Bummer

First, in answer to a question on my last blog, no Jack did not show up on my doorstep after the bachelor party. He did call me, and wake me up, somewhere around 3 am.. And Chloe, when you call 'em, you call 'em. If I had to guess, I would say he was somewhere between shitfaced and semi-concious. Sounded like that blog Mike wrote from Elliot's closet. Well, except for the puking. He wasn't much better in the office. He wasn't silly, but boy was he hungover.......................Snicker........Snicker....

On another subject, altogether. My sister called me tonight. Seems my neice Ellen has discovered Santa is not real. To really appreciate this, however, you need to know that my neice turns 13 in February. Lynn and her husband have practically been killing themselves to stay one step ahead of her, and to make sure that she believes enough that the disbelief of others didn't overly bother her. You wouldn't believe some of the stunts they have pulled over the years. For Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and the Birthday Fairy (family tradition of ours). Like one year Lynn made this box with a footprint stencil in the lid. She glued pantyhose fabric in place over the opening and then filled the box with a combination of powder and body glitter (this has just stuck in my mind since I witnessed it, I have no idea how she came up with the idea). I was still living at home then, so I'm guessing I was 15 to 17, somewhere in there. Anyway, when her oldest fell asleep we footprinted the area from the fireplace to the tree and to the cookies. Took us a while to get the hang of it. Had to vacuum up the first few attempts. Well, that was for their oldest and she's been doing stuff like that for all of them. Ellen is their youngest and I guess they were trying to keep it going as long as possible......Kinda' sad to know next Christmas we won't be putting out carrots for the reindeer, at her house anyway...Now my nieces will have to pick up where we left off.

I wish them luck.......Maybe someday, I'll get to play Santa....for my own kids. Weirder things have happened.

Nothing much happened at work. I'm supposed to go out with the guys from work on New Years Eve. Le Shaun and Nicky are making the arrangements, so it'll probably be karaoke. I'll be good this time......and if not......I'm going to sing "When I think about you I touch Myself" or "Like a Virgin". Right now both would be appropriate....Damn, I gotta quit typing everything I think.

There are a couple of blogs I have run across recently that I just have to point out to you. Betty on the Beach (too funny, she will say anything), Overworked and Underf****d (another very funny blog, be brave, go past the pictures, read it, read the comments they are priceless), and Love Me Love My Caribou (don't ask, I haven't, funny, insightful, good person).

On a side note, I am curious, do any of you use "Hello" for you pictures? If so, do you use it for chat as well? When I'm having an insomnia attack I was wondering if any of you would be interested in chatting. Let me know. The past few days I have fallen asleep almost immediately upon going to bed, but it never lasts.......Seems to come and go in cycles. That's all for now, fellow bloggers. Thanks for visiting and keep on blogging. Lotsa' love.