tired to be bleak at the moment. I'm exhausted from the fun I've had all week with my friends! It's true, I don't have a job I want, I don't have the boy I want, and my apathy is at an all time high. But this week was great. The whole gang was together again, which doesn't happen that often anymore. They're happy times. So I'm just going to enjoy that for now.

I can barely keep my eyes open. Time to crawl into my cozy bed.

It's over!

Hurrah!

All that hype, all the buildup, theshoppingthesalesthechristmasmusic.... done! Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not a Christmas hater. I go to my friend's for Christmas eve dinner and we have dinner with my dad and step-family. I enjoy over-eating and going to parties and seeing all the beautiful lights everywhere. But I sometimes get frustrated by the assumption that everyone's lives revolve around this holiday at this time of year. I hate the over-the-top political correctness, and I don't launch into a tirade if someone wishes me a Merry Christmas - although I do prefer Happy Holidays.

The other day at a party, someone overheard that I was Jewish and made the comment "but you still celebrate Christmas". ARGH! And no matter how hard I tried to explain that Christmas really really really didn't have anything to do with Judaism, she didn't get it. Said that even though we didn't go to church, Jewish people still celebrated it - had dinner with family etc. The infuriating thing was that, in my case, she happened to be right. But only because my dad's girlfriend and her family celebrate it. If I am invited to a Xmas celebration, I am happy to go, it's always fun to join in on festivities. But December 25th is not the pinnacle of the year for me. It's a great day to sleep in and go to the movies. If dinner with loved ones follows, that's always nice too.

Hey, holidays are always welcome. And I've got a week off, so why would I complain? Happy holidays all!

Hobnobbing with the not-struggling and regionally well-known

Last night we had our staff Christmas party. It was pretty fun. Low-key, but fun. A delicious dinner, a couple of drinks, and presents.

Fred Penner (well known Canadian children's singer) was there and gave me a gift. That's right, I got a gift from a celebrity. Okay, so it wasn't necessarily intended for me, per se... We did one of those gift exchange games where when your name gets called you can choose a present from the pile, or steal a present from someone else. The gift I ended up with was from Fred. Yay!

It was odd, when introduced, my boss asked if I'd met Fred before - meaning, I'm sure, since working there. I said, no. At least not in the past two decades. Two decades!!! Probably longer. What, he doesn't remember me? At one point in the evening we had to tell a joke. Mine went over really well with my table, but I strategically told it when Fred was out of the room. However, it got such a laugh that my boss convinced - nay, COERCED - me to tell it again when Fred returned. So... here it is:

A pedophile and a little girl are walking through the woods. The little girl says "It's dark; I'm scared"
The pedophile says "You're scared? I have to walk home alone!"

Yep, that's right. I told a joke about a pedophile to our respected children's entertainer. Needless to say, it didn't quite provoke the uproarious laughter of the first telling. But they made me tell it!

Anyway, I can still say that I got a Christmas gift from Fred Penner. I know you're all jealous.

Stupid dog!!!

I hate Dovi!!! Hatehimhatehimhatehim!!! He got into my bag of presents and ate my cookies AND my Jack Daniels chocolates. Stupid miserable mongrel. I have half a mind to ship him off to China. Yes, you like eating everything, don't you? Not so fun to be eaten though, is it?? I'm so annoyed. ARGH!!!

"Bad Dovi! BAD!!!"

keep 'em coming

More ideas! these are good so keep adding more. I'm working on a few possibilities of my own.... I only have til Jan 28 to finish my list. Hurry hurry!

30 things to do before I'm 30

I know there are a bunch of lists out there - 99 things to do before you die etc etc, and I'm sure this one has been done loads too - but I'm going to follow suit anyway. I suppose number one on my list could be "stop being such a predictable copycat and come up with an original idea for once", but whatever. I'll stick that one on my list of things to complain about on my deathbed.

With only 6 1/2 weeks until I gracefully exit my twenties (or go kicking and screaming and crying) I've decided it's time to compile a list of inspiring, pointless, or ridiculous things I will frantically try to accomplish before the clock strikes midnight on the 28th of January.

I'll probably cheat and include some of the stuff I've already done. Hey, I don't have much time here, I have to give myself some leeway.

I would like suggestions as to what should be included on this list. So.....

GO!

I want to play!

I have the urge to do kid stuff. I want to play in the snow and get all wet clothed and rosy cheeked.

Tobogganing. That's what I want to do. Zipping down the hill, butt getting bruised from going over bumps, falling off and getting a face full of snow, and hobbling back up to the top to do it again. The last time I went tobogganing was my 17th birthday. Nearly 13 years ago.... I think it's definitely time to give it another go.

I guess I should have mentioned...

I need to make an addition to my list of 'suitable boy' criteria previously mentioned.

Funny, attractive, right age bracket, male. SINGLE.

I kind of thought that one went without saying, but now I feel the need to clarify. Because I may find someone who gets shiny gold stars next to all those other points, with the bonus of great chemistry (and other plusses I won't mention to spare my parents), but then goes and screws it all up by having a girlfriend. Sure, it's just one item on the list, but unfortunately that one is non-negotiable.

Change of pace

Today, I decided I'd done enough of the boring paperwork side of things, and opted to focus my energies on the more creative aspects of the music biz.

So for the last 1-2 hours I played with LimeWire and downloaded some tunes. Hey, I'm just trying to throw myelf into this job, really explore the lifestyle!  Besides, my bosses had all left early to go to fun, entertainment industry holiday parties to which I wasn't invited. Hrmph.

Im flattered and all...

So it seems I have an admirer.


Unfortunately, she's not my type.


Seriously, I didn't think my list of criteria was all that unreasonable. Funny, attractive, right age bracket, male. Yeesh.