Short Weeks are Awesome!

It feels like Tuesday night, but it’s actually Thursday.  I love short weeks!  Tomorrow’s Friday and then after a day spent getting the car ready, we’re off to Anaheim for a few days.  I’m looking forward to it.  I also love that I only have to work one day next week.  Of course, this means I need to work hard to clear my plate tomorrow as much as possible so nothing gets dropped while I’m out.

I was reading some other posts today, and I came across a flocked post by someone who will go unmentioned for the sake of privacy (it was flocked).  The general milieu of the post concerned voluntary sterilization and I was pondering the idea myself.  As you may or may not know, I am childfree.  So’s my wife.  I intend to stay that way for the rest of my life.  I don’t need children fucking my shit up.  I fuck my own ship up perfectly fine.  I need no assistance from ugly bald creatures that drool and manufacture more shit that should be physically possible for a being that size.  I just don’t need it or the so-called wonderful experience of parenthood.

Parenthood’s not that great.  I’ve seen failure in that area enough to know that if I suck at it, I’m not just hoarking my life… I’m hoarking theirs as well.

And this isn’t an invitation to persuade me from the childfree lifestyle, and I swear the person who tells me I’ll change my mind shall be drop-kicked off the planet by someone wearing steel-toed shitkickers.

There’s a lot of shit in this post, isn’t there?

So, anyway… yeah… I’m looking forward to my vasectomy.  And anytime… anytime I might have a smallest inkling of reconsidering… all I have to do is go to the mall and watch breeders and fuck-trophies and realize that I made the right choice.

Again, this is a declarative post, not a cry for help.  I’m just declaring my intent, here.  If I wanted advice, I’d ask for it.

First Day Back

And holy shit, did I have a pile of work to do. You know when you leave work for extended periods of time, the work doesn’t get done on it’s own… no matter how hard you wish it would. I had a bunch of open cases I had to close or update, and then on top of that, my boss kept giving me more shit to do. I mean, hi… I have like thirty-two other things to do, I don’t need you handing me six more, okay? And for shit’s sake, if you are handing me something, could you at least open a damned ticket for it, first? Is that so hard to do? The ticketing system is hard enough to use (I wish we had SugarCRM so bad) in the first place, but by giving me random shit, I gotta suffer ticket creation on top of it.

Anyway, I closed twelve today and gained six. So it’s like that frog-in-the-well story, but in reverse.

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas…

This is the third Christmas that Julia have spent together since we started dating, but the second since we married in April, 2006. As I sit here in the overnight hours of Christmas Eve, having enjoyed Julia’s orange chicken dinner that she made specifically for the occasion, I’ve come to realize that I’m really very happy in this relationship. I know, this is probably something I should be considering on something a little more appropriate, such as an anniversary, but the truth of it is that I thought of it today. And it wasn’t because I got some awesome food to eat, either… though that was a bonus.

I think there are times when it hits you like a ton of bricks. Maybe you’ve been in a relationship for so long that it becomes like second nature, or maybe you’ve been in it so long that you begin to take the other person for granted. You know, I never believed in the whole taking the other for granted. I think it really has a lot to do with the fact that you let someone become such an integral part of your life, that you become accustomed to their presence as a matter of fact, rather than simply ignoring them. How many of us can look at our respective SOs and say that we don’t appreciate everything they do for us? That’s not taking them for granted. That’s recognizing that they make a major contribution to our lives. And so, I try to take a moment each day to remind myself how lucky I am to have her with me. I try to tell her that, when I can. At least once a day, if not then twice the next. A simple, “I love you,” or perhaps, “I’m very happy that we’re together” can do a lot to communicate that to her.

So, on this night, as she’s sleeping in the other room, I want to take a moment to tell her here, in front of the Internet, that I love her. And I do appreciate everything she does for me. And that I’m thinking of her always, but moreso for Christmas. After all, I’ve been told many times that it’s the thought that counts.

But just in case… I hope she enjoys Mario Party DS as a small token of that love. 🙂

The Todd Has Landed

I picked up Todd today, he took the train in from Sacramento and I had to meet him at the station a little before noon.  He liked the Excelsior model I put together for him and then he passed out his gifts to us.  I got a $50 gift certificate to, and Julia got the complete set of Azumanga Daiou DVDs.  So, now I know what she’ll be watching all the time in the coming days, weeks, and months.

He was pretty exhausted, having stayed up all night wrapping presents (because he’s a procrastinator like me), and then slept sparingly on the train down. I had him take a nap in our bedroom, because holding a conversation with him was pretty pointless when he would just start nodding off without warning in the middle of a sentence.  It was like talking with a narcoleptic.  Once he napped, though, he was a lot more livelier!   Tap cooked dinner, using chicken, broccoli, potatoes and red wine.  It was awesome.  After dinner, he had to go over to his brother’s house so he could prepare for the family Christmases (2) before he heads back to Sacramento on late Christmas Day.  It sucks I don’t get to hang out with him more often.

Gingerbread Cookies

Every once in a while, Julia goads me into making gingerbread cookies.  Gingerbread is the first kind of cookie I ever made in my life, because my dad loves gingerbread and so I learned how to make it so I could bake it at will.  I came up with a great recipe in middle school that I learned while taking Home Economics, but in the course of moving over nearly twenty years, I lost my notebook that had all my cool recipes in it.  So, instead, I will part with the recipe I’ve been using lately.  If you’re willing to do this, then feel free to take the recipe.  After all, it’s on the internet…

Gingerbread Cookies


1 cup packed brown sugar
1/3 cup shortening
1 1/2 cups dark molasses
2/3 cup cold water
7 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
2 teaspoons ground ginger
1 teaspoon ground allspice
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 teaspoon salt

Put brown sugar, shortening, molasses and water into a large bowl and mix.  Then add everything else except flour and mix once more.  Add flour and mix until you end up with the dough.  Then chill for 2 hours.

Roll dough into quarter-inch thick slabs and cut into shapes with a floured cutter or knife.

Heat over to 350 and bake for 10-12 minutes.