thank you

I wanted to make a special thank you to everyone who sent their holiday tidings this year.  In addition to the many holiday cards that are taped to my living room wall, we received several presents in the mail.  Your thank you card is on it’s way, but this is a little bit faster.

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the aftermath

the happy headache

Wow.

We opened mad presents yesterday, yo.

I’m typing this wearing my new Melty t-shirt that Eric bought for me. It’s so happy and pretty and I love it so. I keep going back to this site to check out my new gift (which will be here in six to eight weeks). Eric really spoiled me this year.

And so did all of you. If you’re interested in checking out my haul, see here. It’s linkerific.

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Letters

a few notes to send out

Dear Eric,
As much as you love visiting your family, I’m very excited that you are coming home tonight. I wish it weren’t so late. I’m not too familiar with the new airport, so I don’t know if I’ll meet you at the gate or not. I’ll be somewhere around there, though, so don’t worry.

Give my love to your family before you get on that plane. And don’t forget to bring home your Christmas presents again, like last year.

Love,
Pamie.

P.S.– The washing machine seems to be broken. I’m blaming Matt and Becca. I know that they used it when we were gone. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that I threw our throw rug in the wash thinking it would be spotless when you got home, but instead tore itself to shreds inside the machine and turned the inside of the machine a bizarre orange. But, you know, school spirit and all, we should have a burnt orange washing machine, right? Heh-heh. Uh, anyway, now it seems to just hold water in there for a while and not wash or rinse anything at all. I’ll talk to Matt about it, so don’t you worry about anything.

P.P.S.– I love you!

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Xmas Haul

I wanted to make a special thank you to everyone who sent their holiday tidings this year.  In addition to the many holiday cards that are taped to my living room wall, we received several presents in the mail.  Your thank you card is on it’s way, but this is a little bit faster.

Thank you Frank for the Stephen King book.  I had been wanting to read it for a while, and my mom already loaned hers away.

Thank you Lee for the triple whammy.  My Austin Powers CD collection is complete, and Eric was very excited to get a CD that he was sure no one was actually going to buy for him.  He’s listening to it now, I believe.

Thank you Never for  Glorious.  I did the happy Eddie Izzard dance.

Thank you Mighty Kymm for great photographs (so you just shutup) of my play produced without me having to do anything.  It looks like you did a great job with the directing.

Thank you Eleanor for some great photographs of us, which came with a funny story.  We’re totally in love with the one you placed on top.  By the way, your gift finally shipped.  You should get it pretty soon.

We’ve got some frames to buy…

Thank you Allison for the Grosse Point Blank CD.  We popped it in right away. I had completely forgotten about it!  Hope we’ll see you in Austin soon.

You all will be very happy to know that Beth has made sure that I will have to read Jitterbug Perfume.  Now all of you can leave me alone.

Wing Chun sent the sweet hook-up:  in addition to the rockin’ CD, the Team North MBTV gift is gonna rule my guest bathroom.

Lisa and Kim somehow both sent copies of Our Dumb Century.  We decided that it’s probably best to have two copies, since that’s a book that people tend to borrow and then never return.

Just like how I lent the book Naked and never got it back.  Luckily, Kirsten replaced the copy.

And rounding out my Sedaris collection, Daniel sent Barrel Fever, which I haven’t read before.

I knew the wrapped video had to be Heathers before I even opened it.  Thanks, Yolanda, for soothing my psychic nerves.  I really wanted a copy of that movie.

David started everything off by sending the Bjork CD that I totally have been listening to for the past three weeks, ignoring my earlier promise to keep it under the tree.

Happy, happy, joy, joy. Jessica sent Flirting With Disaster and told me that since she’s Jewish, I could open it before Christmas. We watched it two weekends ago.

Omar surprised me by sending the other Bjork CD on my wish list.  Omar, are you okay, buddy?  Let me know if I can do anything.  We can try and assemble a crew to hunt down your hit-and-run asshole.

Stacey is keeping my groove on by sending the Crooklyn (More Music From…) CD.  This album has the song that the nurse sang to my mother when I was born.  It’s an album of happy thoughts.  Thanks.

Erica sent the incredible hook-up of a collection of Jive’s best.  The Tribe Called Quest Anthology was met with much rejoicing.

Jackie sent the book I was drooling over on Kim’s wishlist.  I can’t wait to read it.

Because I broke my promise with Stee and sent him a present anyway, he turned right around and broke it again to send Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?  It’s all going to start over again in April when we have dueling birthdays.

Sarah sent St. Clare, the patron saint of television.  Now when one commits suicide during the next episode of Get Real, I’ve got another waiting in the wings.  She also was kind enough to send some Maalox.

If your name isn’t here and you sent something, then contact me, because I didn’t get it.  Thanks everyone for your generosity and warm thoughts over the holiday.

warm thoughts

from a remote site

Merry Christmas Eve.

I made it to my parent’s house, and my favorite thing about the drive here (well, it’s really the only interesting thing to see on the entire drive…) is a sign that’s posted in front of a Pecan Stand.  It proudly boasts in large letters:

WE BUY-SELL-CRACK

Tee-hee.

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very loud sound

things that go poot in the night

I don’t know when I’ll be able to update tomorrow, or if. I’ll be on the road for most of the morning, and then, you know, family and stuff. I’ll see what I can do.

Last night Cal was making an insane amount of noise running around and yelling and terrorizing Taylor. I got up to stop him and he bit my hand. I was mad and got back into bed and told Eric to handle his cat. In the dark I heard Eric get up and walk over to Cal. Then I heard “PffffFFFIIIIIEEEEEEEEIIIEIEIEEEE!”

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grumble, grumble

watch out

I can tell the holidays are coming because I’m very busy and completely mentally occupied. I’m not thinking about what I’m doing, but rather what I won’t be doing when my vacation gets here. I just crank out work, crank out essays, crank out code, but inside I’m thinking “three more days. three more days. three more days.”

I’m ready for a vacation. I’m all cranky and bitchy. And not at anyone, or for any real thing. I just want to stop working for a couple of days. No more deadlines.

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where's bosie?

I was going to write about what could possibly have made me stay up all night Saturday playing a Video Fishing Game.

I was going to write about the really cool new postcards at Mighty Big TV

I was going to offer a list of things to do while Stee was away.

But I don’t want to anymore. Seeing that Rob and Julie are probably having their baby today makes me even more bittersweet.

It’s my sister’s 21st birthday today.

And I feel like she’s leaving my life faster and faster. I miss her. I don’t even really know how to get in touch with her today to wish her the best. I hope to see her this weekend.

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