I'm on Windows XP now... and there are many themes to choose from that are super-cool. There's one that looks just like OS X...
hee hee hee, I have the Mac interface before Paul does. His answer to that was, "My system works." (as in: Macs rule, PCs drool.) So there. [Did I mention that we have 7 computers in this house and 6 of them are Macs?]
Today was our office Christmas party, where we followed tradition... and went bowling!
It's sort of a PRI tradition that we periodically go bowling. We even got my boss his own ball for his birthday one year! So off we went to the bowling alley, digital cameras in hand. [There will be a few pics up on the fridge on the PRI site] I did very well [for me] with a 110. We annoyed the living daylights out of some nearby old-lady bowlers who were very annoyed with us for using the flash... I guess we were distracting them from their game. After returning our shoes, we went out to lunch; I probably won't have to eat again for a week. I had a monte cristo sandwich, which is basically ham and cheese on french toast with powdered sugar and raspberry jam on the side. Needless to say, I shared.
I actually did all the things I set myself up for the other night, including trimming my hair. Darnit, that was so much fun; I had to restrain myself from lopping off too much in the name of "making it even." All I did was cut off the split ends — about 1½ inches — and so far it seems healthier. I know at some point I will have to get a real haircut, but for now I'm okay... at least I'm less scraggly. Pulled straight, it's still down to my waist.
What is it about people [okay, women] that makes us obsess about hair? This all got started because Amanda told us that she cut her own hair... and we all got talking about our hair. I have been in indepth conversations that could have lasted an hour just talking about hair.
Here's what it all boils down to: Nobody likes their own hair and wants something different. That's at the heart of the matter. It's part of that whole grass-is-greener-what's-the-matter-with-me deal that I try so hard to keep out of but get sucked in all the same. The great thing about hair is that you can try something different and if you hate it, it's not such a tragedy cos it'll always grow back. Notice I say this, but I'm still awfully cautious about anything happening to my hair.
Why is it that sometimes I feel so excited and charged up to paint, and other days all I want to do is sleep?
What about the times when they're both on the same day?
I was so psyched to work work work, creative juices were flowing, I was inspired and ready to go. By the time I got home from work, I was completely deflated. There's some delicate balance here that completely eludes me for some reason... I just don't seem to have time, and when I do have time (i.e., this evening with a whole night stretched out in front of me) I am on the computer with channel 5 sitcoms on in the background. I think that I keep thinking about all the stuff I have to do and I'm trapped before I even start. At least I'm answering email...
And actually, that's a very nurturing thing. I have emails from people I know and people I've never met face to face... and all of them touch me in one way or another.
Okay, setting myself goals for tonight: post my blog on my home page; start some more Christmas cards a-printing; and try to trim the ends of my hair....
Listening to: The Beatles Christmas messages (had them from high school and just found them online in time for the holidays!) Too many people have been hitting this guy's site, but check back to see if you can get on... I guarantee you a zany time with the lads.
Say it loud... say it proud... WE HAVE CABLE!!!!!! Yahooooooooooooooo! I can get on the internet so quickly now!
Omigosh, if you don't have AAA, or something similar, please make sure you sign up now. Stranded on the side of the road today, I kept thinking that we were blessed nonetheless: no accidents, just puttering down onto the shoulder of the New Jersey Turnpike. It was gorgeous weather, we were right next to IKEA (good landmark so we could get picked up), and the worst you could say about the whole day was that it was very inconvenient. Make sure you have roadside assistance of some kind and a good cell phone that's charged up too, okay?
This weekend we had a marvelous time at Amanda and George's house — this crowd from college has been meeting for Christmas dinner for 10 years now. It's a great excuse to get dressed up and spend time with great people (and food) ! I really do think we're a talented bunch — we talked about our paintings or someone's book or the other person starting a new business. And it really wouldn't matter what we did; there's just an awful lot of love there. Plus there's always a sleep-over and breakfast together the next morning; tea orders being taken in waves and everyone chipping in doing the dishes and bringing food. One big love-fest.
We spent some time giggling at one of my favorite sites: Zombo.com. [Make sure your speakers are turned up and you have Flash... it's just hysterical.] "The unattainable is unknown at Zombo.com! The only limit is yourself!"