Don’t worry, not dead; we have some doings going on at work lately that have me busting my butt. Hard work not being something to which I am accustomed, it’s all I can do not to go home, squirt Cheeze Whiz into my mouth, and pass out in front of the TV. I have a bajillion picture albums I need to go through and get uploaded, so that’ll at least provide some entertainment, something to look forward to, for you, my reader. (I’m pretty sure there’s just the one, at this point.)

I shouldn’t complain, actually; I disappeared all last week for a lengthy Thanksgiving break, went and visited a new baby (Hi, Olivia!), and then crashed at a beach house on the Outer Banks for 5 days with Charles. I’ve been on a major beer-making frenzy for the last couple months, so I had plenty to take with me (and will have something like 3 cases + 3 kegs available for New Year’s); I had something like 2 cases plus a small party keg onhand, so we got our festive drink on for 5 solid days. Thanksgiving morning, I cruised back up to DE so that Charles and I could be on hand for official celebrations with Sarah’s parents. Then we spent the next three days recovering, by which I mean eating and drinking everything in the house. After managing to lose something like 9 pounds in 2 weeks prior to the break, I gained 11 pounds in 10 days. Go me!

In other news, I have acquired a New Car, specifically a 1997 Saab 9000 CSE. It was a gift from My Pops, whom I thank profusely, because driving to North Carolina in a 1998 Mazda Protege would have been uncomfortable and possibly unsafe. The Saab is a year older, and has something like 20,000 more miles, but it’s a Saab, so it’ll last for another 100K miles, and the Mazda was destined to fall apart like the Bluesmobile at any moment. (If I’d thrown a rod somewhere in Virginia, I would not have been surprised.)

That is about the absolute latest and greatest. Not that you care. I’ll try and actually make with the funny with a quickness, since the last month has been apologies, religious war, and pointless diary entries. Yay!

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  1. Stringer
    November 29th, 2007 at 12:59 | #1

    d00d. A saab. 🙂

    He use those for hood hornyments in Texas. Yeah, really.

    I know the work feeling. What in the heck is wrong with our company these days?

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