You Are Cream Pie
You're the perfect combo of simplicity and divinity.You are a secret hedonist. No one knows how indulgent you can be.You don't indulge often, but when you do, you go for the best.You have expensive taste - even if you aren't rich.Those who like you life for understated pleasures.You're not flashy or trendy, but you have a depth that most people lack.Interacting with you makes most people feel incredibly satisfied.You are gentle, super sweet, and in harmony with those around you.

Our Beautiful Tree (Just like the real thing!)

The Great Thanksgiving Smack Down

Being married is a great thing. There are perks galore. Being married also has some downfalls, (though they are few and far between). Perhaps the greatest of these downfalls is the necessary compromise involved during the holiday season.

Though I am sure we all love our in-laws, there is just a natural human proclivity to be biased towards our own family and traditions. For Scott and I, the challenge seemed so insurmountable that we didn't celebrate any holidays together until after we were married.

Up until this point, we've only celebrated Thanksgiving with his side of the family. But due to my unfortunate work schedule, we will be celebrating this year, for the first time, with my family.

This is great for me--normal, comfortable, and expected. Full of good food, even better conversation, an intense game of charades, and a sappy movie melodrama. Scott however, is quite concerned about the whole ordeal. His first question, "Will there be turkey?" Followed by, "How about mashed potatoes, stuffing, and pie?" He should know better. It's not like my family is a bunch of holiday deviants that eat pork and deviled eggs for Thanksgiving.

So, we'll have to see how things turn out. I am confident that Scott will be pleasantly surprised, and maybe even a bit impressed with how much fun he ends of having.

Tune in this weekend for a full report, including food critiques, and activity summarizations.

Ugly Day

Do men have ugly days? I am just wondering because women often have ugly days. Days when their hair doesn’t work, their skin looks tired and sallow, their outfit is fitting poorly, and they just feel down right frumpy.

I am having such a day. An ugly, ugly day.

First, my pants are too wide and too short. For a woman of short stature like myself, this is a very bad look. Secondly, my shoes are all wrong. The heel is much too high, thus further intensifying the flood-like look of the pants. Thirdly, my complexion is ghostly, not just pale, as if paying tribute to the makeup of the Elizabethan Era. Fourthly, it’s one of those days where I feel like I have constant boogers. When I breathe, there is the sensation that some little crusty is peaking in and out. Horrible!

In an attempt to garner some clarity, I stopped one of my male co-workers and posed the question, "Do men have ugly days?" His answer, which I will record here, was quite enlightening.

"Men don't have ugly days per se, but we do have days where we feel less than confident. Unlike women though, our confidence isn't as much tied to our outfits and our bloated stomachs, but instead tied to our abilities and capabilities. When I'm not performing at my best, that's what I consider an "ugly day." So in essence, an ugly day for a woman is just like a shitty day for a man."

What do you think? Do you have anything to contribute to this deep philosophical discussion?

Sorry Tom We are Terrible! But don't worry I have done some editing.

PC Load Letter? What the

Sometimes there aren't enough words. Sometimes a situation is so awful and yet so amusing. Sometimes things are just la de dah de dah . . .BAM!

That's all I've got.

Today

I came to work. Early nonetheless. Before I made it to my desk I was bombarded with 18 fax and copy machine manuals. "Please walk around the building and update all 28 machines to reflect the correct time and date. Also, delete/add one-touch abbreviated dialing numbers. If you have time, please look through all these manuals and tab the pages you think we use most frequently. Oh, by the way, I am in a meeting until noon. Okay? Good luck."

Ha, tear, ha, tear

Does she know that her request is the equivalent of asking Dick Enrico to climb Mount Everest? I am girly. I don't know how to program big technical monstrosities. Ask my husband, he'll tell you. I am completely technically inept. I can barely play a DVD.

So off I go. Pushing around a little unwieldy cart full of manuals. I stop at each machine, fiddle through a manual (which all looks like gibberish to me), punch in a few numbers, and watch the error lights flash.

When the ordeal is finished I have managed to render seven machines completely useless. When the repair man finally comes to my aid, he says, "Man, I've never seen so many machines so messed up."

Thank you Mr. Fix-It man.

Now please add my name to some sort of blacklist, or give me a voucher forbidding me from ever meddling with these machines again.

THE END

Who needs Tuesday, anyways?

"Who needs Tuesday, anyway? There's not enough ends in the week, wouldn't you say? If I had my way, it'd be Friday, and we'd stay out dancing till after the band packs its stuff away."
~Martina Sorbara

My distaste for Tuesday has been long lived. It's neither a fresh start like a Monday, nor is it the midway point like Wednesday. It's just there- floating in pointless oblivion. In my case, Tuesday has always housed less than pleasant commitments: swimming lessons, piano lessons, work, and not to mention it's a notoriously rotten night for television. Last Friday, the CFO of my company walked by the desk on my shift and said, "TGIF." I honestly didn't know what he was talking about. When he saw my look of confusion he said, "thank-God-it's-Friday." I must live under a rock or something, because I've never made the connection, restaurant and all. Well, he thought this was quite funny, so much so that the past two days he's walked by the desk saying, "TGIM" and "TGIT." I hope for my sake the thrill wears off soon. Or maybe this is how it will be. He will always regard me with this stupid acronym. So, "TGIT" everyone, and God's speed till Friday!

Last but not least . . .

Well, here we are. Bloggers at last. As we have neither the wit of Tom, nor the building project of the Totman's, or a new arrival like the Davis', I am a little concerned that our blog will be just plain boring. Perhaps we could study the art of sarcasm to become a bit more "Tom like." Or maybe we could begin on our remodel to compete with the Totman's. If all else fails, I suppose we could just rev things up and try to make a baby like the Davis'. Even so, our blog may never measure up. So here's to mediocrity!