Post-Christmas

Family Guy, if I'm not paying close attention to it, sometimes make me want to throw up. I guess in the same way that Y&R makes Rimas want to barf.

Today was back-to-work day after a four-day (for-real-no-working) weekend. Which was glorious. The Ping-Pong table that is a mere four feet from my desk calls my name all day long. I'm hoping that it makes my tennis game better. I need to get my own Ping-Pong paddle so I don't swap sweat with my co-workers.

We saw Avatar yesterday and I seriously was sad to be back in the car driving home in this boring world. I was really swept away by that movie, cheesy as a couple lines were. I mean "they killed their mother" (in reference to, duh, Mother Earth) was an eye-roller, but overall, it was amazing. I wonder if, like Star Wars' Klingon, we'll have people speaking Na'vi, the alien language in Avatar? Oh, a little research shows that we probably will: The Language of Avatar Revealed

Christmas Day '09

Grillades and grits plus seafood gumbo plus a long dog walk plus all the presents a girl could want makes for a very nice Christmas. My mom got an iPhone and asked me: "How much of what you know can it do?" She also got a CD by the Tran-Siberian Orchestra, which she had asked for. Turns out that progressive rock meets symphonic metal meets heavy metal meets classical music meets my mom yelling "Turn that off!"

I got some awesome things: flannel sheets, a cashmere hoodie, a cashmere wrap, cashmere socks, my mom's communion bag turned jewelry travel bag, Chanel No. 5 powder, a wooden "Sloshed Santa" carved by my dad, three grocery bags sewn by my mom from 1930's feedsacks, five of my favorite candles, two sets of pajamas, an amazing 1920s newspaper holder, a gift box of Laura Mercier bath products and a beautiful metal sculpture of a tree from a local artist. I fear that I didn't give as good as I got this year, but I tried.

Tonight we'll watch, against our better judgment, Julie and Julia.