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oh it’s getting close to that time

September 24th, 2008 | Comments Off | Posted in Misc.

Last year, I sent out Christmas cards with lovely (and overly nerdy) pictures of Riley and I to everyone I knew. It wasn’t until I saw it hanging in the vet’s office that I realized how entirely dorky it was. Is it going to stop me from doing it again this year? Doubtful. Although I might make some improvements. I’m thinking Corporate Christmas Cards. There’s enough activity in my apartment that I think it can clearly qualify as a corporation.

You know which one I kind of want to send? This one:

Because how funny would that be to people I haven’t talked to in a while? Or even the people I sent a Christmas card to last year? I mean, one year, it’s Riley and I in a nice fall photo shoot. And the next year, it’s a picture of my two boys, Zack Morris and A.C. Slater, dressed in matching sweater vests. It’s only be worth it if I could see the expression on peoples’ faces when they opened it, of course.

The thing that’s particulary awesome about Gallery Collection (which is where I stole the above picture from)? They donate holiday cards to the Texas Children’s Hospital. They’re planning on including a card on each person’s meal tray over the holiday season. I can’t imagine being stuck in a hospital when everyone else in the world is off celebrating happy times. I can definitely see how it would be a huge boost to someone’s day.

Plus, when you send corporate Christmas cards, I’m sure it totally has an impact on a company’s bottom line. Or something.

single parent night the 3rd

September 24th, 2008 | Comments Off | Posted in Twitterpated

The General has choir practice on Wednesday nights, which also happen to coincide with the same night we get The Boy for our half of the week. This means Wednesday nights are Single Parent Nights for me. Last week, we went to Ax Man to get supplies for The 3 Day, which included a red beret for him. And tonight? He’s been grounded for a month from all video games for a situation which I won’t mention, because it might be embarassing or something? I don’t know; this is why I’m not a parent. Except for three hours on Wednesdays.

I was late getting home from work, because I had to take care of some situations. One that involved me yelling “FUCK” at a colleague, because I completely lost my temper. Oops.

Anyway, now I don’t know what to do with him. I’ve asked Twitter, and they’ve suggested things like “teach him hold ‘em”, “take him to Wisconsin and buy him a beer”, or the all-important “make him watch the Twins game”. But I’ve decided to make him walk to the gas station and buy milk, so we can have macaroni and cheese with our dinner that also consists of frozen chicken kiev and tator tots.

But I guess since it’s dark, I should probably walk with him. And, you know, be an adult.