Tuesday, December 27, 2005

once again

sometimes i go so long without writing anything that it's hard to start up again cuz i can't think of anything that's so noteworthy as to make whatever audience i have think "ah! so that's why he came out of seclusion!" that isn't to say nothing noteworth has happened in the last few months (certainly not the case), it's just that's not what i'm gonna write about. the itch has just become irresistable again, so we'll see how long i can last this time.

it's the day after christmas, which means i had apple pie for breakfast (yum!)the leftover fried turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes & gravy i had for lunch today are still oozing out of my pores as we speak. makes the keyboard a little sticky, but i'll deal. i'm lucky enough to have parents who want me to spend it with them so much that they're willing to help cover my plane ticket out here (flight changes and everything, but maybe we'll get to that story later). it was a little odd not having jess with us (she & the hubs spent this one with his fam in arizona) so there were just four of us christmas morning, but it was enjoyable nonetheless. after the usual opening of gifts, we cleaned up the house (which has become the new place of gathering since grandma helen passed) and had some extended fam & friends over for dinner and fun times. always nice to be around fam, especially at this time of year.

one of the nice things about christmas in socal is there's no extreme weather. it's so pleasant out that i'm actually sitting on the front porch mooching some neighbor's wireless connection at the moment. not that i don't enjoy seasons (i very much do) or a white christmas (i think i would, but have yet to experience that joy in life), but it's nice not to have to hole myself up inside to avoid frostbite.

one time just rolled by on patrol. don't see them around here much...thought you might like to know for some reason.

we went to see kong with my cousin chris tonight (don't worry, no spoilers here). man that movie is depressing...i don't know why i went. i mean, it was really cool for the first 2:15 (by the way, does peter jackson have some deathly aversion to making films less than 3 hours in length or what?), but i hate seeing him die in the end every time. can't they mix it up a little and have him outsmart the national guard to escape back to his jungle hideout? can giant gorillas swim? hopefully this will be the final redux...i mean they've killed the guy at least three different times now, isn't that enough? my verdict is if you're an animal lover who can't see the sight of them in pain, you can still have over two hours of fun & laughs (and squirm from all the prehistoric creepy crawleys) and then bail before the inevitable happens. that way you can also avoid being exposed to jack black's horribly corny line at the end as well. i actually considered doing that myself, but the rest of the fam probably would have thought there was something wrong with me and i didn't want to ruin it for them.

unlike christmases past, i'm only here until thursday before flying back for a job interview friday morning (wake county has really crappy timing, but at least i got them to move the date for this one) and becky's wedding on saturday. then i'm coming back out here to drive my car out to nc (sorry little sis) and attempt to settle in a bit.

but while i'm out here i gotta see a few folks and enjoy the setting of my youth for what it's worth: beaches, in-n-out, wahoo's, and free food from the rents. woot!

instead of pushing it, i'm gonna reimmerse myself slowly, so no more for tonight. merry christmas, remember what it's really about (that would be the birth of our Savior, even though He was really born sometime late september/early october), and i'll be back soon. i hope. maybe you do too. that'd be swell, hehe. God bless.

soul stirrin': phish - down with disease
ink, mind & parchment: boy meets girl: say hello to courtship by joshua harris (some mainstream christianity now & then won't kill me)

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