iCal

Wow. So I have this calendar program built into my computer's operating system. Along with the music player built-in (iTunes), the photo album program built-in (iPhoto)... You can guess what the calendar program is called, right? iCal.
Anyhow.
I use it to remind me of things that I have to do like once a month or something, things that I'd never remember otherwise. Why not just use the paper one on the wall? Well, that one doesn't pop up a reminder that makes a noise. So...

Since I have jobs now I've taken to writing my hours on this calendar. And holy cow! Suddenly I look like a busy person.

Want to hear the two latest additions to my iCal?

Friday, Dec 31: US Air Club 1:30 - 8:30.
Saturday, Jan 1: All-Stars Grille, 9:30 - 4:30.


You know, those hours would be ridiculous and unreasonable even if it weren't New Year's and Dave's birthday. Who makes someone close and then open?

Fucking bastards, that's who. Nobody's going to come into either place. Nobody's going to want to drink beer and eat pizza on New Year's or Christmas day. If you're in the airport at all, you're miserable and in a hurry. So I'm going to sit on my thumbs all of those days wishing I were somewhere else. Yup yup.

Did I mention that I'm working 11 - 7 on Fri. Dec. 24th, and 9:30 - 4:30 Sat. Dec 25th?

They love me so much, they do.


I didn't really mean to bitch, but I'm getting excited that I have all these presents from mom and dad and ann and today a package arrived from Katy...

and I'm going to have to sit alone and open them the day after Christmas, or something. I'm going to miss all but the dinner and the giftwrap competition at Dave's aunt's house. They've suggested we could open some stocking presents on Xmas Eve, perhaps, just so I could perhaps be in a room with other people during some of the gift-unwrapping. Which is nice of them.

At least I got to go home and set up the creche. Which, in my family, is a bit more twisted than most.

The creche set survived a fire while it belonged to Dad's parents. So most of the sheep have only two or three legs. And Mary has no nose. Various parts of the creche are redundant, since we've inherited bits of other people's almost-matching creche. We have three Marys, two noseless. We have six Wise Men-- we put them all in this year and called them the Wise Horde. And we have two Josephs and two Jesuses. Mom wouldn't let us put two Jesuses in the manger scene. Bummer.

a This Year meme.

I figured just doing a meme would give me some mental-decompression time and help me not whine, but I was probably wrong.

( In 2004... )

yaaa

Buffalo schools closed today because of the severe cold. Huh? Yeah. So i went to the mall, all wide-eyed and innocent and "it's during the week so people aren't shopping", and man... I spent 20 minutes waiting in line to buy A PAIR OF SOCKS. And they weren't even gifts, they were for ME, because I need good socks to go under my work shoes so my feet behave at work.
Pfeh.

My friend Kat did that meme I just did and it's actually amusing.

What keeps you sane?
I'm sane? I've been doing this quiz for 15 minutes!

Me, I have bought... $40 worth of presents for my kringle, and I need to have bought $50. Not enough to say 'close enough', but too much to say 'fuggit' and go with Plan B. Gah! So I'm really no closer to done than I was, because now I have to figure out what the hell to do.

Dave dropped me off at the mall and went off on some sooper-seekrit mission with his laden backpack. I have no idea what he was doing, but he phoned me twice to say he wouldn't be much longer but it was taking longer than he'd expected, after I phoned him to say "i'm done, there's nothing in this freaking mall." Both times I was holding my phone in my hand; neither time did it actually ring. Both times I heard the message notification sound, and heard no ring. Am I annoyed? Perpetually. This goddamn cellphone contract expires at the end of this month and I'm not renewing it.
However.
I need to have a cellphone for capers like this to work. "I'll call you when I'm done." Or, "call me when you need a ride home from work."
Guh.
Maybe I can get in on Dave's plan or something. I pay $50 a month for a phone that doesn't ring. Yeah. Also, doesn't announce the time a message was left. Yeah. Come on, people.

Anyway.
I did Xmas shopping. I'm now totally broke. And I got nothin' for Dave. Holiday spirit? No.

Something tells me I won't be getting holiday spirit this year. What does it for me? Decorating the tree, often. No tree this year = that's not gonna work. So, failing that, Christmas Eve Mass does it for me. But, I will be working late Xmas Eve, so no Mass for me. Failing that, Xmas Eve at Uncle Pete's... but that's 300 miles away, so no. Failing that, getting up and coming downstairs to open stocking presents is the last-ditch way to get holiday spirit. But... No, I'll be going to work instead.

So... I'm going to spend my whole next year wondering when Christmas is coming.

But, I will be getting loot, and that will make me feel good. Also, Dave says the gift he ordered me should arrive tomorrow, and he'll let me open it then. I'll be working 15 hours tomorrow and won't be home until after midnight, but maybe then...

Ah well. All of this is just evidence you can all cite in my trial after I snap and assault the next person who cheerfully wishes me a happy holiday.
Aw, crap, if they call any of you guys as character witnesses I'm totally screwed.
^.^