Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Jingle Bells

After watching Light-O-Rama videos for nearly two hours at work, I realize that I may have a problem. "Hi, my name's Jayne, and I am a Light-O-Rama addict."

All together now: "Hi, Jayne."

Seriously, folks, this Light-O-Rama stuff is just so cool. Well, some of it's terrible. I apologize for the one I posted the other day. But this one's cool. Not seizure-inducing. And it has Sinatra, so that ups the coolness factor. This one's my last one. Two's enough. For now.

Monday, December 24, 2007

Holiday Inn

Remember this movie? One of my favorites. The song "White Christmas" debuted in this movie in 1942.

Happy Christmas Eve!

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Christmas Vacation

This makes me nervous. Really nervous. And when I watch it, I get a weird tic in my left eye. Please, if you have a seizure disorder, don't watch it. I won't be held responsible. But if you do watch it, be sure you have the speakers on for the full experience.


Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Marie Antoinette

Ahhh.....vacation. I slept late today, until five. That's five in the evening for you daywalkers. Then I decided that I should accomplish something on my days off, and so I changed out of my pajamas and into sweatpants and my favorite Red Sox shirt. Not so much an improvement as a lateral move, I know, but I have nowhere to be until Church Council Thursday night. And they tolerate sweats and Red Sox tees.

So, as I was saying, I thought I should get something done today. Marie, also known as Little Cat, thought otherwise. Marie came to live with us after her feral mama abandoned her. Feral Mama took the rest of the kitties, but left this one behind without so much as a backwards meow. Marie is mentally scarred. Marie is one psychologically damaged little feline.

I put some laundry in the washer, and Marie stuck her paws into the flow of water and then flicked water all over my glasses. Stop that, Marie.

I fixed myself a snack, and Marie stole the bacon off my sandwich when I wasn't looking. Bad kitty, Marie!

I cleaned the toilet, and Marie stood on her hind legs and peered into the bowl. Go away, Marie.

Marie? Marie, where are you? Did you get outside when the mailman came?

Marie, what in the Sam Hill are you doing yawning at me from on top the kitchen door?! Yeah, I know, I told you to go away....

I wrapped presents, and Marie tunneled under the unrolled wrapping paper and bit holes in it. Quit that, Marie.

I put the presents under the Christmas tree, and she climbed halfway up the tree and chewed on the plastic branches. You'll hurt yourself, Marie.

But it was this moment when I tried to run the sweeper in my son's room that finally made me give up for the night:

Marie is psychologically scarred, I said. Her mama left her behind, I said. And she's obviously pissed off at the world about it.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

The Holiday

It's 6 a.m., and I have only an hour of my shift left. And then....and then...I don't have to be at work anywhere until the 22nd! Six days without a radio of any kind in my hand. Six days (or nights) of going to bed whenever I want. Six days of never having to say, "Ma'am, we need you to be calm so we can help you." Six days of not wearing navy blue polyester pants. Wahoo!!

My plans are: finish up some last-minute Christmas shopping, wrap presents without bows or ribbon so the cats don't destroy them, finally put the red berry wreath on the back yard gate, sleep whenever I want, get the last bit of wallpapering done in the kitchen, give Little Dog a bath, make a nice pan of bread pudding with whiskey cream sauce, get the house "company clean", and organize the pantry. (The pantry's really a closet, but calling it "the pantry" makes me feel less like a vulgarian.)

I'll post of my progress and accomplishments.