Sticking it to the man
Thanks to a good friend and neighbor who has magical computer powers, I now have a cable Internet connection in my apartment... for $15 a month. I don't think the arrangement is exactly allowed, but I'm not going to lie to you -- I feel no guilt. (OK, just a little -- I am Catholic, after all.) But anyway, cable is a scam. So are cell phones, but don't even get me started. Damn Verizon!
Anyway, here's hoping that my verboten Internet connection will inspire me to write a little more often, and blog more often, too. Starting... now.
Thanksgiving is over. Every year I feel a little guilty because I feel like Thanksgiving is just this hurdle I need to get past to get to the real show -- Christmas. I never give the pilgrims and Indians (Native Americans?) their due because I'm just ready for the Christmas season. Rode to Thanksgiving dinner with my boyfriend and my sister... and subjected them to my Dean Martin Christmas CD. In my defense, I will say that I didn't make them listen to the actual Christmas songs -- just the wintery ones. ("Let it Snow" and "Baby It's Cold Outside") Because it was snowing, and it was cold outside.
Although Erin doesn't share my childlike enthusiasm for Christmas, she does appreciate good holiday tunes, so we had quite a sing-along, with Shane shaking his head and wondering what he's gotten himself into. (This is our First Christmas Together.) Thanksgiving night, I started putting up some Christmas decorations in my apartment, although I'm not sure if a tree is in my future. (I have a cat... she likes to climb things and chew on foreign objects... "Christmas Vacation," anyone?)
I will say that my Christmas excitement does NOT extend to Black Friday. I went shopping on that infamous day one year with my best friend, Lyndsey, and her mother. I consider myself a bit of a shopaholic, but there's no comparison to Lynz and Tina. You could say... they are the Judy Garland of shopping, and I'm the Britney Spears. My talent doesn't compare. I could barely keep up. And I get a little agoraphobic at the mall... and I hate waiting in line. No, the day after Thanksgiving is for sitting around drinking hot cocoa and watching "Miracle on 34th Street" -- the original one -- and "White Christmas." (Except this year, since I had to work!)
Anyway, I've rambled enough for one afternoon. I leave you with this -- just in case you thought your Thanksgiving holiday was bad. (Yes, it was a slow news day.) Perhaps Sal will be inspired to write another limerick! ;-)
posted by Angie @ 11:27 AM
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Hey!
Last night's limerick was assisted by two glasses of Somontano wine. Unfortunately, I've had no contact with my "muse" today.
But on to more important topics. Lovin' the look of your new blog. I don't recall seeing this particular template. Must be a new one or a non-Blogger one, but in any event, it looks great (much better than the old orange one...sorry).
But I must ask one thing. How is it possible that you keep coming up with Vogue-quality Profile photos, while the rest of us are stuck using photos that are as flattering as a driver's license?
Then again, the rest of us aren't 23. Far from it.
Sal
I hated that orange template. This is a Blogger one, too, but I don't know if it's new. I like the simplicity of it, and red is my favorite color. I'd like to change around some other aspects -- probably even the name and description of the blog, but my muse is also nowhere to be found today.
That profile photo is from the summer of 2004, taken in Madrid before a night on the town. If I look particularly blissful, it's because I'd already had my fair share of San Miguel. ;)
Happy belated Thanksgiving from across the sea!
P.S. I thought I told you, I like the wicker? :)
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