Posted on December 31, 2009
Christmas: The Conclusion
It’s New Year’s Eve, and our grand plans to welcome in 2010 involve nothing more than junk food, our pajamas and whatever random movies on Netflix and Zune seem vaguely interesting. Trey is in Colorado visiting his father’s side of the family, but whilst one may think us eager to go out on a baby-free night of celebratory bliss, we’re just too damned tired. The holiday season took its toll on both our bodies as well as our house, and we’re busily spending the next few days in a frantic clean-a-thon before heading out to Disneyworld next week. I think I’m mostly to blame for the chaotic state of disarray of the homestead, although I’m loathe to admit it. I hardly feel any guilt about it, of course, seeing as how the lion’s share of clutter was a direct result from the Christmas extravaganza Brittany and I put together for Trey. Yes, I went a little overboard – but it was our first Christmas together as a family, and I can’t be held responsible for the egregious scattering of various toys and boxes simply because I was overemotional about the whole thing. Trust me, I’ve already paid the price for my enthusiastic over-giving. I had to put everything together! Read More
Posted on December 29, 2009
"All Aboard!"
It’s only been four days since my last entry, the usual number of elapsed hours between the Thursday of one week and the Tuesday of the next, but it feels like so much more. Granted, the Christmastime Extravaganza kept us hopping, but there’s something more to it than that. Something elusive and transient, yet somehow concrete and permanent. It’s the relativity part of time defined through example and negated by experience. In a way, the period between Christmas Eve and today passed in the blink of the proverbial eye, yet there seems so much temporal distance between the two points that I almost can’t remember the days as having come around at all. It’s a strange and fascinating study in perception to consider time flying while it also stands still, and the only way I can describe it is to tell it. Read More
Posted on December 24, 2009
"Tickets, please!"
‘Tis the day before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature is stirring except me clicking my mouse. As I write this, it’s early morning and I have only a precious few minutes until the clock strikes ten and all the little portals to Hell otherwise known as Retail Stores begin opening their doors for the final shopping moments of the season. Fortunately, I don’t have very much left to buy, unless you consider everything to be a lot. Oh well, I’m sure the crowds won’t be all that bad. Right? Right?! Read More
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