January 16, 2008

Happy, New Year?

Oh, and you just thought that because I'd quit blogging that I'd quit blogging. It's just that I've just been busier than a bee on a beaver attacking a one-armed paper-hanger who's watching a one-legged man at a butt-kicking contest on teevee. Yes, THAT busy.

After I got back from the holidays, all my jobs have gotten going and everyone's running around like their hair's on fire, so there's been precious little opportunity to not blog. But I had some lunch minutes, and I did feel compelled to thank you all again for the advice about computers, and to apologize for ignoring it all and helping Middle Girl purchase a Toshiba A215 from Circuit City. It's super spiffy, with several orders of magnitude more hard drive space than my only-a-few-years-old HP Pavilion desktop, and we got ourselves a wireless router so she can hide in many places in the house and surreptitiously read trashy blogs about slow-moving, semi-arboreal pouched North American marsupials. Or do her homework, without being pestered by someone. SO that's nice.

Christmas was very nice, and I got some books and some ties and some shirts and a nice yardwork coat that will go nicely with my overalls and straw hat and perpetual dark stain of tobacky juice running out the corner of my mouth. Christmas is actually STILL nice, seeing as how the tree is still in place and automatically clicking on every evening and rotating and glimmering with its little sparkly lights. Seems a certain wife of mine (I won't name names) decided to start a new scrapbook project during the off-days, and spread huge amounts of paper and books and stickers and scissors and photos right out there in the middle of the floor of the den, which makes disassembling a lovely pre-lit genuine Chinese-made Martha Stewart Christmas tree awfully difficult. It would be easier had she (the unnamed wife) simply cleaned up her leavings once finished for the afternoon, but she has a tendency to create various exclusionary zones of craftwork that MUST NOT BE DISTURBED until she's good and ready to disturb them.

So, the tree's still up. Sorta festive, I must say. As is all the confetti on the floor.

Let's see, what else? I have a cold! It's really not that bad, unless it's really tuberculosis or SARS or bird flu or something and I just don't know how bad it really is. I figure Mucinex and Sucrets and a chaser of Lysol will fix it up pretty well, no matter what it is.

I'm sure I'm leaving something out, but that leaves me something to not blog about sometime later.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at January 16, 2008 02:01 PM

Happy New Year! It's good to still hear from you once in a while.

Posted by: Kathy at January 16, 2008 03:35 PM

Hey, Kathy! It's good to hear from you, too.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 16, 2008 04:49 PM

So glad you found a little time to not blog. I'm trying to do my part to fill in the gap you've created in the blog-o-universe but I'm just no arboreal, pouched marsupial.

Posted by: Nate at January 16, 2008 09:51 PM

That's probably for the best, Nate. We tend to have a pretty hard time doing such things as crossing the road without getting killed.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 17, 2008 08:56 AM

HA! I win the contest for notblogging, cause you blogged first!

Of course I never SAID I was notblogging, but you should have realized it was a competition.

Posted by: skinnydan at January 17, 2008 08:59 AM

I DID know it was a competition, and that's why I won, because I notblogged on a Wednesday, and that doesn't count. NYAHHHH ::sticks out tongue::

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 17, 2008 10:02 AM

All I can say is that it's good to see you even if it's on a random limited basis.

Posted by: Sarah G. at January 17, 2008 11:18 AM

Thanks, Miss Sarah!

Hmmm--I wonder--do you think this calls for ice cream and cake?

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 17, 2008 11:51 AM

We still have our tree up also. I wanted to leave it up the 12 days of Christmas but that has long passed. I told my neighbor I was leaving it up to protest global warming. Not sure what kind of protest but it sounded good.

Posted by: jim at January 17, 2008 12:38 PM

Oh, Jim--you college boys and your wacky protests--why, it's enough to give wild-eyed radicalism a bad name!

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 17, 2008 01:05 PM

If I cared enough I would have used it to protest apathy.

Posted by: jim at January 17, 2008 01:59 PM

Maybe you could work that in to your New Year's resolution.

Speaking of apathy, I'm appalled and mystified by the complete lack of agreement on ice cream and cake.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 17, 2008 02:07 PM

Oooh! Oooh! Waving hand from the back row, I think cake and ice cream would be a great idea, but no ponies. I don't want to be picking up after ponies.

Posted by: Sarah G. at January 17, 2008 06:31 PM

All I can say is I'm not birth'n no babies or baking any cakes. At least till Saturday... I think.

Posted by: Chef Tony at January 17, 2008 06:46 PM

Hmm, that may have to go on the masthead:
Possumblog - on a random limited basis.

While it's nice to see the end result of scrapbooking, the pain getting there can be near intolerable. Maybe she's testing you to see when you'll crack.

Have you seen the Capitol One credit card commercial with the evil genius bad-guy holding and petting (what appears to be) a dead possum? For some reason I think of you when I see that. Go figure. If you worked on an eye twitch ... well, who knows where that would lead.

If all y'all want cake and ice-cream, come to the Taterbed Sunday when we'll celebrate the birthday of the cutest 4 year old this side of the Pecos.

Posted by: Marc V at January 18, 2008 07:01 AM


I didn't read the post until Thursday, so I still win.


I miss this - this kind of intelligent exchange would make certain employment stupidities easier to put up with.

Posted by: skinnydan at January 18, 2008 08:35 AM

SARAH--No ponies, check. AND NO CLOWNS!

CHEF TONY--No babies, check. Although we need to discuss about the cake.

MARC V--I'll work on the masthead motto when I have random limited time to do it. As for cracking, we're long past that. Capitol One? You better BELIEVE I've seen that one! Love it as only a dead possum can! Cake and ice cream TOGETHER!? We're there. Please accept our apologies in advance. And send the repair and cleaning bill to Purchasing. And tell Teeny Tater 'Happy Birthday,' too!

SKINNYDAN--I am rubber. You are glue. What you say bounces off me, and sticks to you. Also, since you didn't use the "Reading It On Thursday Reading Excuse" first, you don't get to use it at all. It's in the rules, AS IF YOU'D STICK TO THE RULES! I will agree, however, that this sort of open-minded, mature exchange is quite a bit more professional than that carried out in most business situations.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 18, 2008 09:33 AM

With all this, there has to be a pony in here somewhere.

Posted by: jim at January 18, 2008 12:10 PM

Okay, well if there is, someone keep it away from Sarah, and be sure to clean up after it. And don't let it loose in the warehouse. After that little incident with the walrus, we're one step away from losing our insurance coverage.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 18, 2008 02:34 PM

But you have to admit that in the end that was a mighty tasty walrus. Too bad the deep fryer was too small.

Posted by: Sarah G. at January 19, 2008 09:35 PM

Well now I did make it through Saturday w/o cake baking, I made PIE! It was all good too!

In much sadder news Miss Suzanne Pleshette passed on this weekend. I had the great pleasure and honor of cooking for her several times at the Court of Two Sisters in NOLa. A most gracious and warm person who at least in my limited time truly was a friend. I will miss her and her talents.

Posted by: Chef Tony at January 21, 2008 02:11 PM

True, Sarah. But is sure seemed a fifty gallon drum would have been big enough. I mean, it WAS a small walrus, after all.

I wonder if Chef Tony ever served walrus to anyone famous?

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 22, 2008 09:14 AM

Not in this lifetime... Oh great I find out that my past lives won't talk to me now either. I think I'll go find a white, blind alligator under the streets up here and see if I can coax HIM into a deep fryer. Think y'all would be grateful I give, mind you GIVE my cooking advice away free...


Posted by: Chef Tony at January 22, 2008 04:15 PM

We ARE grateful, Tony! We just have a funny way of showing it...

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 22, 2008 04:29 PM