Happy holidays!

Any regular reader of this blog should be well aware that I am not religious. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love Christmas, because it’s my favorite time of year. The whole Christmas and New Year’s time of year is my favorite, and here’s what it means to me:

  • A week off work. Although I love my job, I also love having about 10 days that I don’t have to wake up to an alarm and drive 80 miles a day.
  • Video games. For as long as I can remember, Christmastime meant Ian and I getting a new video game—or in the case of the last couple years, a new video game system—and our friend Scott coming over and all of us playing until the wee hours of the night.
  • Old friends in town. I’ve lived in Murfreesboro for more than 13 years now, which means that I’ve made friends who’ve moved away but still come back here to visit their families at the holidays. Christmas and New Year’s are undoubtedly filled with visits from old friends, both of Ian and I, and thus nights of laughter and ridiculousness.
  • Booze. Not to sound like an alcoholic, but growing up in an Irish-Catholic (and German) family meant booze with every holiday (ok, or regular) meal. Luckily Ian’s family likes the sauce, too, so starting with Christmas Eve we generally have a non-stop party around here for at least four or five days. And not having to get up at 7 a.m. for work the next day is icing on the booze-infused cake
  • New Year’s Eve. Last year Ian, his dad and I were installing a new laminate floor in our house so we didn’t do much for New Year’s, but it was still my favorite memory of the year and a moment I hold close. This year we have plans to party with some friends of ours who never disappoint, and we can’t wait!

I have a lot to be thankful for in my life, and I am looking forward to 2011. So here’s wishing you and yours a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year!

Dec. 19 | Sink-dweller

Evil Twin, the diabetic cat, often demands running cold water straight out of the sink, which results in us leaving the faucet running more often than we’d like. This morning he bitched at me to turn on the faucet in the bathroom, which I did, and then I climbed back into bed. When I got up about 20 minutes later and walked into the bathroom to turn the faucet back off, I saw that King Boo had climbed into the sink, curled up and was attempting to sleep.

With water dripping all over him. He was soaking wet. His head, back, tail, feet, everything. I turned off the faucet and he continued to chill in the sink… until he got out and shook the water off of him and all over me.

Finally

When we first got Link, everyone in the house except for me hated him. I was the only one who saw what a sweet, loving cat he was despite his mischievous and often annoying ways. I was the only one who took up for him when he did bad things, saying “He’s just a kitten! He means well!” And I was the only one that he loved. Well, me and BK. He idolized her, and he still does. He will follow her anywhere.

But in the last couple of months, and after plenty of trying to convince him, I think Link’s managed to win Ian over with his charisma and soft, chinchilla-like fur. It took a while, but I think they are finally friends.

Happy Monday to you, too, Nashville

Getting out of Murfreesboro was surprisingly easy this morning, because apparently Rutherford County got the memo that Davidson County didn’t about how you should put salt down when it’s icy.

Apparently TDOT didn’t salt any exit ramps, so my first fun part of the day was carefully navigating the ramp from I-24W to Murfreesboro Road. Then I assumed that as usual Glenrose wouldn’t be plowed or salted, so after I dropped Ian off I tried to go back to Murfreesboro Road, except some jackholes in front of me stopped at the green light and I got stuck on the hill. People: DO NOT STOP AT GREEN LIGHTS. Especially ones that are at the top of an icy hill.

Thankfully there was a nice man who saw me spinning my tires and stopped to direct the convoy of semis to back the F off so I could back down the hill, turn around, and head back to the Dept. of Safety where Ian and a few state troopers escorted me over the railroad tracks on the unplowed, unsalted back road and made sure I didn’t get stuck on the tracks.

I had fun navigating the ramp to 440W, which wasn’t salted and hardly plowed. Then I, along with several other people, almost spun out on West End a few times as I tried to get to the side road that runs along our building since I wasn’t about to chance it with another hill, and the main entrance is made up of a hill the Civ doesn’t much like even when the weather is not apocalyptic.

This day sucks so far, but I don’t want to curse it too badly because I still have to go back to the Murfreesboro Road area, get Ian, and then try to get home.

Fuck.