Just how does one make the yuletide gay?

Well, kids, it's the Christmas season. Does anyone know just how we got here? One minute I'm basking in the sun by my favorite creek and then next thing I know I'm shivering & searching the house for sweaters. Just where did all that time go? For so long the year dragged on and on and on, I was starting to think the horrible thing would never come to an end. But here it is. Twenty days and then we get a whole new year to try and start fresh. I guess I kinda started fresh six months ago when I moved into this glorious house, in a moving-to-a-city-i've-never-lived-in kind of way. I still had the same old job, just with all new people. And I had the same old friends, though they are much much closer and for that, I am incredibly grateful. I really love these friends I have here. I feel blessed to be able to have more of a life with them now.

They say it will snow on Sunday. Don't tease us, Matt Zaffino. I know better than to believe your predictions, especially when it comes to snow. We are in Oregon. In the valley. Snow here is rare, and when it comes, all madness ensues because no one knows how to drive in it. Also, it only lasts 2 or 3 hours, and that's only if the sun doesn't come out and steal it. That doesn't mean I don't hope it will snow. I certainly do. Snow means no work and getting to sleep in and sit by the fire sipping hot chocolate, reading. Natasha and I are fervently hoping the predictions come true, as a fact. Monday is always a drag.

I put up my pink Christmas tree yesterday. It's by the door so that everyone who enters the house will be blasted by pink shiny Christmas awesomeness. I'm thinking of putting lights on it so it will be even more shiny. Natasha says we will get a real Christmas tree soon, for the living room. I certainly hope so. Christmas tree hunting is a joy of mine. I never got to do it as a child. My parents were the type to only purchase things that lasted. Thus, the horrid plastic Christmas tree that lived in my room all year long except for that one blessed month at the end of the year. It didn't smell the way Christmas trees are supposed to smell. Thank Heavens for my mom's parents. They always got a gigantic Christmas tree every year. Though I still missed out on the hunting. Hmmmm....

I haven't started the Christmas card extravaganza yet. I haven't even written my letter. I'm contemplating on not writing one since most people know everything by the massive amounts of emails I sent this year, because of all the nutty changes. But maybe I will after all, and make it different. Maybe I will tell a story. In any case, I better get crackin'. Tomorrow I am sure it will be slow with my client. Perhaps I can get in some quality writing time.

I'm kinda bummed. I forgot the warning they gave last week about the Office being postponed until the weekend because of the stupid Blazers game and was looking forward to my 9:00 spot on the couch all day. Then Natasha reminds me of the horror. Then I check the schedule. Then it all comes back to me and I call my Office party friends and inform them of the lameness of basketball. I HATE BASKETBALL. I HATE THE BLAZERS. Why can't they be broadcasted on another channel, like Fox? Or CBS? CBS hardly has any shows as awesome as the Office, thus the perfect channel to broadcast the Blazers game on. Why do all of us have to suffer for the few Blazers fans there are in the world? Arrrrrrg.

So instead of watching the funniest show ever, Corrine, Ellen, and I (and hopefully Natasha and Leslie too) will play Dutch Blitz and drink wine. Take that, Blazers!!!!

That's all. Hope you all have a delightful evening!