...the post in which I take the easy/ADD way out and use bullet points and links.
  • I don't use FUBAR often, but it seems to accurately reflect the way I feel fairly often. I think that's probably a problem.
  • Did you know Sufjan Stevens has a whole album of Christmas tunes? Did you also know that one of the tunes will be played at my office holiday party tomorrow? IN ADDITION, did you know that yours truly will be playing (badly) vibes and bass and fa la laaaaaing along? All true.
  • Hey! Did you know that we were nominated for a GRAMMY AWARD? (You have to scroll waaaaaay down, but we're there!) Anybody need a seat filler? I promise I can get skinnier  and cuter by January 31st!
  • My taste buds are rejecting every food group except carbs. (see previous bullet point.) This is also probably a problem.
  • A Texas Avocado (that's her superhero name) turned me on to Shelfari. If you're a reader, join me! It's pretty cool. And because I only ever remember the cover art, it's terribly helpful to be able to cherrypick the edition I remember.
  • If you're on Twitter and like language? Here's someone you should follow.
  • So, if one hypothetically volunteered to bring an appetizer to a hypothetical holiday party, is it tacky (hypothetically, of course) to bring a crock-pot full of meatballs in marinara and tiny little potato rolls for tiny sandwiches? They're tasty, but not so, well, elegant. (Please weigh in before 8am tomorrow...otherwise it's toooo late and I'll crash and burn by myself.)
  • This cartoon corroborates my feeling that FB is getting a leeeeetle too personal. Is it just me?
  • I wrote a whole post this morning about being detail-oriented, and how I need to be moreso...and after the day passed? I realized that I should be more detail-oriented, but will never be a nit-picker/do-it-my-way-or-else kind of girl. I just don't have it in me, and I love seeing the creative ways people problem-solve too much to dictate methods. That blog post? Recycle. Bin. 
  • This writer echoes my recent thoughts on praying. 'Nuff said.
  • There's the cat massage lady. And then there's this.
  • Some days I wish I could write a novel. And then I read through my blog archives and realize how very little I have to say. *Sigh.*
  • My tribute to Christmas, and more specifically, Santa (aka Mom). I remember as a girl of 6 or 7, "wandering downstairs" (read: checking for presents) in the middle of the night on Christmas Eve. (Those of you who know me know my body clock skews early...as a child, it was even earlier...) I walked into the family room and saw my mom and dad still awake, having a cocktail and STUFFING OUR STOCKINGS???  And I said, lower lip a-quaver, "Uh, mom, why are you stuffing our stockings?" To which my mom had the best, most appropriate answer: "Well, we don't have a chimney, so Santa drops all the toys on the porch, and we just put them under the tree and stuff the stockings for him." It made perfect sense. And I think I slept in until 6:30a, that year (two and a half hours later than usual!) Parents, please feel free to use this little bit of gilded wisdom on Christmas Eve should you need it.
  • I'm a cotton-headed ninny-muggins. (They can't show this movie often enough during the holidays!)
My five:

  1. Bullet points. Thank goodness.
  2. Your indulgence at my laziness. Again, thank goodness.
  3. Good, old-fashioned jam sessions.
  4. Remembering...boy, memories flow thick and fast this time of year!
  5. Carbs. Ho ho hoooooo!


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