Monday, December 25, 2006

A Yuletide Meme

Thanks to Kilroy for coming up with a Christmas-related meme and for thinking my answers might be interesting enough that he included me in a tag.

  • Favorite seasonal movie. I went to a friend's house last week to watch Christmas movies. That experience made me realize that, in general, I am not a big fan of seasonal movies. I'm just not that nostalgic. I know, what kind of heartless Scrooge am I? If someone put a gun to my head and forced me to pick a Christmas movie to watch before I die, I guess I would pick "It's a Wonderful Life." Or maybe I'd tell them to go ahead and pull the trigger. I'm just that ambivalent about the whole thing.
  • Song you enjoy most this time of year. This is an area where I am not so ambivalent. My favorite Christmas song is "Rocking Around the Christmas Tree." On the other hand, "Jingle Bell Rock" is nice too. So is "I'll be Home for Christmas." Oh, I can't pick just one.
  • Holiday Greeting. Since Christmas is a religious holiday, I try to be respectful of others and say "Happy Holidays" unless I am certain of the other person's religious beliefs.
  • Do you make a list? If so, how many people are on it? Yes, I usually make a list. The length of the list varies depending on my financial situation at the time. In general, it's a relatively short list. When I win the lottery, I'll make longer lists.
  • How up to the last minute do you shop? I have a serious aversion to stress and I usually organize my life so that I experience as little stress as possible. To me, waiting until December 24th to shop is about as stressful as it gets. I don't wait until the last minute to purchase Christmas gifts. I don't start shopping in June like some people but I'm not a last minute person either.
  • When do you open your gifts? As early as the giftgiver will let me. Watching an unopened present sit there and mock me for not being able to open it until Christmas Day is just plain torture.
  • Holiday food you most savor? It's a toss up between cornbread dressing and sweet potato casserole. It's a travesty in my book to have one without the other.
  • Favorite holiday book? Does the Williams-Sonoma catalog count?
  • New Year Resolutions? I usually try not to make New Years resolutions because I always break them but I made a short list this year. Oh, I'm not going to reveal them here. If I don't tell anyone, maybe I'll actually have a snowball's chance in hell of keeping them.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Friday, December 15, 2006

I'm sorry

I apologize to the faithful readers who comment here but haven't switched to Blogger Beta yet as you probably won't be able to post a comment on my blog. I was forced to switch to Blogger Beta against my will because I got tired of trying to comment on beta blogs and having access denied when I attempted to sign in. At first I thought it was just technical difficulties. Now I suspect it's a ploy to force bloggers on the old platform to make the switch. Nazis! To get around it, you may be able to post a comment anonymously, although even that trick quit working for me after awhile. I'd like to encourage the lone stragglers to give up the fight and convert your blogs to Blogger Beta. I completely understand though if you decide to dig in your heels. I'll support you in spirit.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Six weird things

Props to Steve for tagging me to reveal 6 weird things about myself. As I am often hailed for being the embodiment of all that is considered normal and healthy (not), this proved to be a difficult task but I gave it the old college try. Here goes.

  • I have a fear of amusement rides. I'’m fine as long as the ride is spinning furiously while still on the ground but once that thing becomes airborne, I start behaving like I need to be contained by a straight jacket. That'’s normal, right?
  • I put my name on my office supplies, making it easier to determine where my wrath should be directed if they come up missing. I don'’t label everything, just the things that send me into a tizzy if I reach for them and they are not there, like my pens and my post it notes. Nine out of ten psychologists agree that turning into a fire-breathing dragon is a totally appropriate reaction to finding out that one of my co-workers has rummaged through my desk and taken my stuff as if my workspace were the office supply closet. GET YOUR OWN DAMN PEN!
  • I can'’t watch those real life crime shows. After watching an episode of Forensic Files, I spend weeks contemplating how long it would take the cops to find the serial killer that chopped my body up into Ziploc baggie size pieces and stored it in the freezer.
  • I prefer to NOT have the toilet paper hanging from the toilet paper dispenser. To me, it'’s more practical and convenient to leave it on the bathroom counter. When I'’m sitting on the toilet in a dark bathroom at 3 o'’clock in the morning, the last thing I want to do is spend a lot of time searching blindly for the start of the toilet paper roll. I'’d rather quickly do my business so that I can get back to the dream involving me and a Jacuzzi full of Chippendale'’s dancers.
  • After observing the hygiene habits of my fellow office dwellers (men and women alike), I'’ve come to the realization that the urge to wash my hands after every bathroom visit makes me unusual, a freak of nature that should be displayed at carnivals.
  • I rarely watch TV shows that have actors and a plot. For some reason, I don'’t have the patience for those types of shows anymore. If the people on TV aren'’t dribbling a basketball, making a souffle or redecorating a room, I'’m not watching it.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Work is kickin' my ass!

I would go into detail but it would only bore you. Suffice it to say, due to the incredible amount of work I have been saddled with and the unreasonable deadlines I have been given in which to accomplish said work, GrizzBabe's Den will be on hiatus until the end of the week.

Settle down people! No need to write your congressman or anything. I know I've just dealt a serious blow to the blogging community but please. . . find a way to hold it together would ya'?