Prepare to jump around more than Kris Kross (I forgot how young they were).
The holidays were pretty good. Definitely better than last year. Every year I connect a little more with one or two members of my family that I hardly ever talk to. So maybe by the time I'm 50 I can know my own family decently. We had probably 90 people or so at our Christmas Eve gathering. My two cousins Dean and Joey did the 12 Days of Christmas again. It's a sight to behold. I was told someone filmed it and was placing it on YouTube, but no such luck. Maybe they'd flag it for exposed middle-aged buttocks. Yeah, that's right. If I were placing a link on here, I would not have given you such a warning.
We took more Christmas Day pictures with the manger scene and such. I'm not posting them here, but they're on Facebook, so you can check them out if you have the proper permissions and whatsnots. Ha ha... snots. I did get a present that is the one to brag about. It's a calendar called "Monthly Doos." Yeah, it's a calendar featuring a different dog doo at a different scene each month. It's pretty rockin' and I guess I can start using it come tomorrow.
Yes, tomorrow. Tomorrow is January 1st, 2009. And I think we all knows what that means. Just about 3 years left until the end of the world. Well technically it's almost 4 years away. But just make sure you achieve everything you ever wanted to do, or give me anything you ever wanted to give me (a magic set, a sexy kiss, a thimble, a million dollars, a spaceship, humus), just in case the world ends by an alien race of Mayan Indians destroying the world after drawing elaborate crop circles in each and every corn field on Earth and abducting all of our Tom Hanks movies to watch on their way back to Uranus. I love the Your-anus joke! Seriously, when was the last time you heard that? Do clean people with attractive butts hear that joke more often because it's not that offensive. They know their butt is nothing to be ashamed of. Where nobody wants to think of gross, lumpy butts, that are covered with filth and left over pieces, so do ugly butts hardly ever hear that hallmark knee-slapper? We should do a study.
New Year's Eve is always a weird night for me. I never feel like I have a real place to go. I almost always seem to find somewhere to go with people I know, but it'll be last minute, like, "oh yeah, do you want to come?" And wherever I end up, it's always with one or two people I know pretty well, a couple I know alright, and half I've hardly or never met. New Year's Eve makes me feel like I really don't have a solid friend base. My friends are spread wide and thin, where most of them aren't friends with each other, as they are with me. It's just strange. Is this a normal feeling/situation? So tonight I'll probably end up with my family and their friends.
Last night was Battle of the Bands. I was pretty much in charge of the event, which ended up bringing in almost 400 people (over 400 with the bands and staff I'm sure). It was our biggest event yet. Kind of stressful at the beginning, but once it got going, and staff people actually showed up, it almost ran itself. I hope I did an OK job running it. I don't think anyone would really notice anything wrong with it, but I know a few things I wanted to do that just didn't happen. But it was a success, and I'll probably spend tomorrow creating an in-depth spread sheet analyzing tallies and ticket stubs in relationship to money brought in and tickets sold.
I think I need something or someone to spice up my life a bit and make it more exciting, or at least different. Any thoughts? I was thinking John Stamos. I look at him and think, there is a guy who can make a life exciting just by being close to it. He probably has awesome stories about Bob Saget. And maybe when I die he'll come to my funeral.
But yeah, lately I've been feeling like it would be nice to have some sort of wingman, you know, the buddy that is always around or some type of female friend that I could constantly ridicule and tease and throw donuts at. Yeah. Then, life would be good. Why is it SO hard to find a girl you can throw donuts at? It could eventually become like a Chucky Cheese game, where if she got good enough, I would throw donuts at her and she would just unhinge her jaw and swallow them whole. At some point she would get sick of me throwing donuts at her face and want to make it a positive. This decision would be win-win. She gets to eat donuts, and I get an entertaining game of skill to compete at... oh yeah, and she gets morbidly obese. Thus is life.
Alright Kristin, you're the only one who reads my blog, so I expect some comments.
No comments:
Post a Comment