i never thought it was such a bad little tree
So I'm at my parents' house and OH MY GOD BEST INTERRUPTION EVER
As I'm typing "at my parents' house" I hear the Charlie Brown theme song ("Linus and Lucy"), and I'm starting to ask if that's Missy's new ringtone when Mom comes from around the corner and she's carrying a CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS TREE. It has a single red ornament on it, it's scraggly and tiny, and OH MY GOD LINUS'S BLANKET AROUND IT.
And I get to take it home to my apartment! My parents are the best!!
[Maybe tomorrow I'll get the Christmas Story Leg Lamp, yes?]
So as I was saying, I'm at the home of the Parental Units through Monday morning. I work tonight 2-10, tomorrow night 6p-12a*, and then back in on Monday 10-6. *A lot of people at work have asked me if I got Christmas off. One of the perils of being a never-closing business is that someone has to draw the short straw and work on Christmas. Well, I've drawn the short straw seven out of ten Christmases, but this year it felt especially shitty, because all of the other leaders in my group have families. Like, of their own, with a spouse and babies. I mean, I have a family, but I don't have mouths dependent upon my income -- as you can see, I still rely on getting gifts from my parents to brighten up my holiday. Anyway, people at work have asked me if I get Christmas off this year, and when I said 'no, I'm working' to Diane, she asked point-blank, "Is it because you don't have babies?"
Yes, Di. It's exactly because I don't have babies. So that has been my new response when people ask me if I get Christmas off. "No, because my uterus has never been occupied."
Anyway. I only have three holiday episodes of TV left to watch on my list: Community's "Abed's Uncontrollable Christmas," the stop-motion adventure; The Big Bang Theory's "The Bath Item Gift Hypothesis," which of course concludes with Sheldon and Penny's first hug; and then the ultimate Christmas episode: Arrested Development's "Afternoon Delight." And THEN, you probably don't want to know how excited I was when I found out that Die Hard is available on Netflix instant watch, which means that, when I get home and set the magic futon up again, I can go to sleep with the dulcet tones of John McClane correcting Hans Gruber about which cowboy walked off into the sunset with Grace Kelly, John Wayne or Gary Cooper ("it was Gary Cooper, asshole").
I have just about an hour before I have to go to work (yuck), so I'm going to attempt to finally finish Breaking Dawn, but every time I pick it up I swear I can feel a small piece of my soul breaking off into the ether. I'm not sure if that was Stephenie Meyer's intent. But tonight when I get home, it will be a veritable cornucopia of Christmas, including Mom's Peanut Butter Balls and, if I still can't sleep after Die Hard, there's always the Christmas Story marathon on TBS.
Oh, before I sign off --
Coming in 2012: Alaina shuts her coworkers (and family, and friends, and other loved ones) up one classic, unwatched movie at a time. Follow the adventures at Movies Alaina's Never Seen over on Wordpress.
Dudes, I'll totally cross-post over here, though. I won't make you go to two places.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
As I'm typing "at my parents' house" I hear the Charlie Brown theme song ("Linus and Lucy"), and I'm starting to ask if that's Missy's new ringtone when Mom comes from around the corner and she's carrying a CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS TREE. It has a single red ornament on it, it's scraggly and tiny, and OH MY GOD LINUS'S BLANKET AROUND IT.
And I get to take it home to my apartment! My parents are the best!!
[Maybe tomorrow I'll get the Christmas Story Leg Lamp, yes?]
So as I was saying, I'm at the home of the Parental Units through Monday morning. I work tonight 2-10, tomorrow night 6p-12a*, and then back in on Monday 10-6. *A lot of people at work have asked me if I got Christmas off. One of the perils of being a never-closing business is that someone has to draw the short straw and work on Christmas. Well, I've drawn the short straw seven out of ten Christmases, but this year it felt especially shitty, because all of the other leaders in my group have families. Like, of their own, with a spouse and babies. I mean, I have a family, but I don't have mouths dependent upon my income -- as you can see, I still rely on getting gifts from my parents to brighten up my holiday. Anyway, people at work have asked me if I get Christmas off this year, and when I said 'no, I'm working' to Diane, she asked point-blank, "Is it because you don't have babies?"
Yes, Di. It's exactly because I don't have babies. So that has been my new response when people ask me if I get Christmas off. "No, because my uterus has never been occupied."
Anyway. I only have three holiday episodes of TV left to watch on my list: Community's "Abed's Uncontrollable Christmas," the stop-motion adventure; The Big Bang Theory's "The Bath Item Gift Hypothesis," which of course concludes with Sheldon and Penny's first hug; and then the ultimate Christmas episode: Arrested Development's "Afternoon Delight." And THEN, you probably don't want to know how excited I was when I found out that Die Hard is available on Netflix instant watch, which means that, when I get home and set the magic futon up again, I can go to sleep with the dulcet tones of John McClane correcting Hans Gruber about which cowboy walked off into the sunset with Grace Kelly, John Wayne or Gary Cooper ("it was Gary Cooper, asshole").
I have just about an hour before I have to go to work (yuck), so I'm going to attempt to finally finish Breaking Dawn, but every time I pick it up I swear I can feel a small piece of my soul breaking off into the ether. I'm not sure if that was Stephenie Meyer's intent. But tonight when I get home, it will be a veritable cornucopia of Christmas, including Mom's Peanut Butter Balls and, if I still can't sleep after Die Hard, there's always the Christmas Story marathon on TBS.
Oh, before I sign off --
Coming in 2012: Alaina shuts her coworkers (and family, and friends, and other loved ones) up one classic, unwatched movie at a time. Follow the adventures at Movies Alaina's Never Seen over on Wordpress.
Dudes, I'll totally cross-post over here, though. I won't make you go to two places.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!